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bellatrixscurls · 4 years ago

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"LOVEMAKING" WITH THE HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS

girls edition

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Hermione Granger

• biggest sub.

• she's really hesitant and shy at first, but the praises and moans you provide her with, make her gain more confidence.

• she's the softest and cutest little thing.

• her body is just as amazing as all of her and her titties slowly become your personal pillow.

• she doesn't really use any other nicknames but 'gorgeous' and 'y/n/n'. but you call her lots of sweet things, and she adores it.

• when you make her cum ? a literal angel she is. her face's so pretty, you could just cum from seeing her like that. and afterwards, she thanks you so many times like 'thank you, thank you, thank you, so so much, y/n/n, i love you-' and she won't stop blubbering until you kiss her to shut her up.

• she's so grateful for having you, and not inly for sex. you're practically the apple of her eye.

• tbh, when she first met you, she was so vanilla. and you don't even know how. but she got into all the freaky things, making you feel quite proud of yourself.

• she likes to edge you sometimes, even if she knows that you'll punish her right away. she just lives for the sight of you squirming under her, because of her.

• loves to be used by you and only you. if you say you need her now ? she'll be naked in less than 10 seconds.

• lots of pda as well. because yes. and because you're her whole entire world.

• kinks : bondage, dom/sub, anal play, sm.

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Ginny Weasley ( personal favourite )

• she's def a dom.

• has lots of rules and expects you to follow each and one of them.

• and if you don't ? she'll punish you badly, by edging you for hours and hours.

• this woman is the kinkiest little shit out there. she's into literally everything. like, there's absolutely nothing she'll say no when it comes to trying new things.

• public sex. like, lots of it. wherever you can be caught, even in snape's classroom with him teaching only a few meters away. she just loves to see you bite back moan after moan as she's knuckles deep inside of you.

• her brothers like to flirt with you just to annoy her, and who's fault is it ? still yours. you don't know why, but it just is. she'll motion for you to wait for her in her room, and when she comes, better expect your arse to be crimson in no more than a couple of minutes.

• she's just so rough, but obviously makes sure that you enjoy every second of it, even of your punishments.

• ginny just makes them enjoyable. like, she would spank you while cooing dirty things to you, that have your cunt sopping wet and ready for everything she wants to give you.

• she won't share you with anyone BUT pansy. and with pansy being a rough dom too, you just know it's going to feel incredible.

• most likely to say something like 'so wet, princess. this f' me ? oh, you shouldn't have' and she's just basically mocking you, while still trying to comprehend how can you get this wet just from her words.

• post quidditch sex in the showers. and maybe gin's angry because she lost the game, so she fucks you against the cold wall, water wetting both of you.

• kinks : pretty much everything. hair pulling, choking, edging, overstimulation, knife play, face sitting, dirty talk and much more.

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Pansy Parkinson

• prettiest dom.

• she'll fuck you for hours and hours, with her mouth, fingers and pussy.

• she's basically a sex goddess so she makes you cum in no time. but ofc, you have to ask for permission first. and if you don't, she'll tie you up and leave you in her dorm for hours.

• overstimulation. she loves to overstimulate you, even when you're being good and obedient, because she adores the look of pure pleasure on your pretty face.

• pansy'll punish you just because she can. you don't even have a say in it, and if you do complain, she'll punish you even harder.

• she's a literal bitch to everyone but you. and draco complains about it everytime, receiving the same response from pansy : 'i believe i didn't ask you anything, malfoy. so why are you talking to me ?'

• she's soft and gentle with you (during sex) only and only when you're having a bad day or you're tired/stressed. otherwise, she'll fuck you senseless until you're squirting.

• major mommy kink!!

• pans might be a mean, rough dom but she won't do anything if you are uncomfortable or simply not in the mood.

• nicknames : mommy (for her) and bunny (for you) - when she's not degrading you.

• kinks : pure degradation, dom/sub, choking and basically everything out there.

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Narcissa Black

• dom and i don't care about other opinions here ok.

• she likes to be called mommy and cissy during sex, just because it sounds so lovely coming from your little mouth. and likes to call you 'her sweet/pretty girl'.

• loves when you make grabby hands at her and ask for kisses when she's grinding roughly against you.

• it drives her crazy how innocent you look and are even when she's fucking you.

• will let you take control at times just because you look so cute trying to grind against her while on top of her.

• won't hurt you. so that means only slight hair pulling, slight choking and spanking only when you're not behaving.

• cissy doesn't really punish you because she makes you want to be good for her. and also, you don't like seeing her disappointed face.

• main kinks : praising, bondage, dirty talk.

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Bellatrix Black

• dom.

• rough and mean as fuck. will make you feel bad about being needy.

• will make fun of you (in the bedroom and outside) but won't let others even glare at you.

• bella's known for saying things like 'that sounded like a lot of attitude', 'show me you're a good girl' and 'beg for me, you slut'.

• she likes a bratty sub, even though she punishes you for it.

• the list is neverrr ending. she basically has rules for anything and everything.

• she punishes you even though you've done nothing to directly upset her. like, maybe if you feel like skipping breakfast/lunch/dinner one day, she'll give you a warning glare, and if you still don't obey, she'll punish you.

• sex with bella and siri. no incest, of course. but they'll make you feel soo good, you won't be able to walk for hours. sirius is a switch, so he can either be a mean dom or a bratty sub, but anyway it is, he makes you feel really good.

• you call her mommy, or you keep your mouth shut. period.

• she will share you with cissy sometimes too. and the contrast between bella's mean attitude and cissy's sweet, gentle one, will make your vision go white.

• like, bella will degrade you, say bad things to you, spank you, and then there's cissy, being all sweet and rubbing your bum in order to soothe the red, alarmed skin.

• main kinks : dirty talk, degradation, biting kink, spitting kink, choking, hair pulling, bdsm.

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violetrainbow412-blog · 3 years ago

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Birthday [S.B] part 2

Sirius Black x Slytherin!reader

PART 1

Word count: 7k

Warnings: Hogwarts here is more like a university, therefore in their first year everyone is (definitely) over 11 years old. This isn’t intended to be temporarily correct or within canon, it is for entertainment only.

A/N: Thanks for being so patient with me, maybe it's not the best thing I've done but I think I liked it.

I hope you like it too, I love you very much 💗💗💗💗

You had been to many parties throughout your life, but if you had to admit one thing, it was that your housemates were the best to celebrate.

The moment they saw you approach the table with alcohol, everyone celebrated and approached you to do what they called "the baptism" which consisted of throwing the vodka (or the first thing they found) into your mouth from above until it will end or you will walk away. You ended up spitting a little because of the laughter that attacked you, but they applauded anyway.

Regulus did not take long to return and when he looked for you to check that your mood had improved, he found you playing arm wrestling with none other than his cousin Andromeda.

He smiled for the next few minutes as the goal of the party was being accomplished. Your friends were pouring you more and more drinks and you couldn't refuse them, sure that the next day you would have a hellish hangover. But that did not matter, the important thing was that while the alcohol passed through your throat it took away all your worries.

And you decided that if your new family were those crazy people who wouldn't stop screaming and dancing, then you would love them with all your heart.

Perhaps of all those present, the most reluctant to be with you was Bellatrix, because for her it had been a mistake to place you in her house after all the years that you were friends with those who now made up the most popular group in Gryffindor. But that day she seemed to forget about it and you discovered that she could be a lot of fun when she put her mind to it. They sneaked alcohol into Severus' drink when he was careless and he didn't even suspect it, so a couple of minutes later he was less grumpy than usual and even agreed to dance with a girl who had been trying to seduce him for months. Cissy and Lucius were the perfect couples, worthy of portraying on the cover of a magazine, and that's why the whole party was spent side by side. The hours passed, dawn came and you still continued to celebrate with all your energy.

There was a moment at the party where they even organized karaoke and almost all of your new friends participated. It was a different experience because the parties had never been your favorite environment, but ultimately you were enjoying it much more than anything you had done in the last month.

Now that you thought about it, it might be the best birthday you've had to date.

They had even bought you GIFTS. You might not have believed it at first, but when Regulus led you to a table full of decorated boxes you knew it was true. And to be honest, you were excited to think that you were full of young people from millionaire families with excellent tastes in almost everything. Perhaps now you were understanding that your true companions in that adventure called ‘university’ would be those present in that room.

You were sweaty, drunk, and even a little dizzy from the smoke of questionable origin in the room. Your throat ached horribly from the out of tune notes that you were practically screaming but that everyone seemed to enjoy (especially Barty, who didn't take his eyes off you from the moment you arrived) but it was worth ripping your throat out singing smells like teen spirit from a muggle band called Nirvana.

You staggered off the makeshift stage and nearly fell to the ground, but someone caught you at the last second.

"Reggie!" you said euphorically. It was a bit difficult to make out his face from the dizziness, but you knew who he was thanks to the kind smile on his face.

He had kept his promise, he hadn't gotten drunk and except for his messy shirt, there was no trace of the party on him.

"Are you having a good time?" he asked in a louder voice, so you could hear him amid the music and Rodolphus howls.

"Wonderful, it's the best party of my fucking life" you responded excitedly. You were very drunk; Regulus could hear it in your voice and together with the smell you gave off was more than enough.

"I think it's time to sleep, honey" he murmured calmly, carefully holding you in his arms and helping you to straighten up a bit. "Do you want me to take you to your room?"

"But I'm having fun!" you complained.

"I know you're having fun, but it's near dawn and I think it would be best if you sleep now or in a few hours you won't stand the hangover," he explained, but you made a sign with your hand in denial, which he made a laugh. You were cute when you were drunk because you didn't measure your movements and you ended up exaggerating almost everything.

"No, no, and no. It's my birthday, I decide when I go to sleep” you said determinedly and you went back to the direction of the rest of the group.

Regulus began to think of ways to make you understand that it was too late and to convince you to accompany him to your room, but he didn't have to wait more than a couple of minutes when he felt your arms wrap around his back and your head drop against his body.

"What's going on?"

"I already want to go to sleep," you murmured, your voice being muffled by the fabric of his shirt. Regulus laughed at the wayward girlish attitude you had shown earlier and how now you were hugging him asking to be taken to sleep. You had time to shout a thank you to all of your housemates and some of them replied, while others just shouted in response as they didn't even understand what you said.

You walked with the boy through the corridors of the building, stumbling from time to time, until you reached the door that corresponded to your room. Fortunately, the girl you shared your room with was still enjoying the party, which freed the place for you.

"Come in," Regulus muttered, turning on the light. Most of the decorations in the room were in green tones, there was a window and the windowsill of this a plant pot with colorful flowers, a couple of clothes were thrown on your bed and your desk was full of school supplies such as markers, notebooks, and even some books. The beds were small, nothing compared to the size of the mattress you had at your parents' house, but it was comfortable enough and allowed you to feel less lonely at night.

You walked down the hall, still quite dizzy, and ended up flopping onto your respective bed.

"Reg" you called him; head buried in a pillow.

"Yes?"

"Can you get me a pajama?" you kindly asked him. He nodded with a smile and went to the closet in the hall. This kind of confidence was something that had become normal between the two of you since entering college, so he had no problem going through your drawers and pulling out a set of black pajamas, which had a purple line print.

He was about to say something, but when he turned his gaze, he found you wrapped in a heartbroken cry.

"Y/N? what's the matter, precious?" he asked worriedly, running up to you and leaving the folded clothes next to you on the bed. He squatted in front of you trying to get an explanation and observed that you were holding in your hands a small picture frame that you had already stained with your tears "Oh..." he murmured softly, but before he could say anything else you let out a loud sob and then tears only increased.

Regulus did not know how to react because he had never seen you cry like that and he thought that maybe it was the fault of the drunkenness that you were now this sensitive, crying like a baby.

"He forgot my birthday!" you sobbed. The photo you were holding in your hands was one of you and Sirius, who had previously been on the nightstand next to your bed, as a daily reminder of how much you loved the brown-haired one “He's been my friend for years and he forgot my birthday!”

"Baby, it's not worth crying for him..."

"But I love him, Regulus!" you whimpered, snot dripping from your nose “I've loved him for as long as I can remember and he never seems to have cared. I was always there for him, I always showed him how important our friendship was to me and now he calls me a misfit and evil just because our damn characteristics are not compatible to belong to the same house. I'm not a villain or a monster, I just want my best friend back. Or am I not enough for him? Do you think it was my fault that he walked away?”

"My brother walked away from you because he is a complete idiot who has no decision of his own," he said seriously, but seeing that your tears increased with his words he approached and wrapped his arms around you "I mean... if Sirius moved away from you, it is because it has a single neuron that does not allow it to see everything wonderful about you. None of this is your fault”

"Then why did he stop loving me?" you asked shattered.

He knew that maybe the state you were in was responsible for that uncontrollable crying episode, but he also knew that everything you were saying was just the amplified and unfiltered reflection of what you were feeling. And he also understood that he should lie to you if he wanted you to calm down.

“No, precious, it is not like that. He hasn't stopped loving you "

“Yes, he has stopped loving me. I can see it in his eyes, he doesn't look at me the way he looked at me before. That idiot Potter and his girlfriend have convinced him that he no longer needs to be in his life” you whispered. You had reached out for a tissue and wiped your nose, then buried yourself in your friend's shirt. It hurt him enormously to see you like that, sobbing non-stop and emanating an almost a river of tears “And you know what I fear? that maybe he really doesn't need me anymore”

"Sirius won't let you go so easy, I know him."

"He hates me, we will never be friends again," you said louder, separating from him and looking like a crying baby again. The boy let you cry a while more, hearing between sobs sentences similar to those you had already said before.

The situation with Sirius had affected you greatly and anyone with two eyes on his face could tell that. Reg did not agree with that, but he could understand it because he knew the intensity with which you were in love with his brother. He thought that the change in your routine might cheer you up, but in the end, all your thoughts and feelings always returned to the same person: Sirius Black.

"Y/N" he called you seriously, seeing that you had no intention of stopping crying hugging the photograph in your hands "I need you to calm down"

"I can’t"

"Yes, you can" he murmured, watching you. Your eyes were already swollen and your face was completely red “Change your clothes, put on the pajamas that I brought you and I will stay here with you until you fall asleep. You need to rest; it is dawn and I would not want the lack of sleep to affect you in any way. After you change and go to bed you can continue crying if you want, but I need you to do this for me, okay?” he explained to you. To his surprise, you listened to him and followed his instructions, but without being able to fully control your tears. Once you were lying on the bed Regulus sat next to you and could hear you trying to calm your sobs.

"Are you better?" he asked softly, while he stroked your back. But you didn't respond and just kept looking away from him. Regulus understood that you didn't want to talk about it anymore, so he sat next to you on the bed, his hand running from time to time through your hair to lull you. After a while, he fell asleep with his head leaning against the wall, but the sound of the door closing woke him up.

Your roommate was not yet in his bed and you were next to him, holding his hand in an attempt to comfort, so it was illogical that someone else had entered or left. He noticed some things thrown on the floor that had fallen from the table as if someone had collided with them, but before he could delve further into the matter, fatigue began to close his eyes again, and ended up falling asleep again.

Sirius couldn't close his eye all night. Every time he tried to sleep; your image came back to haunt him.

You’ve been celebrating my birthday for more than ten years, or did you forget that too?

Those words had carried too much weight on him as if they burned his chest every time, he remembered them. He was a complete jerk, he knew it, and Regulus didn't need to tell him.

She adores you and that adoration is directly proportional to the hatred she can have you if you don’t fix things

What did he mean by that? he knew his brother; he didn't leave things to chance and if he had said that it was because there was a reason. One beyond the apparent meaning of his speech.

The issue kept spinning around and around in his head and at one point he simply couldn't bear that feeling of guilt so great. He must be talking to you right now or he would end up freaking out at the idea of losing you.

He let out a tired sigh and ran his hands through his hair, helpless over the whole situation. It was then that something inside his head seemed to illuminate him and he rose like a spring from his place.

He quietly walked over to James's things (who was sleeping peacefully and snoring loudly) he carefully took the cloak that was hanging next to his bed, hung it on his back, and left the room.

Sirius paced the campus impatiently, looking everywhere for you.

It was almost noon and you still weren't showing up anywhere, which made him completely frustrated. He needed to talk to you and he couldn't help but wait for Merlin to be merciful to him and put you on his way.

He had left his room very early so he could look for you at breakfast time, but he had not seen you, or any of your "new friends" whom he could ask about your whereabouts.

Now he was near the cafeteria because he knew that at some point you would have to go to eat something and if necessary, he would look for you again at lunch or dinner.

He felt the air get stuck in his chest as he watched you walk across the grass, a huge grin on his face and a pair of dark circles that didn't overshadow your beauty at all.

He ran terrified in your direction, fearing that if he did not reach you at that moment, he would no longer be able to talk to you and when the image of a boy next to you arrived, he wiped the smile from his face.

"Y/N" he called you. You turned to see who had spoken and now it was your smile that disappeared. When the blond boy next to you turned around, Sirius realized who it was "Barty..." he uttered, less excited than with your name.

"Hi, Sirius," you said awkwardly, trying not to look directly at him.

"You look beautiful," he said quickly, looking at you from head to toe. You wore clothes he had never seen before, an all-black ensemble that consisted of a short skirt and blouse, along with fishnet stockings and high-heeled boots. He had to admit that it was not something he considered to be your style, but he really liked the goth aura that you suddenly had "Very different"

"Thanks, I guess. Bellatrix gave it to me" you replied reluctantly. Sirius tried not to wince at the mention of his cousin. "What do you want Sirius?" you mumbled directly, wanting to talk to him for the shortest time.

You remembered perfectly the night before, his indifference and even the way you had whimpered about the love you felt for him and that it was apparently unrequited.

But seeing him that morning convinced you that you wouldn't make things so easy for him.

"I wanted to talk to you" he murmured a little self-conscious, feeling the look of the boy who had not said a word so far.

"You wanted?" Barty asked next to you, obviously amused. Sirius pursed his lips at the bad joke and glared at him.

"I want to talk to you, alone. Can I do it?" he said turning to you and completely ignoring your companion.

What was that guy doing with you in the first place?

“I'm afraid not, Sirius. Barty and I are going to get something to eat”

"Barty and you?" he asked, feigning a calm tone. But after years of knowing him, you knew perfectly well that it only meant one thing. Plus, the head-to-toe look he gave the boy made it easy for you to know what he was really thinking.

Jealousy.

"Yes, Barty and I" you answered defiantly. You wanted to hear one complaint, just one, to be able to blame him that he could no longer have any opinion about your decisions in life.

"What can I tell you, buddy? Yesterday I discovered that our dear Y/N is very funny and I did not want to miss the opportunity to have her to myself for just a couple of hours” he murmured with a smile, putting an arm around your shoulders. You could almost have sworn to see Sirius blow smoke out of his ears at the other's words.

"Anyway, I think you can wait a few more minutes, buddy," he said bluntly, while he took you by the arm and led you away from the man. Both of you were shocked by Sirius's actions, but he continued walking a couple of steps until he was out of Bartemius's hearing range.

"What the hell do you want?" You asked angrily, abruptly releasing you from his grip. The students passed in all directions without paying the slightest attention to your fight.

“Listen, I know I was wrong. I screwed up big, screwed up horribly and you didn't deserve it. So, I just want you to know that I'm sorry "

"Good"

"Good?" he asked confused. Your immediate and short answer had completely baffled him.

"Yes, Sirius. Good. I forgive you” you expressed sincerely, but for him, it did not feel that way. He was silent for a moment and waited patiently for an explanation, but it never came. You had simply turned in the direction of Barty (who was still waiting for you) and started walking.

"Hey, hey, where are you going?" he asked still quite confused. He had stopped you by holding your hand carefully and his callused fingers squeezing yours sent a chill through your body "Y/N..."

"I forgave you, Sirius. That was what you wanted, right? " you said softly. At another time his eyes would have touched you, but it was not that moment “I know it's nothing personal. We can all forget a birthday; it is not so important "

"Yes, it is if it's about you"

"I guess so" you answered ironically. You got a little closer to him until the distance was almost minimal and you saw him get nervous “And as I already told you, there is nothing to forgive. Everything is fine” you lied. One of your hands slipped to his cheek and you left a soft caress on it “But now I have to go, Barty is waiting for me. Goodbye, Orion” you said and before he could answer you walked away at a fast pace.

"You never call me Orion!" he yelled at you when he was finally able to react. He knew you were angry and it was more frustrating for him that you pretended that everything was fine and refused to fix things.

He looked at you and you had already started walking towards the cafeteria, taking Barty's arm like you were lifelong friends. He was your friend, he was the one who deserved to walk with you through the corridors like that, not some other stupid Slytherin who now wanted to conquer you.

"Maybe start now!" you responded by turning to see him, with a huge smile.

A smile. After what had happened you were just smiling at him and it felt like you were giving him the worst of stabs.

He saw Barty approach your ear to whisper something and by the movement of your shoulders, he knew that he had made you laugh. His heart was squeezed by that image and suddenly fear invaded him.

He never imagined that he could lose you, but now that he was about to do so the idea made his stomach churn and his chest ache.

How stupid did you have to be to lose your best friend? Sirius didn't know, but he was sure that he had been. I had to find a way for you to forgive him, to really do it and not just say yes to get rid of him.

He stayed a couple more minutes following your steps with his gaze, then he snorted as he gathered his things from the bench where he had patiently waited for you and walked to his common room, thinking the whole way about ways to return. to win your heart.

You had to admit that even though you didn't believe it at first, Sirius was really struggling to regain your trust.

It was obvious that with you most of the day in your common room or with your housemates the time he had a chance to say or do anything had been reduced considerably.

The only times you could see each other was during common classes and when leaving these classes, you were almost always kidnapped by Barty, Bellatrix and even Regulus with the excuse that they needed you urgently when in reality all they wanted was to escape from the next class or do some mischief.

Yes, you did notice that Slytherins could be a lot of fun too and unlike marauders, they didn't show off their jokes all over Hogwarts like they were a trophy.

More than once Bellatrix had convinced you to accompany her to smoke weed on the shores of the university and although Regulus disapproved it, he couldn’t deny that you had a lot of fun every escape with her.

You learned to break the rules, to really break them, and to put aside worrying about the opinions your friends would have. Now it was your friends who invited you to behave as you wanted and to try that freedom felt fantastic.

And that personality change did not go unnoticed by Sirius, who was finding it increasingly difficult to decipher how he could regain your trust.

He had started giving you gifts and all his friends (and yours too) noticed that.

"And why is this?" you had asked him quite confused on one occasion that he managed to intercept you outside of class and handed you a package of Honeydukes chocolates that he had probably smuggled in.

"I know you like them" she just answered herself as she put on a shy smile and started walking to her next class to avoid uncomfortable questions.

He continued to give you occasional gifts, such as flowers, treats, and even a precious silver necklace with a gemstone that (in Regulus's words) was symbolic of love.

It all seemed excessive and silly to you, because if Sirius knew you as well as he said he knew he would not win your affection with gifts like that, or of any kind.

For you, an action was worth more than a thousand words and a million gifts, so the things that the boy gave you every time he had a chance became second place.

Barty, on his part, had earned your appreciation in no time. He was kind and gentlemanly to you, unlike all the horrible tales Sirius had put into your head about your own housemates. You knew he felt more than friendship for you, it was obvious, but you were also grateful that he was taking the time to build something solid.

Regulus continued to be the wonderful best friend that he was and always tried to take care of all the things that could affect you, including his own brother.

Sirius, Sirius, Sirius...

Even if you wanted to hide the opposite, you had not been able to get it out of your head since the day he looked for you to apologize, because a part of you had struggled not to say yes immediately and wrap him in a hug.

Of course, you thought about him every day and of course the few moments you could see him were the best of the day. But you were also aware that you couldn't live by obeying your wayward heart and that Sirius needed a lesson if he wanted to continue in your life.

The charm class you shared with Gryffindor had started a few minutes ago and you were quite nervous. That day they would have a different class where the teacher would organize several rounds of duels to check your skills.

It would be harmless spells, or at least that was the idea, but when you heard your housemates whispering about their hatred for certain Gryffindors you knew it would not be peaceful at all.

The room was completely clean and the teacher had placed the students of each house at different ends, lined up in a line to pass one by one and fight his opponent. Unfortunately for you, the teacher had placed them in height and you were practically at the beginning of the line.

A couple of people were before you and luckily, I hadn't gone beyond some Expelliarmus between them. A few victories for Slytherin, others for Gryffindor, and finally your turn came.

Lily Evans was in front of you, with a challenging smile and her wand in hand, which could only mean one thing: trouble.

You knew how much the girl hated you and you were completely unaware of her reasons, but it was obvious that she would not miss the opportunity to make a fool of you in front of the class.

"To your positions" indicated the teacher. Lily raised her wand, you raised yours and your gaze drifted for just a few seconds to the Gryffindor row. Sirius was watching you with concern and when he met your gaze, he smiled at you as he held up one of her thumbs.

You would be lying if you said it wasn't a cute gesture and pressed your lips together to keep a smile from escaping your lips as you struggled to focus on the activity.

The teacher gave the signal and then both of you pointed forward.

"Expelli—"

"Brachiabindo!" she yelled in your direction. Your arms were entangled by a kind of invisible rope. The Gryffindors celebrated and you fell silent, staring at Lily with a clenched jaw. It was fair, you had lost, but she didn't stop there "Glacius!" she screamed again and a layer of ice began to grow under your feet. Everyone was silent, not knowing what was happening "Flipendo!" she said pointing her wand at you with a smile, causing you to fall into the ice sheet. With your hands tied, you couldn't have any kind of support so your back fell completely against the floor and your head was slammed violently.

You tried to raise your wand to defend yourself in some way, but you were too giddy from the fall to even think about casting a spell.

Lily cast another spell, completely ignoring the professor and your classmates as if her only mission was to make you suffer.

Before the spell could hit you, another person ran and stood in front of you, receiving the impact.

"Expelliarmus!" You heard in front of you and when you looked up you saw Sirius taking down the girlfriend of his best friend with his spell. The whole class was surprised by the sudden fight that had developed and the teacher deducted points from the Gryffindor students while scolding Lily Evans for her attack on you, which she tried to defend herself against with the phrase “Y/N could still attack”

Sirius wasted no time and turned towards you uttering a soft Finite Incantatem that freed you from all the spells that the cruel Gryffindor had put on you. The laughter of your housemates was present when they looked at Sirius's face, which had been filled with totally disgusting boils.

You looked at him surprised by what he had just done and Regulus tried to silence the laughter of the Slytherin students, without much success.

"Mr. Black, go to the infirmary to have that removed from your face!" muttered the professor, half disgusted and half worried. The boy tried to ignore the teasing of the students and extended a hand towards you to help you get up. You were so confused that you couldn't even thank him and when he walked out the classroom door it was too late.

After sending Sirius to the infirmary and Lily to detention the teacher tried to continue the class normally, but you could not refocus with the idea that Sirius was injured in some way. Obviously, he was not hurt, but from the comments of the students in your house, you knew that the teasing towards him would continue for a while, along with the people who had surely seen him walking through the corridors. The idea that this could have been your destiny kept spinning in your head and as soon as the teacher ended the session you left terrified.

Regulus had managed to stop you before your escape, just a few steps from the door and Andromeda was also with him.

"Where are you going?"

"I have to go see him" you answered agitatedly. Barty, who was behind both of them, looked at you a little sadly, realizing that after all, you would run into Sirius's arms as soon as something happened to him. You didn't even notice it; you just heard Regulus's reply and made your way down the corridors as fast as you could to the infirmary.

Once you got there you were panting and you were about to open the door when someone else did, from inside.

"Sirius!" you said animatedly. His face was clean and beautiful as always, with a smile adorning it.

"Thanks, Poppy!" he murmured saying goodbye to the nurse, who smiled kindly at him and said goodbye waving her hand "Hey," he spoke again, but now in your direction. He held his breath as he felt your body colliding with his and your hands encircling his waist.

"Are you okay?" you asked sunk against his chest. You felt one of his arms holding you carefully from the back and the other was placed on your waist.

"I think the question is for you, princess," he murmured softly. Your bodies fit together perfectly, like a piece of a puzzle and he enjoyed the warmth of your hug that he hadn't felt in almost a month "Did she hurt you?"

"Lily?" you asked separating yourself from him, suddenly uncomfortable. You knew that it was most likely that he defended them and said that it was all your fault "No, I guess not"

“She's stupid, I don't even know why she did that. She and James are getting unbearable, I'm sorry you had to go through that,” he explained. The smile returned to your face and you approached him again, taking his cheeks with your hands.

"But are you okay?"

"I already told you yes, it was just a few pimples and laughs, nothing serious" he murmured calmly, holding your hands through your wrists and bringing one of them to his mouth. He carefully kissed the back of it, waiting for your reaction and when he saw you blush, a smile escaped his lips. "The worst that can happen is that James hates me for throwing his girl through the air, but I couldn't bear that she was hurting my girl"

"You were a little late"

"I saved you from teasing, isn't that enough?" he murmured with a smile, still holding your hands gently "Listen, I want to apologize..."

"It was not your fault"

"Not because of that, but because of what happened between us before," he exclaimed. You had been so worried about him that you had forgotten about it. You could even say that you were comfortable with his presence. “I know I was an idiot and I really regret all the times that I did not defend you from the jokes that my friends made. It was wrong and I think I was feeling a bit hurt because you finished Slytherin and not me. And of course, I know that doesn't justify it in any way, but it was. Seeing you with my brother every day, with another circle of friends, away from me… I don't know, it made me believe that you really didn't belong to the group anymore. But you have been the only one who has been with me forever and now the idea that we are not friends again terrifies me. I promise you that if you give me another chance, I can show you that I really care a lot about you and I will never again let anyone look down on you for who you are. You will be the most important thing to me again, just as you were before,” he finished.

Your hands were still trapped between his and his gaze couldn't leave yours. The words had come out of his mouth, fearing that maybe that would be the only time you would really pay attention to him and he could apologize. Apologize seriously.

"And I'm also sorry I forgot your birthday," he added quickly. His nervous tone made you smile.

"It's okay Sirius..."

“No, don't tell me it's okay because I feel like you're only doing it to get rid of me. Tell me if I can really do something to fix my mistake "

"But you've already done it" you murmured calmly, while you interlaced your hands and shortened the distance between you "Look, you were a cretin and I was very upset with you at the time, but that you recognize that you were wrong and want to remedy it I think which is more than enough for me after these last few weeks. You don't need to get on your knees or mount a parade in my honor, all I want is for you to respect our friendship and not hate me for being from a different house than yours."

"I never hated you, love, never in my life could I do it" he interrupted you. The way he called you love always melted your heart "So are we really okay?"

"Yes, we are" you replied with a small smile "Just promise me that you will never treat me that way again"

"I promise, I promise," he was quick to say.

"And promise that you will not say anything bad to my friends"

"I promise too," he replied, as sincerely as he could. And you believed him because you knew perfectly well when he was lying. The boy squeezed your hands and dared to leave a loud kiss on your cheek, tickling you “I promise everything you want, but please let everything go back to how it was before. I'm tired of being… without you” he kept looking at you for a few seconds, happy to be able to have that closeness with you again.

It was nice to look back at his eyes so full of life, those that always reflected an incomparable love that you were now sure that he continued to feel for you.

"Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"That boy, Barty... do you like him?" he asked, in a cautious tone.

"Why that strange question all of a sudden?" you said funny. It felt good to talk to him again and seeing him jealous was priceless.

"So do you like him?" he insisted.

"I don't know, Sirius. Maybe" you answered holding back a laugh and immediately afterward you heard him growl "Does it bother you in any way, Mr. Black?"

"Of course not," he replied. But you knew he was lying "It's just that we haven't spoken in almost a month and I don't know if you and him... well, it's just that I think... I don't know, he's not your type"

"Now I have a type?"

"Well, as I understand it you like handsome idiots and Bartemius is just an idiot" he murmured, managing to get a laugh out of you.

"By your logic, you fit the job description perfectly."

"I do?" he asked pretending to be surprised. You laughed and there was a little space in silence.

"So—"

"Why don't we find out?" he interrupted you.

"Excuse me?"

"Why don't we find out if I'm really the right fit for the job?" he said slightly excited. You continued not to understand what he was referring to until he spoke again "Do you want to go with me to Hogsmeade this weekend?" he asked. The seriousness with which he had spoken puzzled you because his flirtations never went beyond that and he honestly had taken you by surprise “You and me, alone. Without anyone to bother us"

"Like a date?" you asked without thinking, regretting it. Knowing Sirius and his lack of commitment, he would most likely deny it with some clever joke.

But he didn’t.

"If you want it to be a date, then it will be."

You were puzzled, completely shocked at how easily Sirius had admitted that he was actually asking you out on a date and he could tell from the smile and frown on your face.

"A date" you answered softly. Your hands were still joined and the warmth between them was starting to get quite comfortable.

Again, there was a silence where you didn’t dare to look at him but instead focused on the vision of his thumbs going up and down on the back of your hand.

It was strange to live with him like this so suddenly again, but you had to admit that the passing of the weeks had helped a lot by reducing the anger and contempt you had felt towards him. After all, you were sure that you could never stop loving him and that would end up leading you to do a lot of stupid things.

He had been a complete jerk, you had no doubt about that, but if he had defended you from his best friend's girlfriend and saved you from being humiliated then it was worth giving him a second chance.

"So will you keep dating Barty?" he insisted, making a giggle escape you again.

"Why does it worry you so much?"

"Because if you continue with him then my proposal will be of no use" he exclaimed with a capricious tone.

"And what would that proposal be?" you asked, deciding to venture a little deeper and find out if Sirius was really talking… well, being serious.

He bit his lower lip and looked away for a few seconds as if he was thinking of a good answer to your question.

"We could have a couple more dates, I can continue giving you those gifts that I know you love but that you refuse to accept..." he started to say and you rolled your eyes at his second sentence "We continue dating to get to know each other, if there is something left to know about us, and then… I don't know if you want and things are going well between us, well… we could… you know…” he stammered but was interrupted by your barely audible laugh.

"Siri, if you don't shut up, I'm going to have to kiss you" you tried to joke. The boy's eyes widened at your statement and a violent blush painted his cheeks.

"Seventeen, dog, food, broom, hair, pumpkin pie..."

"What are you doing?" you asked laughing, feeling his hands release yours and then place them on your waist again.

"I'm talking, make good on your threat," he said offended, making you laugh even louder.

"Silly"

Still laughing Sirius approached you towards him to give you a hug, which you appreciated because that way you could hide your blush by sinking into the hollow of his neck while he, on his side, placed his nose between your hair and sniffed it.

"I really want to show you that I can be good for you, Y/N" he whispered. His voice sounded muffled and gentle "Thank you for forgiving me."

"Thank you for showing me that you deserve to be forgiven," you replied softly.

And in that hug, a Slytherin and a Gryffindor were beginning their love story. All for a forgotten birthday.

P.S. yes Sirius heard the reader cry when she was drunk, how she screamed that she loved him and also heard her say that she thought he hated her, all thanks to the invisibility cloak. Just so you know 👀

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the-scarlet-witch-22 · 4 years ago

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The Coffee Shop (Agatha Harkness/Female Reader)

Summary: During your early morning coffee shop visit, you make a memorable first impression by bumping into a mysterious woman.

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: Hello Agatha Harkness fans (I hope I found you). I took a rather long break from my tumblr account, but my love for WandaVision/Agatha Harkness and needing a good stress outlet from LSAT prep has led me here. This was originally featuring Agatha as a barista but it sort of changed into this. It’s set as a one shot but I might be expanding it to multi-chapter. Hope y’all enjoy :) please let me know what you think!!

“Stupid Percy breaking my stupidly expensive espresso machine,” you mumbled under your breath as you trudged through the snow filled streets of Manhattan on an early Saturday morning.

As delighted as you had been by your older brother’s surprise visit, you were less than pleased when you had discovered he somehow destroyed your brand new espresso machine. He appeared just as shocked as you were, but before he could get a full sentence in to apologize, you quickly left the apartment to search for some much needed coffee.

Since it was only just after seven am, your favorite coffee shop was basically vacant and you felt a sigh of relief when you entered the warm building. It had been a while since you had treated yourself to coffee. Now that you were in law school, you had been telling your parents you would be more responsible with your finances. Granted you hadn’t cut out any of your shopping excursions, or really anything else, but you were very proud to say you mostly cooked at home and stopped going for multiple coffee runs a day.

Shrugging those thoughts aside, you walked up to the counter and glanced at the menu, already knowing what you wanted to order for you and your idiotic brother. “Hi there, can I get one medium vanilla latte and one medium cold-brew with caramel and oat-milk?” You asked the barista who nodded.

“Of course. Will that be all?” The barista asked with a smile.

“Um, you know what, throw on two muffins,” You added, realizing you didn’t want to make breakfast. “One blueberry and one cranberry.”

“Alright. That will be $12.67,” The barista gave you the total as he put the order in.

You gave him a twenty dollar bill and told him to keep the change as you sat at a table in the corner and pulled out your phone. You frowned when you saw a missed call from Percy, and decided to play the voicemail he left.

“Hey sis, I’m really sorry about the espresso machine. I promise I’ll replace it. I got a call from mom and she needs some help with a couple projects at the office, so I have to get going. I’ll call you later and we can catch up then.”

“Guess I ordered his latte for nothing,” You said quietly before going up to the counter to tell the barista they could keep the latte. You were so lost in your thoughts that you weren’t watching where you were walking and bumped into a woman going the same direction.

“I’m so sorry,” You blurted out, immediately feeling embarrassed. “Are you alright?”

The woman huffed but didn’t bother turning around. “I’m fine. Thank you.”

“Well at least let me buy you a coffee or something to make up for bumping into you,” you offered, and hoped the woman would at least take a second to turn around to acknowledge you.

There was a pause, but the woman turned around and you felt your cheeks heat up as she stared at you. The woman was a little older than you, maybe mid to late 30s. She had dark brown wildly curly hair and strikingly beautiful blue eyes that appeared to gaze into you soul. The woman had a frown on her face but she nodded. “Sure.”

“Great,” You said with a smile. You approached the counter and the same barista greeted you.

“We’re almost done with your order,” The barista informed you.

“Thank you,” you replied. “The person who was supposed to meet me cancelled so you can keep the vanilla latte,” you then motioned to the woman standing next to you, “and whatever she would like to order is on me.” You handed the barista another $20. “Keep the change.” You turned back to the older woman who still had a passive expression on her face. “I’m sorry again for bumping into you.”

You made your way back to the table and still felt embarrassed by what just occurred. The woman was beautiful. So so so beautiful. And you had majorly pissed her off. It was just your luck, really. Between your constant studying throughout undergrad and your gap year preparing for the LSAT you didn’t have time to consider a relationship. That and you were usually oblivious to any advances from women interested in you. So it made sense you would humiliate yourself in front of a beautiful stranger.

“Order for Y/N,” A different barista called out from the counter.

You went to grab the order and frowned when you saw they had still given you the latte. “Hey I don’t need-“ you started to say but was interrupted by the sound of laughter. You turned and saw the woman you bumped into standing before you with a curious expression on her face.

“I asked for the latte you ordered,” The woman explained. “I also let the barista keep the $20 sense you told them to keep the change.”

You arched an eyebrow but gave the woman the latte. “I see...well I hope you like it.” The woman continued to stare at you which made you feel very self conscious. “Um...?”

“Well aren’t you going to invite me to sit with you?” The woman asked, still showing no emotion.

“Oh,” You said in surprise but quickly nodded. “Of course.”

You took a seat at the window table and you could feel the older woman’s curious gaze fixated on you. You motioned to the two muffins on the table. “Would you like one? I ordered two thinking I would be sharing them...”

“Well aren’t you sweet,” The woman said with a smirk. “Blueberry is my favorite.”

You slid the muffin across the table and nodded at the woman. “You know, I usually like to know the name of the woman I’m sharing breakfast with.”

“Well maybe I’m not like the other women you’ve met, dear,” The woman offered with another smirk and a glint in her eyes. “So who stood you up? A boyfriend, or perhaps a girlfriend?”

“My brother,” You replied, remembering the tragic events that led to your now broken espresso machine. “He got a little tied up and cancelled after I ordered.” You shrugged and took a sip of your cold-brew. “I’m sorry again for bumping into you.”

“Don’t be,” The woman insisted. “Besides, I ended up with free coffee and a cute breakfast partner.”

For a second, it seemed like the older woman was flirting with you, but you brushed it off as your own attraction to the woman and tried to continue the conversation. “So do you live in Manhattan?”

The woman’s face was passive as she replied. “From time to time,” She explained. “I travel a lot for work.”

“What do you do?” You asked curiously, while trying to guess what the woman did for a living. She was torn between a powerful business woman and a member of the mafia.

“This and that,” The woman answered with a wave of her hand. “How about you, dear?”

“I’m a first year law student at Columbia.” You replied nonchalantly.

“Ah a future lawyer,” The woman said in a teasing tone. “You must be a very smart woman.”

“I study a lot,” You explained, feeling uncomfortable with the stranger’s praise, or with any praise. “Lots of hard work and late nights, that’s all.”

“Not comfortable with compliments, hun?” The woman teased again and ran her fingers through her wildly curly hair. “Interesting.”

You let out a slightly nervous laugh before changing the subject. “You’re very mysterious, you know that right?” The woman in question merely arched an eyebrow at you so you continued. “I mean don’t get me wrong, you’re really nice company, but you won’t tell me your name or really anything else about you.”

“Well maybe I haven’t decided if I want you to know me,” The woman offered and she smirked, but you noticed her eyes darkened ever so slightly.

“I see,” You replied, trying to keep any trace of annoyance out of your tone. “Well maybe I should try making it obvious that I;m interested in getting to know you.”

“You just met me,” The woman pointed out. “What if I’m a crazy evil witch in disguise?”

You grinned. “Well lucky for you, I like crazy. And I loved Bellatrix in Harry Potter, so the evil witch thing doesn’t scare me.”

The woman let out a loud cackle that made you smile. “You’re funny, dear.” She glanced at her watch before continuing. “As much as I hate to leave so soon, I’m running a little late.”

“For all of those very important evil witch tasks?” You joked, a smile gracing your lips.

“It’s like you can read my mind,” The woman smirked back. “It was lovely meeting you dear. Thanks for the coffee. Call me sometime.” She stood up and left, leaving you alone.

You watched her leave and mulled the woman’s words over before frowning. “How am I supposed to call her?” You mumbled, glancing down at the table. There was a $20 bill tucked under your muffin. Curiosity peaked, you grabbed the bill and smiled when you saw there was writing on it.

“Agatha Harkness 678-999-8213

-Put it towards my future legal fees”

#agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness #agnes x reader #agatha harkness imagine #reader insert #agatha wandavision #wandavision #marvel insert

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pineapple-lover-boy · 4 years ago

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Cursed Child Could’ve Been Better and Here’s Why:

Part 1?

Hate the Cursed Child. The play is a good play on its own but it doesn’t match up with Harry Potter as much as it should’ve, we all know this. But I want to present some ideas on why Delphini COULD have been the coolest villain ever and how she could work (plus a few extra improvements over all):

Main point against her is that Voldy couldn’t have children cause he split his soul. How about this: he could have children, but they end up having a fractured soul as well. They are sickly beings.

With the live potion conception, or as I like to call it “Merope r@ping Tom Riddle”: because of the love potion conception Voldy couldn’t feel love. That could work for Delphi too except to a less degree because she was most likely made from consent (Bellatrix would obviously say HELL YES and she definitely couldn’t sneak one on Voldy). She could still not understand love but she can kind of feel platonic/familial love, again, still not being able to understand it which can cause her to become overwhelmed and set up some sympathetic and angsty scenes for her

Voldy would never do the do, ever: Maybe not, but let’s remember that this is just fanfiction from two guys that JK signed off on. I could see him having a kid on the rarest occasion though. Having children only builds his future empire and if he still hasn’t won the wizarding world by the time they can do decent magic he’s at least got himself a new recruit. Plus we know and he knows that he’s strong, his magic is strong. Bellatrix’s magic is strong. This guy is basically magical H1tler so he is probably down for some experimentation between two very powerful wizards. And having a baby while in the middle of a war isn’t that far off. Literally every person in Harry’s year was born during a year when Voldy was obviously winning. And to have a child during the war as a safe goat isn’t a bad idea for someone like Voldy. Yes he is prideful and thinks that no one can defeat him but it was only a few years after he came back. Harry still defeated him as a baby through powers unknown to him. He may think he’s the best but there had to be at least one seed of doubt in his mind.

“What about the story? It’s trash, and Delphi only makes it worse!” I hear you say. Well here are some improvements I’ve thought of:

1. No time turners. JK specifically destroyed them for plot hole reasons. Cursed Child is a plot hole in itself while using them

2. Have it center around Delphi rebuilding her fathers empire instead of trying to bring him back. If Delphi is anything like her father then she’s smart enough to know that time travel only complicates things

3. Because of the live thing I mentioned before, have Delphi have some feelings. Yes her father couldn’t live and her mother was crazy, go off of that. Have her find out how dysfunctional they both were and have her ask herself “if they were so insane and failed, is it really smart for me to be doing this?” Have her feel something towards Albus and Scorpius, a sisterly feeling towards them. Have them convince her in the end that what she’s doing is wrong and have her completely brake down. Make her a relatable human being that just wants to make her parents proud because that was the only reason for her to be brought to that Earth.

4. Make it a book. Listen, having it as a play is fine but having it as a book first I feel fleshes out that characters more and then when we really know them we could have a play. Most plays are based off of books or movies because they want to see the characters break down in song or have the conversations in front of them but if you want to make the Harry Potter fans happy than please make it a book first. It doesn’t even need to be a series.

5. Let Harry be a loving father. Seriously. How could they mess this up? He was an abused child by his only guardians after his parents died. There’s no way in hell he’s gonna say something bad and then not immediately take it back. It’s ok to make him have mistakes and misunderstandings as a parent, after all they’re probably still suffering tons of trauma after 19 years, but to not have him feel sorry right at that moment is an insult to Harry and what he went through.

6. Keep Draco’s redemption arc. It was actually good. Probably the best thing in the play.

7. Show how the world is crumbling under Delphi’s destruction. Don’t go to alternate realities to show it, cause we know that they haven’t happened yet and can be fixed. It creates more tension because how is this going to be fixed? They’ve probably just finished making everything alright in the wizarding world and now it all goes to shit again. Show the desperation in the characters. Their want to get things right again. Not just some “oh no this is terrible! We have to fix it!” Type of stuff. That’s why a book is the best format, you can show these tiny details.

8. Stop the queer baiting.

9. Show how the older characters are still suffering from their trauma, in different degrees, and how they deal with that while taking care of children. Show them trying not to have ptsd flashbacks or panic attacks in front of their children, show it actually happening.

10. Don’t have Rose be a total asshole. Have her be a bit wary around Scorpius but ultimately trusting him because she trusts her cousins decision. Have have be the new Golden trip but in their own ways. Mesh the original trios ways into their own: Albus has the brave leader (like Harry), Scorpius as the heart but has still got plenty of brain (mesh of Ron and hermione), and have Rose be another strong and brave leader while also being a bit of the heart too. (Which can cause some tension between her and Albus cause they both want to lead). Also mesh some of the other characters too. Scorpius can be like Neville, unsure of himself and how brave he can be but having a moment of confidence where he knows he’s capable. Have Albus be be as open minded and spirited as Luna, let him have moments where people look at him weird for some less than logical ideas but him not caring. Have Rose be as competitive and fiery as her aunt, Ginny, don’t make her be snobbish but let her have a temper that makes people say “wow!” instead of rolling their eyes in annoyance. However these characters are portrayed, let them be similar to the multitude of trios in the second generation, but different enough that they are their own people.

That’s all I have for now. Please tell me any other ideas or critiques, I know there is a lot more. I genuinely think that they could’ve had the character of Delphini and made it work but they just made her a Great Value version of her father who uses unconventional methods of getting him back. I honestly loved the character of Delphini when I first read the script and I still do, she just needs to be fleshed out more and have a better story. Also having her be sick as a part of being birthed from a guy that had barely any soul could be and interesting plot point too. Her being unsure coupled with the fact that it’s hard for her to even live normally could contribute to the fact that she can’t keep on fighting anymore. Anyways, thanks for reading this, I know it’s long. And please tell me your thoughts!

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harryissuchalittleshit · 4 years ago

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Okay, so the best way to describe this is that its an AU, in which once Bellatrix, the Lestrange brothers, and Barty Crouch Jr.’s wands are all snapped after the second war the magic breaks on Frank and Alice and they ‘wake up’. (Maybe my way of saying I want another chapter of Fade 😉)

I don’t know, I’ve just been thinking about the Longbottom family A LOT and wanted to write something. Thanks @petalstosarah for the prompt this week!

Frank opened his eyes, he wasn’t in his kitchen, in fact he didn’t recognize anything around him. Alice hated the color white, their home was full of color, paintings and posters and crazy wallpaper covered their walls and made their home bright and warm.

He turned his head, trying to find Alice. If he wasn’t at home, then Alice had to at least be nearby.

“Good morning Frank,” said a voice, quickly followed by a woman that he had never seen or met in his life. She was plump and soft and matronly, she reminded him of Alice’s older cousin Molly. “Ready for breakfast?”

“Where’s Alice?” asked Frank, trying to see pass the woman.

Frank quickly climbed out of the bed as the woman dropped the tray of plain looking mush on the floor, he needed his wand, he needed to find Alice. He didn’t know if he was going to have to go searching for Neville too, but if he was here, then the possibility of him being with Alice was high enough.

“Alice?” called Frank into the hospital ward, down the row of beds was a man with graying blonde hair who was chatting excitedly with his own orderly. He looked around the room more carefully, there were posters and pictures on the walls, books were stacked on tables by the beds, and looking back to his own bed, there was a framed photo of an unknown man that he had never met, but looked oddly familiar.

“Frank?”

Frank turned around as the curtains behind him opened and there stood…there stood…he had no idea who this woman was. Her hair was gray and thin, her face shallow and gaunt, she looked too thin, too small, not at all like his Alice, even her eyes were a dull blue.

Until she looked up and met his eyes, and suddenly they were filled with color, bright and joyful and his Alice again. Her face flooded with color, and even her hair looked less gray and more blonde, like sunshine.

She looked like his wife again.

“Alice,” said Frank, feeling himself smile as if it was for the first time in years. “What happened to us?”

“Place your hand in mine,” Alice said softly, “please, hold my hand. We need to find Neville.”

Frank nodded and reached for her, feeling light as she laced her fingers through his. It felt strange to have her hold his hand, as if years had passed without holding her hand. All of the world’s comforts was right here, his wife, his beautiful and lovely wife, she was here with him now, and that was all that mattered. They would find their son, he couldn’t imagine that much time had passed.

“Let’s go.”

#head canons #harry potter #frank longbottom #alice longbottom #neville longbottom #training prompt tuesday #this could become a real story if you squint #my fics

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slyttherins · 4 years ago

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Supernova | Bill Weasley x Nova Lestrange

Summary: Bill Weasley gets his first kiss

Pairing: Bill Weasley x OC Nova Lestrange (Bellatrix's daughter)

Word count: 1250

Square filled: First kiss

When Bill was starting his second year at Hogwarts, his eyes fell on a girl with dark, curly hair. She must've been a First Year since her robes had no house logo on them.

Nova Lestrange, McGonagall had called her. Bill had heard that name before - Lestrange. It had been in the newspaper a year ago.

During the sorting ceremony, the redhead watched her go and sit under the sorting hat, secretly praying she'd be in Gryffindor.

She got Slytherin.

Three years passed and, despite Nova's reputation, Bill couldn't tear his eyes from her. She fascinated him. She was strong headed and confident, didn't take shit from anyone and never hesitated to hex someone who spoke wrong about her or her family. Maybe it was why people were intimidated by her?

She definitely wasn't the type of girl his mother would want him to bring home for the holidays, but that didn't stop the Weasley boy from longing after her.

Nova's mad laugh echoed in the hallway as Bill and her ran away, escaping from Filch.

The two had set an alarm and emerged from their respective common rooms well after curfew to meet in a hallway, planning to sneak out to the astronomy tower to watch the meteor shower. Professor Sinistra had mentioned it in class earlier this week and Nova really wanted to see it. According to the professor, the best time to see it was between moonset and dawn, which was why they were up at this hour.

''I can't believe you jinxed Filch with a jelly-legs curse,'' Bill laughed, the image of the caretaker stumbling because of the curse forever engraved in his mind.

Nova would undoubtedly get in trouble for jinxing a staff member, but she couldn't care less.

''Get used to it, Weasley. Crazy runs in my blood.''

Once they made it to the top of the astronomy tower, Bill pushed open the squeaky door. A few blankets and cushions were set up on the ground, neatly and previously placed by Nova, to keep them warm and comfortable for the spectacle.

''Do you think it has started already?'' she asked, sitting down on the blanket. It was spring, but the nights were still cold.

They were both still in their pajamas, looking like polar opposites next to each other; Nova in a Slytherin night-robe over a silk two piece and Bill in striped bottoms and a Molly-made sweater.

Bill shook his head and joined her, grabbing another blanket to cover their legs. ''It shouldn't have. According to Professor Sinistra, we should see the first shooting star around two-thirty.''

A brisk of wind blew through the astronomy tower and, without thinking, Bill reached out to tuck a piece of hair away from Nova's face.

She turned her attention to him, frowning. ''What is it? Is there something in my hair?'' She ran a hand through her dark curls, attempting to get whatever was on it out.

Bill shook his head. ''No.''

He looked down at his hands quickly and then back to her. A full head of dark messy curls framed her face, a stark contrast with her milky skin. Her dark eyes were surrounded by long lashes. She was the painted picture of her mother - only, her features were softer. Her nose was different too, more upturned.

A fragment of meteor came through the starry sky at lightning speed and Nova's eyes brightened in amazement. ''Did you catch that?''

Nova's voice broke him out of his staring.

''Eh, no...'' Bill replied sheepishly.

Nova pulled her eyebrows. ''It flew right before us. How can you have missed it?'' she asked. ''Need glasses, Weasley?'' Before Bill could say anything, she tapped his leg to get his attention. ''There's another one coming. Look!''

This time, he did catch it. A small ball of bright, white light flew across the sky, so fast it trailed light behind it. A smile broke across the redhead's lips.

''Wow. This is so much better that during Astronomy lessons.'' Bill wasn't an astronomy nerd, but he couldn't deny how cool shooting stars were despite being a small fragment of a big rock.

''That's because they are simulations,'' Nova explained. ''I don't think Professor Sinistra has the patience to spend a night with a whole class to teach astronomy. Can you imagine?''

''Next time, we should watch it by the Black Lake.''

''Ohh, good idea!''

''How will we sneak out of the castle though? The doors are locked at night.''

''I guess we'll have to stay out all night.''

''We could hide in the forbidden forest? It isn't as scary as people make it. I've been a thousand times with my brother Charlie. There centaurs and acromantulas and trolls, but they won't bother you if you don't cause trouble.''

The forest was strictly off limits to students - except for detentions or Care of Magical Creatures lessons -, but that didn't stop the Weasley boys to venture in. In third year, Charlie tried to sneak in a bowtruckle in his dorm, but McGonagall caught the green creature peeking from his robe's pocket and gave him detention.

''I'll hold your hand if you're scared,'' Bill teased and Nova shoved him.

Like most, Nova had first struck him as the good kid with good grades, the type who never disobeyed or broke rules. After all, he was top mark in a lot of classes. Turned out Bill was not the person she had taken him to be. The elder of the Weasley clan loved adventures, danger and...mischief.

Time flew by as more shooting stars crossed the sky. It was now almost time to part ways and go back to their dorm, but Bill didn't want this moment to end. He had plans for tonight, other than watching the meteor shower. One plan.

Kissing Nova.

He had tried to kiss her on many occasions before, but always got cold feet - for a Gryffindor, he wasn’t courageous in the girl department. Or, something would come up and interrupt.

The last time, they had been in the courtyard when a bludger went over their head at full speed, coming from the quidditch pitch where Gryffindor were having a practice. After practice, Charlie had apologized on their team's behalf for ruining the moment, but Bill was still mad at his brother for that - even though he wasn't the one who swung the bludger.

Bill's eyes shifted from Nova to the sky, telling himself that he'll take his chance and make a move when the next shooting star would pass, but he realized that the setting was a bit too romantic for his liking. Having his first kiss under the stars, who was he? The main character from those muggle movies?

But, again, Nova had been the one to come up with the idea of watching the meteor shower, not him.

''Nova?'' His voice was soft, but still echoed through the astronomy tower.

The raven haired girl turned in Bill’s direction. Her cheeks were rosey from the night air and Bill could feel his heart beat fast in his chest. She was so close, yet too far.

Using all the courage he had, Bill cupped her face with one of his hands and leaned in, his lips hovering over Nova's, but stopped before they could kiss, getting cold feet.

''Are you gonna kiss me, Weasley, or do I have to do it myself?'' Nova spoke between them.

Bill laughed softly, embarrassed, and did as told.

#bill weasley #bill weasley x reader #bill weasley prompt #bill weasley fic

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theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin · 4 years ago

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Describe what would happen if Lily (from "Lily and the Art of Being Sisyphus") suddenly found herself in cannon Harry Potter world in the middle of his fifth year? Oh, and she can't bullshit herself out of this one for some reason, instead she stays there for a month or two while Rabbit, Lenin, and Trotsky somehow join forces and try to find a way to bring her back. Bonus points if Lily crashes a DA meeting and kicks some peoples butts anticlimactically.

Oh boy, that I’m sure would go so well for all involved. In the middle, you say? Alright, let’s do this thing. For my sanity I’m going to pretend this taking place in an up to date version of “Lily and the Art of Being Sisyphus” as of chapter 7-whatever we’re on right now.

So, there’s a couple of different ways that Lily can arrive. There’s a few obvious ones that stick out to me.

First, it just somehow happens. Reality’s falling apart in Lily’s own dimension and two seconds away from collapse. Rabbit’s floating around as these things called dementors, eating Umbridge, speaking English all the time, shit’s going down. It’s not all that out of the realm of possibility that Lily accidentally falls into a wormhole which deposits her in canon land.

Second, someone summons Lily. Now, this could either be team good (hooray) or team bad (boo hiss). Lily, being a being of unspeakable power but fairly neutral alignment, could easily be summoned by both. That said, I’m not really sure who to blame the summoning on.

The obvious choice is Harry, because Harry is stupid enough to summon a god to the mortal realm to slay Voldemort and Hermione’s smart enough to figure out how to do that for him. Go omnipotent creature, kill that evil snake man! However, we’re inserting Lily into canon directly, which means no short cuts of Harry having the dumbest idea he’s never had. Otherwise it’s not so much that the Order’s smart enough to know this is a bad idea but that such an idea would never actually occur to them. It says a lot that Dumbledore only ever gives tasks of any importance to Snape, the Order is kind of just... Harry’s glorified babysitters and taxi service.

So Harry and or the Order isn’t summoning Lily to solve all their problems for them. Good on them, smart choice.

Now, what about the Death Eaters and Voldemort?

With the Death Eaters we have a similar problem as the Order. Such an idea would never occur to them or if it would then they’re smart enough to say “NOOOOOOOOOO”. That said, if it ever did, oh Bellatrix would be so down. But only if the being worshipped at the altar of Voldemort’s wonderful... Voldemortness. Whatever it is she sees in him.

Voldemort it depends where you lean on his characterization. We don’t actually see that much of him in canon, barely even hear from him, and we mostly hear about him from a variety of dubious sources (either people who have no idea what they’re even talking about or else Dumbledore who tells Harry this information while actively grooming Harry to kill himself). I’ve seen people characterize canon Voldemort as having once been brilliant but currently mad, as being mad and yet also brilliant despite his many failures, as not mad at all and his schemes are just so intelligent, so brilliant, that none of us can follow them and they all seem to end in failure, and there’s always what I think which we won’t discuss because I look bonkers enough on the internet.

Insane Voldemort might think it’s a great idea to summon some unknown god to stomp all over his enemies. I’m not exactly partial to cookoo bannanas Voldemort but honestly, it’s either him, Lily stumbling through a wormhole, or random kids chanting Bloody Mary in a mirror three times and out comes Lily.

Right, I wasted a lot of paragraphs on that.

Anyways, in the greatest scheme known to man, while Lucius is trying and failing to get that prophecy, Voldemort unearths some ancient text to summon an unknown god. A power that is unknown to mankind. So, I imagine Lily is summoned into canon much like that scene in Ghostbusters where the Sumerian god descends from the heavens. Glowing gate out of nothingness, fog machines, maybe a little less glitter and spandex, and instead Lily having no idea what the hell is even happening.

Lily, realizes she’s in deep shit as she notices Bellatrix prostrated on the ground in worship (of Voldemort of course, not Lily, Lily is just a deity and is nothing compared to the magnificence of the dark lord) as well as the various other Death Eaters all either looking terrified or in mindless awe of their lord’s amazing power. Lily feels like she’s entered Twin Peaks as she eventually is able to put together that the lisping snake man is supposed to be Wizard Lenin/Tom Riddle. Lily and Voldemort probably have tea or something, but as he’s crazy bananas in this version per my own convenience and he looks like something that eats children, it doesn’t go well and Lily gets increasingly weirded out and convinced she’s in some sort of parallel hell reality that comes about when Rabbit eats the entire goddamn universe. So much like someone in a surreal horror movie, Lily flees into the night and goes to Hogwarts to see what madness is there. At first, she’s confused, as Hogwarts looks... mostly Hogwartsy. There are some differences. Umbridge is still alive and apparently torturing all the children as opposed to just Lily. The dementors are gone and apparently Black has now been on the run for years. Default doesn’t exist, instead Hermione Granger is still happily in Gryffindor with Luna Lovegood sorted into Ravenclaw. The biggest marker that everything has changed is that Ellie Potter appears to have been replaced by Harry Potter: A boy who looks oddly like Uncle Death. Now, Lily knows that Death is an alternate reality’s version of her, but this guy doesn’t act anything like him or sound anything like him. Not even a much younger, amnesiac, version. Death... plays quidditch. What is this? Lily tries to return home but is blocked, realizing this means that the Rabbit explanation is more likely, and in Hogwarts decides to see if she can resurrect something of the world she knows out of this monstrosity or at least see where Wizard Lenin ended up. Rabbit, missing in action, should certainly be hunted down.

Lily decides that her best bet is to tail this Harry Potter, who might be the result of whatever happens when Ellie Potter (the persona) is digested. So, Lily cons her way into being a student, joins Gryffindor, and tries and fails to get into Harry’s friend group. First, though she’s older than the thirteen-year-old she’s pretending to be in her original story thanks to time travel, she doesn’t look fifteen yet either. Second, no one just injects themselves into the Golden Trio.

Still, Lily tries and while Ron thinks she’s damn weird and Hermione finds her suspicious, Lily earns herself a billion bonus points by figuring out that all she has to say is, “Oh gee, Harry, I believe you that this bloke named Cedric Diggory was murdered and Voldemort is back from the dead. It’s so awful the Prophet is calling you a liar now have you happened to see a fellow with white hair, black eyes, might be a rabbit? No? Well, do let me know when you do, because he’s late for a very important date.”

Unfortunately, even being close to Harry, there’s no sign of Rabbit but Lily starts getting pulled into Harry’s woes. She hears about his detention with Umbridge (laughs awkwardly as she remembers what happened to Umbridge in her world), hears about quidditch being cancelled (Lily could care less but pretends to be sympathetic, yes Rabbit-eaten Ellie, it is awful that quidditch is cancelled), hears about Dumbledore ghosting Harry (Lily unimpressed as this is what Dumbledore does), and hears about Voldemort’s mysterious actions of mystery involving glowing orbs.

Lily drops that she doesn’t exactly think Lord Voldemort’s a man with a plan here but that’s not what the gang wants to hear so reluctantly, and unprompted, Lily promises to look into it.

In the meantime Lily attends one DA session, turns it into horrifying dodgeball where the children are traumatized forever (because the patronus, Harry, really? That the grand self defense method against dark wizards we’re going to teach these people. No, no, we have to teach ‘duck or die’. You duck, or you die!) and is politely kicked out by Hermione who reminds Harry that he’s the one who should be teaching self defense and not terrifying transfer students who appear out of nowhere.

So Lily goes to fetch the prophecy instead. Having bullshit abilities and being secretly Harry Potter, in a way, herself she’s able to collect it and hears the thing. She remembers hearing this from her own dimension but decides to give it some more thought, then some more thought, then even more thought. She probably spends half a day trying to decide if this means Lily is secretly a zombie or Harry is the manifestation of her being secretly a zombie because ‘neither can live while the other survives’. Like all of us, Lily eventually decides prophecies are stupid, heads back home, and delivers the thing to Harry who is even less able to understand it than she is. Lily tells him that it probably means he’s a zombie, congratulations buddy, glad that’s been working out for you.

Meanwhile, as Lucius no doubt flips shit that the prophecy is simply gone, Voldemort starts taking action. He sends “I know where you live” letters to Lily at Hogwarts which promise doom and destruction and even more doom. Lily finds the idea of doom squared alarming. So, Lily decides to do what she does best, she sics one Tom Riddle on another Tom Riddle. What could go wrong? Lily asks Harry if he’s ever seen a diary with the name “Tom M. Riddle” on the inside cover. Harry flips shit and Lily has to talk fast to get him out of believing she’s the devil. When he tells her that Trotsky was murdered in perhaps the most hilarious manner possible in this world (a very true Rabbity end for him) she nearly gives up when impossibly she catches another hint of Tom Riddle in the air. She follows it to the source, the old Default Common room, and finds a very pretty tiara that Tom Riddle stuffed himself into.

Lily wakes him up in a very jarring manner, tells him that the other Tom Riddle is out there being Voldemort while he’s stuck here in a sad little crown, and tells him that it’s clearly his right to go beat the shit out of Voldemort to take what’s his and never bother Lily again. Tom is very, very, very confused. Instead of doing that he decides he’s going to stick around Hogwarts. That was not in Lily’s plan.

Forced, to hide his identity, Lily introduces him with the good old Albanian refugee trick. Only, without the excuse of A.L.F or Quirrell getting mauled by vampires that just sounds weirder than usual. Lily then backtracks and announces that Voldemort burned down his rural Welsh village (That’s right Umbridge, Voldemort is alive and burning down villages! I will take that detention, thank you!) Mot Elddir here is a true hero for surviving such an awful event and should be placed in Gryffindor now.

Harry is dumb enough though that meeting Tom Riddle face to face, even with blonde hair, Harry can’t quite recognize him though there’s something familiar with this chap. Dumbledore is not that stupid and starts gagging in horror at the staff table and has his suspicions of this Lily girl being a Death Eater/Voldemort himself confirmed. Dumbledore confronts Lily, Lily plays hilariously dumb, “What Death Eaters, people who eat death? Never heard of it, sounds contagious.” Dumbledore confronts Mot Elddir who just finds this all hilarious and has decided that Lily is his new favorite thing that he’s kidnapping as soon as he discovers what he wants to do with his life. He tells Dumbledore this is the best thing since Christmas, and yes he has many many evil schemes involving all the children (he has none). Voldemort instructs Snape to poison Lily, and while Snape feels a pang of conscience at murdering children, Dumbledore gives the go ahead in that they’ll send Lily to the hospital wing where perhaps they can then give her veritiserum and get some answers about what the hell Voldemort is up to. Well, Lily gets poisoned and realizes that she has so many enemies now that she honestly can’t tell if it’s Dumbledore (who is her enemy for her having blatantly released Tom Riddle) or Voldemort (who is her enemy because... she’s not actually sure why for that just that she maybe didn’t burn down London). Being Lily, she doesn’t die or is sent to the hospital wing, and just kills herself to wash the poison out. Snape is horrified and astounded that the girl appears perfectly fine. He’s even more horrified as he hears news of what he missed out on while at Hogwarts, Voldemort summoned some great power into this world and rumor has it that it’s loose at Hogwarts.

Lily talks to her newest Tom friend and tells him that if he’s going to stick around he should help her find out who just murdered her and all that. She doesn’t like being murdered, while dying’s alright, somehow being murdered makes it all that much more unpleasant. New Tom is not very sympathetic and notes that he’s here for his entertainment, not preventing her from being murdered. He just spent the past several decades as a crown, give him a break.

Dumbledore decides that time’s up, time to put Harry to the test. Unfortunately, Harry takes this as a moment to go “Welly well well, look who finally has time for Harry Potter? Finally has time to tell him a prophecy HE COULD HAVE TOLD HIM ABOUT YEARS AGO!” So, Harry destroys his office. After Harry has his Tommy Wiseau temper tantrum (I can’t imagine it any other way), Dumbledore tries to tell Harry that his new friend (who was so kind to fetch him that prophecy, impossibly, from the department of mysteries) is likely some eldritch abomination summoned by Voldemort from another world. Harry alone can defeat her.

Harry at first is angry and disbelieving. Dumbledore notes that Harry must have noticed that dear Mot is really just Tom Riddle going blonde. Harry is speechless, but it’s all true, and he desperately points out that Tom could have done something to Lily. Dumbledore notes that Lily was weird before Tom showed up, hasn’t Harry wondered why Lily doesn’t ever seem to need a wand? Ever?

Harry is horrified and leaves in a daze. On returning to Gryffindor he confronts Lily and asks her some of what Dumbledore asks him. Lily badly tries to pretend she had no idea Mot was evil incarnate, “Tom Riddle? What? No. No! There’s no way that Dear Mot could possibly be Tom” but has no excuses for why she’s so unbelievably talented. Lily decides to just go for it and explains to Harry that this world isn’t even real, it’s a cheap reflection of what reality used to be, that an extradimensional creature other than her has devoured them all and this thing is the result. Lily’s not sure she can fix it, but she can at least try to find the thing that did this to them.

This is enough confirmation for Harry and, fueled by betrayal, he demands a duel with her. Lily notes she doesn’t want to duel but Harry insists. Rather than do it, she runs away, grabs Tom and notes they’re leaving Hogwarts now. Only, outside of Hogwarts protection, she and Tom are easily tracked down and picked up by Death Eaters.

Tom is vaguely embarrassed by the whole get up, as Lily points out how and why it’s ridiculous, while Voldemort probably circles the pair of them and gives some very menacing lisping speech of evil. Lily points out that this is not her fault, Voldemort’s just weird and Lily kind of likes London, she feels no need to stomp on it.

Before Lily’s forced to kill Voldemort, Rabbit finally shows up, notes that Lily’s the one who’s late, and pulls her into a wormhole.

The other Tom Riddle is left behind in dumb horror, realizing as the seconds tick by, that apparently Lily is not coming back for him.

The end.

#ask #anon #lily and the art of being sisyphus #the order of the phoenix #harry potter #albus dumbledore #rabbit #voldemort #tom riddle #not the most well thought out outline ever but this is a tumblr post guys #i do like how it just became lily hanging out with the horcrux of the week anyway

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loxbbg · 4 years ago

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Etherial

Chapter 2

Masterlist

Ethereal: extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world.

Its been 3 month since Y/N left with Voldemort. The last time I saw her was when I got my dark mark 2 weeks after she left. She looked tired from the dark circles under her eyes and the bruises from her training and overusing her magic. When her and Voldemort appeared she was surrounded by all the adults asking her to show them what she had learned so far. After about 5 new spells she learned including the killing curse on a random bird outside she had an obvious look of annoyance on her face she flashed out of the room surprising everyone at the sudden flash. I wasn't surprised she did it. She never was much of a people person unless it was at Hogwarts where she had to be. She didn't use her becen in the 3 months I didn't blame her she was busy. During the time I went through my own training with Bellatrix I felt worn out with every spell thrown at me. I was expected to do what my father couldn't. I held the Malfoy name and legacy on my back. How was I supposed to do this?

My mothers hands rested on my shoulder as I was hunched over in the chair. Opening my eyes my mother sat below me looking up at me removing my hands from my face.

“Draco my Draco, my beautiful boy I see the turmoil going on in your beautiful eyes.” She looked up at me with worried eyes

“Mother I don't think I can do this. I know I have to but what if I can. I'll be on my own. What if I get caught? I cannot go to Azkaban, he will kill me. This wasn't supposed to happen till after Y/N and I… we were supposed to marry.”

“And It can still happen to Draco. Y/N just has a bigger play in life sooner than we expected but so do you. How do you think Y/n would react to seeing you this way.” She would probably tell me that I'm better than this that I was “The Draco Malfoy” and could do anything with or without her. She was dreadfully silly around me different than what anyone whether it be a death eater or schoolmate she was just my Y/N not “Y/n Wayne” or “The Cursed Godchild” just Y/n.

“Draco If you need me I will be here and even if she isn't here you know Y/N would be here helping you. Trust me you'll see her soon just focus on what has to be done now.” Draco inhaled.

It's been three months. Three months since I last spoke to her. Our 6th year of Hogwarts is supposed to start. My bags were already on the train. My mother and Estrella stood on the platform waiting for me to say goodbye. It was a tradition for them to send us off but today, this year of all years we needed them to be here. I needed her to be here.

“Watch where you're going.” Someone bumped into me almost knocking me off my balance.

“Sorry love I’ve just been so dazed my summer has been crazy.” That voice sounds so familiar. Looking down at the short black haired girl I haven't seen the entire vacation in her Slytherin robes but, how? She couldn't be done with training.

“Bloody Hell” I pull her body into mine holding her close in the hug.

“Hello darling I’ve missed you. Summer has been one hell of a ride.” She looks up at me smirking.

“Beautiful you have no idea.” I pressed my lips onto her forehead pulling her further into me. Months felt like years after not seeing her. She moved from under my lips looking up at me, she wraps her arms around my neck pulling me closer to her.

“I've been wanting to do this for a while now.” Our lips meet melting into each other. If the train had not blown its horn we might have missed it.

“They knew by the way.” She whispered after pulling away looking at our parents.

“I finished my training and my mother had already packed my bags so I came early and saved us a seat but we should really go before they leave without us. The faster we get to Hogwarts the faster we can be alone.” She whispers the last line for only me to hear. We wave to our parents running into the train at the final bell of the train. No one knew what we really went through this summer but they will know after what’s coming this year.

(blah blah blah pov switch)

Walking into the cart we walked into the booth with our stuff Pansy and Blaise sitting opposite of where we would sit. Slipping into the booth I link my hands with Draco, I have so much to tell him, to show him. Godfather has shown me things, things near muggles couldn't fathom.

“ How was your summer?” Parkinson asked, looking down and Dracos and I linked hands. She's always had a crush on Draco. I knew she felt threatened by me always asking me if Draco and I were together? Why did we spend so much time together? What part of us being childhood friends did she not understand? This was meant to happen, sad she had so much hope. Kinda pathetic really.

“Well it wasn't really that eventful. We took some trips together with both our families. It was a shame our fathers couldn't be there but besides for that nothing much happened.” I kept eye contact with Pansy smiling as I brushed my thumb on Draco’s. He breaks away from his conversation with Blaise looking in my direction he leans close to my ear

“You know you're making it obvious.” I smirked against his ear, glancing over at Pansy who looked annoyed and uncomfortable.

“ I know, that's the point” Pulling away I put a small peck on his lips before leaning my head onto his shoulder.

“Oh yeah and that too.”I shrug. Pansy thinks everything outside the window looks more interesting than looking at us, Blaise just looked at smirking at Draco continuing their conversation, Draco wraps his arm around my waist. I unintentionally fell asleep on his shoulder.

“What just happened? Blaise? “ My eyes quickly fluttered open hearing Draco who was looking around the cart

“Don't know,” Blaise responded. Just then, a small bag teeters, then tumbles from a luggage rack. It was Draco's wheels.

“Relax guys. The lights went out is all. Come on Draco we’ll be at Hogwarts before you know it.” She bats her non-existent eye lashes at her. Her flirting couldn't be anymore obvious its getting desperate at this point.

Draco eyes the bag, slinging it back onto the luggage rack and plops down. I run my hands through his hair looking up at the bag, It's never happened before.

“Hogwarts. What a pathetic excuse for a school. I think I’d pitch myself off the Astronomy Tower if I thought I had to continue on for another two years.” I continue twisting my fingers through his hair. It truly was pathetic it could've been a great school centuries ago.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Pansy asked.

“Let’s just say I don’t think you’ll be seeing Y/N and I, wasting our time in Charms Class next year.” Pansy Glances over at Blaise who just snorts. Looking over at me I just shrug agreeing with what Draco said.

“Are you amused Blaise? We’ll see just who’s laughing in the end.” I chuckled to myself, if things were different maybe he would tell Blaise, I could care less about Pansy and her wondering little hands. I saw how she reached out for Darco when she thought I was asleep.

Blaise shakes his head, smiling as he looks out the window at the darkness of the tunnel. Just then the small bag in the upper rack shifts. Dracos and I look up to it. Draco reached for his wand still looking up to the bag, I have a clue to what or who might be in the rack and I think Draco does as well. I reached for his hand shaking my head ‘no’ now wasn't the time with all these people around.

“Later.” I whispered, not moving my head from his shoulder. If Potter wasn't so obvious he might have heard. The rest of the ride was met in silence as Draco refused to say anything unless it was small talk.

As the Hogwarts express pulled into the station Draco and I stayed behind. Draco pulled down our bags gripping onto the handle.

“Go guys, we'll meet up in a bit. I think I left something in the bathroom.” I shooed Pansy and Blaise away. They know Draco and I are like glue so they didn't expect him to leave me alone. Walking out the train cart Draco lets the blinds down with a spell closing the door in the process.

“Didn’t mummy ever tell you it’s bad manners to eavesdrop, Potter? Petrificus Totalus!” Draco points his wand to the luggage rack. Harry hits the floor with a thump. I moved Harry's Invisibility cloak revealing him paralized to the floor.

“She can't remember she's been dead before he could wipe the drool off his face.” I smirk looking bored at Harry’s shocked expression at my response. Unusually I would just watch ‘helplessly’ as Draco made fun of him but never participated.

Draco brought his foot down onto Harry’s face snapping his nose blood pooling from it. I move the invisibility cloak onto Harry faking a pout.

“Enjoy the ride back to London.” Draco spat.

“Goodbye Harry” I fully covered his face, Draco already at the door with the rest of our bags to the carriages. Walking up you our carriage of course there needed to be an issue

“It's not a cane, you cretin.It’s a walking stick.” Flinched passed a metal detector over the stick in question. If I could I would flash us into hogwart by now but ‘no’ that's gonna raise suspicion.

“And what exactly would you be wanting with a walking stick?” Aren't these muggle lovers supposed to be sensitive?

“It's his Fathers you insensitive bastard.” I sneered leaning on the carriage.

“Was his fathers.” Snape separated himself from the shadows. Draco, eyeing him warily, snatching the stick from Filch.

“Is my father’s. He’s not dead.” He was sent to Alatraz and all of a sudden they don't even mention him in the present no wonder Draco hates it here. Draco carefully wraps the stick in felt, laying it back inside his trunk.

“It’s alright, Mr. Filch. I can vouch for Mr. Malfoy and Mrs. Wayne.” Snape says putting the last of the things into the carriage. Instead of coming in with me Snape and Draco walked besides it while it moved. Turning around Draco caught Harry looking at him. I followed his gaze at Potter with a crooked nose.

“Nice face, Potter.” Draco called out as Potter was no longer in sight.

“My mother told me what you're doing for Draco. She also told me what you know. Are you sure you're willing to leave all of this. Betray the people you call your friends for the dark lord.” I turned my attention to snape. Is it really wise to have someone willing to betray the people he was around for so long.

“These people were never my friends, merely a cover until you godfather came back to make his claim.” I didn't want to question him too much in fear of others hearing but for now it satisfied my curiosity. Good to know someone on the inside was watching. Glancing ast Draco who looked deep in thought I snapped my fingers at him.

“What are you thinking about, ferret?” I chuckled at the name given to him after he was changed to one a year ago. He wasn't too fond of it but I couldn't care.

“You know I hate when you call me that.” he snapped.

“Just answer.” I chuckled.

“Just thinking about father. Do you think that he will get out.” I hadn't even thought about it, both of our fathers were locked up. I hadn't had the time to really think about it. It was the first summer my father, both our fathers were not home when we returned from Hogwarts. We hadn't been able to go on our family trip. Everything changed this summer.

“Draco, you don't trust godfather, trust me. I will do everything I can to get them out I swear.” He smiled up at me. I stepped out of the carriage wanting to walk with him. He pulled me close to him kissing the ring he gave to me during the triwizard games. Hogwarts was in our sights looking up. I let out a breath. Being here again made me realize this yeari will finally be doing something important and worthy rather than having these people suck up to me for my name.

“Are you ready.” Draco asked. Looking back Snape let out a breath looking like he's over this already.

“Born ready.”

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maybeshesnaped · 4 years ago

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Acid trip anon,

First of yes let's have the whole 'let's put you to bed mee maw' attitude is good for the mauruaders stans who don't want to acknowledge accountability but also wishes every morally Grey charecter that is mentally fucked up to do so. (it kind of reminds me of the whole arguement where people go 'get therapy and stop projecting your problems!!!' and this is told to someone who dead ass lives with limited resources and when you ask for more ways to help the person they then pull the arguement of 'you don't deserve help because you were a shitty person' and then again shout 'get therapy' like how tf does that make you a better person???? did you sniff your purity cocaine???? did you get the approval????)

Second, regulus black being seen as a slytherin hero despite him being a hero cuz he pulled a lord of the rings move (elf fucker) will always make me cackle. He's a bit confused but sure he's got the spirit.

I tried explaining to my mom the whole hp plot and when I started introducing jily she straight up eye rolled ( like I said it's a bland trope and not many people find it comforting in real life becuase if someone did that in real life you automatically I personally put them in the list of 'will that turn out to be a shitty marriage and should I be concerned')

Finally, I think the clear distinction between the snape fans and mauruaders stans is that despite both of us having a deatheater in our team one of us straight up can understand why people can be displeased by snapes cruel actions and say :yes! What he did was a shitty thing and if you ask me why he did it or what caused him to act that way since I enjoy this charecter, perhaps I can give some reasoning but that being said I whole heartily agree it was a shitty thing' while the other cannot fathom that you can hold people accountable and still like them (and also that people who like charecters that are not generally accepted or seen as problematic but most importantly will have literally no impact to anyone's life and to anyone who did not read or watch hp deserve death threats and apparently executed anyways ciao)

Another clear distinction is when asked ' what would you do differently if you were snape if you knew this his how he turned out' you can automatically assess whom is whom. Because collectively everyone who enjoys severus snape straight up went : okay so we all agree that Hogwarts was not a safe place for him, despite it claiming to be a welcoming space for all. He grew up isolated, bullied and with limited resources. that straight up makes him vulnerable to be exploited, he had no one to actually help him and was in an environment that was downright miserable. the obvious solution is to clearly GTFO, out of Hogwarts or England go anywhere else choosing to stay in a place that makes you feel unsafe is ridiculous. Give this man a scholarship make him leave and not be relevant to the plot of pain!!!! Basically let's give him less trauma :).

While every mauruaders stan in the block went :I would simply not hate on harry, not be someone's boggart. Yall you are tripping how the fuck did you miss the point. You literally went I don't care if this man had trauma if I were him I'd be normal I'm built different ya you built like a clown first of you straight up complain that this man is not sane or stable despite us telling yall that there most likey is a REASON why he's like that. and when given the choice to do something different on the same charecter that you know wish not to acknowledge (or maybe you did acknowledge) had a difficult life,,, your choice was to make him go through all of that and also be normal. Just say you hate mentally ill people who have unhealthy coping mechanisms because it doesn't fit with your purity mentality / your bad boy good girl rom com where you change the person in one full month ma'am you are not a 2001 make over movie that person still has depression.

"just say you hate mentally ill people who have unhealthy coping mechanisms because it doesn't fit with your purity mentality / your bad boy good girl rom com where you change the person in one full month ma'am you are not a 2001 make over movie that person still has depression."

so true bestie!!!

I've said this before, the reason Snape antis hate him to such a degree, and the reason they simultaneously wouldn't bat an eye if you told them you love Bellatrix, Voldemort, Satan, even Umbridge herself, is that Snape feels real while the others feel cartoonishly evil.

It's exactly because he's both good and bad that they have this need to bash people for liking him. If he was a straight up villain, who had only done bad things, nobody would say anything; irrationally enough, the fact that he also did good things and thus gives us things to love him for, makes people go crazy over said love.

And another thing that you mentioned, snaters being like "I simply wouldn't be Neville's boggart" etc... That argument that Snape overrules even Neville's parents' tormentors in how much he scares Neville...Do people realize that that scene couldn't work with someone else other than Harry having a high stake boggart? The whole point of the scene was to underline Harry's boggart, how would having Neville have Bellatrix as a boggart help? It had to be something trivial like all the others.

Also thank you for the videos you sent me, Rick Astley always helps during mental. break downs 😌

#ask #snapedom

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vaindumbass · 4 years ago

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((Happy birthday @dannikathewomanika! I got the impression you liked pirate aus, so have this:))

Sirius had never been more grateful that the Potters had taken him in. Of course, the time he ran away from Grimmauld and they welcomed him on their ship with open arms might be a strong contender, but it was definitely second-place.

Euphemia and Fleamont Potter’s son and his wife had long since gotten their own ship and crew, and Sirius had tagged along. James and Lily Potter were the best captains one could ask for, really, Sirius thought to himself as he looked around him.

The entire crew of the ‘Marauders’ was gathered, immediately after Sirius had simply told his captains that he had something to tell them.

“Well,” Marlene, their carpenter, said, “what is it?”. She was a tall, pale woman, with a scar across her left cheek. If one were to ask, she’d tell a different story every time, each one more heroic than the last, but the entire crew knew it was because she had managed to somehow fall face-first into a nail.

Sirius stalked into the middle of the room, and swooped all bottles and glasses off the table. He carefully laid his newly-purchased map down, and unfolded it. “This,” Sirius said, pointing at the left corner, “is where Tom Riddle is located.”

Everyone in the room sat up straighter. They had been chasing Tom Riddle, a truly horrid pirate captain, for four years now, without ever even getting the slightest idea where he could be.

“Do you- Are you sure?” Mary asked. Even the hands of their surgeon, which had been steady while stitching them up countless times, fiddled now with her hijab.

Sirius’ voice was strong, and unwavering. “I am.”

James’ eyes met his. “What’s your source?”

“I got a letter while I was gathering our supplies. It’s from Reggie- Regulus.”

Lily extended a hand. Sirius wordlessly handed it over to her.

She whistled between her teeth. “Sirius, this is big.”

“Believe me, I know.”

Remus Lupin stood up. He was only a navigator, yet he had the most scars out of all of them. “How can we trust him? Hasn’t Regulus been with the Death Eaters all this time?”

“I trust Sirius.” Lily said, her voice cold. At that moment she wasn’t their friend, not the Lily who had had rum coming out of her nose when she laughed too hard at something Marlene had said, but she was their captain.

Lupin sat down, his jaw locked.

As everyone started to file out of the door, to their own quarters, Lily stopped next to Sirius. “James and I are trying to get pregnant.”

“Oh.” Sirius said, completely baffled.

“So you better make sure our trust isn’t misplaced. Our child needs his parents and his godparent.”

“Right.” Sirius said, still busy processing the earlier information. “Wait- Godparent? I would be their godfather?”

But Lily was already gone, with a swish of her red hair and a twinkle of her laugh.

Sirius couldn’t help but laugh a little to himself, too. A godfather, him.

~~~

When he emerged on the deck, there was someone already standing there. “Lupin.” Sirius said.

“Sirius.”

Lupin had been a relatively new addition, but good navigators were hard to come by, and he was good. He’d been getting along well with everyone, until now.

“I suppose I should apologize.” Lupin said, looking out wistfully over the ocean. “It’s just-- I quite dislike Tom Riddle, you see.”

Sirius huffed a laugh, walking forward until he was standing next to Lupin, mirroring his position. “Don’t we all?”

Lupin painted quite the pretty picture, his brown curls waving a little in the wind, his face illuminated by the setting sun. Sirius quickly turned his head back to the sea.

“Ah, my hate for him feels a little more... personal. Fenrir Greyback- I assume you’ve heard of him?”

“I have.”

“He attacked me when I was five.”

Sirius turned to look at Remus so fast it was a surprise he didn’t break anything. Sirius had known of Greyback’s underhanded tactics, who hadn’t? Still, that did not make this any less horrible.”

Remus still looked perfectly calm. At Sirius’ surprised stare, he said: “At Riddle’s command, I mean.”

“Yeah. Yeah I got that.”

A silence fell, for a while.

“I’m sorry.” Sirius said.

Remus shrugged. “Wasn’t your fault. It’s a long time ago, anyway.”

Once again, their conversation halted, no matter how much Sirius would love to keep talking to this intriguing man (he had forgiven Remus the moment he tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear. Or maybe when the last bit of sun had hit his face just so. Or maybe-- well, suffice to say, Sirius harboured no ill feelings towards him)

Suddenly, Remus stretched. “Well,” he said, and Sirius only looked because that’s the polite thing to do when someone talks to you, and not at all because of the small sliver of skin that showed, “I’ll make sure we get to Riddle’s ship in time, alright?”

This was accompanied by a hand on Sirius’ shoulder, so he could only nod mutely, and look on as Remus walked away.

~~~

“You know what, Black? You might regret it if you don’t make your move now.”

Sirius looked at Dorcas, their master gunner, who was lounging casually against the mast, her hair falling over her shoulders in tight twists. Then he followed her line of sight to where Remus and Marlene were talking. “Are you talking to me, or to yourself?”

With a quick movement of her shoulders, Dorcas pushed herself back on her feet. “Who says I can’t do both?”

Remus smiled at Marlene’s animated face, his body language relaxed.

“I’ll make you a deal, Meadowes. If we come out of this alive, we confess.”

“Deal. If you die, though, I’ll kill you.”

They shook hands.

The Marauders had a lot of allies, but there was an enormous chance they would be noticed if they went with more than one ship. According to Regulus, there was only one ship anyway, safely anchored for the night.

Sirius would be the first to enter, together with Dorcas. They wanted to keep the element of surprise, Sirius could make his steps so silent they called him Padfoot, Dorcas was their best fighter, it only seemed the most logical decision.

Regulus would be taking guard duty tonight so they should, hopefully, be able to stay hidden for a while.

~~~

“You did get us here in time.” Sirius says, because he still hasn’t managed to silence that little voice in him that’s begging him to say something, anything, to the man in front of him.

“I said I would, didn’t I?” There are bags under Remus’ eyes, and Sirius doesn’t exactly know what a navigator’s job entails but he’s pretty sure you don’t need to run yourself ragged.

“You did, you did. But why not go to sleep now? We only attack during nightfall.”

Sirius has spent a long time cataloguing Remus’ every smile. This one seems to be his typical half-grin, only the complete lack of sleep is making it seem... weirdly genuine. “You drive a hard bargain, Black.”

Sirius grins back unabashedly. “Wouldn’t be a good boatswain otherwise.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” Remus puts up one hand to wave as he walks away. Sirius waves back, even though Remus’ back is turned to him.

That might be why he doesn’t notice Dorcas until she swings an arm around him. “God, you’re so gone for that guy.”

Sirius pushes her back with a smile. “Like you’re one to talk.”

“True, true.” Dorcas sighs, “I’ve fought countless people, but she just- smiles or whatever and I’m defenseless.”

Sirius snorts, “That reminds me, didn’t you tell her the chair she made was, and I quote, “very sittable”?”

“In my defense, it was!”

“At least you’re not constantly complaining about ‘bumpy’ chairs.”

Dorcas looks up at the sky dreamily. “Yeah... Wait, do you think she did it because of that? Because of me?”

“What other reason is there? She must... like you.”

“I can’t wait until today is over so I can know for sure.”

Silently, Sirius agrees.

~~~

Sirius likes being the boatswain, he does. It’s fun haggling with people and then stealing it from under their noses, he likes teasing Peter about the amount of potatoes they need, and he likes being able to, sometimes, get Remus chocolate (out of his own pocket, of course, although he doesn’t tell Remus that).

It still doesn’t compare to this. Feeling as invisible as a shadow in the night simply stills a hunger in Sirius he doesn’t always realize he has. For a moment all worries are forgotten, his mind as clear as the night sky, except for his goal.

His and Dorcas’ boots barely make a sound as they walk over the deck. Regulus greets them with a limp body in his hands.

“Watch duty is always done in pairs,” he explains.

Sirius cringes a little at the intrusion of the silence, but nods.

“Dorcas,” Regulus says, “it would be better if you went first. I need to talk to Sirius.

“Make it quick.”

“What is it?” Sirius hisses.

“Riddle keeps a part of his seven treasures here.”

Sirius’ eyes widen. Riddle’s treasures were each extremely valuable and highly sought-after. “Which one?”

“The medal. It contains the location of the other ones.”

Bringing Riddle to justice, or whatever, meant nothing if he could immediately bail himself out. Besides, having a bit of extra cash was always good. “Fuck. Okay. Lead the way.”

After they had walked for a bit, Sirius couldn’t help but ask: “Why couldn’t Dorcas come with us?”

Regulus shrugged, illuminated in strange shapes by the torch he was holding. “I don’t know her. And I didn’t- I didn’t want to see what they’d do to our parents.”

They walk the rest of the way in silence, until they arrive at the treasure room. Bellatrix is guarding it, because of course she is, his cousin has always been a bit too crazy to be anything but loyal to Riddle.

There are two other guards, but before Sirius knows it Regulus has already said: “I’ll distract them.” and then Regulus is suddenly gone, attacking one of the guards quickly and then running away, two of the guards hot on his heels.

Sirius doesn’t even have the time to stop him. In a reflex, he’d stepped forward, and this is when Bellatrix saw him. Now there’s a sword at his throat. “Long time no see, Siri.”

Sirius moves his knife to the hilt to the sword, and pushes it back in one big movement, immediately after aiming for her heart. “I had so hoped it would be an even longer time.”

Bellatrix eyes glitter maniacally as she deflects his knife. “Tough luck.”

“You know,” Sirius says while trying to hook his foot behind her ankle, “You could just let me in. It would spare both of us a lot of time.”

Bellatrix sidesteps him, and then her sword is suddenly coming awfully close to his stomach. “But where’s the fun in that?”

The sword brushes his shirt as it moves past him, and Sirius fights on in silence.

Until he hears footsteps. He looks up at the same time as Bellatrix does, covered in sweat and with blood on his clothes, and he sees Remus.

Lovely, beautiful, amazing Remus.

“Duck!” Remus shouts, and Sirius does so without a second thought, and then there are two swords above his head.

Lucky for him, Remus’ is the one that strikes true. Bellatrix seems almost surprised at the sword in her arm, which gives Sirius the chance to knock her out.

As soon as she’s fallen to the ground, Sirius clasps Remus’ arms. “You’re here? How did you find me?”

“I-” Remus says, letting his eyes fall shut and his forehead settle against Sirius. “You weren’t where you said you would be.”

“You missed me?” it was meant to be teasing, really, but it came out awfully sincere.

“Of course,” Remus whispers back hoarsely, opening his eyes again.

Sirius looks back at him, and then he kisses him.

It’s messy, and rushed, and absolutely perfect. Remus lips are soft but chapped, and while Riddle’s medal is right behind him, Sirius thinks he already has the greatest treasure the world has to offer in his arms.

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