#durmstrang student hermione granger

[katie-krum]

Blood Ties by katiekrum

Hermione about Viktor

Before Hermione knew it, two things happened; first her eyes filled with tears and a moment later she was locked in the arms of the wizard who had become the anchor she needed so much. She was magically strong, but she still had a long way to go to gain strength in other aspects of her life.

Hermione about Draco

“If I had known you could be so charming, I wouldn’t have told the Sorting Hat to sort me anywhere but Slytherin.” Hermione said, wiping tears from her cheeks. “Unless you weren’t like that before.”

Draco about Hermione and Viktor

She was prettier than he remembered. Different hair, aura around her, way of speaking… Fortunately, what caught his attention in her in first place, hadn’t changed. Her eyes. Brown with a deep shade of dark chocolate. He wasn’t stupid, though. He saw that he had no chance, even if he wanted something from her. Viktor Krum had a connection with her that he had previously only seen between his parents. They weren’t a couple, but eventually, they would become one.

I still didn't decided on pairing but for sure it will be dramione or krumione.

[kitsune024]

Harry Potter Fanfiction

Let The Dark In by senlinyu

In a world where the rise of Voldemort never occurred, Wizarding society has found new ways to repress and exclude those they consider outsiders. Hermione Granger attends Hogwarts as one of the few Muggle-born students. Despite her efforts to make a place for herself, her future seems set in stone until Sixth Year, when the Triwizard Tournament is announced and everything begins to change.

“Bloody hell,” Ron says from beside her. “I think that blond tosser in the front is a Malfoy.” She tears her eyes away to stare at Ron. “A who?” He laughs and points at the blond boy. “Malfoy. I dunno his first name, but he’s definitely got to be a Malfoy. Old pureblood family from here in Britain. Bastards, the lot of them. Always Slytherins here at Hogwarts. Heard his dad sent him to Durmstrang because he didn’t want his son near any Muggle-borns.”

Chapters: 33/?

Draco couldn't help but look at Hermione when she could find information about the terrible consequences of using black magic… Let The Dark In by @senlinyuwrites

[himegureisu]

The Yule Ball [PTII]

Summary: The Yule Ball is about to commence and you arrive in the nick of time.

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On Christmas Eve, in the sparkling silver frost of the Great Hall, students’ conversations come to a hush at the sight of their Potions Professor.

His usually greasy hair was clean and silky smooth. On the other hand, an open black double-breasted tailcoat, black vest, black high-collared dress shirt, black pants, and shiny black shoes replaced his daily robes.

It was different. Conservative but also very appealing.

Especially for the female students. Their grumpy Professor so pleasing in the ladies’ eyes has the boys reminding them why they didn’t like him in the first place. Their giggles and murmurs didn’t stop though, and one thought it would be the best if the scowl on his face disappeared, but alas, they could not make miracles happen.

“Would you look at that?”

“Is that truly Professor Snape?”

“Bloody hell,” Ron mutters under his breath, “Even the old dungeon bat looks better than I do,”

In a procession, the champions walk through the oak doors accompanied by their chosen partners, disrupting the comments,, and enter the Great Hall. Their thunderous claps and ever-so-curious gazes shift at the sight of Hermione Granger on Victor Krum’s arm allowing a moment of vulnerability for you.

In their distraction, from a tunnel behind the pine trees, you emerge behind the Headmaster, Severus none the wiser at your arrival, as he speaks.

“I will keep this short because you all might be sick of hearing from me,” the headmaster quips, and the Hogwarts students laugh, “This evening, I hope that every one of us creates meaningful connections and enjoys the feast. However, before we start, I would also like to welcome a special guest.”

Their students were truly the worst gossips as whispers started once again speculating who the special guest could be, making the stories known to their Durmstrang and Beauxbatons friends.

“I’m glad that you’re here and I am very much eager to indulge in your future antics,” Dumbledore smiles, saying nothing further, and turns, “If you’d please, Filius,”

Their students are curious and confused, a rather deadly combination, at the lack of information from their wily Professor as the orchestra starts the song. The sound of string instruments soon echoes throughout the space as the waltz begins.

On the floor, champions lead their partners through the beginnings of the waltz. Their audience is divided between finding the mystery guest and watching their friends glide seamlessly across the room.

In minutes, the headmaster nudges their Transfiguration Professor, who happily accepts the offer and joins the throng of dancing students, on the floor. His absence allows you to stand beside your husband whose gaze remains afront.

“Don’t you look dashing?” you say, breaking the silence among the staff, “I hope you saved me a dance?”

His gaze shifts at the sound of your voice. His eyes quickly take a once over of you. In your sage green dress that highlighted the very best of your features. Your hair in a braided half updo and holly pin presented simple but elegant.

“They’re only for you,” he answers, raising his hand for you to take, “Shall we?”

“On your lead,”

Onto the fray together, the students not so quietly observe. His hands, on your waist and outstretched hand, lead you to the floor. However, closer than appropriate for students, he whispers in your ear.

“You’re determined to do this?”

“I’d like for them to see what I see in you,” you cup his cheek, your gaze on his as the scowl slowly melts away, “Even just for a bit,”

He sighed in defeat.

Your gazes lock on each other, his steps slow but confident guide you through the symphony. In his embrace, the world blends to the background. To the awe of the crowd, a soft smile settles on his lips, his grip, however, tightened and your merry bubble pops at the sight of his restrained ire at the students who admired you from afar.

“You are the only one I desire,” you breathed, cheeks flushed and eyes only on him, as the veins on the side of his head vanished, “No one else can ever compare,”

His eyes softened at your words, breaking through his facade for the night. By the end of the dance, he places a protective hand on your back and gently leads you through. His form towers over you, briefly leaning on your ear to whisper.

“Being with you feels like a dream,” his voice barely audible as you weave through the people, “That I don’t want to end,”

“It will not end,” you declare, as you finally see his colleagues, and some others you don’t know, “We’ll see through it,”

The Headmaster smiles, at the sight of your hands entwined together, as you approach the faculty and guests. Minerva steps up much faster than the rest and says.

“I’m glad you could make it, dear,” she also smiles, as Severus stands behind you, “You two were lovely out there,”

“Were we?” you coyly ask, glancing at Severus, who resisted the urge to roll his eyes, “I didn’t notice. I’m glad I didn’t trip,”

“I would’ve caught you if you did,” Severus declared, as the others approached, and from there Madam Maxime interjected, “Severus! Who is the lovely lady?”

“Madame Maxime, Karkaroff, this is my wife, Madame Snape,” he introduces you, as you shake friendly hands, “At the moment, she works for the Ministry of Magic,”

“Oh!” the tall lady exclaimed, as Minerva cut the conversation, “I hate to break up this introduction, however, we must be seated for dinner,”

“Of course, Minerva, lead the way,”

In a flash, she transformed into her role as Deputy Headmistress, and seats you beside Severus and her, but also near the Headmaster and the new staff that hasn’t met you. Your friendly smile was a stark difference from the unimpressed line that formed on your husband’s lips.

“Will you be staying the night?” Minerva asks, as you observe Albus who spoke of what he wanted for dinner and it appeared, and answered, “Yes, the headmaster was kind to allow me to stay in the castle for Christmas break,”

“Did he?” Severus said as he looked at you, “Headmaster?”

“Merry Christmas, Severus,” Dumbledore grinned, his eyes twinkling mischievously at the light, as Severus exhaled, “Thank you, headmaster,”

“Do enjoy the feast,” Albus said, “There is more to come,”

On his words, you and Severus briefly give each other a look before shrugging it off, oblivious to the utter madness that would transpire once you left the Great Hall for much more amorous and festive pursuits.

There would be time to get to know the students during the break. However, a part of you admits that you were partial to your husband's little snakes.

But they didn't know that.

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE FLEUR X READER X YANDERE HERMIONE GRANGER

You were sitting in the Great Hall with your friends, Harry, Ron and Hermione for breakfast. Everyone around you was busy chatting about the Durmstrang students and the Beauxbatons students coming to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament and that was all anyone could talk about. "I'm actually pretty excited to meet them you know, I think it would be good to have friends from other magic schools too. Maybe if I'm lucky enough I might have a pen pal by the time the tournament is done'' you said with a smile as you munched on some treacle tart. Harry and Ron chimed in with their own opinions about your comment and Hermione simply shot you a curt smile as she sipped some coffee, looking at you with her calculating and piercing gaze. She didn't know why but she didn't like it when you mentioned that you wanted a pen pal from another magic school, she was your friend as well. Why would you need to bother about other people when she was there for you, when she was all you need? 

She felt slightly annoyed at your comment and could feel something dark stirring inside her. No, it wasn't her usual morning grumpiness, she felt a pang of jealousy in her heart when you mentioned you wanted to be friends with other people, she knew you inside and out, she knew every single thing about you and your likes and dislikes as well. She took pride in the knowledge that she knew you better than you knew yourself. However she kept that curt smile on her face as she continued to sip her coffee as her eyes met yours every now and then. She tried to assure herself that no one would be able to get close to you, she'd make sure of it. Besides, no one else knew you like how she did, she feels like your time and attention are supposed to be reserved solely for her

A few days later the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students arrived at Hogwarts and you looked at them in awe while they walked into the Great Hall. After the introductions were given, a blonde haired Veela girl strode over to you and asked you in her French accent whether she could sit next to you and you nodded as you moved your bag to make space for her. Hermione's eyes narrowed as the Veela girl sat next to you and the two of you made light conversation with each other. Of course, Hermione didn't want to appear as a controlling person but why couldn't the Veela girl sit somewhere else? Why did she have to sit next to you? As the Veela girl introduced herself as Fleur with that dazzling smile of hers and shook your hand, Hermione felt an urge to poke her eye out with the fork in her hand but restrained herself. She knew her feelings for you were spinning out of control but she didn't care, you were supposed to be hers. After the dinner was done, you headed to bed and Hermione found herself with Fleur in the library. "You seem to be quite...close to Y/N'' said Fleur as she surveyed Hermione with a judging look. Hermione scowled slightly and narrowed her eyes but heaved a breath and composed herself as she plastered a fake smile on her face. "Why yes.. I am. I've known Y/N for quite a few years...we both are rather close'' said Hermione, hoping Fleur would just get the message and back off from you already

However it irritated her and annoyed her to the core when she saw Fleur hovering around you every time and she started getting rather chummy with you, too close to you for her liking. During breakfast one day when you excitedly mentioned to Hermione that Fleur and you became pen pals and she invited you over to France to her house for the summer next year, she almost spat out her pumpkin juice and she smiled although her smile looked more of a grimace. "How...how nice and wonderful of her'' said Hermione as her fingers gripped the glass till her knuckles turned white. Hermione felt satisfaction in seeing Fleur shoot daggers with her eyes whenever she spotted you both working together on your homework assignments of studying together. Fleur's lips would be curved into a thin line of jealousy while she watched you and Hermione studying together. "You should know that Y/N likes me, I do not know if you cannot take the hint but you need to back off'' said Fleur to Hermione one day. Hermione let out a snarky laugh and looked at Fleur amused. "That should be MY line, Y/N and I have known each other longer, I know everything about them, you're not that significant to be a threat to me with my relationship to Y/N'' said Hermione with a smug smirk

It was like a cat and mouse game between the both of them, trying to compete for your attention and affection. Both of them would start getting possessive of you and seethed inside whenever you'd spend time with someone else. However one day when the both of them overheard some random Ravenclaw guy trying to ask you out and preparing to confess his feelings for you at Madam Puddifoot's teashop in Hogsmeade, a silent begrudging look of understanding passed between Fleur and Hermione. "I hate to admit this but...we might need to team up for this to get rid of that pest'' said Hermione to Fleur as she nodded. "Agreed...but Y/N is mine in the end'' said Fleur as Hermione rolled her eyes. "Whatever helps you sleep at night'' she replied in a snarky manner. Fleur struck up a conversation with the Ravenclaw guy to distract him while she sneakily managed to get her hands on the love note he'd written for you and Hermione managed to petrify him before he was about to leave for Hogsmeade. "Stay away from Y/N'' hissed Hermione as she looked down on the Ravenclaw guy with contempt in her eyes before she put her wand back inside her robes and went to join you in the library with Fleur. She felt the overwhelming urge to smack Fleur across the face but managed to control herself. She could deal with Fleur later...she was a problem she'd have to take care of for another day...

[novthewolf]

hey can you write hermione x slytherin!reader (gender doesn't matter to me) where r convinces hermione to sneak out of the castle and go stargazing and hermione realise her crush on r isn't as small or fleeting as she thought it was thnx

In your eyes, millions of stars

Pairing : Hermione Granger x Slytherin!Reader

Masterlist : Here

Warnings : sickeningly sweet, poor baby is crying, insecurity, english isn't my first language.

Words : +1,6k

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"Hermione !" You called out loudly, rushing through the crowd. Since the students of Durmstrang and Beauxbâtons joined Hogwarts for the triwizard tournament, the corridors were crammed. So you had to elbow your way towards your favourite muggle born.

Her cheeks warmed up at the sound of your voice, much to her dismay. You always gravitated around her, though it didn't bother her at the beginning, but ever since the other slytherins started proclaiming their hate towards muggles, she tried to avoid you. But you were incredibly persistent and stuck with her for almost four years now.

And in the course of those four years, she ended up with sort of... feelings for you. A silly little crush, that's all—one that will probably fade away if she stops thinking about it.

You giggled like an idiot and stood right in front of her, a conspiratorial look on your face. "Alright, I know you will probably laugh at my face for that, but it's really, really important!" You pressed with a wide smile.

Her heart skipped a beat, the thought of you asking her about the upcoming Yule Ball popping into her mind. But she pushed her silly little fantasy back and composed herself, offering you her signature frown. "What is it ?"

"The sky is clear tonight ! There have been clouds up there for weeks, and now we can finally see the stars." I smiled geedily, awaiting her reaction.

"Oh..." She nodded, now understanding your excitement. Hermione, you absolutely knew about you sneaking out to the astronomy tower at night to stargaze. The first time she was caught was the night you caught her and her friends sneaking out of their dorms to challenge Draco. Despite her slight disappointment, she rolled her eyes. "Again, Y/N ?"

"Of course ! Oh, come on, please join me tonight !" You pleaded with a pout, your hands joining in a prayer.

You had asked her to accompany you every time you snuck out, but she always turned you down. However, this time, you really hoped she would accept. Hermione had been stressed for weeks, going back and forth with Harry and Ron to patch things up. You wanted to offer her a chance to relax and focus on herself.

Hermione bit down on her lower lip and looked down. "I don't know. It's been a rough couple of days... I'll just head to bed right away."

You smiled at her, your eyes full of care. "I know, but I swear it will be worth it."

"We're going to be in a lot of trouble if we get caught." She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

You smirked mischeviously. "I never got caught... but I do accept the risk of taking it with me." I teased, raising my hands.

"Ron and Harry are the only reason I always get into trouble." She raised her finger as a warning and fought the playful smile that tried to creep its way onto her lips.

"Add me to that list, then." You winked teasingly, causing her to fumble on her words for a minute.

"O-Oh, you... you sly snake..."

You chuckled mischievously and took a step back towards the buzzing crowd. "Midnight, armour room !"

Her mouth fell open as she yelled after you. "I didn't say yes !"

You turned one last time and visibly shrugged. "You didn't say no." You laugh like a brat and finally disappear.

She scoffed in disbelief, but her smile couldn't fool anyone. She brushed away a strand away bashfully and whispered. "Why are they so annoyingly cute?"

Midnight was soon here, and you steadily made your way up from your common room to the alley of armour stands. In spite of the confidence you showed earlier, you couldn't deny the hurtful beating in your chest, a mix of hope and deep doubt. Your fingers were nibbling around your nails as you waited for her to come. The moment you spot her, your eyes light up, and an excited smile grazes your face. "You came !" I whispered, a slight sigh of relief passing your lips.

She rolled her eyes and muttered reproachfully. "I'm just here to make sure you don't do something stupid." Her eyes kept scanning around frentically, as if awaiting Peeves or Filch to jump out and surprise you.

You sighed playfully and reached to take her hand in yours. "How heroic of you... Now come on !" You chuckled and started to lead her towards the secret passage.

Hermione gasped, and her cheeks flushed. She couldn't worry about the ringing of your footsteps on the cobblestone floor or the chilly breeze brushing her skin. All she could focus on was being in yours, squeezing softly. She shook those thoughts out of her head. She didn't want to think about her silly crush too much.

"We're not going to the astronomy tower ?" She whispered when you got out of the passageway, outside the castle. Her hand holds onto yours tighter. Your thumb circled soothingly on the back of her hand.

"Indeed not." You chuckled a little louder now that you were alone. "We're going to the Black Lake; the caslte would block the view otherwise."

She gulped and glanced back at the shrinking castle. "Why did I accept it... ?" She mumbled. You turned back to her and smiled softly.

"It's okay, you're with me." Your reassuring voice was pushing her to keep moving forward. The tips of her ears were coloured bright pink, but thankfully the darkness covered the evidence of her heart.

Finally, you reached the bays of the lack. Dodging the branches that hide your secret spot. "Wait here a second." You grinned and let go of her hand. The loss of contact made her shiver, and she put her hands into her pocket, the winter slowly setting in.

"Lumos.." You searched for the bag you hid a few hours before you had to go back to the castle. Hermione squeaked when she saw you light up your wand and rushed to grab your arm.

"Put it down !" She groaned. You observed her for a second, simply blinking, before looking down at your linked arms. She followed your gaze and suddenly pulled away, blushing and rubbing the back of her head.

You chuckled nervously, your own blush matching hers. "Sorry, I just needed to grab the blanket." Once the soft fabric spread on the ground, you moved your arm towards it. "My lady.." You bowed your head with a teasing smile.

Hermione chuckled and slapped your arm. "Stop it."

You laid down next to her, and your gaze met the stars, welcoming the familiar sight. But this time, the feeling was different—better. Because she is here, right next to you. Your chest was slowly raising and falling. Being with her this way made you feel warm despite the cold, and knowing the two of you gazed into the same sky created a connection between you two.

Hermione sighed, totally relaxed, smiling at the stars. Minutes flew by, spent in a comfortable silence. The brunette was the first one to speak up. "It is quite relaxing; I'll give you that."

You chuckled and whispered. "The least I can do for you. You study so hard and still make time to help your friends."

She smiled bashfully before dismissing you, her eyes saddening. "But they're still fighting... I should do better. I should do better." She groaned at herself. "It always just feels..."

Tears welled up in her eyes, preventing her from speaking more. She swallowed thickly and stared into the wide night sky.

"Like, I'm not enough..." She sniffed, a tear rolling down her cheek.

Alarmed by her voice, you turned to her and rushed to comfort her. "You are trying the best you can, Hermione. And you are doing incredibly well !" You reassured her. "You are like the greatest person I know." Your hand grabbed hers on instinct, which got her attention.

Her beautiful brown eyes met yours, ready to brush off your praise. But instead, her breath hitched in her throat when she noticed your own eyes reflecting the bright stars. Her glossy eyes shine like a mirror. Taken aback by her beautiful and yet so sorrowful face, you gulped, your brain having a hard time creating full sentences.

"That's why I brought you here... I always come here to clear my mind and get away from all the  confusion."You twisted your fingers, not knowing how to formulate the words that wanted to pass through the barrier of your throat. "No one knows this place, so it's peaceful."

Her heart beats louder in her chest. No one knew this hidden spot by the lake, just you. It was your safe haven, where you felt relaxed and safe, and yet... you were willing to share it with her. Hermione was incredibly touched by your gesture. Her soft hand sneaked her way to yours and embraced it gently. A silent thank you. You squeezed back, too embarrassed to meet her eyes, and instead focused on the sky.

She smiles lovingly, though you couldn't see it. You were always so supportive, caring, and kind, despite your blood status or your different houses. It was at this moment that she realised the simple idea of not spending time with you like this ever again was unbearable.

"You are the sweetest slytherin I know." She joked in a whisper. You chuckled in response and hummed in pure comfort.

No, she wanted to stay here, your hand in hers, laying down, gazing at the stars. Hermione had spent so much time trying to forget her feelings for you that she didn't realise how, just like the stars that covered the entire sky, you took all place in her heart.

But never in a million years will she try to forsake you from it.

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[elcieford]

The Dragon & The Otter

Welcome to my latest WIP - this is an epistolary Dramione fic featuring a Durmstrang student Draco Malfoy, who decided to start writing to Hogwarts student Hermione Granger.

The letters start 10 Dec 1994, after the first task of the TriWizard Tournament, and before the Yule Ball.

Enjoy! xoxo 💌🦦🐉

[nadinebrooks]

Here is the link to my masterlist.

Ron Weasley x Reader: The Silent Slytherin's Stand

Warnings: Maybe a little bit of language. This one is a little bit longer than usual. I got carried away when writing.

The halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry bustled with activity as students hurried to their classes. Among the sea of robes, a figure quietly moved down the hallway. She did almost everything she could to avoid attention and remain invisible amongst her peers. 

(y/n) Rosendale was an extremely reserved and introverted Slythein who came from a well-known Slytherin family. Despite coming from an affluent family in the wizarding world, she had absolutely no interest in flaunting her lineage or acting stuck up like some of her other housemates. 

Her three older siblings had come through Hogwarts years prior and each made a name for themselves. Growing up with three sociable and extroverted siblings, it was hard for (y/n) to make a name for herself. Entering her sixth year, this was the first time that she would be at Hogwarts without someone at the school that she would be compared to. 

Upon her arrival, her professors expected nothing but greatness from her. Even though she was on the quieter side, she excelled in her classes and that was all her parents could ask for. 

(y/n)’s reserved nature caught the attention of the youngest Weasley boy. Ron had always found her beautiful, but he never mustered the courage to confess his feelings. Back in their fourth year, he contemplated asking (y/n) to the Yule Ball, but Hermione Granger, his ever-logical and cautious friend, had talked him out of it. 

Hermione found a book on (y/n)’s lineage and showed it to Ron. Someone coming from that type of family would instantly turn Ron down. She ended up going to the ball with someone from Durmstrang. The whole night Ron couldn’t keep his eyes off (y/n) as she danced the night away with him. 

He had never seen her act like that before. It was clear that (y/n) had been classically trained in dancing which wasn’t a surprise at all. Seeing her so carefree only made Ron want to know more. He just didn’t know how to go about it. 

When she was alone, (y/n) spent most of her alone time immersed in her two favorite subjects: Potions and Herbology. The quiet atmosphere of the greenhouse and the cauldron’s gentle bubbling provided solace and comfort to the introvert.

She found joy in the precise measurements, the delicate stirring, and the intoxicating scents that filled the air. (y/n)’s potions were always impeccable, and her hydrological knowledge surpassed even some of the most seasoned witches and wizards.

One evening, Ron found himself serving detention under the watchful eye of Professor Snape. Even though Snape wasn’t teaching Potions this term, his detention spot was still in the Slytherin dungeon. The dungeons were usually cold and foreboding, however, it seemed less intimidating with (y/n)’s presence in the back of the room.

Snape had known (y/n) ever since she was a baby. There were several complications when she was born and a lot of the potions that he provided her helped strengthen her. The two of them were close and she looked at him like an uncle. He liked having her in the dungeon with him. The two of them just existed in comforting silence working on whatever they felt like in the moment. When Snape stepped out of the room, the opportunity arose for Ron to strike up a conversation with her. 

“Hey (y/n).” He called out trying not to sound too nervous. Ron wanted to walk over to where she was, but he didn’t know how long Professor Snape was going to be gone. The last thing he wanted was for Snape to come back and he was looking over the shoulder of his favorite student. That would get him detention for the rest of the year. “Are you working on something interesting?”  

“Oh, um, I’m just experimenting with a love potion. Research purposes only.” She looked up from the brewing potion to meet Ron’s soft gaze. He blushed slightly. 

“Aren’t those banned here?” He raised his eyebrow in surprise. 

“Yes. But like I said, they’re just for research purposes.” 

“Huh. I’ve always wondered if those things really work.” His curiosity has peaked now. 

“They can be quite potent if brewed correctly. I can’t promise that someone will fall in love with you. Smitten may be a better word to use. I’m not an amateur potion maker Ron. I usually sell them. And some herbal remedies from well. But please don’t mention anything to Snape.” 

“Like hell I would mention anything to him. I don’t think you could do anything wrong in his eyes though.” Ron chuckled. “But why keep it a secret? Isn’t he your uncle or something?” 

“Yeah something like that.” (y/n) giggled glancing up at Ron and then back down at her potion. “I just don’t want him interfering or asking questions. It’s a personal endeavor of mine.” 

Over the next couple of weeks, Ron and (y/n) grew closer. They would meet almost every night at the Astronomy Tower. The tower provided a secluded haven where they would speak privately without any prying eyes. 

Their conversations ranged from trivial matters to deeper thoughts and dreams. Ron discovered that beneath his new friend's quiet exterior, there was a passionate and talented witch that just wanted someone to listen. Someone who would be patient enough to let her speak. Someone who wouldn’t look at her quietness as a weakness, but rather a strength. 

One day, the tranquility of their nightly meetings was interrupted when Draco Malfoy mustered up the courage to ask (y/n) out. She politely declined and began to explain to him that she was already seeing someone else.

Ron felt his face immediately heat up when he overheard the exchange. She had to be talking about him, right? 

Harry was grinning from ear to ear. Hermione was staring at him with a shocked look on her face.

Draco being the arrogant prick that he was, refused to take no for an answer. He made a big scene, his voice dripping with disdain. 

“Are you turning me down for a fucking Weasley?” Draco sneered. His face was contorted with disgust. “I heard the rumors, but I knew there was no way in hell you would be caught dead with a Weasley.” 

The Great Hall fell into a hushed silence as Draco Malfoy’s words echoed through the room. All eyes were now on (y/n), the usually reserved Slytherin who rarely spoke above a whisper. She was feeling a sense of embarrassment and anger as Draco’s derogatory remarks lingered in the air. 

“Draco please stop making a scene.” The girl was practically pleading with her housemate. She hated all this attention. “It’s none of your business who I choose to be with.” 

“Your father would be ashamed if he found out not only his youngest daughter but his pride and joy was messing around with a Weasley. They’re blood traitors. And you’re more than a disappointment to the Slytherin and Rosendale name.” 

His words cut deep, but something ignited within (y/n). There had been words that she swallowed for a long time and now they were bubbling to the surface. In a sudden surge of emotions and courage, she found her voice. And it was stronger and fiercer than ever before. 

“Enough, Draco.” Her voice rang all throughout the Great Hall. The clarity and strength shocked everyone, even Draco. He took a step back. “You don’t know anything about me. Not once have you ever sat down and really tried to get to know me. You just like the last name. You don’t know the Weasleys either. They are loyal, brave, and compassionate. They have qualities that you can’t even fathom. As far as the Slytherin name, it doesn’t define who I am or what I believe in. I refuse to be bound by the narrow-mindedness of pure-blood supremacy. And don’t you ever bring my family name into this. You and I both know the name goes back before yours. Lucius Malfoy couldn’t dream up a lineage like mine no matter how hard he tried.” 

The Great Hall let her words sink in for a moment before erupting into whispers and murmurs as the students tried to process what was happening. Draco stood momentarily speechless. (y/n) knew a retort was coming, so before that could happen, she turned on her heels and fled from the Great Hall. The weight of her own words and unleaded emotions had overwhelmed her. She fled to the one place where she could seek refuge. 

Ron Weasley had witnessed the entire confrontation and was astounded by (y/n)’s fierce defense of his family. He had always admired her quiet strength, but this new side of her left him in awe. He wanted to offer his support and he had a feeling where she would take off to. 

He followed her down the stairs and into the dungeon. She was hunched over a cauldron and Ron let her do her thing for a minute just sitting beside her. He would allow her to take all the time she needed to gather herself. 

“What are you making?” Ron asked after a while of sitting in silence. 

“Death Potion.” (y/n) responded without missing a beat causing Ron’s throat to get dry and he swallowed. 

“Are you going to give it to Draco?” 

“I’m kidding.” She offered him a weak smile. “It’s just the Draught of Peace. I’m sorry for causing a scene back there. That was completely out of character for me. I didn’t mean for things to escalate or for your family to be brought into something like that.” 

“You don’t have to apologize (y/n). You didn’t do anything wrong. You stood up for what you believed in and I’m grateful for that.” 

“Of course, I would stand up for you Ron.” She signed before walking over to one of the cupboards and pulling out a couple of ingredients. “You’re one of the very few people in this castle who has ever taken any interest in me. You saw beyond the quiet exterior and I appreciate it. Thank you.” 

(y/n) stood there for a moment debating if her next move would be completely out of pocket, but she thought about all the negative outcomes and just did it. She turned toward Ron who was standing beside her peering down at her potion with a hint of curiosity. She took a step forward and wrapped her arms around his midsection. 

Ron stood there for a moment trying to process what was happening. When he realized that (y/n) was hugging him, he instantly relaxed and wrapped his long slender arms around her. Both of them were in desperate need of some physical contact. Standing here in each other’s embrace carried a sense of comfort and understanding for the two of them. Without really wanting to, (y/n) was the first to pull away. She looked up into Ron’s freckled face. 

“You don’t have to thank me (y/n),” Ron said softly. “I’ve always seen you. Even when you thought no one did. You’re brilliant, kind, and more than deserving of attention. Just because you’re on the quieter side, that doesn’t make you any less important. To me, it makes you more intriguing.” 

Hearing that someone genuinely appreciated her was a mix of overwhelming and heartwarming. She had spent so much time hidden in the shadows of her older siblings that it was nice for someone to take notice of the real her. Tears started welling up in her eyes again, but this time they were tears of gratitude and relief. She never had anyone like Ron in her life before. Sure her older siblings had been understanding and easy to talk to. But it was hard for them to relate to what she was going through. 

As the months went by, Ron and (y/n) continued to meet in the Astronomy Tower. Their conversations started getting deeper than ever before. (y/n) could sit and listen to Ron talk for hours about his adventures with Harry and Hermione. He started during their first year when they came face to face with a giant game of chess looking for the Sorcerer’s Stone and then helping Harry get through the Triwizard Tournament. 

Over time Ron started to realize that he and (y/n) were more alike than he would have ever thought. The two of them were overshadowed by older siblings. People thought they knew who they were before getting to know them because of their last names. All they wanted was for someone to see them for who they really were. Maybe just spend some time talking to them and getting to know the person they were beyond the last name or the siblings.

She often felt like her ambitions in the realm of potions and herbology failed in comparison to the things Ron would talk about. However, Ron found himself hanging on to every single word she said.

(y/n) could read him A History of Magic and he would just sit there without even speaking. She would share stories of her experiments and her desire to help others through her creations. Ron would often joke that they could’ve used her during their second year when creating that polyjuice potion. 

“Have you ever thought about pursuing a career in potions or healing? I’m sure you could make a real difference?” Ron asked one random afternoon. The two of them were sitting out by the Black Lake together. News about their relationship had traveled so it wasn’t really a secret anymore. 

People weren’t sure if they were dating or just really close friends. The two of them didn’t even know the answer to that question. 

“I’ve thought about it. I mentioned it to my parents, but I don’t think they see it as a career field they’d like me to go in.” (y/n) had always wanted to contribute to the magical world through her potions. 

“You are so talented. Don’t let anyone hold you back from your dreams.” Ron’s voice was filled with convocation. This was someone he wanted so badly to succeed. Ron really saw her as someone with dreams and aspirations, but not some stuck-up Slytherin who nobody wanted to be around. “There is something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.” 

“What is it, Ron?” 

After spending countless hours together, Ron knew that his feelings toward (y/n) were real. They were real feelings that he couldn’t keep to himself. He expressed these feelings to Harry and he told him to just tell (y/n). They talked about so many things that nothing was off the table. So why should this be? Even if (y/n) didn’t feel the same way, he liked to think that they could still be friends. 

“So uh, I’m just going to come out and say it. You aren’t just someone that I admire. I’ve fallen for you. Honestly, I don’t know what I would do without you and I’m really hoping this doesn’t change anything between us if you don’t feel the same way. You’re one of the best friends I’ve ever had.” 

“Ron. I feel the exact same way.” (y/n) was grinning ear to ear. 

“Wait really?” Ron’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. This was new to him. He was not used to getting the girls he wanted. They always went for the famous Harry Potter or his hilarious older brothers. 

“Of course. You’re amazing Ron and I thought I made that known when I told Draco that I was seeing someone.” 

“I thought you were just trying to get him off your case.” Ron chucked. “I didn’t realize you were referring to me. Well in that case, would you do me the honor of going on a date with me?” 

“I would love to go on a date with you.” (y/n) happily agreed. 

Time seemed to stand still as Ron closed the distance between them. Their lips meet in a sweet kiss and the world around them seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the moment. 

[sailtomarina]

An Exchange of Pretty Faces

Hermione squealed as the Beauxbatons’ carriage appeared on the horizon, the powder blue globe led by a fleet of impressive Abraxan steeds that flew through the sky. She waited outside with a crowd of her fellow students, all of them bundled within their fur-lined red robes to stave off the winter chill.

“Hermy-own-ninny, shall I lift you on my shoulders?” Viktor teased from where he stood behind her, his large hands coming to rest on your shoulders.

“You will not!”

His chuckle caused a flush to rise along her neck and up to her cheeks. Her first and oldest friend at Durmstrang, Viktor’s teasing about her height had only increased as they got older and the difference between them widened.

“Maybe these French students vill match your stature better, kote.”

She turned to smack him on the arm, while he pretended to cower in fear at her harmless attack. Hermione ignored the glares of those around them. Jealousy and discrimination were familiar enemies at the school, something Hermione had learned from her very first year. Pureblooded ideologies ran rampant in Durmstrang’s halls, extending from students to teachers to the very foundations of the institute.  

Muggle-borns were not accepted at Durmstrang, and, normally, Hermione would have attended Hogwarts. She had been born and raised in her early years in England, but a terrible accident left her orphaned and in the care of a previously unknown magical ancestor, Hector Dagworth-Granger. The renown potioneer took to the northern territories for his research, bringing young Hermione with him.

Hermione wanted to thank whatever gods and circumstances made it so that she caught the eye of Viktor Krum, a prodigy Quidditch flier who didn’t take kindly to discrimination. It certainly wasn’t the dangerous sport that brought them together—she couldn’t stand flying and spent more time worrying about possible injuries than enjoying his games. They did share interests in Transfiguration and Ancient Runes, which was more than most of the fans who catered for Viktor’s interest could say for themselves.

“I hear some of their students count Veela in their ancestry. Isn’t that fascinating?” Hermione gushed, wondering if she’d be able to spot any of the likely suspects. Would they sprout wings, or might the Durmstrang students all be in danger of their infamous beauty?

“Perhaps, though I doubt that vill help them vin in the end.” 

Viktor referred to the entire reason for Beauxbatons journey to Durmstrang. Their month-long visit was the first of its kind in what was meant to be a friendly exchange of cultures. He had listened with amusement when Hermione likened it to Muggle exchange students. Instead of staying in a fellow student’s home, the Beauxbatons students would stay within the institute itself.

She jumped up and down trying to see over the people in front of her to catch a glimpse of the students exiting the carriage. From what she could tell, their uniforms matched the light blue hue of the carriage. She was relieved to see that someone had warned them about the time of year and made sure their cloaks were also lined with lovely white fur. Even from where she stood, she could tell they still shivered.

It wasn’t until much later after they’d followed the delegation into the castle’s banquet hall that Hermione got a chance to see one of the students far closer than she would have expected. Despite Viktor’s constant presence, she still found herself next to one of the few empty spots at their table.

“Is this seat taken?” She startled at the musical voice belonging to a boy she could easily imagine as a descendent of Veela. 

His hair, nearly white and of the finest texture she had ever seen on a boy, grew long and was tied together with a fine gold cord, allowing the ends to trail over the front of his shoulder. She might have been tempted to describe his features as too sharp, but instead felt caught by the lightness of his eyes, something else she had never before seen. They were the soft grey of her snowy owl’s wings.

“Ne. Have a seat,” answered Viktor from her other side.

The strange, beautiful boy dipped his head in gratitude and slid into place. Hermione’s face burned as she realized Viktor answered to cover her awkward staring.

“Excuse me, but are you Viktor Krum?” His eyes shone with curiosity as he looked past Hermione.

Great. Was he just another one of Viktor’s fans?

“I am.” They shook hands over her plate. Hermione had half a mind to smack hers atop theirs straight into her mashed potatoes.

“And you? What is your name?” Those pale orbs now looked curiously at her, and she was glad she hadn’t given into her impulse.

“My name’s Hermione Gr—”

“Hermione? Like in Shakespeare, or Homer?” Her name rolled off his tongue like a pleasant melody.

Her jaw dropped. This was the first time anyone had ever, ever asked about her name, and not to joke about the length, but from actual recognition.

“Shakespearean Hermione, from A Winter’s Tale. I’m surprised you knew!”

“Well, Hermione of A Winter’s Tale, I’m Draco Malfoy.”

“Draco, like the constellation?”

This time it was his turn to smile in delight at her connection. “The same! My family has a tradition of taking names from the stars.”

“Draco is a strong name,” Viktor said approvingly, causing the other boy to noticeably preen.

Hermione mustered up her courage. “I hope you don’t mind me asking…”

“Ask away.” Draco tentatively sipped at his borscht, before humming and taking several more spoonfuls.

“…but are you, by any chance, related to any Veela?”

Viktor snorted at the nonplussed look that crossed Draco’s face.

“No. Why do you ask?”

“Well, it’s just that, you’re so…” Hermione’s voice trailed off as she realized how silly what she was about to say sounded.

“What Hermy-own-ninny means to say is that you are very pretty. Vhite hair, vhite skin, sharp face,” Viktor elaborated for her, each item in his list a nail driving into her back.

“Oh! I, uh, no. As far as I know, there are no Veela in the Malfoy line.” She noticed Draco had a habit of playing with the ends of his hair. He did so now and when he’d first asked to sit next to her. “Thank you, though. I think you’re pretty, too.”

Rather than sound like the sort of automatic response one gave as a compliment for a compliment, he sounded sincere, but before Hermione could say anything in response, his next words wiped the smile right off of her face.

“What did you say your last name was, again?”

Usually, when someone asked for her family name, it wasn’t out of some passing curiosity to know her full name. It was because they cared, and cared greatly, about her lineage. They wanted to know if she came from good wizarding stock, to assess her worth in comparison to theirs.

“Granger. Hermione Granger.”

And there it was: the forehead wrinkle, the faraway gaze as the listener sifted through their knowledge to pinpoint anything that might signify importance. 

“Are you related to the Dagworth family?”

Now that did catch her by surprise. “Hector Dagworth-Granger is my great uncle.”

Draco’s eyes were piercing in their recognition. “You’re the Mudblood heir they spoke about in the newspapers.”

This wasn’t the first time Hermione had heard the derogatory phrase, but hearing it still cut her deeply now as much as it did the first time. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and reply, but Viktor beat her to the punch.

“Take that back, Malfoy,” he said, his voice shaking in fury on her behalf.

She registered surprise on Draco’s face, and saw the way his eyes flickered between the two of them in suspicion. “Are you two…dating?”

“Ve are not dating. Ve are friends, and vot you said is inexcusable. Apologize now or you can forget ever talking to us again,” Viktor insisted, his hand coming up to rest reassuringly on her back.

Draco stayed silent a bit longer as he stared at them both. He had already shifted slightly away from her, as if afraid they’d touch elbows like they already had multiple times from the start of their conversation. He opened his mouth, only to shut it once more.

That was enough of a message for Viktor.

The Bulgarian stood and held a hand out to Hermione, which she took without hesitation. Before she followed him away, however, she turned one last time.

“For what it’s worth, Draco, it was nice speaking to you. I hope you enjoy your time here.” She smiled sadly at the way he continued to look at her, his brow furrowed and lips tightly pressed together.

Perhaps, in another life, under different circumstances.

She hurried after Viktor, already intent on convincing him to finish writing his Transfiguration essay with her.

Grey eyes that shifted with his mood from pale ice to stormy clouds followed them all the way across the hall until they exited. Draco turned back to his plate, soup now cold and unappetizing in the absence of what he had hoped would be a couple of new friends. The plates in front of where they’d sat had already disappeared as if they’d never been there at all.

He was lucky Madam Maxime hadn’t heard their exchange, or she would have been livid. His own mother would have disapproved of his blatant display, one she would have deemed beneath their station despite her own husband’s use of the term. That was a large part of why he’d been sent to Beauxbatons Academy after all. As his mother would put it, it was long past time the Malfoys and Blacks put away their prejudices and looked to the future. Like a bigot, he had reverted to old insults.

He would try to find Viktor and Hermione and apologize like he should have done immediately from the start. Draco hoped they would listen. He wanted to ask Viktor to fly with him. He wanted to learn more about Hermione, no matter her last name. Did she like to read, like he did? Was her hair sentient? Its large mass was what had called him over to their part of the table in the first place.

Draco hummed as he finished the last of the pelmeni he’d scooped onto his plate. It was decided. He would look for them at breakfast the next day, and all would be well.

WC 1752

DHRMonth Prompt: Week 4 - Alternate Universe, September 25 - Beauxbatons/Durmstrang AU

Cross-posted to AO3

This prompt was super fun to imagine and write! I've said this before, I know, but I really want to read a longer story of this setting now. Why did Hector insist Hermione attend Durmstrang? Was it really out of affection or to keep her close for convenience? Or was it for another reason? Does Viktor actually harbor unrequited feelings for Hermione? And will Draco obtain their friendship like he hopes?

[dhr-ao3]

Strike A Match Let Him Burn

Strike A Match, Let Him Burn https://ift.tt/BDrFMJy by sodamnrad When Draco returns home from Durmstrang, he falls into a hard and fast sexual relationship with the beautiful witch he meets at the bar. The only issue is that she’s a Mudblood, and he’s a Malfoy. Words: 4444, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Durmstrang Student Draco Malfoy, Friends With Benefits, Casual Sex, Draco must find a pureblood wife, Hermione casually dating after Ron, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Possessive Draco Malfoy, Ruthless Hermione Granger, minor ron bashing, Alternate Universe - No Voldemort, Possessive Behavior, Jealousy, Jealous Draco Malfoy, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Toxic Draco Malfoy, Explicit Sexual Content, sexual fantasies, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Hermione Granger via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/ZvkEiL4 November 16, 2024 at 03:09PM

[andrealvsbooks]

Demons

Who is Lizbeth Potter really?

That's a question that gnaws at Lizbeth herself. All her life she has felt strange as if a piece of her life was missing, when at last it seemed that the moment of answers would come, everything seems to get worse.

What seemed like a simple tournament in which she would also see her boyfriend Peter Pevensie again, becomes her biggest problem while she deals with new powers, a new identity as hated as the girl who survived and lies.

Have I mentioned yet that she now has a voice in her mind that says it's her dragon pestering her all the time?

Yes, Lizbeth Potter's luck couldn't get any worse.

English isn’t my first language, so if you see any mistakes or things that look weird please tell me so I can fix them.

Chapter 1

POV Lizbeth

It's been two days since the Quidditch World Cup. Death Eaters showed up, and someone conjured the Dark Mark, which caused chaos that still feels fresh in my mind. After the train ride back to Hogwarts and receiving a letter from Sirius, I am now sitting in the Great Dining Hall, next to Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, my best friends, waiting for Dumbledore's welcome speech. Apparently, he has a very important announcement to give us.

Oh, I almost forgot: I haven't introduced myself. My name is Lizbeth Potter, I'm 14 years old, and although I'm just beginning to discover the extent of my powers, I already have a story to tell. I have a boyfriend named Peter Pevensie, whom I met in the Muggle world. He told me about a magical place called Narnia, and I confessed to him that I was a witch. We spent a lot of time together, but one day, he and his brothers just… disappeared. It was as if they had evaporated, as if no one but me remembered that they ever existed. Ever since then, I've been searching for answers.

When I returned to Hogwarts after that summer without Peter, I became obsessed with understanding what had happened to him. Eventually, I discovered that his disappearance was part of his return to Narnia. Now I wait patiently for the day when I can see him again. Because, after all, if magic allowed me to remember him, doesn't that mean we will meet again someday?

-Well, now that you are all seated I have some announcements to make: Mr. Filch the janitor has asked me to remind you that you are not allowed to do magic in the corridors, I also remind you that the forbidden forest is absolutely forbidden for all the students as well as the first and second year students are forbidden to go to Hogsmeade -Filch entered and approached Dumbledore, As I was saying - he continued, smiling at the crowd of students in front of him- we have the honor of hosting an exciting event that will take place over the next few months, an event that has not been held for over a century. It gives me great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will take place at Hogwarts this term.

-He's staying with us! -said Fred in a loud voice. Almost everyone laughed, and so did Dumbledore, as if appreciating Fred's intervention. -I'm not staying with anyone, Mr. Weasley -he replied, -although, speaking of staying with people, I was told a really good joke this summer about a troll, a witch, and a leprechaun walking into a bar… Professor McGonagall cleared her throat noisily. -Eh… Well, perhaps this is not the most appropriate moment…. No, it's true -said Dumbledore- Where was it? Ah, yes, the Triwizard Tournament! Well, some of you probably don't know what the Triwizard Tournament is, so I hope those of you who do will forgive me for giving a brief explanation while you think of something else. The Triwizard Tournament originated about seven hundred years ago, and was created as a friendly competition between the three most important schools of magic in Europe: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. A champion was chosen to represent each of these schools, and the three champions participated in three magical trials. The schools took turns hosting the Tournament, which took place every five years, and was considered an excellent way to establish ties between young wizards and witches of different nationalities as well as to invite rulers from one of the worlds around us… until the number of deaths grew so high that they decided to discontinue the tournament.

-The number of deaths? -Hermione whispered, a little frightened.

But most of the students in the Great Hall didn't seem to share that fear: many of them whispered excitedly, and even I was more interested in hearing more about the Tournament than worrying about deaths that had occurred over a hundred years ago.

-In all this time there have been several attempts to hold the Tournament again -Dumbledore continued -none of which were very successful. However, our departments of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Sports and Games have decided that now is a good time to try again. We have worked flat out this summer to make sure that this time no champion is in mortal danger.

I'm going to try it! -said Fred Weasley, his face lighting up with excitement at the prospect of such glory and riches. He must not have been the only one who was imagining himself as Hogwarts champion. At every table, I saw students looking at Dumbledore with rapturous expressions, or whispering to their neighbors in utter excitement. But Dumbledore spoke again, and the Great Dining Hall fell silent once more. -Although I imagine you are all eager to take home the Triwizard Tournament Cup -he said -the Headmasters of the three participating schools, in agreement with the Ministry of Magic, have decided to place an age restriction on this year's contestants. Only students who are of the required age (seventeen years of age or older) will be allowed to propose themselves for consideration. This -Dumbledore raised his voice slightly as some people made noises of protest in response to his last words, especially the Weasley twins, who seemed suddenly furious- is a measure we deem necessary since the tasks of the Tournament will be difficult and dangerous, no matter how many precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below the sixth and seventh years will be able to cope with them. I will personally make sure that no student under that age cheats our impartial judge to become Hogwarts champion -His light blue eyes sparkled especially brightly as he winked at Fred and George's faces, which showed an expression of defiance. So, please don't waste your time introducing yourselves if you are under seventeen. Now without further ado, let the Beauxbatons students enter!

Suddenly, the huge doors of the Great Hall opened with a solemn echo, and the murmur of students faded into an expectant silence. In walked a group of girls in elegant sky-blue uniforms, their cloaks billowing softly as they passed, as if a mysterious wind were surrounding them. Each of them moved with impeccable grace and amazing synchronization, performing a delicate and harmonious dance that caught everyone's attention. Their movements were smooth, and each gesture carefully calculated. It was impossible to look away. As the show progressed, I could see some of the students begin to blush, enraptured. Ron, in particular, was completely mesmerized, his cheeks taking on a bright red color that went unnoticed by anyone. Hermione, the twins and I couldn't hold back a laugh at his expression, a mixture of admiration and rapture that made him seem completely oblivious to our surroundings.

When the students finished their presentation, a huge woman appeared behind them and started walking towards Dumbledore. In all my life I had only ever seen one person as gigantic as that woman, and that was Hagrid. It seemed to me that they were exactly the same height, but even so (and maybe because I was used to Hagrid) that woman seemed even bigger. Taking a few steps, she stepped fully into the area illuminated by the dining room light, and it revealed a beautiful face with dark skin, large black crystalline eyes, and a sharp nose. She wore her hair tied back at the base of her neck in a shiny bun. Her robes were black satin, and a multitude of opal beads glittered around her throat and on her thick fingers. Dumbledore began to applaud. The students, imitating their headmaster, clapped as well, many of them standing on tiptoe to get a better look at the woman. Smiling graciously, she advanced toward Dumbledore and extended a glistening hand. Though Dumbledore was tall, he barely had to bend down to kiss it. -My dear Madame Maxime -he said -welcome to Hogwarts. -Dumbledog -Madame Maxime replied, her voice deep- I hope you are well. -In excellent form, thank you -Dumbledore replied.

Without another word Dumbledore directed the Beauxbatons students to sit at the Ravenclaw table while Madame Maxime sat at one of the free seats at the teachers' table. -Now, our friends from the north, let us welcome the proud students of Dumstrangs and their headmaster Igor Karkarov - said Dumbledore. For the second time, the doors of the Great Dining Hall opened, and this time they revealed a group of burly, imposing-looking young men. They were tall, with serious faces and intense gazes, and they moved forward in an intimidating line. Every step they took echoed off the ground, and with calculated movements, they tapped their staffs in unison. In perfect synchronization, they traced figures in the air with flames that seemed to emanate from their staffs, forming orange and golden sparkles that illuminated their faces and gave the place an almost mystical aura. Leading them was a man of sinister bearing, who wore on his shoulders a cloak of singular skin, smooth and of a silvery tone that reflected the light as if it were made of pure metal. His hair, of the same silver hue, fell in an orderly fashion.

-Dumbledore! -he shouted effusively as he climbed the slope- How are you, my old companion, how are you? -Splendidly, thank you, Professor Karkarov! -Dumbledore replied. Karkarov had a pasty, affected voice. He was tall and thin like Dumbledore, but his white hair was short, and his goatee (which ended in a small curl) did not quite conceal his weakly pronounced chin. Arriving before Dumbledore, he shook hands with him. -Old Hogwarts -he said, looking up at the dining room ceiling and smiling. His teeth were quite yellow, and notice that the smile did not include his eyes, which kept their cunning, cold expression- It's great to be here, it's great….. As the Durmstrang students made their way to the Slytherin table at Dumbledore's direction, we saw a boy, with his nose, prominent and curved, and thick black eyebrows. To recognize that profile I didn't need Ron's punch in the arm, nor did I need him whispering in my ear:

-It's Krum! I don't believe it! -Ron exclaimed in amazement- Krum, Lizzie! It's Viktor Krum! -Ron, for God's sake, he's just a quidditch player! -said Hermione. -Nothing more than a quidditch player? -He's one of the best seekers in the world, Hermione! I never would have guessed he still went to school! Before Ron could express his excitement any further, Dumbledore spoke again, causing the dining hall to fall silent again.

-And finally, we welcome the rulers of one of the many worlds that exist. This year we have the pleasure of welcoming the kings and queens of Narnia.

What?

The doors to the Great Hall slowly opened, and an imposing figure filled the doorway. A huge lion with golden fur and deep, serene eyes walked in with calm, confident strides. Following him, in an elegant formation, came Peter, Lucy, Susan, Edmund, and a taller young man with a noble bearing and dark hair I didn't recognize. Awe and excitement made me grip Hermione's hand, who seemed quite curious.

As they reached the front of the Great Hall, the lion stopped in front of Dumbledore. The headmaster greeted him with a smile.

—Aslan, old friend —Dumbledore said, bowing his head slightly in respect.

—Albus, it's good to see you again —the lion replied, his deep voice leaving us all astonished.

An absolute silence took hold of the room. Students and professors were stunned until Fred and George broke the tension.

—The lion... —Fred whispered in amazement.

—He spoke! —George added.

—Awesome! —they both exclaimed in unison, prompting some laughter among the students.

With a playful expression, Dumbledore looked at everyone and introduced:

—Dear students, it is an honor to present the kings and queens of Narnia: Queen Susan, Queen Lucy, King Peter, King Edmund, and King Caspian. They all come from a world called Narnia, filled with magic and adventures.

Following Dumbledore's lead, the kings made their way to the Gryffindor table, while Aslan walked toward the professors' table. I suspected he might be another judge for the Triwizard Tournament.

Fred and George, ever curious, quickly approached the newcomers.

—Hello, kings... —Fred said with a playful grin.

—And queens —George added with a slight bow.

—We’re the Weasley twins, and we welcome you to Gryffindor —they both said proudly.

Peter smiled and nodded formally.

—It's a pleasure to meet you, Fred and George.

The twins laughed, giving him a light pat on the shoulder.

—No need for so much formality, okay? —Fred said, winking—. Here in Gryffindor, we consider ourselves the lions of Hogwarts. We’re brave and loyal, and besides, the Potter family has always been in this house —he added with a proud smile.

I shot him a mildly annoyed glance at the mention of my last name, while Susan looked on with curiosity.

—Potter family? —she asked, intrigued.

—Yeah, yeah —George said, pointing at me—. Lizbeth Lilian Potter, our friend since day one. Come on, we’ll introduce you to her. We’ll tell you how she saved the Philosopher’s Stone, defeated a basilisk, and rescued her godfather.

As the Narnian kings approached, Lucy stepped forward and hugged me warmly.

—Lizzie! —she exclaimed with a big smile.

—Lucy! —I replied, wrapping her in an equally excited embrace.

Hermione watched the scene with a furrowed brow, clearly confused.

—Do you know each other? —she asked, looking at Lucy and then at me.

—Well... —I started to say, noticing Peter taking a seat next to me. With a calm smile, he took my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine, giving me the courage to continue—. We met in the Muggle world when Peter and his siblings moved near the Dursleys' house. At first, we were just friends, but over time, something more developed —I added, smiling—. Peter and I have been together for almost two years.

A murmur of surprise swept across the table. Just then, the food appeared on the tables, distracting everyone’s attention. As we ate, the conversation shifted to the Triwizard Tournament. When dinner ended, Dumbledore stood up again and walked over to a brown box next to the professors' table, capturing our attention once more.

—Your attention, please, I would like to say a few words —he said, standing next to the box—. Eternal glory awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament, but to achieve it, they must survive three dangerous tasks...

But at that moment, a deafening thunderclap rang out, and the doors of the Great Hall flew open. A man appeared in the doorway, leaning on a long staff and draped in a traveling cloak.

All heads in the Great Hall turned to observe the stranger, suddenly illuminated by a flash of lightning that lit up the ceiling. He pulled down his hood, shaking out a long mane of hair that was part gray and part black, and walked toward the professors' table. A dull thud echoed with each of his steps across the Great Hall. He reached one end of the professors' table, turned right, and limped heavily toward Dumbledore. Another flash of lightning illuminated the room. Hermione stifled a gasp.

That light highlighted the man’s face, and it was a face very different from any I had seen in my life. It looked as though it had been carved from a piece of wood worn by time and rain, by someone who had no idea what human faces looked like and who was also not very skilled with a chisel. Every inch of his skin appeared scarred. His mouth was like a slash at an angle, and a large chunk was missing from his nose. But what made him truly terrifying were his eyes. One was small, dark, and shiny. The other was large, round like a coin, and a vivid, electric blue. The blue eye moved constantly, never blinking, darting up and down, side to side, completely independent of the normal eye... and then it would turn white, as if looking inside the man’s head.

The stranger reached Dumbledore. He extended a hand as roughly formed as his face, and Dumbledore shook it, murmuring words we couldn't hear. He seemed to be asking the stranger questions, who shook his head, remaining unsmiling, and answered in a very low voice. Dumbledore nodded as well and gestured for the man to take the empty seat to his right. The stranger sat down and shook his mane to get the gray hair off his face; he reached for a plate of sausages, lifted it to what remained of his nose, and sniffed it. Then he took out a small knife from his pocket, poked one of the sausages at one end, and began to eat it. His normal eye was fixed on the sausage, but the blue one continued darting back and forth without pause, moving in its socket, focusing both on the Great Hall and the students.

—I present to you our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher —Dumbledore said cheerfully, as the room fell silent—. Professor Moody.

Normally, new teachers would be met with cheers and applause, but this time no one clapped, neither the professors nor the students, except for Hagrid and Dumbledore. The sound of their hands clapping resonated so sadly in the silence that they quickly stopped. Everyone else seemed too stunned by Moody's strange appearance to do anything but stare.

—Moody? —I whispered to Ron—. Mad-Eye Moody? The Auror?

—It must be him —Ron said, sounding scared.

—What happened to him? —Hermione asked in a very low voice—. What happened to his face?

—I don't know —Ron replied, watching Moody with fascination.

Moody seemed completely indifferent to this cold reception. Ignoring the jug of pumpkin juice in front of him, he rummaged again in his traveling cloak, pulled out a flask, and took a long swig from its contents. As he lifted his arm to drink, the cloak lifted a few inches off the ground, and I saw, from under the table, part of a wooden leg ending in a claw.

Dumbledore cleared his throat again.

—... just to clarify the procedure we will be following. But first, for those of you who don't know them, allow me to introduce Mr. Bartemius Crouch, director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation —there was a hint of polite applause—, and Mr. Ludo Bagman, director of the Department of Magical Games and Sports— They applauded much more for Bagman than for Crouch, perhaps due to his fame as a Quidditch Beater, or perhaps simply because he looked much friendlier. Bagman acknowledged the applause with a jovial wave of his hand, while Bartemius Crouch neither waved nor smiled when presented. Remembering him in his immaculate suit at the Quidditch World Cup, Harry thought the wizard’s robe didn’t suit him. His bristle mustache and the straight part in his hair looked very odd next to Dumbledore’s long, white hair and beard—. Messrs. Bagman and Crouch have been working tirelessly over the past few months on preparations for the Triwizard Tournament —Dumbledore continued—, and they will be with me, along with Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, and His Majesty, Aslan, on the panel that will judge the champions' efforts.

At the mention of the word "champions," the students' attention increased even more, dispelling the tension that Moody's entrance had caused. Perhaps Dumbledore sensed the sudden silence because he smiled as he said: —Mr. Filch, if you would be so kind as to bring the chest...

Filch, who had gone unnoticed but was paying attention in a corner of the Great Hall, approached Dumbledore with a large wooden box studded with jewels. It looked extraordinarily old. Murmurs of interest and excitement rose among the students. Dennis Creevey stood on his chair to see better, but he was so small that his head barely popped above the others.

—Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have already examined the instructions for the trials that the champions will have to face —Dumbledore said as Filch carefully placed the chest on the table in front of him—, and they have arranged all the necessary preparations for them. There will be three trials, spaced throughout the school year, that will measure the champions in many different aspects: their magical abilities, their daring, their deductive skills, and, of course, their ability to face danger. At the mention of this last word, an absolute silence fell over the Great Hall, and no one seemed to breathe.

—As you all know, three champions compete in the Tournament —Dumbledore continued calmly—, one from each participating school. The perfection with which they carry out each of the trials will be scored, and the champion who has obtained the highest score after the third task will win the Triwizard Cup. The champions will be chosen by an impartial judge: the Goblet of Fire.

Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped it three times on the top of the chest. The lid slowly creaked open. Dumbledore reached in to pull out a large chalice, roughly carved from wood. It wouldn't have drawn attention if it weren't for the trembling bluish-white flames that filled it to the brim. Dumbledore closed the chest and carefully placed the chalice on top so that everyone present could see it well.

—Anyone who wants to volunteer as a champion must write their name and the name of their school on a piece of parchment in clear handwriting and toss it into the chalice —Dumbledore explained—. The aspiring champions have four days to do this. Then, on Halloween night, the chalice will give us the names of the three champions it deems most worthy to represent their schools. Tonight, the chalice will be displayed in the entrance hall, accessible to all those who wish to compete. To ensure that no underage student succumbs to temptation —Dumbledore continued—, I will draw an age line around the Goblet of Fire once we have placed it in the entrance hall. No one under the age of seventeen will be able to cross the line. Lastly, I want to emphasize to all who are thinking of competing that careful consideration must be given before entering the Tournament. When the Goblet of Fire has selected a champion, he or she will be obliged to continue in the Tournament until the end. By putting your name in the Goblet of Fire, you are signing a binding magical contract. Once turned into a champion, no one can back out. So you must be very sure before offering your candidacy. And now it seems to me that it is time to go to bed. Good night, everyone.

As we all stood up, I took Peter's hand and quickly led him to a more secluded corner of the hallway. Without thinking twice, I hugged him tightly.

—I’ve missed you so much, Peter. I’m glad you’re here —I whispered without pulling away from him.

—I’ve missed you too, Beth, more than you can imagine. I love Narnia, but… by Aslan, I’ve never missed anyone so much —he replied. Hearing him call me by that nickname he only used filled me with warmth.

—How have you been? I can’t wait for you to tell me everything…

But before I could continue, Susan appeared with a soft smile.

—I’m sorry to interrupt, but Aslan wants to talk to us, Peter. It’s great to see you again, Lizzie.

—Su! I’m excited to see you too —I exclaimed, happy. I had forged a good friendship with her during the summers at the Dursleys' house.

—I’ll see you later, okay? —Peter said, though it was clear he wasn’t very happy to have to interrupt our conversation.

—Sure, don’t worry. Besides, I have to go show a new girl around the castle. We have the whole year to catch up —I replied, smiling as I caressed his hands.

We said goodbye with one last exchange of glances, and I headed off to find Professor McGonagall for instructions on where to find the new student. As I walked, I thought about how promising this fourth year looked.

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Duel - Chapter 1 - katiekrum - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

This is AU where James Potter lives, Voldemort is a politician instead of a psychopath, and Severus Snape doesn't teach at Hogwarts.

[ivyelizabeth1989]

“Granger is an exceptional witch,” Draco said loudly, getting to his feet, his eyes blazing. “And she was an exceptional case. As Ms Granger has said, most muggle born students spend their first few years struggling to adjust - “

“Because they don’t belong - “

Hermione watched as Draco’s jaw twitched and his hands curled into fists. She quickly interrupted, hoping to take back control.

“It is a divisive topic, but the wizarding world is changing,” she said. “As I mentioned, I have been in talks with members of your community as well as members of your ministry who are interested in changing that policy.”

“See the British government intruding in our vay. Durmstrang has never allowed mudbloods in…”

Hermione felt Draco tense next to her, but she gave a slight shake of her head. Draco sat down and the young wizard continued, “and we don’t intend to start, let alone help them… so they can vhat, steal our secrets?”

“Mr Poliakof,” the name came to her suddenly, and she hoped her voice had a scolding tone to it. She didn’t allow her smile to falter, but her voice was sharp, “muggleborn students deserve an education just as much as -“

Ivan turned to the rest of the delegates, his back to Hermione “don’t you see vhat they are trying to do. Make it easier for muggles to steal our vays - ”

“That’s not,” Hermione started, but the man continued.

“They vould sell our secrets, they vould steal of magic and -“

“If you could just please,” Hermione’s voice was rising. Flora and Nova were standing by the door and Hermione watched as they shared a dark glance and moved, just slightly, closer to Ivan.

“And this ministry mudblood…”

Before she could respond, Draco was back on his feet and shaking with rage. He had a finger pointed at the man, “shut your mouth, Poliakof.”

The man glared at Draco, “just because your ministry bitch…”

Before Hermione could stop him, before she could even breathe, Draco was across the room, his fist making contact with Ivan’s jar. Chairs scraped, there was yelling, and Flora and Nova were pulling a panting Draco off Ivan, but not before he had landed some well-placed jabs on Ivan’s face and arms. Ivan had pulled his arms up, too slowly, to try to protect his head.

With Draco off him and being held back by the two Aurors, Ivan got to his feet and tried to get to Draco, but the wizards from Uagadou were holding him back.

In the haste it seemed everyone forgot they had wands.

[fizzyfizu]

Accursed in the Lake’s Depths

Chapter 3 : Fawley? F-A-W-L-E-Y?

Harry J. Potter / reader

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      “Attention everyone!” It was Bagman speaking again “It has been decided that the judges will be needing more time to discuss the scores, due to uh..special circumstances”. By now it was crystal clear that Harry had indeed saved the completely wrong person, and needless to say Harry has freed you but at the cost of derailing this whole thing slightly; he also gave Karkaroff more of a reason to hate him. 

      “Everyone is free to leave the venue now, and lunch will be served at the great hall shortly after!”.  Everyone had started to make their way to the great hall after Bagman announced this, it seems that the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons champions had made their way to their respective headmasters' side.  Cedric had been joined by his friends, much like Harry, and so he made his leave.  Leaving you, Harry, Hermione, and Ron alone..well mostly alone, there were still some stranglers staying behind but whatever.  

      By now you and Harry were fully dry (Harry more so than you thanks to Hermione);  you found yourself standing awkwardly in front of the trio as they were still caught up in their own bickering.  Finally, Harry remembered your existence, and offered you an apologetic (and awkward) smile as he tried to divert the attention over to you.  “Guys–guys!” Harry’s sudden loudness elicited silence from the two of his friends.  

      “There's still another person here..” Slowly, they turned around from Harry and faced you, as they originally had their backs turned from you.  Awkward silence took over the group as Ron and Hermione had a silent fight on who was going to speak first, thankfully Harry got the message and broke the ice. “This is Y/N, Y/N Fawley.” Harry spoke, you could clearly see the gratefulness reflected in his two friends’ eyes.  “Right then, nice to meet you Y/N.  I'm Ron Weasley—blimey it feels odd to introduce myself for once..anyways, that's-” 

      “Fawley?  Like, F-A-W-L-E-Y, Fawley?  Wow..how interesting..and your name is Y/N?  That's a bit odd.” said the girl, you knew her name from when students around the lake would gossip but anyways, “Yeah..uhm sorry that it's a weird name..I guess?” despite it not being in your control, you couldn't help the apology that rolled out on instinct, people pleaser and all that.  “Oh!  No no, I don't mean it like that at all, but it's just that you disappeared from Hogwarts grounds ages ago, as in like, 50 years ago!  In fact you are thought of to be the ‘lady of the lake’, though I guess lady wouldn't be an accurate title considering your age..been debating that topic with my roommates for ages!  Anyways, is it true that you helped open the chamber of secrets?  Or is that just completely false?” 

      It was clear that she was rearing to ask more questions but took a moment to breathe.  You weren't used to being questioned like this but then again, all those assignments Slughorn used to assign that required everyone to start interviewing each other on the usefulness of anecdotes was helping..kinda.  Anywho, you heard Ron interrupt her little ramble, “Oh come off it, you can't tell me to stop ‘overwhelming’ Harry if you're just gonna go ahead and do this!” her ears went pink.  

      You tried to help her case by saying that you, truly, didn't mind one bit, but you found that she already made a rebuttal, “Hmph.  I’ll just save the questions for later then!  By the way, my name is Hermione Granger.  I hope to be great friends with you, seeing as you know the value of information gathering!  Unlike someone here..” truth be told you don't really know the value of ‘information gathering’ but right now you just needed a few friends to help you catch up on what you missed in these past..50 years was it?  

      “Y..Yeah!  I’d like to be friends too..Hermione.” You slightly smiled at her, and your cheeks were a bit pink.  ‘Dear Helga, being isolated from others really does things to you!  And Merlin’s beard, 50 years?  50 years have passed..all my friends, everyone I knew..they would be gone by now surely..’ you thought, it was depressing to think about really, the thought that all your old friends would be..well–old now.  And here you are, still physically and mentally 14.  It's as if time had stopped for you, but you must move on for now.  You will give that topic some more thought another time.

      “Great, now if that's all sorted can we go eat lunch now, I'm as hungry as one gets.” Ok well, now you felt a bit bad because of how long introductions took, but anywho he was right.  And frankly you started to miss sitting in the great hall, Helga this is making you realise just how much you took freedom for granted.  “Agreed..the quicker we get there the better.” And so the group of 4 made their journey to the great hall.  Guess you’ll just wait until after lunch to talk with Dumbledore.

A/N: ill have to move the meeting to the fourth chapter😔

[burynr08]

Blood Ties and Betrayal: Severus Snape x OC

Chapter 72: Stolen Breath

Spring term started just like any other on the following Monday. The students that had gone home for holiday break returned the night before on the Hogwarts Express. The Great Hall was filled with excited voices as friends gossiped over platters of bacon and pancakes. The hot topic was Hermione Granger attending the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum, and many wouldn't believe even at the insistence of all of those who had seen the couple with their own eyes. Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherins alike turned in their seats to stare at the bushy-haired fourth-year as if simply seeing her would somehow reveal the truth.

Krum was at his usual spot with the Slytherins, only a few seats away from Draco. The Durmstrang champion seemed oblivious to the blond's steely glares, but he had other things on his mind. The clue to the second task had not yet revealed any secrets to him. Karkaroff was already breathing down his neck about being prepared before the other champions.

At the head table, Cassie and Severus ate in silence. Cassie hoped her fiance's mind was occupied with something humdrum, like teaching his NEWT level students how to properly harvest fangtooth marrow. Imagining that Severus was focusing on something other than her current predicament was a reprieve. She wished she could shove her trepidations aside, but her current thoughts were beyond the castle.

Bianca had been murdered on her watch and she had no idea who was responsible.

David Havoc had divulged details about her followers. She didn't know what information had been compromised.

Today, she was to assist McGonagall with her sixth years and then help Hagrid unbox a juvenile Venomous Scurriour. What trivial, useless tasks. Who dared expect such normalcy from her when nothing, not any aspect of her life was normal anymore? Only days ago she thought convincing Severus to marry her was the biggest hurdle she could face. How could she focus on a wedding when she would be hunting down who had killed Bianca and Izzy and Gwydion Bates?

Cassie longed for Severus's undivided attention. His time was split among his career, his duties, his relationship, and now his apprentice. Kalina seemed more and more like a disposable pawn, something she could easily be rid of if she could only bring herself to do it. Intrusive thoughts turned into daydreams of explaining away Kalina's sudden departure from Hogwarts.

She liked to think she wasn't truly capable of such atrocities. Her family tree proved otherwise.

She missed Tonks. Rather than brainstorming ways to rid herself of a pretty blonde potions apprentice, Cassie thought of the Auror as she walked to the dungeons before lunch. Perhaps her cousin would have some mischievous advice about what to do with Kalina.

Severus would be prepping the base for Elasticity Elixir and wouldn't have time to eat in the Great Hall. Cassie wanted to ensure her fiance took a long enough break to eat something, or at least partake in a quick snog.

Severus was not in his classroom. Realizing he might still be in one of the greenhouses, Cassie sat down at his desk to wait. She pulled a stack of third-year essays toward her and only read through one sentence before she heard uneven footsteps coming from the Potions Master's office.

Cassie stood and whirled around just in time to face Mad-Eye Moody. The two stared each other down for a few moments before the retired Auror pulled a flask from his pocket and drank.

"A bit jumpy today, Black?"

"What were you doing in Severus's office?"

Moody took another drink. "The headmaster has given me express permission to search anywhere I see fit."

"That's absurd - "

"Take it up with him," Moody answered gruffly as he pushed past her. "Someone has it out for Potter."

"So searching through Severus's things is in the name of keeping Harry safe?"

Moody shot her a sardonic smile. "That's why I'm in this godforsaken castle instead of enjoying my retirement."

"I suppose you'll be searching my rooms next."

Moody shook his head, taking slow, cumbersome steps toward her until his face was inches from hers. "Who am I to question the mighty Cassiopeia Black?" He chuckled lowly, his breath smelling ripe and acidic. She stood her ground, glaring as both his eyes stayed fixed on her face.

She didn't realize she was holding her breath until Moody turned away. She was glad he was leaving before Severus arrived. He wouldn't take kindly to the ex-Auror rifling through his office, not that she could blame him. And yet, there was a question forming, something she needed answered.

"Have you spoken to Tonks, Mad-Eye?"

That vexatious smirk was back. He was enjoying seeing her squirm. "The ministry is keeping her busy."

"Of course," she said with a small nod. "But is she okay?"

Moody snorted. "She has all her limbs."

"That's not what I - "

"I know what you mean," he said. "If she wanted you to know more, I suppose she would write you back, now wouldn't she?"

It was like a punch to the gut. She let him leave without another word, processing his words while she waited for Severus.

A universe away in Devon, the Weasley matriarch sat in her favorite rocking chair. There, she could see most of the front yard and observe the plump, happy chickens pecking through the gravel. It was a rare, sunny day without a cloud in sight. The morning chores were done and Arthur had left for work by Floo only minutes ago. Molly hummed to herself as she charmed the needles in her lap to knit.

She reached for the dress catalog on the coffee table, flipping to the page that had been earmarked. Cassie had chosen a simple, elegant a-line gown for her to make. Sleeves were still in question, but Molly was fine with giving Cassie time to decide. The wedding was months away, after all.

The fireplace roared to life as Andromeda stepped into the cozy room. "I had to dig through four different boxes, but I found it!" she explained, excitedly brandishing a clump of white mesh at Molly.

"Dromeda, dear," Molly said as she hurried over to the other witch, "If we want Cassie to wear this, it must be treated delicately." She took the crumpled veil from Andromeda's arms and unfolded it, clicking her tongue as she looked it over.

"Nothing a few charms can't fix," Andromeda said with a wave of her hand. Molly shot her a look of disapproval.

"And Nymphadora? She's okay with Cassie wearing your veil?"

"Oh," Andromeda said with a sigh. "She's been so busy with work lately, that she's barely had a chance to write back."

"It sounds like the poor dear needs a holiday."

"Ted and I haven't seen her since before Christmas." Andromeda looked out the window, her mind elsewhere as her eyes fixed on a large brown hen outside.

"I'm sure she'll turn up soon," said Molly gently.

"Yes," Andromeda said with a small smile. "All I can hope for is that she'll finally have a day off soon. I miss her."

It was only days later that Molly sent a long, detailed letter about Aunt Dromeda's veil and the plans she had for making the wedding dress. It was a welcome distraction and Cassie was happy to read it while eating her breakfast. As she pictured a long, white gown, she noticed Severus reading over her shoulder. She caught his eye and the corner of his mouth curled into an almost undetectable smile.

The flutters in her belly and the buzzing in her chest lasted well into her day. It had been a long time since she felt so carefree while assisting with lessons. Not even the disastrous half-skunk half-stink bug that a fifth year had managed to produce in Transfiguration had soured her mood. She hummed in the shower as she tried to scrub the bitter stench from her skin. If it lingered, no matter. The Saints would just have to deal with it.

Tonight would be the second gathering since the murders. Last time, they had focused on mourning the fallen rather than trying to make sense of it. This time, as they gathered after dark in the heart of Puck's Glen, it would be all business.

Cassie and Romily Apparated in the trees and walked several yards to the gathered Saints. They sank to the ground, all dressed in dark robes, as their mistress approached.

Cassie told them to rise and Boros slithered to the ground as his mistress settled onto a conjured chair. The serpent explored the uneven forest floor as the meeting started. Maksim updated them on the ministry's activities, reassuring them that Fudge was as inept as ever. Cassie's attention wasn't truly peaked until a letter was read from the Magical Duma.

"Repeat the author of that letter," said Cassie. Amara Rebane, who had been flustered to be reading the letter to her mistress in the first place, scrambled to find the signature again.

"Khristina Baladin, my lady."

"I'd like to see it." Amara nearly tripped over her own feet as she rushed to hand the parchment to Cassie.

"Does Khristina work for Gryzlov now?" Romily wondered aloud as she peered at the letter in Cassie's hands. "It's going to be a lot harder to ignore their plea if she's in the mix." Cassie mulled this information over before requesting that Amara set up a meeting with Khristina.

She asked if anyone had made gains on Bianca's murder. No one had any information to offer her.

A blanketed silence fell over the forest as Cassie studied the dark figures in front of her. It was as if the nocturnal creatures around them sensed the poignant tension as well, as not even the faintest squeak or growl was heard as hooded faces waited in anticipation for nothing to come.

"In the spirit of transparency," Cassie began lightly, barely having to raise the volume of her voice. There would be no point. Everyone's focus was on her. "I would like to speak on David. You may or may not have noticed that he is not here." Some people looked around the group while others stayed still. A few voices murmured at the revelation. "At his request, the Oblivion Charm was used and he has been relocated."

An arm raised. Cassie, who found inappropriate hilarity in the irony that this mirrored the inside of a Hogwarts classroom, stifled a giggle. "Yes?"

"If I may inquire, my lady," started Rune Ridcully, a self-assured wizard who took immense pride in his occupation as a magical textbook editor, "But I would like clarification."

"By all means."

"Did Havoc choose oblivion as a less gruesome alternative?" he asked. Cassie raised a quizzical eyebrow at the tall wizard. Romily hissed her disapproval at Ridcully's boldness.

"As opposed to what?" Romily snarled. "Dismemberment? Castration?" Ridcully visibly deflated, understanding he had overstepped.

"David did not want whoever had taken advantage of him to be able to do it again," explained Cassie. "Although had he not volunteered for it, I would have suggested it myself. Let it be a warning to all of you: there is danger for anyone that reveals their loyalty to me. Until we discover who killed Bianca, you must be extremely careful." She made a point to look directly at Rune Ridcully when she added, "Although if your mind is invaded, I vow never to dismember or castrate you as punishment."

Back at Hogwarts, Kalina had just returned from the dungeons. Tonight's brewing session had been especially difficult, but not because of what Master Snape had made her prepare. The blood-warming tonic had been easy enough to make, even though it had been a large batch in preparation for the upcoming Triwizard task. It was how he made her feel.

He had been a perfect gentleman, voicing his expectations as he moved about the classroom like a swan, plucking ingredients from his stores. She told him numerous times that she had memorized the layout of his classroom and was capable of prepping. He still insisted upon it. He looked straight into her eyes when he asked if she needed anything else before he turned his attention to the pile of essays on his desk.

Things were going so, so well. They worked in near silence for almost an hour and Kalina dared to glance up at Master Snape as she stirred her burnt orange elixir gently. He looked tired.

"Where is the professor's assistant tonight?" she asked him. In the last several weeks, she could no longer bring herself to refer to Cassiopeia as his betrothed. It was too painful. If Master Snape noticed her transgressions, he hadn't let on.

"She is attending to matters off grounds," he answered simply, dipping his Martial eagle quill into the inkwell before marking again. Kalina's heart danced in delight. She had gotten him that quill as a Christmas present.

"Would you like help grading essays when I am finished?"

"That won't be necessary."

"I will be done soon."

"I'm sure you have better things to do than read the striking thoughts of second years."

"I insist, Master Snape." She finished the blood-warming tonic and used her wand to siphon it into six large glass bottles. After setting them aside, she pulled a chair up to Severus's desk and helped herself to a stack of essays. It wasn't long before Augusta Gardiner's writing had her sniffling under her breath. Master Snape was unamused until Kalina read the opening sentence aloud.

"'Fire Protection Potion is used to protect an already burning fire'," Kalina read through her now quite audible laughter. The Potions Master pinched the bridge of his nose as his apprentice broke down in giggles.

"Don't waste your time reading the rest," he hissed, snatching the parchment from her and marking it with large, annoyed strokes of his quill.

Kalina didn't move from her chair until the grading was finished. Her master dismissed her for the night, but a burning question that had formed many moons ago was still lingering in Kalina's mind. For whatever reason, tonight it was threatening to burst from her throat.

"Master Snape?"

"Yes, Miss Karkaroff?" He responded absentmindedly as he rolled up the essays and stowed them away neatly in the bottom drawer of his desk. His mind seemed elsewhere, and yet she couldn't bring herself to turn back now.

"Would there be a...need...for a potions apprentice next term?"

His attention returned to the classroom and his black eyes were now directly on her. Her breath caught in her throat. "That is not something I will consider until the end of the current term."

"Of course," she responded quickly, "I was just thinking that I have already learned so much from you, and there is so much more that I could - "

"I cannot give you an answer until future events have taken place." He said it with so much force, so much finality, that Kalina knew there was no use in trying to discuss it further. With a slight nod, she turned and left the classroom.

No tears had fallen on her trek through the dungeons. There was a sense of relief after she had reached Miss Black's classroom, but a clanging noise made her jump. Her sorrow quickly morphed into surprise. "Hello?" she called.

Professor Moody stood up from behind Cassiopeia's desk. "Returning from making some potions, eh?"

"Yes," answered Kalina as she crossed her arms over her chest. Draco Malfoy and Cedric Diggory would occasionally be studying here before curfew, but this was new.

"And what were you and the Potions Master working on this evening?" he asked gruffly.

"Blood-warming tonic."

Moody clicked his tongue. "That seems like a rather novice potion for you."

"It is needed for the upcoming task."

"Ah yes, the Triwizard Tournament," he said, clunking a few steps toward her. He had a few books in his hand, likely taken from Cassiopeia's desk, but the spines were covered by his arm. "It does take precedence over everything else in this castle, it seems." Kalina, fully intending to leave the conversation and head to bed, turned away from Moody before he spoke again. "What else has the Potions Master been teaching you, Miss Karkaroff?"

With a hand on the doorknob, Kalina said, "That's privileged information."

"Why? Is he teaching you something illegal? Dark magic?"

"No!" she protested quickly as she whirled around. That fake, electric blue eye was fixed on her again and she felt sick to her stomach. "It's just something kept between master and apprentice, Professor Moody."

"It seems like you're hiding something," he muttered, taking another step closer to her. She yelped as she backed into the door behind her. She froze as she tried to remember where her wand was. Was it her right pocket or her left? Or maybe in her knapsack? "I am here not only at Dumbledore's request but on the ministry's good graces. Now, I doubt you need a reminder that dear Uncle Igor didn't particularly enjoy the idea of being locked up in Azkaban. So perhaps if you give me a complete list of what you and old Snape have been working on, I won't have to suggest to the minister that Karkaroff go back there permanently."

Kalina could barely breathe. Her vision was swimming in front of her as she nodded ferociously.

"I'm going to need you to say it, Miss Karkaroff."

"A list, yes. A list," she whispered.

"Good little witch."

He left without another word. She managed to get herself inside her borrowed quarters, lock the door, and empty the contents of her stomach into a nearby vase.

"A pub?" an exasperated Khristina questioned as soon as Cassie and Romily entered the Three Broomsticks. "I ask you for help and you want to meet in a pub?"

"It's as good a place as any," Cassie said as Khristina pulled her into a tight embrace.

"I am thrilled with the idea of booze," said Khristina, "but we will need privacy."

"We have a room rented," Romily said, pointing toward the staircase. "I will order drinks."

Cassie and Khristina cast barrier charms and Romily locked the door after bringing a tray of dragon sours from the bar. The three witches sat around the small round table, savoring the fruity burn of alcohol in their throats before getting started.

"Tell me," Cassie said, sipping again, "why Gryzlov needs my help."

"The Krasnota have all but taken over the Magical Duma. It will be weeks - days, even - before the ministry's strongholds are broken and all hope will be lost."

Cassie leaned back in her chair as she considered Khristina's statement. "And why is this my concern?"

Khristina's jaw dropped slightly, and she glanced over to Romily, perhaps to find support. "They are terrorizing all of magical Russia, killing innocents, tearing apart families - "

"Correct me if I'm wrong," Cassie interrupted, "But the Krasnota have been doing this very thing for over fifty years. Perhaps the problem is Gryzlov."

"He's been doing everything he can think of. He contacted Martese a couple of months ago. Hired me, Bogdan, and Viggo."

"That should be more than enough help."

"Viggo is dead," Khristina said gruffly, taking a long drink and emptying her glass. Romily placed a full one in front of her. "Bogdan was captured the day I wrote you the letter."

Cassie swallowed thickly. "Why didn't you say so?"

"I will not put sensitive information in a letter that could be intercepted." Khristina looked out the window and sighed before continuing. "I am asking for your help, Black, and yours too, Boucher. It is not only that I want my brother back. There is a good chance that he is already dead. If the Krasnota take over, our entire way of life will be threatened."

Cassie bowed her head. She knew what that felt like. How dare she brush this off as something trivial.

"I cannot go until after the second task," she said quietly. "Romily, would you be willing to lead some of the Saints?"

"You cannot go after the second task," Romily retorted sharply. "You will be in no shape to duel!"

"I can't go before. If something happens to me, then Harry will be in danger - "

"Excuse me," said Khristina, looking wildly between the other two witches, "What do you mean?"

"I have prior life-and-death commitments to attend to," Cassie said, knowing it wasn't much of an explanation. "In the meantime, I will send some of my followers."

Khristina stared at her, dumbfounded. "Followers?"

They finished their drinks and moved through Hogsmeade quickly, eager to Apparate to Puck's Glen. It would be Cassie's first time using Izzy's charm to call the Saints of the Blood for an unexpected meeting. Her heart hurt when she thought of the young witch's sacrifice in her service. How many more would die fighting Gryzlov's war?

The forest was filled with the sound of Apparition. Khristina looked around in confusion as the wizards and witches, including Romily, dropped to their knees in front of Cassie. She pulled an awkward half-curtsy, half-bow before the Saints stood. Cassie covered her bark of laughter with her hand.

They listened to Cassie in silence as they always did. So many of them volunteered to drop everything in their lives to fight at Cassie's request. She selected twenty of them to go with Khristina and Romily.

She hoped she appeared calm and confident in her decision. On the inside, she felt sick and twisted, like she was gambling twenty people's lives.

"I will join you," she assured them as the chosen prepared to touch the Portkey that Gryzlov had sent with Khristina, "As soon as my work during the second task allows me."

Romily shot her a look of disapproval. Cassie shot her a sardonic half-smile. In a matter of seconds, she and the others were gone in a whirl of wind and magic.

The days passed and the second task grew closer. Cassie received letters every other day from Romily, much to Severus's dismay. He didn't think she needed the added stress. Fortunately, her followers seemed to be faring well as they fought the Krasnota. So far there were no reported deaths, and Khristina had learned of Bogdan's whereabouts.

The morning of February twenty-fourth, a Bubo owl dropped a small letter in front of Cassie and Severus stabbed the sausage on his plate so aggressively that grease squirted on Cassie's blouse. She glared at him as she used her wand to rid herself of the stain.

They didn't dare discuss the contents of the letter at the head table. There were too many potential eavesdroppers, especially now that the entire castle knew they were planning a wedding. Draco said countless bets were going on among the students about when they would fight. The extra scrutiny was far from wanted.

Some of the students would have won long ago if they had seen Cassie and Severus in private. This morning was no different. The tension spilled over as soon as they were locked away in Severus's office.

"Why Romily feels the need to inform you of every minuscule detail - "

"Because I ask for them, Severus!"

"There is nothing you can do from here! Why worry yourself?"

"I sent them there!" Cassie snapped, knowing she sounded like a broken record. "If any of them get hurt or killed, it's my fault!"

"A reality you knew would be possible when they agreed to it!" He snatched the letter from her hands and glanced it over. "It seems Gryzlov has gained the upper hand after Romily's involvement, so why invite the unneeded stress - "

"You wouldn't understand!"

Severus slammed his hands, along with the letter, on top of his desk. "I 'wouldn't understand'," he repeated icily. "People fighting and dying for a cause is exactly something I understand."

Cassie let out a deep sigh. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Then what did you mean, Cassie?"

"This is my responsibility, my followers."

He approached her slowly, his large hands gently gripping her upper arms and sliding to her shoulders. After a few silent moments, he placed his pointer finger under her chin and raised her face to meet his, effectively grounding her thoughts. "Today you have a different responsibility."

"I know."

"Have you mentally prepared yourself to go through this again?"

Cassie glanced over to Severus's desk. There were dozens of tiny vials of sunflower-yellow liquid waiting there. Vampire antivenom. "It doesn't really matter if I have, does it?"

Severus turned her face back to his again and placed a kiss on her forehead and then on her nose. Finally, his lips pressed against hers as he pulled her into a tight, all-encompassing embrace. For the first time that morning, she felt some of the tension leave her body.

As they pulled apart, Severus visibly flinched. He grabbed his left forearm without thinking and Cassie reached out to him. He slinked away from her like a dog that had just been kicked.

"You're needed in the hospital wing," he said softly. Cassie swallowed down her dread.

The betrothed couple walked down the corridor, passing hordes of excited students who were heading out to the grounds. Almost everyone, including the staff, was headed to the Black Lake.

Filch waited by the main gates with a list of expected guests crumpled in his hands. Percy Weasley in Barty Crouch's place was the first to arrive. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were next, chatting animatedly at the prospect of watching the second task with Harry. Then Ludo Bagman showed up ten minutes late. Filch almost didn't unlock the gate for him.

He was closing it back up when another face, one with dark, kind eyes, suddenly appeared.

"Eh, who might you be?" Filch questioned irritably.

"Ansel Vingativo," said the broad-shouldered wizard with a warm smile. "I'm here to watch the Triwizard Tournament."

"Not on my list," Filch barked. "Bugger off."

"A friend from the ministry," wheezed Moody as he clumped down the pathway. "Sorry I didn't tell ya, Argus. It was a last-minute thing." Filch eyed the two wizards warily. "Dumbledore owed him a favor. An Auror thing, you see."

Filch sighed in annoyance, shoving the large black key into the lock once more. "Next time if they aren't on the list, they aren't getting in!"

"Understood," said Ansel, shooting the caretaker a smile as he ambled away.

Cassie could see the flickering of candlelight from underneath the hospital wing's doors as she and Severus drew closer. The simultaneous feelings of both foreboding and elation battled within her very core. Her brain told her to run and yet every nerve in her tingled in anticipation of being within such proximity of Stellan. As she crossed the threshold, Severus instinctively steadied her conflicted body.

Stellan was standing only feet from the door, engrossed in conversation with the headmaster. Sensing Cassie's arrival, he stopped midsentence and turned to smirk at her. "Ah, Cassiopeia," he drawled. "What a pleasure it is to finally see you again."

Having Dumbledore in the room gave Cassie a small sense of safety. Unable to find her words, she looked at the older wizard, silently pleading that he would stay.

"The second task begins in thirty minutes," said Dumbledore, gesturing toward the nearest bed. "I suggest we get started."

The very breath left Cassie's body as he stepped through the door and out of sight. Of course, he had other matters to attend to. She shouldn't have been so stupid as to hope he would stay.

"I'm here, Cassie," Severus reminded her gently.

The feral part of her mind still wanted to fight, wanted to run, because the last time she had been in this situation her blood had been drained. She would be on the brink of death again.

She would be at the vampire's mercy.

She swallowed down what fear she could. She couldn't allow herself to fall apart.

"Yes, boy," Stellan said with a low chuckle, "Hand her over to me."

Severus guided Cassie's protesting body over to the impossibly large vampire. Familiar, warm hands released her to cold, vile fingers that gripped her forearms like talons. Cassie glanced at Severus but instantly wished she hadn't. The look of despair and regret on his face far outweighed her own fear. Tears began to stream down her face.

"Now, now," Stellan said soothingly, dropping to his knees before pulling her wrist to his mouth, "We both know you've craved this." Cool, undead breath brushed her skin, and she closed her eyes. She waited for his fangs to pierce her.

She gasped as his tongue dragged along her wrist. Shivers trailed up and down her spine despite her disgust. "You know what I want," Stellan whispered.

"Just get on with it!" Severus snarled.

"It is painless for her this way," Stellan said simply. "All I require is for her to open her eyes."

Severus argued, but as soon as Cassie locked eyes with Stellan all other squabbling was drowned out. The ice-blue eyes pulled her in more quickly than they did last time.

She slumped backward onto the bed before Stellan had finished drinking. The words 'don't stop' fell from her pale lips and then she fell into a blissfully black, quiet slumber.

Severus coaxed replenishing elixirs down her throat. She slept more. Then the screaming started.

Stellan's torture was less of a shock this time, yet Cassie turned away so she didn't have to watch. She grimaced as she pulled herself over to him, the stench of burnt flesh filling her nostrils. Severus was ready for the binding magic to leave Stellan fangless until after he started healing. He slashed Cassie's flesh open so a steady stream of blood ran down her arm.

Cedric Diggory had placed first with Viktor Krum coming in a close second. The entire castle was abuzz with the idea that the Hufflepuff champion had a chance to win the cup.

Cassie dreamed all night of Stellan. She was certain she had orgasmed twice in her sleep. Severus gave her the first dose of antivenom in the morning and she hoped it would stop.

The ancient vampire had left with Diolinda and Vauntie in the safety of darkness. He was weak but recovering nicely. As much as he loved tormenting Cassie and Severus, he said he would much rather be back in Akureyri.

Cassie slept well into the next day. She drank potions, ate when she was told to, and slept some more.

In the evening, a house-elf hand-delivered a letter to the hospital wing. Cassie was alarmed to see starkly different handwriting from Romily's. It was from Dashiell Smith.

My Lady,

Most of our forces have been killed or captured. Romily is behind enemy lines. Your assistance is greatly needed.

Cassie swung into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Her head spun. As she tried to regain her balance, Madam Pomfrey bustled to her side.

"Cassiopeia, you must rest - "

"I have to go!"

"Where do you think you must go in this state?" the nurse snapped, placing the back of her hand on the younger witch's forehead to assess her temperature.

"I'm lucid," Cassie croaked as sweat poured from her pale face. "I'm just needed elsewhere, now - "

"Cassiopeia, I must insist!"

"Poppy," Cassie said, looking the nurse dead in the face. "If you try to keep me here, you'll have to duel me."

Madam Pomfrey jumped out of Cassie's way. She stood, wavering a little on her feet before she was able to shrug off her hospital gown. She heard the nurse mutter something and then 'Severus' fell from her lips as she rushed back to her office.

Severus. He might tie her to a chair or help her get to Saint Petersburg. Either way, she had to tell him before she left.

She stuffed handfuls of blood replenishers into her pockets before pushing open the hospital wing's doors. The corridors were empty as she slowly trudged her way to the entry hall.

She called for Boros. He was somewhere wandering the corridors, but she wanted him near her. Hopefully, any stray students wouldn't hear her slurred hissing.

She shoved open her classroom door. The large snake was nowhere to be found. She was about to leave when she heard something beyond the door that led to her quarters.

"Draco?" she called, aggravated that her cousin thought it would be wise to go through her things. She had given him the liberty of using her classroom, what more did the kid want?

She flung open the door. What greeted her sight was more horrifying, more traumatic than any half-dead, skinless vampire or any tortured, twisted Muggle she had seen in her youth. She would rather have relived those nightmares tenfold than be subjected to what was in front of her eyes at this very moment.

Kalina was on Cassie's loveseat, completely naked, her shiny blonde hair loose and free down her back. Her long legs were spread wide apart. The Potions Master was stooped between them, thrusting, grunting with effort, and completely unaware of Cassiopeia's sudden presence.

Kalina, however, had taken notice. Her green eyes went wide in shock and she gripped Severus's white shirt. "Miss Black?" she squeaked.

The thrusting stopped. Cassie didn't bother to wait for her fiance's reaction. She slammed the door and with a quick wave of her wand, sealed it to the surrounding wall. If neither of them had their wands on them, they were going to have a hell of a time getting out of there anytime soon.

Cassie huffed as she moved quickly to the main doors. Boros, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, slithered up her leg and wrapped himself around her shoulders. Cassie kissed him on the head and the first tears of agony began to fall from her blue eyes.

"Mistress is sad," the snake noted.

"I don't have time to be sad. We have work to do." As she neared the main gates, she grasped the blood-replenishing potions in her hands and threw them down. The vials shattered into a million tiny pieces, covering the ground with bright red liquid. She wouldn't drink another potion brewed by Severus. Never again.

She Apparated to Puck's Glen. Khristina had stored several well-hidden Portkeys there. Cassie grabbed one disguised as a cigarette butt and together with Boros, disappeared.

Back in Cassie's sitting room, Kalina was hastily pulling her dress back on. "Master Snape, I am so sorry! I should have been more careful!" she said, sniffling. She didn't know how they had been discovered. She was certain that Severus had locked the door and cast sound barriers.

"Don't worry about it," her master said lowly.

"Would you like me to stay in my uncle's ship for the time being? I'm sure he won't mind."

"That won't be necessary."

Kalina felt a small twinge of hope in her utter embarrassment. Was he going to leave Cassiopeia for her? "Oh, but what should I do if I run into her? Surely, she is going to be very angry - "

"I said don't worry about it," he snapped. Kalina shrunk back from him for a few seconds before going to place a hand on his shoulder.

"Master Snape," she said quietly. "All I wanted was for this to happen."

Finally, his eyes met hers. A smirk she had never before seen him wear broke his cold features. "Me, too, Karkaroff."

He bade her a quick goodnight, allowing her to give him a chaste peck on the lips. He had to get somewhere more private, and fast.

The Polyjuice potion containing Snape's hair would be wearing off in a few minutes, but not soon enough in Crouch's opinion. The last thing he wanted was to be caught by the Potions Master himself.

He made it to a broom closet on the second floor without being seen. For a few lingering seconds, he relished in the feeling of being himself before he pulled out his familiar flask. Just like that, he was Moody again.

He hated losing his eye and his leg every time he transformed from his real body back to Moody's. He was confident, however, that soon he would be free to be himself.

[princesscatalina99]

Harry Potter Golden/Silver Trio Era Discord RP Group

18+!

Themes May Include: Strong Fantasy Violence, Strong Fantasy Violence, Small Private Fantasy Sexual Scenes, Small Consumptions of Alcohol & Drugs, Strong Dark Fantasy Themes that may make people uncomfortable

Small Introduction:

Hey there! I have done many iterations of this and honestly I just miss it! I hope you all will take the time to read this over as i spent a lot of time on this and it's not fun when people don't read everything.

Plot:

This does go chronologically through Harry Potter's years at Hogwarts and the struggles he deals with as well as his friends and enemies at school. But not only will we be following Harry Potter but some other characters.

My main character, Catalina Thorne, has gone through quite a lot. Not by any means as much as Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. But she has dealt with things her classmates and friends could scarcely ever go through. She had to watch her life unfold as a lie and had to lie about the true death of her family. She has to keep a secret of the family safe. The one person she shouldn't trust her secret to is the son of a death eater. But Catalina, the shy sweet innocent girl that she plays, goes and gets a crush on the worst person she can, Draco Malfoy. Can she manage to keep her family secret when her boyfriend's family is one of the darkest wizarding families? Find out!

Rules:

1. Please make sure you know Wizarding World lore and background. I will make a channel for information if anyone has any questions.

2. Sexual activities must happen in a private channel and with the proper procedures. The students can only do this if you are in year 5. Younger years are allowed to do hand holding and kissing and the like.

3. You are allowed to play as many characters as you can control. Just please don't play too many that it's a burden for you.

4. Any ocs are allowed. Just please provide a bio and picture and let it be approved beforehand.

5. Please no fighting for ships. I have set some but if you want to create one, let me know

6. I will need help to make this group as making groups isn't my forte. I'm not great at creating a bots channel. So if you want to help me, please inform me immediately.

7. I would like you all to be semi literate to literate and speak in full sentences. The more details, the better!

8. If you need a refresher course in how to make bots and tulls, let me know. I forgot after a while but once you learn, it's not hard to do!

9. Have fun and make friends!

Canon Roles and My OC Roles-

Beauxbatons:

Fleur Delacour:

Gabrielle Delacour:

Olimpe Maxime:

Creatures:

Buckbeak:

Chinese Fireball:

Crookshanks:

Dementors:

Dobby:

Firenze:

Golgomath:

Hedwig:

Horntail:

Lucy the cat: Taken by me

Nagini:

Mrs. Norris:

Unicorn:

Death Eaters & Allies:

Alecto Carrow:

Amycus Carrow:

Antonin Dolohov:

Augustus Rookwood:

Avery Jr:

Barty Crouch Jr:

Bellatrix Lestrange:

Corban Yaxley:

Crabbe Sr:

Fenrir Greyback:

Greyson Thorne [talk to me about playing this character]:

Goyle Sr:

Lord Voldemort:

Nott Sr:

Peter Pettigrew:

Pius Thicknese:

Rabastan Lestrange:

Rodolphus Lestrange:

Scabior:

Thorfinn Rowle:

Travers:

Walden Macnair:

Durmstrangs:

Igor Karkaroff:

Viktor Krum:

Ghosts/Poltergeists:

Bloody Baron:

Fat Friar:

Helena Ravenclaw:

Myrtle Warren:

Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington:

Peeves:

Gryffindors:

Alicia Spinnet:

Angelina Johnson:

Colin Creevey:

Cormac McLaggen:

Dean Thomas:

Dennis Creevey:

Fred Weasley:

George Weasley:

Ginny Weasley:

Harry Potter:

Hermione Granger:

Katie Bell:

Kenneth Towler:

Lavender Brown:

Lee Jordan:

Neville Longbottom:

Oliver Wood:

Parvati Patil:

Percy Weasley:

Richard O'Reilly: Taken by me

Romilda Vane:

Ronald Weasley:

Samantha Rockwell: Taken by me

Seamus Finnigan:

Hogwarts Teachers & Staff:

Alastor Moody:

Albus Dumbledore:

Argus Filch:

Aurora Sinistra:

Bathsheda Babbling:

Charity Burbage:

Cuthbert Binns:

Dolores Umbridge:

Filius Flitwick:

Gilderoy Lockhart:

Horace Slughorn:

Irma Pince:

Minerva McGonagall:

Pomona Sprout:

Poppy Pomfrey:

Quirinus Quirrell:

Remus Lupin:

Rolanda Hooch:

Septima Vector:

Severus Snape:

Sybill Trelawney:

Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank:

Wilkie Twycross:

Hufflepuff:

Beatrice Haywood:

Catalina Thorne: Taken by me

Cedric Diggory:

Ernie Macmillan:

Grim Fawley:

Hannah Abbott:

Justin Finch-Fletchley:

Roman Harmon: Taken by me

Susan Bones:

Zacharias Smith:

British Ministry:

Amelia Bones:

Barty Crouch Sr:

Cornelius Fudge:

Kingsley Shacklebolt:

Rufus Scrimgour:

Muggles:

Dudley Dursley:

Petunia Dursley:

Vernon Dursley:

Order Members:

Aberforth Dumbledore:

Alice Longbottom:

Arabella Figg:

Carson Thorne [please talk to me about playing this character]:

Charles Weasley:

Dedalus Diggle:

Elphias Doge:

Frank Longbottom:

Hestia Jones:

Mundungus Fletcher:

Nymphadora Tonks:

Sebastian Thorne [please talk to me about playing this character]:

Sirius Black:

William Weasley:

Winky:

Parents:

Amos Diggory:

Lucius Malfoy:

Narcissa Malfoy:

Xenophilius Lovegood:

Ravenclaws:

Anthony Goldstein:

Cho Chang:

Duncan Inglebee:

Eddie Carmichael:

Grant Page:

Jason Samuels:

Jeremy Stretton:

Luna Lovegood:

Marietta Edgecombe:

Marcus Belby:

Michael Corner:

Padma Patil:

Penelope Clearwater:

Randolph Burrow:

Roger Davies:

Terry Boot:

Xiaojung Starling: Taken by me

Slytherins:

Adrian Pucey:

Blaise Zabini:

Daphne Greengrass:

Draco Malfoy:

Elizabeth Farnon: Taken by me

Flora Carrow:

Graham Montague:

Gregory Goyle:

Hestia Carrow:

Marcus Flint:

Millicent Bullstrode:

Pansy Parkinson:

Theodore Nott:

Vincent Crabbe:

Ships-

Harry Potter × Cho Chang (year 5 fling)

Harry Potter × Ginny Weasley (years 6-7)

Ronald Weasley × Lavender Brown (year 6 fling)

Ronald Weasley × Hermione Granger (year 7)

Dean Thomas × Ginny Weasley (year 5-6)

Draco Malfoy × Catalina Thorne (years 3-7)

Theodore Nott × Catalina Thorne (year 6 fling)

Richard O'Reilly × Xiaojung Starling (year 7)

Elizabeth Farnon × Pansy Parkinson (years 4-7)

Lord Voldemort × Bellatrix Lestrange

Arthur Weasley × Molly Weasley

Vernon Dursley × Petunia Dursley

Rubeus Hagrid × Olympe Maxime

Lucius Malfoy × Narcissa Malfoy

Remus Lupin × Nymphadora Tonks

Bill Weasley × Fleur Delacour

Please comment accordingly. I spent a lot of time on this using intense research and time on this.