#blithering mcgonagall

[nought-shall-go-ill]

Foolish Preparations - any info? 🥰🥰🥰

Absolutely! 🧡 This is the working title of my heavily inspired by Jane Austen's Emma's James POV fic. He is a berk and a PhD student and just a witty little bisexual fav.

Here is a little snippet from it, because why not:

"Because...?"

"Because, what?"

"Because you just said because. You didn't finish your sentence, Evans." James pulled a nonchalant hand through his hair. "Your pause, it was so pregnant, I worried I'd have to grab the forceps."

"Do you get off on being such a wise arse?" Lily replied.

"Not these days. Made too much of a mess in the office."

She rolled her eyes. He enjoyed the little tickle in his stomach he got from annoying his fellow officemate.

[blitheringmcgonagall]

Thanks for the tag @missgryffin 🥰🥰🥰!

🍓 how did you get into writing fanfiction?

I think I was on Pinterest looking up other stuff and by chance I came across some marauders posts, specifically Jily. I hadn’t thought about the HP books in years. And suddenly I was way more interested in the story than I had ever been! I started looking for a completed canon marauders fic and got soooo invested in the old classics which inevitably killed me once I figured out they were abandoned… which led me to decide to write my own canon marauders fic because I realised if I couldn’t find the whole shebang I needed to write it myself 🙄😂!

🍇How many fandoms have you written in?

Only HP marauders but I did write one LOTR - marauders cross-over fic (Wolfstar as Éowyn & Faramir) called Ithildin and Silmë which I weirdly like?

🍈 How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

Since the end of 2017, so basically approx 6 years

🍎 Do you read or write more fanfiction?

At the moment more reading than writing as I’m stupidly busy at work. At other times definitely the opposite? Also, when I started writing it was in the context of 2 family members being very sick. Writing was a lifeline that kept me going. I don’t know what I’d have done without it.

🍌 What is one way you've improved as a writer?

That’s a tough one, I mean I hope I have improved? I feel that I have developed my own style of writing as I do it for longer. A weird mix of humour and angst which is hard to describe, but I don’t think my initial writing was like that, plus I didn’t have many cliffhangers at the start, whereas now if I’m writing a multichapter that’s a given 😂

🍑 Do you have any bad habits as a writer?

Not sticking to a routine like you @missgriffin and most people I know?

🍍 What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I was writing a 1930s murder mystery and kept having to look up things like date fingerprints started being used by police, date emergency 999 number introduced, did policemen Iive in the Police Station etc

🍉What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Haha! I love the really OUTRAGED HOW DARE YOU DO THIS!! Or the really excited keysmash, or the really long one quoting my fic back to me. The rare one of someone saying it helped them in some way is really beautiful- and one particularly incredible one on We Can Be Heroes which I have saved on my phone 🥺❤️

🍐What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

None, I suspect? Like I have written MCD which I thought I wouldn’t so that’s probably the most unusual for me!

🥭What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

Something multichapter that I haven’t got any outline for? Because I’m super busy so writing is a rare luxury and if I get time I need to be able to start writing straight away. So I’ve stuck to short fics - one shots or 2 chapter fics for a while now and it’s helping

🍏What is the easiest type?

Hmmm.. I’m so weird, it’s probably angst and fluff/romcom? Which are a seriously unusual combination, but I find them the easiest to write. I enjoy writing bantering oblivious idiots, both in love and brotp-type situations. I also sometimes get a strong urge to write angst and when I do, it’s like I have to get it out into a fic asap and can’t relax till it’s written?

🍑Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

In the box room, in front of the laptop which is actually my husband’s but I’ve nicked it. I only use Srivener for the book I’m trying to write, lol! For fics I use Word which again, thanks Mr Blithering 😉!

🍋What is something you've been too nervous/ intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

Well, I don’t write smut because of my job! But if I ever start writing it, it’s a sign I’ve moved on to better and bigger things lol

🍇What made you choose your username?

I knew I was going to only write marauders HP so it was going to involve a HP name. And I didn’t want it to be linked to the main marauders characters as there are so many of those usernames on ao3. I decided to pick a quote from a HP character I liked and who better than badass Minerva “have a biscuit, Potter” McGonagall? She’s great and I aspire to be her 😂!

Tagging @stonecoldhedwig @siriuslychessi @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world @viwrites @tracingpatternswrites @therealrjlupin @artemisia-black and anyone else who wants to

Thanks for the tag @jamesunderwater! Loved reading your answers!

🍓 how did you get into writing fanfiction?

My first (very bad, very cringe) foray was between releases of OotP, HBP, and DH. Back then I was writing Marauders as well as 7th Year for the Golden Trio and a post-Hogwarts fic called "Friends" in which Harry, Ron, and Hermione lived together in Grimmauld Place 🥲

🍇How many fandoms have you written in?

Just HP!

🍈 How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

I mean, I went through the early childhood fanfic phase that lasted 1-2 years, but then I didn't write again until picking it up in 2020 as an adult. So really, only about 4 years now of writing consistently, and maybe 6 years total in my life.

🍎 Do you read or write more fanfiction?

I also definitely write way more than I read. Mostly this is a product of limited time—writing is a creative outlet for me, and when I have the time for it, that's usually what I reach for.

🍌 What is one way you've improved as a writer?

I think I've improved a lot with descriptions and vocabulary. Like for example, with revising LFTS and ES, there's been so many moments where I find myself just intuitively taking a sentence or small exchange or small paragraph, and expanding it into something that is just a better portrayal of that moment? It's hard to explain, but when I do the side-by-side comparison, it feels more elevated, and I think that's going back to improving on writing descriptions of what's happening that feel more fluid.

🍑 Do you have any bad habits as a writer?

Oof okay not sticking to a solid writing routine resonated with me too, that's definitely something I'm trying to be better at but it's hard!! Also a major bad habit for me is focusing too much on word count and setting unrealistic expectations for what I can accomplish in certain amounts of time. I've had to do a lot of mindset work to adjust to the fact that some of my old methods were unhealthy and unsustainable, and simply aren't realistic with making writing fit into my current, healthier lifestyle. But it's hard! Old habits and mindsets are ingrained and so tempting to default to. Like I've tried using daily word count goals several times, and it's always a trap. One would think I've learned my lesson, ha!

🍍 What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Hmm nothing's really coming to mind as being particularly "weird." I do ping @redrobyn285 and @welsh-green about Britishisms from time to time, and that often sparks funny conversations about cultural differences. Like for example, we recently had a very in-depth conversation about terminology for dorm rooms and different sizes of beds 🤣 But in all seriousness, I learn a lot from them and owe so much of the Evans family lore to their input!

🍉What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

The play-by-play reactions are my absolute fave! It's so gratifying and fun, especially when there's suspense and tension involved in the story and you feel like you're bonding with the commenter through the shared experience of all the emotions happening.

🍐What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

Hmm Castling was pretty fringe, I don't want to spoil it for anyone who hasn't read, but I'm not aware of any other Jily fics dealing with ~that~. But besides that, I don't think anything on my current slate is that fringe tbh. I've mostly been writing Hogwarts Jily lately, and that's pretty vanilla as far as tropes go. But I do have some adult!Jily in my back pocket that have some more fringe tropes for me 👀

🥭What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

Angst. Hands down. I think because I'm an empath, dwelling in dark emotions for a story can be really difficult for me. Probably the angstiest scene I've ever written is the opening scene of Vindicated, and there's a reason that's only like 800 words 😂

🍏What is the easiest type?

Rom-com style fluff and smut! I'm such a sucker for all the classic sexual-tension builders: bantering, jealousy, flirting, a little sprinkle of comedy, pining, awkwardness. It makes me giggle and kick my feet while writing, and it puts me in a happy mood every time I'm writing it, which is probably why I'm addicted to it 😇

🍑Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

Scrivener! I'm at a point now where I've learned enough of its functionality that I truly can't imagine ever going back. It's my fave. I also use Notion religiously for my whole life, and that includes fanfic, but I don't actually write in Notion unless I'm jotting down ideas on my phone or brain-dumping an idea that doesn't have a Scrivener doc yet.

🍋What is something you've been too nervous/ intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

Domestic/Pregnant/Parent Jily. For the simple reason that I haven't experienced being pregnant/having kids yet and I feel like a fish out of water trying to write it because I don't know what I'm talking about 😂

🍇What made you choose your username?

I don't really remember the whole thought process anymore, but I love the musician/DJ Gryffin and was listening to some of his first album a lot in formulating ES, I am very much a Gryffindor, and also wanted something short, sweet, catchy that would be easy for people to remember and spell. And honestly I think missgryffin just popped into my head at some point after that!

I might be late to the game on this one, but tagging @petals2fish @apalapucian @blitheringmcgonagall if you're interested! 🫶

[justtwotired]

heyyy, how are you

I was wondering weather you could do a regulus x female reader with prompt 31. so they're both Slytherins and there's a lot of tension between them because they both like each other but are too scared to admit it and then they get into a stupid argument like over hw or a potions assignment and the reader says shut up and when she kisses regulus, he's shocked but pulls her back for another one.

srry that it's long lol

Hi there! I’m great, thanks for the request, it took a while to reply, I’ve been rather busy, but here you are, I hope you’ll like it.

“Reg, can you just focus on the assignment! We have to get it done because McGonagall will murder us if it’s not done today, we already got an extra week!” She says annoyed and he rolls his eyes.

They where in Reg’s dorm, finishing an assignment they chose to do together.

“We’ve been working for hours. I need a break from this stupid assignment, and from you!” He raised his voice slightly as he got up from his seat, Y/n also stood and followed after him.

“What do you mean a break from me? I’ve done nothing but make this assignment, while you just sat around not doing shit!” She says angrily and a bit hurt.

“You are the transfiguration genius, besides, you didn’t even let me touch a bloody quill! Saying you where writing everything!” He turns around and she narrows her eyes.

“Because it looks better if it’s in only one handwriting you blithering idiot! Not to forget I told you to keep reading the book to me, which you did not do!” She started raising her voice aswell.

Regulus grumbled something and then combed his hand trough his black curls for a moment in a rather stressful manner.

Though she was mad, Y/n couldn’t help but blush as she looked away quickly. Though she composed herself and continued.

“What? You have no excuses anymore? Honestly, Black, you should really learn how to finish a fight if you keep starting one.” She points out and he is at a loss for words for a moment.

“Oh I keep starting fights? It’s all my fault now? Obviously I’m going to start fights when you keep ordering me around, and then I want to stop and you still keep going!” He pointed an accusing finger at her as he took a step forward and she one back.

“Merlins balls, I really regret partnering up with you out of all people.” She grumbled, folding her arms over each other. “Should’ve just chosen Evan.” She mumbled, but he heard and he couldn’t help but grit his teeth and silently curse the blonde boy.

“Oh, of course, Evan would be a much better pick then ‘always starting fights Regulus Black’ maybe he would just rip the work in half in a fit of rage, or curse at you for doing something wrong!” He started another kind of fight and her head snapped towards him.

“Hey! Evan wouldn’t do that! What is wrong with you?” She took multiple steps his way and he stayed rooted in his place.

“Oh? What is wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?! You keep accusing me of all sorts of shit and it’s getting annoying, you know.” He yelled and she huffed.

“I’m accusing you because it’s true! There’s no reason to get mad at me for shit you did because I said it out loud!” She poked a finger in his chest and grabbed her wrist and narrowed his eyes.

“Stop.” He said and her angry frown turned into a confused one. “What?” She asked and he sighed. “I said stop, you’re being rather annoying.” He said and her frown became angry once again.

“Oh, I’m the annoying one? If you had listened to a word a I said the past few minutes, maybe you could realise I’m not the problem here!” She hissed angrily.

“Oh right, right, I remember, I was so annoying you would have rather done this project with Evan.” He pointed out and she rolled her eyes at the fact that’s the only thing he could remember.

Why was he even mad about that, was he jealous or something- holy crackers, he was! No, he is! He’s jealous, she couldn’t help but smirk as she thought it.

This smirk didn’t go unnoticed by Regulus and he squeezed her wrist bit. “Maybe I would’ve been better of doing the project with Marcella.” He snarled and her eyes traveled towards his and he saw the storm raging in them.

If there was someone is Slytherin house Y/n hated, it was Marcella, always one upping people, a huge pick me, and she was always over Regulus, talking to him, hugging him almost sitting on his lap.

She knew he was trying to make her jealous, and for Merlin’s sake, it worked.

“Shut up!” She said angrily and he raised his eyebrows. “What’s wrong?” He said mockingly. “I said shut up!” She repeated and he looked a bit surprised.

He was about to open his mouth but she leaned forward and caught him up in a kiss before he could start his sentence.

When she pulled away, he was surprised and most of all, flustered. “Once again, I said shut up.” She said with narrowed eyes. He blinked for a moment, but then he pulled her towards him and kissed her again.

She leaned into his touch and put her hands behind his neck while he put his own on her waist.

They pulled back and she smirked. “I can’t wait to see Marcella’s face when she finds out about this one.”

[blitheringmcgonagall]

You, YOU, Mia Blithering McGonagall, are one of my favourite people here. You are so wonderful and encouraging and I cherish your friendship ❤️❤️❤️

ASDFHJKLLGG - WAIT, HANG ON, THAT’S ACTUALLY YOU, RORY!!! 🥺😍🥰😘

[therealrjlupin]

3 sentence prompt Jily: “Why is Lily locked in a broom closet with Sirius???”

James looked at Remus with a confused expression - their respective partners had been shut up in a broom closet together for about half an hour, and no-one could get the door open from the outside.

Remus put his head in his hands, sighed, then explained; Sirius had just discovered the Muggle term "coming out of the closet" and had pulled the closest muggleborn he knew into the nearest closet so they could help him make his grand announcement.

The door unlocked, and Sirius jumped out, arms outstretched, his robes charmed into the colours of the rainbow flag (most likely by Lily, who was snorting with laughter behind him) and loudly declared "I'm gay in the wizarding world and the Muggle world now!"

[blitheringmcgonagall]

Your tags!

He only asked her out once in canon. I think Lily probably ends up asking him out cause she’s flirting with him A LOT and he thinks they’re still at the academic rivals (except actually, you blithering idiots, this banter is their way of flirting) stage and is clueless and he’s driving her insane and she tells him -

And probably at an inconvenient moment like:

In the middle of a fight with Mulciber and Co (James gets totally distracted and ends up getting a black eye or a nasty curse or whatever but he doesn’t give a shit cause 😍😍😍?)

Or maybe in front of McGonagall (“it’s his fault I didn’t do well in my arithmancy test, Professor, because Potter was sitting there with his stupid dimple showing, and his stupid crooked smile and his stupid wavy hair and I couldn’t concentrate and -“ “Miss Evans, are you telling me you fancy Mr Potter?” “Er, well, I… I suppose so… fuck!” “Finally! Potter, stop pretending you didn’t hear this, and escort Miss Evans to the school grounds and continue this… conversation out of my sight?”

Or else in front of the whole school (a Quidditch match and he falls of his broom and nearly kills himself and she’s giving out hell telling him “I thought you were going to die, you idiot! And and I’d never have gotten the chance to tell you I’m in love with you and…” and everyone is there thinking “fucking finally”, and Remus puts out his hand and Peter reluctantly hands over ten sickles and Sirius is beaming and punching the air and Mary is in tears of laughter at her)

james potter's crush on lily wasn't public knowledge. or at least he didn't think it was

after doodling lily's initials on his exam, he then crossed it out quickly before leaving the hall

he also tries to pretend he doesn't really care what lily thinks of him after she goes off at him then storms away

[joyseuphoria]

Your icon is so beautiful, did you draw it??? 😍😍😍

I did draw it! Thank you soo much, Mia! 😘😘

[crackhead-potterhead]

Muggle parents

No but like I want to know how do they convince muggle parents that they arent on crack, and this is an actual place called Hogwarts. Like if I had not read the book and fallen in love with a imaginary fantasy world, potentially ruining my real life, by interfering with it, I would be like “WOT?”

Imagine McGonagall (or any other prof tbh) walking up to muggle parents and being like “sorry to interrupt but your child is a magical being who needs to be trained, so I am just gonna take them away for like 3/4 of the year, make you buy these unknown stuff that you can get from this shady ass place that opens through a pub called DIAGON ALLEY, oh and we have no internet, so you have no communication with them other than to write letters using a blithering owl. They are put in lifethreatening competitions, and the spells can be harmful if used improperly! Wanna send your child over?" It sounds like a bucket full of fun. That parent gonna yeet themself off- tbh

[wondernimbus]

veritaserum — draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

request: Hi I want to request a Draco Malfoy x Ravenclaw reader please! a spell gone wrong makes Malfoy can say nothing but the truth throughout the day. Scared but too embarrassed to approach a teacher, he decided to go to y/n instead because she’s the top student of their charms class to help undo the spell but what he didn’t consider is how he would later straight out confess his attraction towards her, going on and on about her hair, her eyes, etc and they just share a heart-to-heart moment

a/n: i did Not proofread this so i apologize in advance if there r any typos!! also i made a v minor change to the req but other than that bon appetit

Someone spiked Draco's morning pumpkin juice.

It would have been really helpful if he'd noticed it before he laughed at Snape's face and called him a greasy git, after which his eyes grew comically wide and and he tried to hurriedly apologize (more out of fear for his parents than Snape)—only for his mouth to tell Snape to "go wash your hair for bloody once".

Veritaserum. Someone put blithering Veritaserum in his drink, and now he can't open his mouth without spitting out several of his deepest, darkest secrets.

"Two points from Slytherin for your uncharacteristic and very offensive behavior, mister Malfoy," Snape had sneered. "I will only tolerate this foolery once. The next time you dare to speak to me like that, I will not hesitate to treat you the same way I would treat any other student."

Draco would have tried to defend himself, but he isn't stupid enough to let another truthful insult slip out by accident, so he'd kept his mouth shut and nodded.

If one were to go into detail, they would tell you about how Draco had tried to ask Madame Pomfrey to help undo the potion's effects only to severely insult the poor old lady's hair, and how he'd also tried to ask McGonagall only to admit the fact that he'd cheated on her transfiguration test two years ago. He has insulted every single person he has tried to talk to so far during the day. He's called Crabbe an illiterate oaf, told a random Gryffindor couple passing by that they look absolutely dreadful together (something that he doesn't really regret blurting out, but he could have lived without letting them know), and admitted to Professor Flitwick that he'd paid someone to do most of his essays.

But if one were to put it simply, they would go like this: Draco is in a dilemma, and he needs help, fast.

Except he has severely offended every single person he has tried to ask for help, and will no doubt do the same for anyone he plans on asking. Draco is desperate. He is halfway through the school day and the effects of the truth serum have yet to wear off. At this rate, he's going to lose all of his friends, as well as lose his teachers' favor.

Draco can't ask a teacher in fear that all of his good grades will slip from his grasp at a single (honest) insult. He can't stick it out for the rest of the day, either, because when he spends too long a time not talking to anyone, it seems that the truth potion grows impatient and starts making him blurt out a bunch of his innermost secrets.

He has already shouted "I peed my pants when I was eight" in the Great Hall; there is no time to waste.

Potions class comes around right after breakfast and brings with it the inevitable need to face Snape again. Uncharacteristically enough, Draco doesn't swagger into the dreary dungeon classroom. Instead, he keeps his head down as he perches himself on his usual seat right—which is, of course, right in front of Snape's desk.

When the last of the students have filed in and Snape closes the dungeon door shut to begin the lesson, he makes sure to fix Draco with a long stare; one that Draco only holds for several seconds before he sniffs and casts his eyes away to look at his desk instead. You'd think that a Potions master would be able to tell when someone was under the influence of a truth potion—but then again Snape might also have known, but was too offended by Draco's jab about his hair.

He looks up sometime along the lesson and catches sight of the light reflecting off of Snape's greasy hair; well, Draco had been telling the truth.

For today's lesson, they're tasked to brew some sort of calming draught. Draco can't entrust Goyle—his partner—to even as much as get the name of the potion right, so Draco shoots the poor boy a familiar scowl and proceeds to do everything on his own. But Draco is no Potions expert, so instead of the faint lilac hue the liquid inside their cauldron is supposed to have turned into, it becomes a violently bubbling pink substance.

"Four slices of the bat spleen, mister Malfoy, not five," Snape drawls, peering down at Draco's cauldron through his hooked nose. "And you have been too heavy-handed on the lavender. Shame. I expected better."

Draco suppresses a sneer. Snape usually never points out his mistakes—that sort of treatment is reserved for other houses. Snape, it seems, took his insult to heart, the greasy-haired bloke.

Feeling severely irked, Draco slumps down in his seat, folds his arms over his chest, and stops trying entirely. He may be acting like a sulky five-year-old but so be it because Draco is not in the mood. He has humiliated his own self far too many times in one day (and been humiliated by Snape approximately ten seconds ago)—he wants this day over, fast, and with any luck, the Veritaserum out of his system by the end of it.

But he can't see how, so Draco does the only thing that he can do to help himself: he keeps his mouth shut.

The annoyance on his face shows as he surveys the dungeon room with a sour glare. Stupid Potter and Weasley are laughing over something at their shared table; why isn't Snape telling them off? Bloody slimeball. How dare he even speak to Draco like that? It's not like Draco lied. He has never seen anyone in such dire need of shampoo as Snape.

Draco shoots the back of his head a nasty glare from where he's standing all the way on the other side of the room, looming over a table of two Ravenclaws. One of them looks bored and the other seemingly immersed in potion-making; her movements are quick and precise as she pours one ingredient after the other into their cauldron with the same kind of effort Draco would put into making his afternoon tea—like what she's doing is an absolute piece of cake.

"Sit up, mister Corner," says Snape curtly, voice echoing throughout the dungeon and ceasing all chatter as he fixes the bored-looking Ravenclaw with a stony gaze. Draco recognizes him now—Michael Corner, some annoying half-blood he shares a few classes with. As for the girl beside him.. Draco tries to angle his head to see her properly, but her head is bowed over her cauldron and her hair blocks her face from view. "If you think you'll be getting the same outstanding grade as miss [Y/L/N] without even as much as lifting your pinky finger, then I assure you, you are terribly mistaken. I do not tolerate free riders."

[Y/N]. Draco knows her. Some Ravenclaw he has several classes with but has never spoken to—the one with the pretty eyes, Draco vaguely recalls himself thinking at one point, back when he'd first laid eyes on her. And truth be told her eyes are pretty; a lovely shade of [Y/E/C] that Draco has only seen up close once or twice.

But that is hardly the topic of concern, because if Draco turns his head just the right way and sits up a little straighter, he can see that the liquid inside of her cauldron has turned a glossy shade of faint lilac, which, according to the instructions written on the board, is what is exactly supposed to happen. [Y/N] finishes faster than anyone else, even Hermione Granger, and Draco sees Snape give her an appraising nod before moving on to criticize some other innocent student.

So it seems Snape isn't the only Potions expert in the room.

He perks up a little in his seat and fixes the Ravenclaw girl—[Y/N]—with a discreet stare out of the corner of his eye. [Y/N] sits down properly in her seat so that Draco gets a good view of her face (not a bad-looking one, an annoying little voice says inside his head). She hasn't even broken out in a sweat—it seems that potion-making isn't as difficult for her as it is for other people. Draco pictures the truth serum in his veins quivering in fear (although physically impossible) because he is pretty certain he's found the answer to his dilemma.

The rest of the class passes by annoyingly slow—or at least for Draco—because it seems like ages until Snape finally dismisses them for lunchtime. Draco just about jumps right out of his seat and strides straight towards [Y/N], who is currently in the process of stuffing her books inside her bag.

Draco clears his throat.

She turns around, and he's suddenly reminded of why he'd dubbed her as "the one with the pretty eyes", because she truly does live up to the name. Her eyes are strikingly [Y/E/C]; even the whites of her eyes look like they're tinted with gold. He finds himself incapable of speech for a brief moment, but then she raises her eyebrows and offers him a grimace of a smile, and Draco is back to himself again.

He opens his mouth to say "brew me something that'll stop me from blurting out the truth every bloody second" but instead what comes out is: "I've never spoken to you before but that's mostly because I have an irrational fear that I haven't quite admitted to myself yet which is that I'm scared of talking to pretty girls in fear that they'll reject me and my pride will be in tatters."

There's a split-second in which Draco stands there, his own words not having sunken into him yet, and then his face slacks.

[Y/N] stares at him, evidently baffled. And then she opens her mouth, eyebrows furrowed in apparent bewilderment, and says, "Um," she swallows, forcing out an awkward laugh as she takes a step back. "Wow. Okay. Thank you..?"

If Draco had been thinking straight—if he hadn't been so flustered and if he wasn't rushing to take back his words—he would have probably paused, realized that talking would have made the situation worse, and left. But Draco is flustered and he isn't thinking straight, so instead he opens his mouth to take his words back only for the following words to leave his mouth in a rapid burst: "Your eyes are a really lovely shade of [Y/E/C] and you have a beautiful smile and I've never heard you laugh before but I bet my inheritance that it's one of the loveliest sounds to ever exist."

[Y/N] looks flabbergasted more than ever. She doesn’t even look flustered—just utterly confused. For a few seconds, all she does is stare at him, frowning.

And then, looking as though she wants to thank him but not entirely sure it would be appropriate, her gaze darts away from his momentarily before she purses her lips. Excruciatingly slowly, she repeats, “Your.. inheritance.”

Draco grits his teeth.

Apparently there are several truths that the Veritaserum in his system thinks appropriate to reveal to [Y/N]—truths that even he hadn't been fully aware of. He opens his mouth, thinks better of it, and closes it again. At that moment he catches sight of the quill and parchment in her hands that [Y/N] had been in the process of stuffing into her bag; hurriedly, he grabs it from her (much to a surprised [Y/N]) and begins to write down the following words (seriously, why hadn't he thought of this before?): accidentally drank truth potion, brew me a remedy.

He practically shoves the parchment into her hands. Still looking wildly confused, she takes it from him with the cautiousness of someone being handed a firecracker. Her eyes dance across the words on the paper for no more than two seconds before she looks back up at him; realization slowly floods her face and her eyebrows rise even higher as she mouths, mostly to herself, "Truth potion."

Draco nods, eyes darting around the classroom. most of the class has already left. Snape is at his desk, fixing the two of them with a frosty stare. When Draco meets his gaze, Snape flicks his eyebrows up at him and asks, in that same drawling voice Draco despises today, "I was under the impression that lunch time meant all students had to be at the Great Hall."

Draco's brain doesn't operate well when he's annoyed—that's something he's realized today. Against his better judgment, he opens his mouth to sneer a retort without even pausing to think about the fact that he might blurt out some other offensive truth, but [Y/N] cuts him off and says, "I'm sorry, professor, but Malfoy's asked me to help him with homework and I thought it'd be nice to help him." She stuffs the piece of parchment into her robe and side-steps Draco so that he's not blocking her from Snape's view. "Would it be okay if we stayed here for lunchtime?"

Snape's lip curls in apparent amusement. Staring at Draco, he drawls, "That’s quite convenient. I had been thinking of assigning mister Malfoy a tutor; it seems he's been having trouble holding his tongue—alas," his mouth twists into a sneer, "I meant potion-making. Forgive me."

And then he heads to the dungeon door, leaving Draco behind to stare at his greasy head on his way out.

[Y/N] purses her lips, cheek twitching with the threat of a smirk. "I’m guessing you've offended him somehow? Veritaserum and all?"

Draco opens his mouth again—really, remembering to keep it shut is easier said than done—and instead of the reply he'd been intending on saying, what slips past his lips is: "Has anyone told you you're one of the prettiest—"

"Okay!" [Y/N] 's eyes widen and she rushes to clamp her hand over Draco’s mouth, looking actually flustered now. "Okay—stop. Just.." Slowly, she pries her hand away from his lips, movements cautious, and Draco stares at her, body completely rigid as he registers the fact that they're a mere few inches away from each other and she'd just put her hand over his bloody lips. And this is the first time they've ever spoken to each other.

"I’ll brew you the remedy," she says, grimacing. There seems to be a hint of a faint pink blush spreading across her cheeks, but that could just be because the dungeon lighting is poor. She turns on her heel and makes her way to the ingredients cabinet all the way on the other side of the room, calling over her shoulder to Draco, "Just sit tight there—and keep it zipped before you say anything you don't mean."

The last part she says in a quieter tone, but Draco catches her words anyway and he finds himself thinking that maybe he did mean them.

Because [Y/N] is pretty—prettier than most. She’s not breathtakingly beautiful, but there's something about her that seems to have always drawn Draco, though he might not have ever thought much of it. Maybe it's why he always finds himself staring at her whenever they come across each other in the hallway. Maybe it's why he'd thought of asking her to the Yule Ball last year, but chickened out at the last moment.

He leans on the desk, arms folded across his chest whilst watching [Y/N] rummage through the ingredients cupboard. A moment later she turns around bearing an armful of different potion vials.

Draco means to ask her if she needs help carrying them (because yes, he may regularly be a prick but he has common courtesy). Instead, the Veritaserum still inside his bloodstream urges him to say, "I wish I’d asked you to the Yule Ball last year instead of Pansy."

He freezes.

At that moment, Draco swears to himself that he will inflict pain onto whoever poured Veritaserum into his pumpkin juice. He will have his revenge—no matter what it takes—and although he hasn't quite figured out how exactly he'll be doing it, all Draco knows is that he will.

He can't bring himself to look at [Y/N] any longer, so he plays it off by picking up a book on the desk he's leaning on and rifling through it. It only takes him a moment to realize that it's [Y/N]'s; her name is written across the bottom of the cover. Almost every page Draco flips through has tiny scribbles written in-between the lines—countless of notes, it seems, but so many of them that the actual text is almost indiscernible. Draco almost snorts. [Y/N] seems to be the quintessential Ravenclaw, if he has ever seen one.

She sets down the potions onto the desk, Draco still flipping through the pages. "I’d ask you how you accidentally drank Veritaserum," she says casually, "But I don't want you fawning over me even more than you already have."

Draco glances at her out of the corner of his eye. She’s in the process of uncorking two of the vials, both of which she pours into the now steaming cauldron. Whatever, he thinks to himself, rolling his eyes in an effort to convince himself that he's not embarrassed (even though he totally is: he's bloody blushing).

But then again, whatever. He’s totally not flustered. Totally.

Draco reaches the final few pages of [Y/N]'s Potions textbook without having even registered most of the ones he'd flipped through. The last two pages, like every other book, are completely blank save for the—

Draco's eyebrows furrow. There are drawings of all sorts on the back pages of her textbook, from cauldrons and brass scales to places in the castle that Draco recognizes.

But what has him most intrigued is the faces, all drawn so vividly and with so much detail they look as though they had been brought to life on paper. Draco sees Snape’s deprecating sneer and Michael Corner’s familiar face of boredom, sees Hermione Granger with her brows knitted together at the middle as she leans over her cauldron, Ron and Harry with their heads bowed over a piece of parchment—and then he sees himself, arms crossed over his chest as he fixes something with a stony gaze. But the more Draco’s eyes explore the pages, the more of himself he sees. There’s him slicing what looks like a dragon heart, scowling at someone that looks like Goyle, and another one of him smirking—

And then the book is snatched from his grasp by none other than [Y/N] who looks wildly panicky. "You—I—" she blubbers, gaping at him for a moment before whipping around, turning her back on him as she stuffs the book into her backpack. "How much did you see?"

Slowly, a grin breaks out on Draco’s face. "Enough," he says—and apparently it's the truth, because it's what he actually meant to say. A little surprised, he tries his luck again and means to say so you draw? But instead what leaves his lips is something so excruciatingly blunt and embarrassing part of him wants to dive under the table and hide there for the rest of his life: "I’m assuming because you've drawn me more than anyone else that you find me attractive so I’m going to go ahead and thank you for that, but unfortunately you're a half-blood so I might have to get my parents' permission before I think of asking you out."

A moment of silence, only interrupted by the sound of the antidote bubbling. Draco has to physically suppress himself from diving straight into the cauldron and never coming back out.

[Y/N] scoffs a little, uselessly fanning her face with her hand like doing so will somehow rid her of the blush on her cheeks. Draco grits his teeth and fixes his gaze on the stone floor, refusing to meet her gaze.

She clears her throat in an attempt to quell the sudden burst of suffocating awkwardness now resting between the two of them. Not quite looking at him, she peers into her cauldron and mutters, "I just like to draw all sorts of things. People, as you've seen," she adds, pressing her lips together abashedly. Draco watches her out out of the corner of his eye, lips twitching. "And I don't find you attractive. You just have.. a nice face. For drawing, I mean. It comes out nice on paper."

Draco’s eyebrows flick up of their own accord. He has a nice face. Are those butterflies he feels in his stomach, or is it just the Veritaserum?

It takes no more than a minute or two of silent awkwardness before the antidote is finally finished brewing and [Y/N] pours it into a small vial, which she hands to Draco.

Draco eyes it skeptically, holding the vial up to the light and swirling it around a little. It definitely doesn't look pleasant; a stark contrast to the clear hue of Veritaserum, the antidote is a murky brown in color and vaguely reminds Draco of mud and manure.

You expect me to drink this? Draco means to ask, but instead says, "You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen."

And just like that, Draco, exasperated and embarrassed out of his mind, uncorks the vial and takes a large swig.

The feeling of the liquid sloshing down his throat is an unpleasant one; he coughs a little, face scrunching up with disgust as he swallows down the last of the antidote. But not long after the vial is emptied, a tingly feeling spreads from his fingertips to his entire body and has him feeling weightless for a few moments before it fades and Draco feels normal again.

He sets the vial down on the table, rubbing his throat. When he looks up, he sees [Y/N] already cleaning up, throwing away the empty glass vials and emptying the cauldron with a single flick of her wand.  She’s taking all of her things and shoving them into her bag, and Draco watches as she slings it over her shoulder and makes for the door—

“You’re leaving?” says Draco without really thinking about it. “Already?”

She stops in her tracks and turns around, already a few feet away from him. Eyebrows raised, lips twitching up at the side just the slightest bit, she shrugs. “Well, yes,” she purses her lips. “Was there something else you wanted me to brew?”

Draco’s hand comes up to scratch the back of his neck. “No,” he says hastily. But he hadn’t been expecting her to leave so soon—not after his, ah, countless confessions.

What had he been expecting, though?

“Well, I’ll be going now,” [Y/N] says slowly, a little awkwardly, gesturing to the door. Draco watches her as she takes a backwards step away from him—but he knows a chance when he sees one, so he blurts out, “D’you wanna go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”

Her eyebrows rise even higher as a genuine look of surprise floods her features. Draco doesn’t know what the bloody hell he’s onto, but whether or not he regrets it is entirely up to [Y/N]’s answer.

She lets out a breathless laugh, looking dubious. “You’re being serious?”

Draco stares at her for a little while—Merlin, she really does have pretty eyes—and then he shrugs a casual shoulder, nodding.

She narrows her eyes at him suspiciously, but there's still that hint of a faint smile resting on her lips. Draco finds himself wishing he’d see her do it more often—in front of him, and not halfway across the classroom. She feigns a look of contemplation, tilting her head at him, now full-on smiling in a manner Draco thinks might be playful. (Alright, those are definitely butterflies in his stomach.) "And what d'you have to offer?" she asks him, eyebrows raised.

It’s Draco’s turn to narrow his eyes at her, unable to suppress the tiny smile that slides across his face. He pauses to think about his answer first, all the while holding her impish gaze, before finally shrugging and saying, "My company. And not everyone gets to enjoy that," he adds as an afterthought, and it's true—Draco is very picky with who he graces with his presence.

But then [Y/N] replies, "Well, not everyone gets to enjoy mine, either," and her tone is almost challenging. Draco, for some reason, finds himself on tenterhooks. Something about her is drawing him in; he can't quite decide whether it's her coyness or her eyes. Likely both.

Severely amused, he leans on the desk and inclines his head a little towards her. "So would you do me the honor of blessing me with your company this weekend?”

There’s a beat of silence—this time not at all awkward—as they stare at each other, a sort of tension between them that Draco finds himself enjoying. And it's a blessing that she breaks it because if it had stretched on for any longer Draco would have lost himself in her eyes completely; “Alright. Sure. No harm to it,” says [Y/N] with a light laugh, nodding.

Draco’s lips break out into a grin and he nods, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. "Maybe you can tell me more about your drawings. Well,” he pauses, brows raised teasingly. "Drawings of me, to be specific."

She lets out a scoff, rolling her eyes, but she's laughing. "Okay—and maybe you can tell me about how much you love my eyes."

Draco’s face falls. [Y/N] grins, beginning to walk towards the dungeon doors. "I’ll see you around," she sings, and her back is turned but Draco can hear the smile in her voice. Just before she disappears into the corridor, she pauses at the doorway and looks back at Draco, and her eyes are positively sparkling. "Try not to get lost in my eyes too much. Wouldn’t want you tripping over yourself."

With one last playful grin, she leaves the Potions classroom.

And while, just a few minutes ago, Draco had been prepared to get revenge on whoever put Veritaserum in his pumpkin juice, now he feels like thanking them.

[therealrjlupin]

Remus is grumpy because he’s run out of proper tea...

Sirius heard smashes coming from the kitchen, and groaned as he pulled himself out of bed and went to see what had put Remus in such a foul mood.

The kitchen was a mess, cupboards flung open and a furious Remus standing in the middle, scowling at Sirius, who tried to look at the front page of the Daily Prophet to see what news had caused this.

"You," Remus growled, while pointing at Sirius, who shrank back, "I told you we had run out of tea, and you thought it was a good idea to come back with TETLEY?!?!"

[joyseuphoria]

When you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (positivity is cool)✨💝 (if you have already received this then TOUGH. give me one more baby you're doing so well x)

Heyyyy! Took a while to get to this, but here it is!

1. My short hair

2. My ear piercing

3. My fashion sense

4. My nails

5. My smile

Took me a while to figure all these out, lol

[ajax1230]

Okay so before I read the HP books, I watched the last movie. When Filch comes running into the great hall like "STudents! Out of bEd!" And McGonagall is like "There's supposed to be you blithering idiot!" Right after that, he goes "Sorry Ma'am." HOWEVER I am American and I heard "SOrry MOM" And I remember thinking omfUCKINGGOD! How OLD IS MCGONAGALL ?!

-fucking PLOTtwist

[sapphirelass]

We’ll make it feel like Home - Sirius Black x Sister!Reader

Hi! :)

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Please note:

1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)

2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)

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You probably already knew this, but still XD

(Y/N) - Your name

(Y/N/N) - Your nickname

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Info: The reader is a Gryffindor in this one. I tried to work my way around it, but this turned out to be the best solution in the end. I’m a proud Ravenclaw myself, so I understand the possible frustration, but… just roll with it, okay? ;)

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Word count: ≈ 2100

Paring: Sirius x Sister!Reader (Post Azkaban/June 1994)

Warnings: Angst, Slight swearing (expressions stolen from McGonagall and Merlin, so they’re not that bad XD)

Enjoy!

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*Knock*

*Knock*

*Knock*

The wind was howling and the rain poured down as (Y/N) Black groaned and shifted slowly. She was asleep, which wasn’t exactly weird as it was around 2 A.M., however the blithering idiot pounding on her front door was clearly wide awake. She took notice of the annoying sound and stirred slightly, but was, in her sleepy state, unable to figure out the cause.

She didn’t really want to wake up either, as she had experienced multiple pleasant dreams over the course of the night, and was in the middle of yet another one now. There was something rather extraordinary about these dreams though… See, usually when we’re dreaming we mix real impressions and encounters with fantasies, and the final product turns out as some kind of obscure, magical concoction of the two. However, the current dreams of this 34 year old witch were 100% real. They were not fantasies?!

They were memories!

Her childhood hadn’t been all sunshine and rainbows, far from it actually, but tonight there was no trace of the usual nightmares filled with torture, battles and threats of disownment. The Black family had never been… you know… immensely loving, and being sorted into Gryffindor with her older twin brother hadn’t exactly worked in their favour. But tonight’s dreams didn’t even involve the people she had once thought of as her mother or father.

They were about her brother - Sirius

First, she was eleven, sitting next to her brother on the Hogwarts express. They shared a carriage with three other people: Two boys, one with unruly dark hair and glasses, the other with longer black hair and mismatched clothes, as well as a girl with long, auburn hair and green eyes. Sirius immediately hit it off with James, and (Y/N) found a good friend in Lily. Severus… Well, he too was a friend of Lily’s, but he and (Y/N) never really saw eye to eye, his hatred for her brother standing in the way of any possible friendship.

Second, she was twelve, reading in the common room with her legs resting on her brother’s lap. He was deep in conversation with James, probably working on some unnecessarily elaborate prank. They were discussing rather loudly, causing (Y/N) and another one of their friends, Remus Lupin, to share a look of annoyance. The boy suddenly smirked, nodding first towards a goblet of water standing on the table, and then to the noisy troublemakers. Understanding his plan, (Y/N) grabbed her wand slowly and quietly muttered Wingardium Leviosa. The cup rose a few inches, moved about two feet to the right, and fell straight down on Sirius and James’ heads.  

James and Sirius simultaneously let out an earsplitting,"(Y/N)!!!”, while she and Remus practically died of laughter. The older brother jumped from the sofa, pinned his sister to the floor and smirked, his long dark hair covering parts of his face.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have done that”

Fun fact: The younger Black was extremely ticklish, something Sirius would constantly remind her of, and needless to say - that time was no exception! Neither (Y/N) nor Remus got any more reading done that night, but it was a fun memory nonetheless.

Third, she was thirteen, studying in the library with her brother. Yes, the Sirius Black was in the library!? She was quite sure he had sworn he’d never go in there, however the process of becoming animagi had turned out to be more complicated than they had anticipated.

“Mandrake leaves, silver dew, electrical storms… Sirius, this won’t be easy… or safe… or legal…”

“I know. You don’t need to do it if you don’t want to. You know that, right?”

“Of course I’m doing it… I’m just saying, now that we have the instructions, we better figure out how to follow them. Mandrake leaves are easy, but ‘dew from a place that neither sunlight nor human feet have touched’...?”

“Forbidden forest?”

“I suppose…”

“C’mon (Y/N/N), ‘tis getting late, let’s go back up”

Forth, she was fifteen, and the group of friends finally transformed together for the first time. Never again would Remus have to go through a full moon alone. All their hard work had finally paid off!

Fifth, she was seventeen, everything was great.

Sixth, she was twenty one,  everything was good.

Seventh, she was almost twenty two, everything was gone.

She had lost three best friends and a brother in a night. Suddenly it was all over, everything they had fought for. IN ONE SINGLE NIGHT.

Sure, Remus was still there, but it wasn’t like before. They had only met once this past year, in August before he went to Hogwarts to teach. At first, she thought he just wanted to catch up, however she quickly realized that there was something in particular he wanted to discuss: The news of Sirius’ escape from Azkaban.

(Y/N) didn’t think her brother was capable of doing such terrible things 12 years ago, and she was, to this day, convinced of his innocence. Remus on the other hand… Let’s just say that he wasn’t as sure. And she understood. There was loads of evidence, and it all seemed to point to the same thing.

This minor disagreement was the reason the former best friends had drifted apart over the years, however Remus had still thought it his responsibility to warn her?! That was at least why he had come to visit that rainy Tuesday afternoon last summer.

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“(Y/N), I’m serious this time! You have to be careful!!”

“He’s my BROTHER?!”

“We don’t know if that’s still the case! Azkaban changes people!”

“You don’t think I know that??! You think I haven’t worried about that every single day for the past twelve years?! Constantly wishing there was something - anything - I could do to get him back? I know that he’ll have changed, but that doesn’t mean I am going to throw in the cloak and just give up!? Not if I can help...”

“Come on (Y/N/N), you’re smart. Try to understand, please!”

“Understand what, exactly!?”

He glanced at her, looking sad and tired at the same time.

“You can’t deny it forever. I don’t understand why, or how either, and I don’t like it but the fact remains: James, Lily and Peter are dead, and we both know why.”

After a moment of uncomfortable silence she spoke up:

“I think it’s time for you to leave, Rem. The fact that you still care about me is flattering, but we clearly disagree on a fundamental level here, and I really don’t know what else I can say. I don’t want to fight you on this so please… just go.”

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Those memories, however, did not bring about enjoyable dreams. The nightmares were back, and though no one could hear, (Y/N) whimpered slightly and curled into a tight ball.

No longer reliving a stupid argument with her best friend, but instead the worst moment of her life. For the umpteenth time she could see those vicious ministry officials brutally dragging the one person she’d always loved, believed in and trusted, away.

“NO!”

(Y/N) woke up with a scream, hyperventilating and shaking violently. She tried to calm down, but no longer felt sleepy at all. As a matter of fact, she felt far more alert than she had in a long time, and a chill went down her spine once she finally realized why: Someone was outside her front door!

The knocking was at this point quite frantic, and every now and then she heard a rasping sound, like claws on wood. (Y/N) was terrified! Because despite being a Gryffindor, she wasn’t too careless. And she definitely wasn’t expecting a visitor, having intentionally moved to an isolated cabin in the highlands.

There were two possibilities:

One: It was Remus. This was the most probable answer, as he was the only one who knew where she lived. That wouldn’t be too bad, but she wasn’t sure if she actually wanted to speak with him right now.

Or two: It was someone else. Presumably someone with unfriendly intentions who she most definitely did not want to talk to.

There were, however not too many available options, the persistent clotpole outside clearly not intending to leave. She took a deep breath, and with her wand clutched tightly in her hand, the witch slowly moved closer to the door. She opened it carefully and stared out in the dark.

Then their eyes met.

For the first time in 12 years.

Sirius

Without a second thought (she was a Gryffindor after all) she launched herself into his arms, causing them both to go tumbling into the mud surrounding the cabin. She wasn’t bothered by it, and with her older brother already covered in dirt from head to toe, it wasn’t really a concern. Not then anyway.

“You. Proper. Ass. Sirius Black! You trying to scare the livin’ daylight out of me!?”

He rested his head gently on her shoulder, seemingly relaxing when he received a tight hug instead of a door shut in his face.

“That was indeed what I was going for” ;)

(Y/N) shook her head, grabbed a handful of mud and threw it at him playfully. This caused an oh-so-familiar smirk to appear on his face as he mumbled a few well chosen words.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have done that”

Before fully realizing what he had said, Sirius had rolled over, pinned her down and was looking at her from behind a curtain of greasy, dark hair. He then flashed a kind smile and pulled his younger sister off the ground, suddenly noticing her tear-stained face. He reached out a scrawny hand and pushed some hair behind her ear before worriedly asking, “Hey, you okay? Why are you crying, love?”

“Why am I…? Wha…. Holy Merlin, Sirius what do you expect me to do? You go get yourself locked up in Azkaban for essentially murdering our best friends, and then you show up here, in the middle of nowhere, 12 years later asking if I’m okay?”

“Well, when you put it like that… Listen, (Y/N), you…”, he grabbed her shoulders gently, “you don’t think I… you know?”

“Of course not, you should know me better than that.”

He looked relieved.

“You have no idea how much that means to me. I mean, I hoped you’d say that but… you never know I guess… “

“Well, now you do.” She hugged him again. “I will need a bit more of an explanation though. C’mon Pads, let’s go inside. You’re freezing, and you need a bath.”

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“How are you feeling, Sirius? Really?”

The siblings lay resting in front of the large fifteenth-century fireplace, watching the gorgeously bright flames light up the room. Sirius had spent about three hours trying to bring his sister up to speed on everything that had happened.

“I’m actually good. Especially now knowing for sure that my sister doesn’t think I’m a mass murderer.”

She was quiet for a while, looking deep into his grey eyes as if they held all the answers she was looking for.

“How?”

“How what?”

“How are you okay? I spoke to Remus a few months ago and he’s warned me over and over for the past twelve years. Constantly reminding me that, should we ever meet again, there’d be practically no chance of you still being… well, you?”

She was shaking again, and spoke barely above a whisper, but Sirius put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a warm embrace. He was about to speak up, but she quietly continued.

“I mean everyone knows that people go insane, even after a few weeks in that place. Don’t get me wrong, having you back is the best thing I could ever hope for and I don’t doubt your capabilities in the slightest, but Sirius how did you stay sane?”

“I honestly don’t know”, he answered truthfully, “I have some theories, but I’m not sure whether they’re very likely…Right now I’m actually perfectly content just knowing that I did.”

She nodded, effectively letting him know that she understood.

“So, what now?”

“I can’t stay here, it’s too dangerous… I guess I’ll just go home, wherever that is.” He winced slightly. “Look, (Y/N/N), I understand if you’re happy here, I just... don’t want to be alone... not anymore.”

She hugged him even tighter.

“Don’t worry Pads, let’s find a safe place together. Then you’ll never feel like you’re alone. We’ll make it feel like home”

~ L

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[velvetthunder1999]

All the time on Earth

Part 33 - One Last Kiss

Summary: The Battle of Hogwarts

Warnings: PAIN. (I cried writing this, so brace yourselves. I’m not kidding)

Word count: 4.6K

George Weasley x Reader

Masterlist

It all happened so fast.

April had been the time of your life - if you can say that during a war - and it could not even be compared to the previous eight months that you had spent at Shell Cottage. You had celebrated the twins’ birthday, then Lupin had come to announce the news about his newborn son. The whole month had been as though there was no war outside; you had lived in your own bubble, accompanied by George and the Weasleys and you could not had been happier.

It all happened so fast.

May had arrived, and with it the radio was shouting the news about Harry Potter who had broken into Gringotts with two of his accomplices, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Mrs Weasley had been so nervous she broke two plates during cooking; Mr Weasley had been carefully listening to the radio the whole day, waiting for any information that would reassure him that his son was all right.

Then the news came. New weather report: Lightning has struck.

It was almost as if you had been waiting for this for years now, and it was finally happening. All the Weasleys got ready, apparated to Aberforth’s place, met up with Lupin, Tonks, Kingsley and the rest of the Order. After you made your way through the tunnel and reached the Room, there was no turning back.

It all happened so fast.

And now you were marching down the stairs towards the Great Hall, and your heart was aching by the sight of the familiar corridors and hallways. You remembered those times, those lovely, peaceful times when you had been a student and you had had nothing to worry about but your exams. Those beautiful afternoons by the lake, those calm nights in the common room. And then here you were, wand in hand, ready to fight for your friends, for your loved ones, but most importantly for yourself. Because you knew that this was it.

Yes, it happened so fast.

But you had been waiting for a long time.

“Are you okay?” asked George hastily as you made your last turn down the staircase, following Kingsley.

“I’m ready,” you said and you knew he understood.

You reached the Entrance Hall and Kingsley turned to you. His low voice resonated through the room.

“I put all my faith in the best thing. You.”

Then he pushed open the huge wooden doors.

You followed him inside, taking in the scene, Harry shouting in the middle, Snape staring at him from across the hall. All around them the whole school was watching.

“How dare you stand where he stood? Tell them how it happened that night! Tell them how you looked him in the eye, a man who trusted you, and killed him! Tell them!”

Snape drew his wand, but McGonagall immediately stepped in, pushing Harry aside. You felt a hand on your arm, pulling you further away from the duelling pair. Then McGonagall won; Snape gave up and flee through the window.

“Coward!” her voice was muffled by the loud cheers of students. “Coward!”

Then a sharp pain, worse than you had ever had struck through your head and you stumbled.

“Y/N!” Fred got ahold of you, helping you stay standing. “Are you…”

Someone screamed but it felt like it was coming from inside your head. You couldn’t bare it, you wanted it to stop, you couldn’t breathe… Then an ice-cold voice spoke, a voice that you had never heard before but it made you feel more afraid, more desperate than anything in this world.

“I know that many of you will want to fight… Some of you may even think that to fight is wise… But this is folly… Give me Harry Potter… Do this and none shall be harmed. Give me Harry Potter and I shall leave Hogwarts untouched. Give me Harry Potter and you will be rewarded. You have one hour.”

Your hand was shaking as you brushed your hair out of your face. What were you doing? What were you doing?! Your eyes met with George’s and suddenly you were not ready… Suddenly you didn’t want this… You wanted to go back to safety, back to Muriel’s and stay there for the rest of your life.

“What are you waiting for?” Pansy Parkinson’s voice dragged you back to reality. She was pointing at Harry. “Someone grab him!”

Somehow anger took over your fear and your mouth dropped, outraged. You were not the only one; within seconds thirty or so people joined Harry, shielding him from Slytherins.

“Students out of bed!” Filch’s voice made you jump. “Students out of bed!”

“They are supposed to be out of bed you blithering idiot!” snarled McGonagall. “And Mr Filch, I would like you, please, to lead Miss Parkinson and the rest of Slytherin House from the hall. The dungeons would do.”

Cheers erupted as Filch started to lead the students. Kingsley hurried towards, giving out orders and requesting people to take positions.

“… need somebody to organise defence of the entrances of the passageways into the school.”

“Sounds like a job for us,” said Fred at once and you agreed. Kingsley approved and waved you away.

“Good. Hurry up, you heard him. We don’t have much time till midnight.”

You turned away, heading for the marble staircase in the Entrance Hall. Around you people were running up and down, pushing each other, calling for lost friends and siblings.

“I’ll take the tunnel that leads to Honeydukes,” called Fred, shouting over the huddling students.

“All right,” said George, stopping at the bottom of the stairs. “Take a few people with you. I”ll take the one on the sixth floor, you know behind that ugly statue that looks like…”

“Snape, yeah, by the size of his nose,” grinned Fred. George chuckled, then his face darkened and he turned to you in realization.

“Stay with me.”

Your eyes fell on his missing ear, and you remembered how you felt that night, thinking the unthinkable, fearing the impossible… Yes, you wanted to follow him, you wanted to go where he was going, you wanted to make sure that he was all right, because… because you were scared, more scared than ever before, and you couldn’t bare even the thought of loosing him…

“No,” you said finally, going against your heart’s desire. “No, I’ll go up to the fifth. I always used that one when I wanted to get down to Hogsmeade.”

“No, Y/N,” George started. You cut him off, hoping that your voice was more stern than how you actually felt.

“We need to cover a lot of ground,” you said. “They might be coming from all over the place, we can’t risk it…”

“She’s right,” said Fred, answering George’s ask for help. He looked into his brother’s eyes, his voice confident. “Come on… She’s gonna be okay.”

“I’m gonna be okay,” you said, too. George seemed to be in anguish. He looked like he was fighting for air, looking at you and Fred in turns. Then he seemed to make a decision against his better judgement.

“Fuck! Come here,” he pulled you to him, kissing you with everything he had, not letting you go for at least a minute. When he did, he nodded. “Okay. Go then.”

“Okay,” you said, too. “Okay. George, I love —”

“No!” he said sharply. “I don’t wanna hear it!”

You cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look into your eyes. You knew he was scared to say goodbyes but you wanted to do it anyway… just in case.

“I love you,” you spoke loud and clearly. Then you let him go and turned to Fred. “And I love you, too.”

He opened his arms and hugged you, and you hugged him, too, until both of you felt that you couldn’t stretch out the moment any longer, because your time was up and all three of you needed to be somewhere else, someplace where the others could not follow.

“See you later, okay?” Fred said, giving you one last kiss on your cheek. “Now get out of here.”

You nodded, then looked behind you, where a bunch of people stood, waiting.

“Anyone who’s here to defend the entrances, choose groups!” you shouted. “I need two people.”

The Patil twins were the first ones to step forward. You indicated towards the stairs.

“All right. Let’s go!”

You left the others behind, running, with Parvati and Padma following you, your heart beating in your throat. You tried not to think about George, not to think about Fred, because right now you needed to focus, you needed to get ready to fight. You made your way through a couple of first year boys and looked at your watch. It was ten minutes until midnight.

The further you got from the Entrance Hall, the fewer people you met. Everyone was clearly spreading out in the castle, making sure that every corner was well defended. After you left the fourth floor, there was no one besides the three of you, and you could only hear muffled buzzing from the other parts of the building. You ran up on the last staircase leading to the fifth floor, and then you saw it, the old carpet under which lay the loose floorboard that led out of the castle. You stopped, wand in your hand.

“This is it,” you said, turning to the other two. Padma stepped to the window, her face nervous.

“I can see them,” she said. “Over the hill, I…”

“Let’s just cast some spells over the entrance,” you said quickly, deciding that you didn’t want to see the army outside. “Come, help me.”

You pulled aside the carpet, revealing the wooden planks amongst the stone tiles. You glanced at your watch every second, more anxious by the minute. You placed detective spells over the tunnel that would tell you immediately if someone was coming. Parvati and Padma got several tables from a nearby classroom and built a mediocre barricade from them. You stood behind it, your ears sharp, your hands shaking, your eyes fixed on the entrance in nervous anticipation.

Then there was a loud bang and lights like a thousand firework hit the shield over the castle. You didn’t need to look at your watch anymore. It was midnight.

It went on for several minutes, and with each blow you thought that that was it, the defence crumbled, you were going to get hit and killed… but the castle was holding on, and the whole school seemed to fall into silence, waiting.

“Maybe we’re holding on,” whispered Parvati. “Maybe —”

But then a blow, louder and stronger than any of the previous ones made the whole castle shake, and you stumbled, grabbing the leg of a table, and the floor was shaking, and the walls were trembling and you heard people screaming from all around the castle, and you saw the last pieces of the protective dome over Hogwarts falling onto the ground. Black stripes of smoke were heading in your direction. You raised your wand, people’s distant screams still echoing in your ear, and you feared that you were going to faint and suddenly your mind was empty and you couldn’t remember a single spell to use…

“Impedimenta!” screamed Padma and the first Death Eater fell backwards and out of the window. But there was more, three, seven, fifteen were coming…

A green light hit your barricade of tables and all three of you fell onto the floor, your hands over your head, someone screaming. You heard footsteps coming, and suddenly you were awake, adrenaline pumping through you and you jumped to your feet and stunned an approaching hooded man. Parvati appeared next to you, sending a Body-Bind Curse towards another man. She missed, but the Death Eater was forced to find cover from Padma’s curse. You heard yells and a painful moan, and you used the opportunity to peak from behind the remains of your shelter.

You saw Death Eaters running down the stairs on the other side of the hallway, but there was four that remained there to fight. One of them was dragging his stunned mate on the floor, so you stunned him as well.

“Let’s make the little rats come out of the hole!” you heard one of the man roar and then you were flying backwards, hitting the ground hard and you heard a crack but did not feel pain, for there was no time to feel pain. You stood up, seeing the approaching Death Eater and screamed ‘Stupefy!’ but he blocked it, his face stuck in an evil smile. You could not see either Parvati or Padma but from the corner of your eyes you saw lights in all different colors hitting each other and you heard shouts and cries from all over the place.

“Stupefy!” you screamed again, but missed. “Impedimenta!”

You hit a column and it crumbled, burying the man under itself. Dust and smoke reached your throat, choking you on the spot, and you fell onto your knees, desperately trying to breathe. You looked up, your stomach sick and you saw fire, fire you had no idea where it came from, eating up the hallway, burning the carpit and the paintings on the wall.

“Aguamenti!”

Water burst out of your wand and somehow you managed to stand up, fresh air releasing the knot in your lungs and you looked aside and saw that half of the hallway was blown open, its walls ruined, a huge opening providing a view to the grounds outside. And you saw in the distance people running, screaming, red, purple, orange, green lights flickering; you looked around and you didn’t see either Padma or Parvati but you saw a bunch of new faces and you realized that the fight had reached you. You glanced towards the secret passageway and it was torn open, several hooded figures were climbing out of it, and you ran, as fast as you had never run before.

“Impedimenta!” you shouted and you hit a crouching woman into the face. The man following her growled and sent a green light at you that missed your head by inches.

“Come on, you little prat, dance for me!” he screeched, casting a spell that you jumped away from. “You don’t like that, do you? Crucio!”

Air got stuck in your lungs and you felt pain that could not be compared to anything you had ever experienced… and you screamed in agony, and you wished it was over, you wished everything was over and you wriggled on the floor, desperate for death, hoping that it would come because you were sure even death was better than this pain.

“NO!” you heard a cry and the pain stopped but you couldn’t move. “Are you okay?”

You felt a hand on your shoulder and looking up you saw Cho, her hair messed up, her face black from the dust. You nodded, your legs shaking as you stood up, and your hand flew over your ribs in pain, remembering that some of your bones might had been broken. Around you the scene had changed within those few minutes you spent fighting; you could barely make difference between friends and enemies in the chaos.

“Come!” said Cho, pulling you away from the entrance of the passageway, then turning around and shouting, “Reducto!”

The floor beneath you shook and you saw the passageway falling in, blown up, sealing the entrance so that no living thing could come through it again. You stood, panting, holding onto that thin stick in your hand, and you were not thinking anymore, you were only acting, and you made a run for it, squeaking with every breath you took, but fighting, sending curses at every hooded figure you saw, loosing track of time, but holding on, because there was no other way to end this than to fight.

A high pitched whisper echoed in the castle, and you grabbed your head again, wincing at the sound that felt like it was coming from inside your skull.

“You have fought valiantly but in vain. I do not wish this. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I therefore command my forces to retreat. In their absence, dispose of your dead with dignity. Harry Potter, now I speak directly to you. On this night, you have allowed your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. There is no greater dishonor. Join me in the Forbidden Forest and confront your fate. If you do not do this, I shall kill every last man, woman and child who tries to conceal you from me.”

The voice stopped and you looked around; you stood facing Death Eaters by the dozen. They stood staring, some of them bleeding, some of them grimacing wickedly. Then, almost as if they were one entity, they burst into black stripes of smoke again, fleeing the castle.

The silence was deafening. After the explosions and screams everything seemed sinister, and now, that the adrenaline was leaving your body could you really focus on your fears again. You wondered…

“Help! Someone… Help me!”

You turned your head and saw a Ravenclaw boy lifting a body from the ground. You stumbled to him, stepping over fallen pieces of stones and rocks, and looked at the body, scared to recognise anyone familiar.

“Help!” pleaded the boy again, tears cleaning the dust off his face. “Please.”

You grabbed the leg of the girl he was holding and together you lifted her up. You felt numb. You didn’t want to think about the fact that the person in your hands was not a person anymore.

“We take everyone in the Great Hall,” you heard someone speak. “This way, come on.”

It seemed like hours had passed by the time the Entrance Hall finally came into sight. On your way down more and more people joined you, some carrying bodies, some limping, some holding a wound that was still bleeding. You kept looking around, forcing yourself not to cry, not to panic just yet. There were still a lot of people coming.

You reached the Great Hall and layed the body of the girl next to the wall, beside many many more. Your throat closed by the sight of the many lying on the floor, not moving, still. You took sudden gulps of air. You were panicking now.

You walked on, desperately looking, but there were so many people that you couldn’t see a thing. But then you saw a family, a family with ginger hair huddled together and you started walking as fast as your broken ribs let you.

“George!” you screeched. “George!”

He raised his head in anguish, but as he saw you he left everyone behind and ran, literally crashing against your body, sobbing, and you soothed his hair and whispered:

“It’s okay… I’m —”

You fell silent, seeing the pair of legs on the floor. You stood there, your mind not able to process what you were seeing. You let go of George, getting closer, and now you recognised the sneakers on those feet.

No. No, no, no, no, no. No.

Ginny stepped aside and your eyes fell on Fred, his face still and pale. Your mouth fell open, wether to moan or to scream you didn’t know. You felt a hand on your shoulder, had no idea who it was. You were staring at the lifeless body, and you stumbled over and fell onto your knees next to him, your sight blurry. Someone screamed, or maybe it was you, then you reached for his hand and it was cold, and a cry of agony escaped your lips as you started sobbing, shaking your head in denial, unable to speak. Pain was shattering your insides, it was torturing your soul and you wanted it to end, and you didn’t want to look at him anymore but you were still unable to turn your head away.

George came into view on the other side of him, and you had never seen his face so ugly, so deformed, in so much pain. His eyes met yours and you saw your own pain in them, the pain that was eating both of you up like a desease… you held out your other hand to him, and he grasped it desperately, and now you were holding one warm and one ice-cold hand…

You wanted to believe that it was not true. You were barely able to see from your tears. His eyes were closed, his lips curled even in his sleep, almost as if they resembled the great jokester he was. You let go of his hand but only to touch his cheek, gently, lovingly, then you leaned closer, saying your goodbyes with one last trembling kiss.

His cold skin burned your lips and you were not in control of yourself anymore. Still grasping George’s hand, you lay your head onto Fred’s chest, and you realized with great torment that his heart was not beating. You stayed there, listening to the silence, closing your eyes and crying, for God knows how long.

Hours had passed as you lay there, drowning in grief. Around you people were sobbing with loud chuckles, but you felt so far away from them; you were up in the Gryffindor common room, laughing about who knows what with the twins, so much younger, so much more innocent, and you didn’t open your eyes because laughing was reality, and blood and death wasn’t, it couldn’t be. It couldn’t be, because that would mean that Fred was gone.

Your eyes hurt from the salt, and you started blinking heavily. Your ribs ached with every breath, and you were sure that Madam Pomfrey could heal you within a minute; but if it meant leaving Fred behind for even a second, then you did not want to be cured. Through the windows you saw the night slowly fading away, and not long after that you heard the crowd around you buzzing.

“It’s him, he’s coming!”

“They’re back, they’re here!”

“Who is he holding?”

“Who is that?”

You raised your head, alarmed, but not quite understanding what was happening. People seemed to look out the windows, their faces in shock and fear.

“What’s happening?” asked Ginny, her voice crooked. You saw Ron and Hermione look at each other.

“It’s him, he’s here!”

With enormous effort you stood up, your nervousness stronger than your grief. Grabbing your wand you joined the crowd swarming outside the Great Hall, stopping between the ruins of the courtyard. Approaching, you saw him, for the first time in your life, You-Know-Who himself.

He was accompanied by his many Death Eaters, his snake, and Hagrid, who seemed to be…

“Who is that Hagrid’s carrying?” asked Ginny. “Neville, who is it?”

Then you heard the screeching sound.

“Harry Potter is dead!”

“No!” screamed Ginny. “NO!”

“Silence! Stupid girl!” he laughed, his servants joining in. “Harry Potter is dead!”

You felt every last drop of hope leaving your body. While You-Know-Who… Voldemort was speaking, you were zoning out, staring at the body in Hagrid’s hand. It didn’t matter anymore. You were a muggleborn. Your faith was sealed. Maybe death would stop this miserable pain…

Then Neville started limping forwards, an ugly old hat in his hand.

“It doesn’t matter Harry’s gone.”

“Stand down, Neville.”

“People die every day! Friends, family. Yeah, we lost Harry tonight. But he’s still with us, in here. So’s Fred… Remus… Tonks. All of them. They didn’t die in vain. But you will! Because you’re wrong! Harry’s heart did beat for us! For all of us! This is not over!”

He pulled a long sword out of the hat, his face angry and determined, but your eyes fell on Harry, who jerked himself from Hagrid’s arms, stood up, very much alive and shot a blaze of fire at the snake.

It was as though the whole school came alive, and suddenly you were running, shooting spells at every hooded figure who approached you and you were in the Great Hall again, fighting like never before, with a new kind of aspiration in your heart. You remembered something from the past, McGonagall claiming that there won’t be duelling in the Great Hall while she was a teacher here… Oh, how times had changed, you thought, as you were duelling very much so.

And then he came across you, the man you loathed and feared. He growled, his pointy teeth showing in his bloodstained mouth. Fenrir Greyback licked his lips, and you saw hunger in his eyes.

“Stupefy!” you shouted and he blocked it; then it was his turn and you ducked from the green light. “Impedimenta!”

He blocked the curse again, though stumbling under its force. You got on your feet, your ribs hurting immensely. He shot curses at you and you blocked them, one after the other, though you barely had time to fight back.

“This is it, precious,” he howled. “Oh, I remember you and your friends… what d’you think, they let me have the ginger one after we finish here?”

Fresh, hot rage ignited in you, and finally you reached a point from where there was no coming back.

“Avada Kedavra!”

Your curse hit the werewolf in the middle of his chest and he fell backwards, his face stuck in surprise, hitting the floor with a thud. You spared him one last disgusted look, then joined the others, just in time to hear Mrs Weasley yell:

“Not my daughter you bitch!”

George appeared next to you, pulling you away from his mother. Bellatrix laughed but not for long; she was blown into pieces, ceased to exist.

Voldemort was raging on the other side of the hall, seeing how his most loyal servant was finished. But then there was Harry and the fight stopped, for there was no one else but Voldemort left… and the sun was shining bright now, and you were watching the pair of them, talking about wands and lies, and you didn’t understand a thing, but it didn’t matter…

And then both of them cried out their curses… he fell onto the floor… and it was over.

Loud screaming and cheering broke out in the Great Hall and you were caught up in the hundreds embracing Harry, and you turned around, your eyes meeting George’s and he was dirty, puffy eyed, one-eared, and you jumped into his arms and kissed him, because it was over, you were free, and from now on you could love whoever you wanted, you could marry whoever you wished and you could continue your life where you had left off…

When the first wave of cheer ended, you pulled George aside, joining up with the Weasleys again. They welcomed you with hugs, laughter and cries, and eventually you settled down onto the benches, not far from where Fred lay. Your mood was switching from happiness to grief, and you were tired, so tired that you wished to sleep for days. You locked eyes with Ginny, her head resting on her mother’s shoulder, and you saw that Mrs Weasley was crying again.

“Do you know…” started Mr Weasley, looking as though he was not sure he wanted to ask the question. His voice was higher than usual. “Do you know who… who was it?”

“Rookwood,” said Ron, his lips trembling. Next to him Hermione was tearing up.

“But you got him, right Perce?” said Mr Weasley, his voice shaking. Percy nodded.

“I’ve never liked him,” he said. His voice cracked. “But now it was personal.”

“D’you mean…” you said hoarsly. “D’you mean Percy-nal?”

You heard George’s tired chuckle next to you and you turned to him. One second of his gaze was enough to see how much agony he was in… and his eyes were so like his brother’s, whose eyes, you knew, would never meet yours again.

And then the both of you started sobbing.

[acciomalfoy]

Halloween at Hogwarts (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

The tea: 5th, 6th and 7th years receive costumes for their halloween masquerade the night of the ball, and the house elves created each costume. 

“Come on! We’re about to receive our costumes!” I tugged Hermione along as we made our way to the Great Hall. The ball was to be held tonight, October 31st. It was a Saturday this year, probably why the ball was being held for the first time ever. At three o’clock this afternoon we were drawing our costumes from the Sorting Hat, and the costumes would appear in our dorms, made by Hogwarts very own house elves. 

“I don’t see why we have to run, y/n! Our costumes are predetermined, Parvati heard that Merlin himself used the magic that controls who gets what.” Hermione sounded annoyed, but I knew she was just as excited. 

“Did you hear that there’s two lover costumes? Apparently whoever draws the two of them are soulmates!” Lavender giggled as she joined us on our walk, while Hermione and I let out identical squeals. It sounded so romantic, and the thought that there was a pair of soulmates in Hogwarts right now was almost too much to bear.

“I swear I heard McGonagall say that sometimes the hat doesn’t eject the lovers. It only has them in the hat when there’s actually a pair of soulmates in Hogwarts.” Lavender continued, and I frowned. Maybe there wasn’t a pair of soulmates at Hogwarts then.

“Anyway, toodle loo!” Lavender dashed off to spread the word, and I shared a look with Hermione. She sure could be crazy sometimes. 

“Hey guys!” I waved as we sat beside Ron and Harry. They grinned back.

“If I get a spider as a costume I think I’ll just leave Hogwarts.” Ron said glumly, and Harry sniggered. 

“If I could bribe the hat then I would make sure you got a spider costume.” Harry said, and Ron stared at Harry in betrayal. His best mate had only gone and jinxed him!

“You better watch out, Harry, or I might just dress up as your boyfriend.” I turned and looked significantly at where Malfoy was sitting, and Ron shrieked with laughter. Harry only scowled. 

“Think you mean your boyfriend, you fool.” I scowled in return, and Hermione elbowed me.

“I don’t want to hear that kind of talk, thank you very much.” Hermione said, and I sighed gratefully. Trust Hermione to pull me out of my messes.

“Attention those in the years fifth, sixth and seventh. In a moment, the Sorting Hat will be passed round to each one of you. All that’s required of each of you is sticking your hand into the hat and drawing a piece of paper. The piece of paper that you draw is your costume for Hogwarts first Halloween Masquerade. Naturally, unless you’re dressed as the costume that you picked, you won’t be allowed to enter the Great Hall.” Dumbledore said with flourish, and I watched as McGonagall walked to the Hufflepuff table first. 

“I’m sure we’ll all get great costumes.” Hermione tried to reassure us, but there was absolutely no reassurance for Ron, who was practically in tears at the thought of a spider costume.

“Keep in mind students, that it is unacceptable for you to tell anyone what your costume is. In fact, it’s impossible. Anytime you try to say your costume, write your costume, or even mouth it you will receive a brief shock, rendering you mute until you decide not to share your costume. Thank you.” McGonagall had already moved onto the Gryffindor table, and I watched smugly as Cormac drew his paper and proceeded to make a face. 

“Good luck, you four.” McGonagall smiled at us as Harry drew first. His face erupted into a grin, and I smiled back. Ron was next, and his shoulders sagged in relief. Hermione’s turn and she only paused, a calculating look in her eye, before smiling. I took a deep breath, and plunged my hand into the hat, slowly pulling out the piece of paper that The Hat had thrown into my hand.

Lover.

I folded the piece of paper quickly, and there was silence.

“Thank Godric I didn’t get a damn spider costume.” Ron was as giddy as a child at Christmas, and I only laughed. 

“Hopefully someone else did.” Harry added, and Ron swatted him with a bread roll.

“‘Professor Dumbledore said we aren’t allowed to talk about our costumes, might I remind you.” Hermione rolled her eyes at the boys, and I could hardly still my hands. My soulmate was in the halls of Hogwarts, sitting at one of the four tables right this moment. It could be anyone, it really could be. It could even be Harry. I eyed Harry carefully, but I had a feeling he would be obliviating himself if I was his soulmate.

“No one cares about his stuffy old rules.” Ron pointed out, and it was the truth.

“He’s got you there, ‘Mione.” I said, and Ron high-fived me. 

“Still. The costumes being a mystery is part of the fun.” Hermione said, and in a weird way she was right, as always. 

“I wonder if anyone got the lovers. Coming girls?” Lavender asked as she drifted by, and I felt myself go rigid on the spot. It was difficult to think about anyone but my soulmate now, and if anyone had read my mind at that moment they would have thought I was insane. It sure felt like it. Hermione yanked my hand as she stood up, and we waved our farewells to the boys.

“Who looks like they got it?” Parvati wondered from beside Lavender, and suddenly everyone was craning their necks. I joined in quickly, eyes roaming the tables, but no one stood out. Well, no more than normal. Malfoy always managed to stand out, but it was with an aloof expression of indifference more than anything. 

“Better not be Malfoy. I might actually punch the girl that gets to be soulmates with him.” Lavender said hotly, and I raised an eyebrow. 

“Can’t be Malfoy. He’s a pureblood, and he would be shitting himself right now if it were him.” Parvati said, and Lavender brightened up considerably. 

“That’s right. Lucky I’m a pureblood. D’you reckon that if I asked for a betrothal his parents would agree?” She asked, and Hermione stifled a laugh. 

“I don’t think Malfoy would agree to that. Maybe you should try to become his friend before marrying him, hmm?” I laughed at Hermione’s suggestion, but Lavender actually seemed to be considering it. 

“Maybe. Or I could just seduce him. Does anyone know his type? Who he’s had a crush on in the past?” Lavender peered around expectantly again, as though she was expecting someone to appear with all the answers she seeked. Unfortunately, no one appeared. 

“Odds are he’s had a crush on one of us.” Parvati said suddenly, and I felt Hermione’s eyes on me, Godric knew why.

“Not to be rude, but it’s probably me.” Lavender said, and this time Hermione failed to smother her laugh.

“No offence, but it could be anyone. What makes you think it's you?” Hermione asked, and Lavender frowned.

“Look at you, and then look at me,” Lavender said, and I giggled. “Malfoy, oh wait. I should be calling him Draco considering we’re getting married! If faced with a choice, Draco would obviously choose me over you all. I mean, I’m gorgeous.” Parvati appeared to be having a struggle with keeping a straight face, and Hermione doubled over with laughter.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Hermione shrieked as she chuckled, and I couldn’t help the grin that formed on my face. I’m not sure at the exact point that Malfoy began walking behind us, but I knew that he had heard every word Lavender had said.

“Look behind you Lav.” I said, and the shit-eating grin on Hermione’s face told me that she had known Malfoy was there the entire time.

“Oh,” Lavender said faintly as she turned her head to see Malfoy. “Draco, what a coincidence.” She said, and Malfoy stared at her, expressionless.

“I think we’re due for a chat, you blithering fool.” He snarled, and without waiting for an answer stalked off. Lavender audibly swallowed before hurrying down the halls in an attempt to catch up with him.

We watched as they turned the corridor before screaming.

“She deserved that!” Parvati generally wasn’t the type to make fun of someone, but when Lavender tells you that she’s hotter than you, the circumstances are a little different. 

“I do feel a bit bad.” I said, and Hermione only laughed again.

“What goes around comes around. I don’t suppose you can help me with my makeup, Parvati?” Hermione and Parvati began discussing their makeup in the vaguest way that they could, and I was shivering in anticipation of what was to come. Afterall, I was going to meet my soulmate tonight. 

“What time does the ball start?” I asked, and Parvati gasped in mock-horror.

“Y/n L/n! How could you forget? We’ve only been dreaming about this ball for the past year!” Parvati exclaimed, and I rubbed my neck. Sometimes I couldn’t remember if I was Salazar or Rowena.

“Doors open at five o’clock, doors close at half five, and doors reopen at half seven. We should aim to arrive at twenty five past five, to make the grandest entrance we can.” Parvati had very clearly planned this event down to the wire, and I wondered what she would be dressed as. 

“I’m intrigued as to what your costumes are.” Hermione voiced my thoughts, and Parvati only grinned, furthering the mystery.

“You’ll find out once we get changed. Speaking of, we have two hours to get ready!” Parvati gasped, and simultaneously we increased our pace, practically running up the stairs to Gryffindor Tower.

“Smelly socks.” I shouted the password as the Fat Lady came into our vision, and with a huff the portrait swung open. 

“Quick!” Hermione squealed as we ran up the stairs to our dormitory.

“Holy shit!” Parvati breathed as we stepped into our room, and the beautiful gowns that were spread across our bed made me stop.

“Look at your dress, ‘Mione!” I shouted as I caught sight of the black ball gown that seemed to have wings attached.

“You must be a thestral!” Parvati was grinning at the dresses, and Hermione stood still.

“You’re a lover.” Hermione whispered, and Parvati shouted in excitement.

“Oh my Godric! Come on, we need to get our makeup done before we get into the dresses!” She cried, and Hermione took an uncertain step toward the beds.

“This ball is going to be wicked!” 

It took a total of one hour and fifty two minutes for our makeup to be completed, and there was only one thing left to do.

“It’s time to put on the dresses.” I stated the obvious, and Lavender shivered in anticipation. At some point she had joined us, and now we were stood staring at our beds.

“We need to be quick, we have like five minutes.” She said, and we flew towards our gowns. The magic that was performed was unbelievable, and the second I touched my dress I was wearing it. The beautiful, bright red dress clung to my figure, and the matching red crown that had appeared in my hair completed the look.

“Y/n! You look-“ Hermione paused, grinning at me.

“Stunning.” Parvati finished, and the girls were looking just as good.

“We’d better leave.” Lavender pointed out, and we trotted down the stairs. The younger year groups fawned over our dresses, and we could only smile before heading out the door. 

“There’s the boys! Ron! Harry!” Hermione spotted them in front of us, and they turned around. When they saw us, their mouths dropped open, and we grinned.

“Holy hippogriff!” Ron said, and I saw how his eyes raked in the beauty of Hermione.

“Thank you.” Lavender preened, and I sniggered. Even I could see how in love Ron and Hermione were.

“You look great, y/n.” Harry fell into step beside me, and I smiled.

“You too, tosser.” I nudged his shoulder, and he laughed.

“Whatever.” He said, but the grin on his face let me know he still loved me.

“Ready to meet your soulmate?” He asked, and I bit my lip.

“Doesn’t matter if I am, does it?” I said, and we went quiet. 

“You’ve got three seconds to be ready.” He said as we approached the doors of the Great Hall.

Three.

Two.

One.

Ron pushed the doors open, and it was like time was frozen. The room was a colourful flurry of ball gowns and shiny jewellery, and the only person in red stood out like a sore thumb. When I met his eyes, he gave me a small smile. 

“Bloody hell.” Ron said, and we stepped inside. There was a pause in the dancing as our peers paused to look at us, and then Hermione shoved me forward, towards him.

There must have been someone shoving him towards me, and before I knew it we were stood face-to-face, and the dancing continued around us.

“Hey, L/n. Bet you weren’t expecting me.” Malfoy said, and I shook my head slowly. The red contrasting with his pale skin made him look rather like a vampire, and if I was honest, I wouldn’t mind him biting me.

“No, I wasn’t. Surely you couldn’t have been expecting me?” I asked, and he shrugged.

“I wanted it to be you. Think I would leave Hogwarts if it was Brown, wouldn’t you?” The look on his face made me laugh lightly, and the way his face lit up made my insides melt.

“You’ve got a fair point, but that’s no way to speak about your fiancée.” I laughed again, and he pushed my shoulder lightly.

“Don’t even joke about that.” He groaned, and I grinned at him. He smiled back, and suddenly I was aware of how close we were to each other, and how pretty his eyes were. 

“If I could pick anyone to be my soulmate, I’d pick you.” He whispered, and I tried not to look at his lips. I really did.

“Why? You hate me, Malfoy.” I said, and he shook his head quickly.

“I hate your friends for getting to hang out with you, and for being able to talk freely with you. I could never, ever, hate you, my love.” He murmured into my ear, and I shivered. 

“I don’t know what to say.” I whispered back, and he placed his hand on the small of my back and his other on my shoulder.

“Don’t say anything. Just dance with me, lover.”

[remuslupinfest]

Remus Lupin Fest 2020 Master List (Anon)

We're pleased to release this years Master List of fics, sorted by ship and alphabetically! There's 38 incredible works! Author and artist reveals are next week.

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TITLE: First Year SUMMARY: I hope whoever prompted this in the first place is happy with the result. I know it's super messy but I was experimenting a bit with my style!

TITLE: On Talking SUMMARY: Five conversations Remus Lupin and Minerva McGonagall have during Prisoner of Azkaban and one they do not.

TITLE: One of Many Happy Moments SUMMARY: Remus has only come back home from one of particularly typical days of teaching in Hogwarts, but he couldn’t refuse Teddy to read the book together

TITLE: Remus Lupin Sleeping Peacefully SUMMARY: Prompt: Remus sleeping peacefully.

TITLE: Tousled SUMMARY: Prompt: Remus wrapped in a sheet/duvet going to the bathroom or kitchen after having had sex with someone. Maybe someone knocks on the door and he can’t find his trousers. He’s flushed, tousled and possibly has a hickey or two.

REMUS/MISC

TITLE: A Heart Grows Warm SUMMARY: After the war, Remus is a single father and desperate for a job. Snape hires him to work in his potions shop, but Remus can't ignore the building sexual tension between them.

TITLE: Bad Moon Rising SUMMARY: James, Lily and Voldemort all died on Halloween night. Years later, Remus is working in the Auror Department on a confusing case of a transformed werewolf stalking a family outside of a full moon and is assigned a brilliant new Auror, Nymphadora Tonks, to work with him.

TITLE: Briseé SUMMARY: Death eater!Remus struggles to face his past after the death of his lover and the end of his freedom.

TITLE: Care to Share? SUMMARY: Remus had every intention of enjoying solidarity over the holidays. That may change now that he's not the only Slytherin staying behind.

TITLE: His Luck SUMMARY: Modern setting, model/photographer AU for Remus Lupin and Narcissa Black. Written for the Remus Lupin fest 2020.

TITLE: Hold Me While You Wait SUMMARY: Remus Lupin just needs someone to hug him.

TITLE: One Night In Barcelona SUMMARY: The chemistry was too much to resist.

TITLE: Readjusting SUMMARY: When Voldemort murders Frank and Alice Longbottom, their baby survives. Meanwhile, Lily moves into a flat in Muggle London. Alone. With baby Harry and the cat. Remus helps.

TITLE: The Paths We Take SUMMARY: Lily Evans Lupin is a detective, though her husband Remus' name is on all the paperwork. He writes incredible tales while she solves mysteries. All seems normal as the Second World War ends, and Lily is hoping for peace and eventual renown for her talents legally attributed to Remus. Her and Remus' entire world comes crashing down once more as Sirius O. Black, Remus' first love, enters their agency, with one request: to find his missing brother Regulus, who joined the Nazis and hasn't come home. Can Lily find the missing Regulus? Can Remus face his heartbreak?

TITLE: You keep messing with my brain SUMMARY: The awful truth was that when he had noticed Regulus Black he couldn’t exactly look away anymore.

WOLFSTAR

TITLE: AMOR VINCIT OMNIA (love conquers all) SUMMARY: Remus, a servant boy to the cruel Emperor Voldemort, meets Sirius, a charming nobleman. Together they fight for freedom and love in Ancient Rome.

TITLE: An Endearing Portrait SUMMARY: At the beginning of their seventh year at Hogwarts, Sirius fears that Remus’s mother and perhaps Remus himself, too, prefers someone else.

TITLE: Falling Into Place SUMMARY: There's always been something special about Remus Lupin, even if it's taken Sirius Black until his seventh year to realize it. Too bad he spends so much time agonizing over his changing feelings that he loses his chance. In which Remus acts like an idiot, Marlene is the snarky voice of reason, James is a mother hen, Peter is confused, and Sirius is seriously jealous.

TITLE: Fate and Other Ambiguous Notions SUMMARY: Truth be told, Sirius has never really paid much attention to Remus before... (Slytherin!Remus, Gryffindor!Sirius)

TITLE: Hold Me While You Wait SUMMARY: Remus Lupin just needs someone to hug him.

TITLE: If You’ll Be Waiting SUMMARY: Remus gets the Information that Sirius is probably still alive. He goes on a road trip to Germany with Harry to find him.

TITLE: In the Throws of You SUMMARY: Prompt 178: Sirius has a track record for picking bad BDSM doms, but luckily Remus is always there to provide the proper aftercare he needs.

TITLE: Ivory and Gold SUMMARY: Sirius Black is all Remus has been looking for and more. A muse, an inspiration, a theme he never wishes to let go. He’s magnetic. And Remus lets himself be pulled in.

TITLE: Let the Awful Song Be Heard, Bluebird SUMMARY: Prompt: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is really just a squeal of pain. – Vita Sackville West In some ways, they are still Padfoot and Moony.

TITLE: making a fool out of myself (for you) SUMMARY: Sirius and Remus have been friends for years. However, unbeknownst to the other, both of them have a secret life working as a clown. Over the years, Remus and Sirius have competed against each other in the clown/birthday party circuit, becoming actual clown enemies of each other without knowing their true identities... until now, that is.

TITLE: Meet the Moonies SUMMARY: Remus introduces Sirius to his parents for the first time.

TITLE: Renewal SUMMARY: Remus and Sirius return to Remus's cabin together after the events of Harry's third school year come to a close. Remus decides that Sirius would be much better off with a haircut and some TLC.

TITLE: Sanctify My Body (With Pain) SUMMARY: When Remus leaves for what is essentially a suicide mission, Sirius finds himself grappling with the realities of a life where he doesn't know if the love of his life is dead or alive.

Perhaps the most confusing question in these situations is: which is worse?

TITLE: Siren songs SUMMARY: Sirius had heard of mermaids before, of course. They were all over the songs bards performed at his parents' table and the tall tales sailors traded in every port. He had never given much thought to whether or not the stories were true, though. Imagine his surprise when he and his best mates found themselves shipwrecked on an unfamiliar shore, with a breathtaking and mysterious merman for their only ally.

TITLE: Sweet Nuthin’ SUMMARY: When the summer between third and fourth year begins, Sirius expects it to be nothing but lazy days, harmless pranks with James, and the occasional meet-up with the rest of his friends from Hogwarts. Those plans go out the window rather quickly when he gets a sudden glimpse of Remus Lupin, a mysterious boy who changes everything about Sirius Black's life and shows him that love will always win in the end.

TITLE: Teddy’s Wedding SUMMARY: Teddy's wedding brings about memories of the past and hopes for the future.

TITLE: That Iron Taste SUMMARY: In the middle of a particularly bitter winter, a new attendee starts showing up in Father Black’s congregation. He is entirely unfamiliar and wholly arresting. In his wake there will be confusion, horror, heat, bliss, blood, and perhaps the end of reality itself.

TITLE: The Great Gay Pornstar Twitter Feud of 2020 SUMMARY: “So what I’m hearing is that you’ve got a date with your hot, clever, fellow porn-star twitter nemesis, of whom you once said ‘I’d rather die than let that pretentious knobcloud touch my dick’... is that about right?”

“... Yes.”

Or; Remus Lupin forgets to turn the fucking camera on.

TITLE: The King I Could Become SUMMARY: Prince Sirius of Nox has one thing he cannot stand. Or rather it should be said, one person. Prince Remus of Lupos. They had never gotten along well, though their kingdoms are close allies, but a disturbance in the lands has brought them together on a quest. They'll be able to take down this threat...if they can survive each other's presence first.

TITLE: The New Sailing Master SUMMARY: Sirius is a pirate, Remus is a fugitive, Remus manages to get a lift aboard the Blithering Idiot and it's love at first sight…

TITLE: Things We Can’t Say SUMMARY: Prompt 18: Angst during the first war, based on being on opposite sides. Trying to convince them to join the light side maybe, or accidentally injuring each other or close friends of each other.

TITLE: Thoroughly Debauched SUMMARY: Prompt: Remus riding Sirius in a chair

TITLE: To Admit What Is Not More Illegal SUMMARY: On Valentine’s Day in their seventh year at Hogwarts, Sirius tries to offer what Remus needs, and starts figuring out if he's ashamed of something, and if he is, what it is.

TITLE: You Would Be Calling Me Moony SUMMARY: A month after Sirius falls through the Veil, Remus starts seeing Sirius in his dreams. But they're only dreams...right?