#em greyback

[enbysiriusblack]

childhoods of marauder characters:

james- grew up in a wealthy neighbourhood in liverpool with occasional trips to mumbai to visit family. other than the trips to india where he could hang out with his cousins his age, he didn't have other friends and grew up very lonely before marlene moved next door when they were about eight, and she became his first non-family member friend. he mostly played quidditch or walked around the garden playing make-belief, very outdoorsy kid. mcgonagall is his godmother/his mum's best friend and ex, so she was around fairly often and he loved trying to play pranks on her (and always failing). his parents gave him anything he asked for and tried (but struggled) keeping up/playing with him. so he didn't really understand not getting his way or what he wants. he grew up with the idea of love being an unconditional thing, and if you love someone then you give them everything you have and are

remus- grew up in a small village in wales with no other kids around. he never travelled very far, other than to the nearest town when they needed something they couldn't get from neighbours or make themselves. his friends were the neighbour's sheep and dog, and his family's chickens. he struggled knowing how to act around people, and his parents didn't really want him around people as they were very overprotective for his safety after greyback bit him, and he was very separated from popular culture. he spent most days indoors reading, knitting with his mum, or watching and talking to the sheep, and doing household chores. he grew up thinking people would hurt him if he got close or he in turn would hurt them, and knowing that he'd have to try twice as hard as the other kids to have a good future

peter- grew up in either essex or kent in a seaside town. he was raised by his mum with his dad out of the picture, but his mum took in homeless/run away kids and taught them life skills and found them jobs, so she didn't give him much attention and expected him to be able to look after himself. so he spent his days walking around town and the beach, collecting stones and shells and painting on them. he was constantly surrounded by people, but never got attention from them. the people his mum took in also had a lot of mental health issues or addictions, so he learned a lot of more adult things quite young, as well as having a paper round when he was 10 to be able to spend time at the arcade instead of just walking around the street. he grew up with the idea that childhood was very fleeting so he valued that more than anything, as well as growing up with the idea that he had to put his life into his own hands and no one else would look out for him but himself

sirius- grew up in islington, london. occasionally going to france or other countries for holidays or special events they were invited to- like charity galas and annual balls. grew up in a family that were losing their money, with the aristocratic class fading away, but were desperately trying to cling onto upper class lifestyle. was expected to be quiet and polite and act like a grownup, but never did. had prospective friends visit all the time but he never got on with them (evan rosier being one of them), which made his parents give up after a while. his parents wanted him to be quiet and studying constantly (if not socialising with other respectable families) so it gave him an easy way to pretend he's studying in his room whilst sneaking out to explore the muggle world. he grew up thinking he was shameful to the people around him, which only made him want to be more shameful cause fuck em, since he was also taught just by being born, he was superior to others (which he slowly unlearnt)

regulus- grew up in islington, london. occasionally going to France or other countries for holidays or special events they were invited to- like charity galas and annual balls. grew up in a family that were losing their money, with the aristocratic class fading away, but were desperately trying to cling onto upper class lifestyle. was expected to be quiet and polite and act like a grownup, which he did. unlike, sirius he did not have prospective friends visit as he wasn't the heir and his parents thought him too strange and awkward for other respectable families. his parents wanted him to be quiet and study constantly so he did just that, other than when he played piano or cello which he had permission by his parents to do anyway. he grew up thinking he had to constantly impress his parents to live up to sirius' easy charming personality and brains, as well as being taught that just by being born, he was superior to others (which he never unlearnt)

lily- grew up in a small town nearby woods (i like the idea of her being scottish but i cannot imagine a scottish severus, so maybe her family is scottish but moved to midlands of england). her parents both worked full time and did a lot of overtime/work out of hours so petunia looked after lily and the house most of the time, leaving lily to go out and play. she was very outdoors-y and hated being at home all day, unlike petunia, so she'd go out to the woods to find severus and play with him, or visit the nice old ladies down the round or go to the park (big fan of the swings) or collect bugs. petunia always seemed so much more grown up than her, and when she did more and more magic, they grew even more separated and lily spent less and less time at home. she grew up with the idea she had to be mature and high achieving to get petunia to want to hang out with her, and that the world in general could seem like a scary or dangerous place but that there was really goodness and kindness and nice things in it all

mary- grew up in plymouth, devon. her dad was in the fishing industry and had quite unreliable hours, which made her more close to her mum, but she still got on well with both of them. she had an older sister who got on with them less, since she was a goth and a lesbian and didn't care what people thought, and their parents are a bit more traditional, but tried being openminded- mary looked up to her a lot despite being very different people. she had a lot of friends and went to a lot of kids clubs (like gymnastics, arts & crafts, performing arts, etc.) also i see her as muggleborn, so she went to primary school obviously and had lots of friends from there). grew up with the idea people are people and you should accept them for their differences (cue friendship with alt butch lesbian autistic marlene), and you should always do what you think is best for you, despite what other people want from you

marlene- scottish but moved to liverpool at around eight years old and met james. is the youngest, and has a few older brothers. her family is very traditional so her mum tries to spend the most time with marlene and teach her feminine qualities, although marlene just wants to go out and play quidditch or go to james' and throw mud at each other for 5 hours. grew up catholic and kept her faith, goes to church every Sunday and does confessions when shes old enough. had meltdowns often as a kid, especially having undiagnosed autism with a mum who wants you to do the opposite of what you want all the time, and she'd run over to the potter's to calm down. grew up thinking she was 'too much' (my beloved quinni variant) and had a lot of religious issues to work through (especially concerning her sexuality)

dorcas- grew up in belfast with their dad. she'd accompany him to building sites (her dad's a builder) often when no one was available to look after her, and they'd play around in the safe areas and the other builders would go talk to her/play with her whilst on their breaks. grew up in a flat with a lot of friendly neighbours in the building who helped raise them. their dad would go out with workmates to the pub after work, when they could, so she spent a lot of time there and always got given free juice and crisps (kids going to pubs is a very normal thing in the uk btw!) had a large sense of community, but not much experience with making friends their own age. grew up with the idea that the world was a dangerous place (its northern ireland in the 60s...) but also that change comes from the people and she could do whatever she could to help others

emmeline- grew up in south korea at a young age but moved to scotland to live with her grandparents (on dad's side) at around six/seven to learn english and prepare to go to hogwarts (her dad grew up in scotland and went to hogwarts). her parents expected her to be studying in the years before hogwarts started, but she never really did (other than her grandfather teaching her english and her grandmother teaching her a few charms). went to a 'bright futures' club and made a few friends there, as well as her fake order of merlin that she began carrying everywhere. she sent letters to her dad constantly, lying about her fast progress and only received a few letters back. grew up thinking she had to achieve greatness or she was worthless, and had to constantly get attention from loved ones by whatever means she could

[phoebe-delia]

One Day More (Harry Potter Version)

Okay I have written a little HP-themed parody of "One Day More" from Les Miserables. Because it wouldn't leave my mind once I thought of it.

I'm sorry if this doesn't make much sense to read over text, especially the ending since it's technically a bunch of characters singing their parts until they all come together for the last few lines. If you're not familiar with Les Mis I suggest you listen to the song before you try to read the lyrics.

ALSO a few notes here. I have put commas and dashes in order to indicate the rhythm at which certain words are said to fit with the timing/rhythm of the original lyrics, if that makes any sense. Also this IGNORES some of canon. Dumbledore is alive, and I basically just sorta wrote what I wanted without regard for what had actually *happened* on the day before the war.

Also, yes, this takes place (in my AU) the day before the final battle.

Here's a link to the original song.

[Dumbledore:] One day more A day that divination long forebode

The seeds I planted then will now be sowed. The orphaned babe from decades past

Will fin'lly fill his fate at last One day more [Harry:]

My life-long war could be near end

Will—I-see-days, beyond tomorrow? [Dumbledore:] One day more [Ron & Hermione:]

How long we wasted in denial

But what, is left I’ll share entirely

[Draco:] How have months undone my life? [Ron & Hermione:] I regret the pain I’ve caused [Draco:] How’s my enemy my hero? [Ron & Hermione:] All the pride I let consume [Draco:]

Could it be I’ve been so wrong? [Ron & Hermione:] I will fight here by your side [Draco:] Could he ever take my hand? [Remus:]

I’ll avenge them one by one

[Harry:]

All I’ve done has led to now

[Remus:]

But their deaths won’t be in vain

[Harry:]

I will do what’s right and just

[Remus:]

Victory now won’t bring them back

[Harry:]

Riddle’s reign will end with me

[Remus:] But my marauders fight with me! [All:] The time is now The day is here [Dumbledore:] One day more! [Voldemort:] One more day till I’m triumphant

I’ll be on my well-earned throne

They are foolish child fighters

They will soon learn to obey [Dumbledore:] One day more! [Bellatrix & Greyback:] Little tyrant tykes

Screamin’ for their mums

Fun to teach ‘em lessons

About who’s in charge Spook ‘em with a sneer

Hit ‘em with a hex See ‘em runnin, squealin

Like a pen of pigs! [The D.A. Students:]

This is not a war we started

This is not a fight we chose

But if they won’t lend an ear

We will shout our battle cries

This ends with our generation

Evil won’t win on our watch

Stand your ground and raise your wands

[Harry:] My place is here I fight with you! [Dumbledore:] One day more!

[[ALL SUNG AT THE SAME TIME]]

[Ron & Hermione:]

How long we wasted in denial

I swear I’ll never leave your side

And all the time I’ve got I’ll give you [Draco:] Could he ever take my hand? [Voldemort:]

I will finally kill that Potter

Now his luck is all run out

They will see that he’s no hero

They will worship me instead [Dumbledore:] One day more! [Bellatrix & Greyback:] Little tyrant tykes

Screamin’ for their mums

Fun to teach ‘em lessons

About who’s in charge [Voldemort:] One more day till I’m triumphant

I’ll be on my well-earned throne

They are foolish child fighters Tomorrow fills the prophecy [Dumbledore:] Tomorrow is the fated day Tomorrow fills the prophecy [All:] Tomorrow nothing that we’ve known will ever be the same again One more fight One more war One day more!

[arliedraws]

Uuh wait I love that!! But is it automatically breeding kink when you want to get someone pregnant?

Anyway, we don't know mich about werewolf sirius yet, but wouldn't he be scared as fuck to hurt James or inherit his condition to the kids? But on the other hand sirius is supposed to be a dad so much and he is absolutely gone for James

Lol I figured it was a breeding kink but it doesn’t have to be!

Hmm, so I’m undecided on the second part.

- I think he’s already a “dad” to the werewolf kids. My hc is that the kids in the pack are all werewolves who were turned by Fenrir “Get ‘Em While They’re Young” Greyback.

- Sirius caused a few (accidental?) pregnancies as a teenager within the pack when it was under Greyback’s leadership, but I hc that most werewolf pregnancies are unviable because the monthly transformations—like maybe the shifting of organs, etc—end up killing the fetus or the pregnant person. (Which, of course, would leave Sirius traumatized).

- Considering this, I believe Sirius would be the former—as he grows closer to James, he becomes more and more terrified that something will happen to him.

[dhr-ao3]

O poder das pequenas gentilezas

O poder das pequenas gentilezas https://ift.tt/37JmsXW by Hermionegrangerbrazil Hermione é capturada durante a caçada do trio de ouro pelas Horcruxes e Voldemort decide que ela será estuprada coletivamente por todos os comensais da morte, depois será morta, decapitada e, junto com o seu corpo fatiado, ele enviará à Ordem as memórias dela do estupro coletivo. Apesar de detestar Hermione, Draco tenta ajudá-la a escapar do trágico destino. Ele não tem como desafiar Voldemort pela força, mas tem uma coisa que o arrogante lorde das trevas não esperava encontrar em um menino tão jovem: inteligência muito superior à média, esperteza e o dom de mentir com convicção, de ocluir e de se adaptar a qualquer situação. Words: 3285, Chapters: 4/?, Language: Português brasileiro Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Voldemort (Harry Potter), Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Fenrir Greyback, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Rape, Rape/Non-con Elements, Romance, Drama & Romance, Mental Anguish, Kidnapping, War, Violence, Good Draco Malfoy, Virgin Hermione Granger, Love, Idiots in Love, Falling In Love, Love Confessions, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy In Love, Protective Draco Malfoy, Rape Recovery, Sex, Fluff and Smut, Angst and Romance, Adventure & Romance via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/lbNtwOi October 28, 2024 at 09:37PM

[amarionetista]

Clichê ou mal entendido?

Em um dos seus intervalos na enfermaria de Hogwarts Cha se encontrava terminando um dos trabalhos de Transfiguração, sua mão no automático, escrevendo todas as palavras que lhe vinham à mente no momento, depois que voltasse ao dormitório a leria e veria qual palavras manter e cortar quando fosse passar a limpo no pergaminho.

  Sempre foi assim enquanto conciliava seus deveres escolares com a ajuda que oferecia a madame Pomfrey na enfermaria, mas dessa vez havia algo em sua mente que bagunçava esse equilíbrio que Chiara tanto zelou para manter. Seus olhos saíram da folha e pararam na pena que segurava em sua mão.

  Ela era nova e havia sido um presente de Penny, uma Lufana gentil e popular. Chiara também era da Lufa-lufa e conhecia Penny tão bem quanto toda Hogwarts. Tudo que Chiara sabia sobre Penny antes era que ela era a melhor com poções e também era conhecida e querida por praticamente todos da escola.

  Mas quando Melissa, uma das melhores amigas de Penny se aproximou dela durante o ataque de Fenrir Greyback a escola, na noite de Halloween, isso criou uma ponte entre elas.

  Um fato sobre Chiara que somente quem ela confia totalmente sabe é que a jovem bruxa é um lobisomem. Penny parecia ter sido atingida por uma maldição imperdoável quando soube disso. Melissa contou a ela depois que uma amiga de infância de Penny fora morta por um lobisomem e isso gerou nela um pavor completo de lobisomens.

  Com isso em mente, Chiara estava pronta para que Penny se afastasse, que ela não quisesse tê-la por perto, como se a visse como uma bomba relógio prestes a explodir.

  Mas não foi o que aconteceu. Talvez ser amiga de Melissa tenha dado a Penny coragem o suficiente para dar a ela um voto de confiança, mesmo que o fato de Melissa correr riscos desnecessários e que isso sempre se voltava contra ela não fosse algo conhecido por poucas pessoas.

  Apesar disso, a amizade entre elas cresceu. Com Penny parecendo cada vez mais relaxada perto de Chiara, sorrindo quando a encontrava na sala comunal da Lufa-lufa.

  Mais cedo naquele ano elas se encontraram no Beco Diagonal para as compras de material daquele ano e decidiram visitar as lojas juntas. Penny então se perdeu em um loja cheia de ingredientes de poções, seus olhos brilharam quando ela praticamente arrastou Chiara para dentro e encheu seu caldeirão até a boca de ervas, penas, ferrões e outras coisas.

  Do lado de fora Chiara notou como Penny lutava para segurar todo o peso extra que havia adquirido com a última compra, sem pensar muito ela lhe estendeu seu caldeirão dizendo:

— Coloque seus livros aqui. Eu carrego eles para você.

  O rosto de Penny explodiu em tons vermelhos e ela gaguejou uma pergunta para Chiara, dizendo também que poderia levar tudo se ficasse muito pesado.

— Está tudo bem, Penny. — Chiara sorriu para ela, um costume que havia pego para convencer pacientes teimosos a tomar seus remédios. — Eu sou mais forte do que pareço. 

  Com isso Chiara agora tinha os livros de Penny dentro de seu caldeirão também, estava realmente pesado, mas Chiara não queria dizer nada sobre isso depois de ver o sorriso agradecido de Penny.

  Talvez tenham visitado mais uma ou duas lojas quando Penny parou diante uma vitrine muito bem polida e com letras douradas anunciando materiais para estudantes de Hogwarts.

  Penny lhe disse para esperar do lado de fora, que ela não demoraria e então correu para dentro. Chiara ficou lá, tentando pensar no que Penny compraria, pois se lembrava de ter visto pergaminhos em seu caldeirão quando se encontraram. 

   Quando voltou Penny entregou a Chiara um embrulho elegante que continha cinco belas penas brancas. Chiara olhou para boquiaberta, lutando para fazer as palavras saírem como ela queria, mas Penny foi mais rápida em dizer:

— Fique com elas, Chiara. É um presente.

  De volta a realidade Chiara sentiu seu coração bater um pouco mais rápido com a lembrança, cada detalhe tão vivido que era quase como se ela pudesse sentir o perfume de Penny caso se esforçasse um pouco mais.

— Ah não, de novo não. — Ela ouviu madame Pomfrey exclamar enquanto avistava Melissa adentrar a enfermeira. Seu queixo e mãos estavam machucados, como se tivesse caído e os ralado.

   Prevendo o sermão que sua amiga tomaria se madame Pomfrey a atendesse Chiara deixou a pena e o pergaminho de lado e correu até Melissa, a puxando para um banquinho próximo a porta.

— Estava duelando com Mérula novamente? — Chiara perguntou enquanto limpava os machucados antes de lançar o feitiço certo.

— Você sabe como ela é…hunf…sempre querendo ser a maior bruxa de Hogwarts.

— Ainda sim é estranho você sempre aceitar duelar com a sua namorada. Ela não pode pedir isso a Diego ou a outro alguém?

— Mas é divertido vê-la feliz quando ganha. — Melissa comentou com olhos brilhantes. — É bom ver o sorriso em seu rosto.

  Chiara apertou os dedos em volta da sua varinha, o hábito de guardá-la no bolso de trás de sua calça esquecido e perdido em algum lugar de seu cérebro quando a memória do sorriso de Penny lhe surgiu como uma forte luz ligada no escuro.

— Está tudo bem, Chiara? — Melissa perguntou preocupada.

— Preciso de dicas. — Chiara disse antes mesmo de pensar direito.

  Desde que recebeu o presente de Penny havia aquela sensação de que necessitava retribuir, que também deveria dar algo a Penny. Não era uma sensação de obrigação, mas Chiara sentia que queria retribuir o gesto.

— Bom, me deixe pensar — Melissa disse enquanto deixava a mente viajar por alguns momentos. — Você sabe, Penny é uma excelente preparadora de poções…

  Isso trouxe a Chiara uma memória, ela se lembrou de quando Rowan e Melissa lhe contaram algumas de suas aventuras, como a vez que Rowan distraiu o professor Snape para que Melissa pudesse roubar um dos ingredientes da sala.

— Não iremos roubar nada do Snape. — Chiara pediu depressa, fazendo os olhos de Melissa se abrirem mais por conta da surpresa. — Ele me ajuda tanto com a poção do Acônito. Não quero estar em maus lençóis com ele. 

— Não, não Chiara. Não vamos roubar nada dele. Eu iria dizer que Penny tem que lidar com diversas ervas e outras plantas, acho que ela pode gostar de receber flores. McGonagall nos ensinou um feitiço que invoca um buquê. Posso praticar com você.

— Agradeço. — Chiara sorriu. — Mas se vou dar flores a Penny acredito que seria muito mais significativo colhê-las eu mesma.

— Então tente colher margaridas. Tenho certeza que ouvi Penny dizer a Rowan que as adorava.

Após isso Chiara teve muito com o quem ocupar sua mente, a lição de transfiguração esquecida por um momento, ainda tinha dias o suficiente para terminá-la e isso certamente não ocuparia tanto tempo.

  Então ela decidiu começar a trabalhar. Foi até Hagrid e lhe pediu algumas poucas abóboras para preparar doces e bebidas e o guarda caças pareceu mais que satisfeito em ajudá-la a encontrar as abóboras do tamanho certo.

  Agora ela estava nas pradarias das criaturas, longe o bastante dos pelúcios para que os copos e talheres não lhe chamassem a atenção. 

   Ela havia colhido flores naquela manhã e as embrulhado cuidadosamente em um papel amarelo com um laço branco que Diego a ajudou a fazer. Suas mãos ajeitando tudo ao seu redor na tentativa de se distrair daquela ansiedade que a situação trazia.

— Chiara! — Ela ouviu Penny chamar alegremente enquanto se aproximava. As vestes do uniforme deram lugar para uma camisa verde água folgada e um short jeans branco. — Recebi sua coruja. Você queria me…

  Penny congelou onde estava, olhando toda a cena com um leve espanto em seus olhos. Chiara então se aproximou.

— Eu queria fazer algo especial para você. — Chiara disse enquanto lhe entregava o buquê. 

— Isso tudo é para mim? — Penny perguntou incrédula, mas um sorriso surgindo em seus lábios, o que ajudou Chiara a relaxar.

— Uhum. Você merece e eu realmente queria que fosse perfeito.

  O rosto de Penny explodiu em vermelho, um contraste e tanto com seu cabelo loiro.

— Eu queria fazer isso a um tempo. Você é encantadora, legal e engraçada. Eu tenho sorte de alguém como você gostar de passar tanto tempo comigo. Por isso eu gostaria de te…

   As palavras de Chiara morreram na garganta uma vez que Penny acabou com a distância entre elas, seus lábios no dela em um beijo casto, uma das mãos de Penny estava em seu rosto, a palma de sua mão era quente e Chiara sentiu que podia ter se perdido na sensação se a surpresa não fosse maior do que tudo naquele momento.

  Foi só então que Chiara entendeu o mal entendido que havia criado. Flores, um piquenique e todas as palavras que escolheu para dizer, onde deixava o agradecimento pelo presente por último. Tudo praticamente gritava um cenário de confissão amorosa da mais clichê possível.

   Penny notou a mudança da energia e se afastou, seu sorriso fugiu de seu rosto e agora era uma expressão triste e preocupada em seu rosto.

— Chiara. Chiara, o que houve? Você não gostou?

  Chiara ainda estava em seus pensamentos. A surpresa foi embora, deixando uma sensação estranha nela. A conclusão de Penny foi a errada, mas ela realmente se importava com isso agora? Ela realmente sentia a necessidade de puxar a situação toda para o plano inicial após uma mudança tão grande?

  Chiara não sentia a necessidade. Talvez, se fosse mais honesta consigo mesma, ela notaria que estava até mais feliz por essa mudança, ela apreciava esses ventos da mudança.

  Então ela tornou a se aproximar, seu rosto perto o suficiente de Penny para ela sussurrar:

— Eu queria te agradecer pelo seu presente antes, mas…acho que gosto mais de como você leu a cena toda.

  Então Chiara beijou Penny novamente, mãos se perdendo nas madeixas loiras da outra Lufana. 

  Penny sentia seu peito prestes a explodir de felicidade. Se tivessem dito a ela, alguns meses atrás, que ela estaria sendo beijada por uma lobisomem e que estaria gostando ela diria que não havia gostado da brincadeira. Mas agora ela estava lá com Chiara e tudo só parecia perfeito.

  Chiara era perfeita.

[sarahfeliciam]

The Ultimatum Ch 37

Chapter 37

It became quickly evident, (not just due to the ministry’s planted professor), that this year was not the good time Emeline was hoping for. 

Harry was on trial at every turn it seemed and she could tell how heavily it was weighing on him. The side glances, the whispers as he walked by, the moving out of his way and feeling as though just breathing his air could bring death… she felt horribly for him.

However, no day had been quite like this one, yet. She couldn’t believe her ears as she walked into the Common Room with Hermione, intent on some OWL studying, when they heard Harry get into it with Seamus. 

“My mum nearly wouldn’t let me come back because of you, Potter!”

George grabbed Emeline’s waist and pulled her close as her breathing quickened and Hermione stood next to her with a dumbfounded expression for the first time in her life.

Emeline despised confrontation if she was being honest.

“The Prophet is saying awful things about you and Dumbledore! No one was there the night Cedric died - no one knows the truth!”

Emeline recalled the awful things her father had shown her in the Daily Prophet. 

They weren’t taking kindly to Harry and Remus was right: they’d do anything to deny their fears, but she was almost as shell shocked for Harry at Seamus’ outburst as she had been with Calliope last year. 

She could feel the unexpected heartbreak as Harry fought back.

“I suggest you continue reading the Prophet then, like your stupid mother! It tells you everything you need to stay informed!”

Hermione’s jaw dropped and Emeline leapt to her feet. 

“Let’s break it up, Harry.” She offered him a small smile and grabbed his arm. He ripped it away from her and shook his head.

“Absolutely not! Not when he’s acting like a total git!”

“You’re the one in the wrong, Harry! A filthy liar; I never would’ve thought!”

Harry lunged after Seamus and Emeline stumbled back, gripping the chair behind her so as not to fall.

“Seamus, back off!” She yelled back as she steadied herself. 

George stood quickly and walked over to her, grabbing her arm and staring Seamus down. 

Seamus shook his head in disgust and hurried off, leaving the rest of the Common Room in silence.

•

“Pretty girl,” Greyback growled. “Never would’ve expected that to come from Lupin. The beauty or the strength, that is!” 

Emeline tried to run, but she was rooted to her spot staring at Greyback. 

She couldn’t tell what was holding her or where she was. She had never seen these smooth black bricks before; never felt the cold of this room or seen the glowing of little orbs in the distance. 

“Leave my father out of this!” She spat back, still struggling to free herself as she breathed heavily.

“He’s the entire reason for this, child. It’s his damn fault! He won’t join the pack, so maybe you will.” He stepped toward her menacingly, but Emeline felt the fear drain from her body. 

“Do it.” She whispered, the corner of her eye catching the moon as it rose into position out a small window. 

Before she knew it, she heard ear-piercing howls and felt warm blood flowing from her side. 

•

Harry and Emeline both awoke in their separate dorms with a gasp. 

Drenched in sweat and chests heaving, they clung to their blankets and looked around frantically. 

Dad?

It was quarter after three in the morning, but Remus roused quickly at the prompting of his daughter’s voice. 

His heart began racing in sync with hers and he rubbed the sleep from his eyes quickly.

I’m here, pup

It’s him again 

Remus felt his blood run cold.

Safe?

Dream

He nodded, though alone in the room, and drug himself out of bed to send word to Dumbledore to alert Severus. 

Do as they say

Emeline pulled her blankets tightly around her and looked out at the grounds. The water twinkled under the moon, not full and not as haunting as her dream.

Em? I love you

I love you, dad

It was harder for Harry to calm himself, unsure yet that what he was seeing was a future fight in the Department of Mysteries, however he was able to soothe himself to settle back to sleep for a few more hours of rest that night.

•

The next morning, to her surprise, Emeline found herself in a joint class with the Gryffindors - their first defensive class under Dolores Umbridge. 

As they all took their seats, they were instructed to stow their wands away, being informed right away that the use of practical magic would not be necessary in her class. 

This comment earned a laugh from Emeline that was not unlike her outburst in the Great Hall, and set Umbridge’s eyes immediately on her. 

“Is something funny, Miss Lupin?”

“I’d probably use the word alarming in place of funny, Professor.”

Umbridge seemed taken aback at Emeline’s boldness, and truthfully, so was Emeline herself. She took a deep breath as the professor studied her before offering her tiny, condescending chuckle in reply. 

“Why on earth would it be alarming, Miss Lupin? Because you’ve spent the last two years being taught Unforgivable Curses in front of your very eyes and beforehand being taught how to repel Boggarts under the surveillance of a werewolf?”

She was taunting now, and Emeline felt her blood boil. 

“I’d rather be aware of how to perform these spells than risk my life when I come in contact with-“ she stumbled over her words and Harry took over quickly. 

“- true danger.”

Umbridge laughed again. “True danger? Are you two quite serious? Whatever would be a danger to students like yourselves?”

“Oh, I dunno, maybe Lord Voldemort!”

The students all caught their breath as the class grew cold. 

Seamus snickered and rolled his eyes in the left corner of the room and Emeline nodded at Harry. 

A knowing look was exchanged between her and the rest of the trio that prompted Umbridge to speak again.

“Let me make this quite clear, to every single one of you. You’ve been told that a certain dark wizard has returned and that you are in danger. This is a blatant lie.”

“It is not a lie!” Emeline yelled back.

“I fought him! He killed Cedric!” 

Both Harry and Emeline were standing now and Umbridge turned red.

“Detention! The both of you! And to whoever else would like to fraternize with this nonsense! My office: Five o clock.”

With that, they fell back into their seats as she continued the class as though nothing had occurred.

Bloody brilliant. Do not comment, doomsday

•

When it came time for detention that evening, Emeline and Harry sulked toward her office before the feast. 

“This is bloody ridiculous.” Emeline groaned. “Class one and I’m already on her hit list.”

“I half expected it.” Harry rolled his eyes as he opened the door for Emeline. “Let’s just get it over with.” 

As they stepped inside, it took everything in them not to comment or even smirk at the ghastly pink room overflowing with cats. 

Umbridge was waiting for them with a smile and two desks were in front of hers for them to sit at. Parchment already down, she beckoned them in and shut the door behind them with her wand.

“Please, take a seat. I understand these are trying times and grief can take many ugly turns in one’s mind. It’s important to me that you two know what’s reality and that you accept punishment for knowing you are wrong. You do know this, don’t you?” 

Her sweetness was pure venom. 

Harry and Emeline nodded from their seats curtly.

“Excellent. Well then, you’ll be doing some lines for me today.”

As they reached into their cloaks, she shook her head. 

“No, no. You’ll be using rather special quills of mine.” She handed them off and Harry glanced at Emeline who looked at Umbridge curiously.

“We haven’t any ink.” Emeline inquired. 

“Oh, you won’t be needing any.”

Confused, they shared another glance, but Harry nodded. “How many times?”

“Let’s say,” she turned her back and sighed. “For as long as it takes for the message to sink in. You may both write ‘I must not tell lies’.”

They set to work on their papers, each writing the same thing, and beginning to feel a harsh burning on the backs of their hands almost immediately after the first line. 

Umbridge was not looking at them as they found each other’s eyes once more, throwing their quills down before looking at their hands in horror. 

Two very different comments appeared, carved into their skin and blazing. 

I must not tell lies against Harry’s.

Half-Breed against Emeline’s.

“Finished?” She asked sweetly as she turned around.

Hot tears stung at Emeline’s eyes and Harry clenched his fists together as he nodded.

“Lovely.”

•

When Emeline didn’t come down for the feast, George inquired Harry of how detention went. Both he and Fred’s faces paled at the scrawl across the back of Harry’s hand, knowing now that it was on Emeline’s too. 

Fred followed his brother to the Gryffindor Common Room and Harry was left to respond to Hermione and Ron’s concern and prompting to alert Dumbledore. 

When the twins entered, George was relieved to find Emeline sitting in her favorite seat by the fire, though her eyes were absent. 

Each twin took a chair arm to sit over and leaned into her. 

“E?” George ran a hand through her hair, pushing it behind her ear and beckoning her to look up at him.

Fred sighed and crossed his arms, looking between Emeline and his brother. 

“Emeline, I’m so sorry. She’s a psychopath, it’s already evident.” Fred offered. 

With no word, Emeline held up the back of her hand to George, seeing no use in hiding it. 

His breath caught in his throat and he grabbed her hand between his own. 

He took out his wand and with one quick wave, she felt a cool, soothing relief against the throbbing cut. 

“Thank you.” She sniffled quietly. 

He nodded and Fred pat her shoulder before telling them he would head back to the hall and grab her a plate from the feast. 

George sunk into the large seat next to her, then and pulled her close to his side, still holding her hand in his own. 

“You should’ve come right to me.”

“I didn’t want to bother you with this.” She replied softly. 

“You never bother me with anything.” He replied, searching her eyes. “I will always show up for you.”

Her tears dropped freely now as she nodded, grabbing his shirt front and looking up into his eyes. 

He leaned down to kiss her and held the side of her face with his other hand.

“Emeline, I,” he pulled away to look closely at her. “I-“

“-what?” She asked breathlessly. 

“I’m just, well, I’m glad you’re okay.”

She smiled knowingly, watching his cheeks go red for the first time.

“Me too.” She agreed, pulling him back in. 

[exzireart]

All(for now) of my Tiefling children. From TOP LEFT --> RIGHT

Tryne Jewel, Bard School of Lore // Rot Stoenhoof, Barbarian Zealot // ‘Val’ Valentine Heartcharm, Charm + Potion Maker 

Lilygloves, Cleric War Domain // ‘Laz’ Lazerus Mosstide, Rouge Swashbuckler // Rye Brighteye, Paliden Oath of Devotion

‘Em’ Empathy Greyback, Monk Way Of The Open Hand  // ‘Jun’ Juniper Everglade, Bard School of Valor // Kasha, Wizard Necromancer 

[gryffindorgirl7777]

Hunted Update!

I am soooo sorry for the delay guys. I've put in a short author's note in this chapter but honestly sometimes life just gets in the way. Thank you so much for your continued support and patience. I'm wishing you all a very happy new year and hopefully it will be much better than 2020. xxxx Stay safe. Wear a mask xxxx

[notwaldenpond]

emhowling​:

“maybe your wards actually suck.” emma argued. it was possible. there were a lot of people who though their wards worked until the greyback pack came through. not a lot of wards were designed for that many lycanthropes at once. “why can’t you just fix it on your own? are you lonely or something?”

--

“Some of them more than others, probably yeah.” But the one for Fenrir, that one was fucking specific. He was certain that one held. Maybe not the rest of the pack though, Em was right. “Leaving me alone right now is not a good idea, Em. So please come with me.”

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[fruitcoops]

Hello firstly I’d just like to say off of your recent fic angry loops is sexy loops and also if you feel up to it would you be willing to write a fic of loops loosing his temper on the ice like fully dropping his gloves and fighting I know you’ve done a couple before where he’s been defending James and the one with greyback but I think it’d be cool to see him loose his head because of what’s been done directly to him and not his team mates? Also I hope you’re taking care of yourself!

Yes, I love this prompt! It’s not a knock-down-drag-out fight, but I hope you enjoy it anyway ❤️ SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for homophobia, mentioned slur (not explicit), mild violence

They were still muttering behind him, laughing about some inside joke that was almost certainly at his expense. Just keep swimming, he thought as the refs reviewed a call.

“—not about to pussy out,” one of the guys snorted. “What, you think I can’t beat him?”

Remus ground his teeth.

Not two seconds later, something prodded the back of his shoulder. He ignored it. Not worth the penalty. A second poke nearly made him veer off course.

“Can I help you?” Remus asked as he finally turned. His annoyance bled into every word, but the two idiots only grinned. They were enforcers; big guys like Kuny, except without the kindness or intelligence in their eyes.

“How much did you have to pay to get your spot on this team?” one of them taunted, cocking an eyebrow. “Oh, sorry. How much did your boyfriend have to pay?”

“Less than your dad paid me last night,” he deadpanned. The refs would be done soon, and then he could find an excuse to drop the gloves. Deep breaths, his dad would say.

His mother would tell him to knock ‘em dead.

“Hey.” The next push was even harder; the bigger man’s voice was angry, now. Remus smiled to himself. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

“Who are you, my mother?” he snorted, though he turned again. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Finn nudge Talker with his elbow.

“I bet she’s real proud of you for sleeping your way to the top.”

“She is, actually.”

A gleam lit in his watery blue eyes, as if he had won something. “So you admit it?”

“What, that my mom’s proud of me and you’re an asshole? It’s not like it’s a secret.”

The shorter man—who had a good three inches on Remus but wasn’t nearly as fast—sneered. “My friend here bet me ten bucks you’d fight.”

“Ten bucks?” Remus widened his eyes. “Wow! You could buy yourself an ice cream with that! Good for you, buddy!”

Mauve colored his cheeks and tree-trunk neck as he skated right into Remus’ personal space. “I’m willing to lose that bet if it means knocking that smug look off your face,” he snarled.

Remus rolled his eyes and started heading back to his team. The review was clearly almost done. It was time to get his head off the schoolyard and into the game. “In your dreams, asshole.”

“Run along back home, you—“

The slur hung in the air like a swarm of bees. Remus stopped cold. Everyone within earshot went still.

Remus sighed, and slowly turned to face them again. “I really wish you didn’t just say that.”

A vicious glimmer crossed the shorter man’s beady eyes. “And what—“

The sickening snap of his nose beneath Remus’ knuckles and the ensuing shriek harmonized beautifully with the pulse pounding in his ears. Blood dripped through thick fingers. “Call me that again,” Remus said calmly, skating toward him despite the anger snarling inside his chest. “Do it.”

The taller man stepped in front of him. “Look, dude—“

“You wanted a fight, didn’t you?” Remus shoved him in the chest. “Ten bucks to get a rise out of the rookie? Your friend called me a slur and got exactly what he deserved for it, so either fight me like you wanted or stay the fuck out of my way.”

Talker’s hand was solid on his shoulder. “Loops—“

“What’s it gonna be?” Remus asked, making unblinking eye contact with the enforcer.

There was a pause, then a shake of the head. “You’re fuckin’ crazy, Lupin. Should’ve stayed on the bench where you belong.”

“Call me another slur and I’ll show you exactly where I belong, you second-rate coward. Now pull your head out of your ass and play the game with some dignity. Enjoy your ten bucks.”

Finn whistled lowly as he rejoined the group; Talker was still holding his shoulder, like he was afraid Remus was going to do something stupid. That was probably for the best. One of the refs raised a brow and blew his whistle. “Number six, two minutes for fighting. Number 14, five minutes for discrimination.”

“What?” The shorter enforcer spluttered around the fresh gauze in his hand. “He broke my fuckin’ nose!”

“Welcome to hockey,” the ref said drily. “Next time, read the rules about offensive language.”

“He played the gay card!”

Remus rounded on him, blood boiling. “I played the ‘get the fuck out of my face and don’t call me a slur’, you—“

“Okay,” James interrupted, skating between them with a palm on Remus’ chest. He lowered his voice, eyes softening in concern. “Two minutes is more than enough, yeah? We need you out here. You can kick his ass once you’re both out of the box.”

Remus clenched his jaw so hard his mouthguard squeaked, but he nodded and headed toward the box after a short pause. He already achieved his goal; those two minutes would be a goddamn victory lap.

Sirius’ proud smile and light shoulder check as he passed wasn’t half-bad, either.

[r-lvpin]

CLOSED STARTER w. @areusirivs

Eram as primeiras horas da madrugada quando a reunião emergencial terminara. Tendo se voluntariado para permanecer naquela noite, flexionando o pescoço com cuidado, Remus desceu para o primeiro andar, encontrando seu caminho para a modesta cozinha do headquarter. Reportara seu “encontro” com Fenrir Greyback para Dumbledore e Alastor antes da reunião, não vendo motivos para compartilhar, por hora, com todos. Ponderara sobre o acontecido enquanto se recuperava na Casa dos Gritos — onde passara os últimos quatro dias, incluindo a lua cheia na noite anterior —, concluindo que o lobisomem estivera nas redondezas buscando os membros da matilha que, recentemente, habitava os limites de Hogwarts. Encontrá-lo fora uma coincidência, um descuido de sua parte. Sabendo que a lua cheia estava próxima, que os sentidos de licantropos (incluindo o próprio) estariam aguçados, deveria ter tomado precauções. Mas sua mente estivera pesada com preocupações e hipóteses; enquanto Dumbledore o dispensara com palavras tranquilizadoras, sentira o olho mágico de Alastor o acompanhando até deixar o cômodo, o perseguindo mesmo através das paredes — desde que o auror sugerira que se escondesse, notara que esse o vigiava. Lupin entendera a constante supervisão como ambos um alerta e um lembrete: “continue assim e se tornará um estorvo, mas nunca é tarde para abandonar tudo”.  

Sozinho, grunhiu baixinho enquanto se servia uma xícara de chá, os braços doendo com os movimentos. Com as mangas da camisa dobradas nos cotovelos, as bandagens que cobriam as extensão dos braços estavam expostas e, no reflexo da chaleira, reparava as próprias olheiras avermelhadas, assim como a cicatriz que adornava-lhe da base até metade do pescoço: o “novo presentinho” de Greyback. Dormira apenas uma hora naquele dia, mal tendo caído no sono após chegar no chalé quando recebera a mensagem da Ordem; em sua pressa para sair, não conseguira disfarçar a aparência. Por isso, propositalmente evitara a presença dos amigos durante a reunião, mantendo distância. Mórbido, mas sentira-se grato de Greyback tê-lo atacado pouco antes da transformação, sendo que poderia deixar os amigos pensando que os ferimentos eram resultado  duma noite ruim, o poupando de precisar mentir. Não queria que se preocupassem desnecessariamente — afinal, o que acontecera consigo não era nada próximo do tormento pelo qual os Potter estavam passando. 

Sentou na bancada, segurando a xícara de chá com ambas as mãos. O bilhete era uma confirmação que, quem quer que cometera aqueles atos, estava os atiçando. Honestamente, não sabia como reagir aos acontecimentos das últimas semanas. Sequer conseguira formular uma hipótese satisfatória sobre o ataque e eram bombardeados com uma suposta aparição de você-sabe-quem após meses em silêncio — odiava o quão pouco de informações possuíam, a maneira como estavam no escuro, sem saber o quê esperar. 

[twoidiotwriters1]

Written In The Stars CXCI (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: I love how feral Mel is in this chapter �� -Danny

Words: 4,689

Warnings: Torture and blood, loads of cursing, more Greyback.

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Chapter Twenty-Five: Bellatrix's Secret.

"It is you! If they find out who they've got—! They're Snatchers, they're only looking for truants to sell for gold—"

"What the hell are you doing here?" Mel hissed. "I thought Erick had put you in one of his hiding spots!"

"He did... it's a long story," Dean sighed. "Griphook and Gornuk left the safehouse and I tried to convince them to stay by following them out... They caught us just when we were leaving the limits of the property."

"But Erick—"

"They don't know who I am yet, so he's safe as long as they don't look me up on their book and see I'm supposed to be in Azkaban... which they'll do soon."

"Not a bad little haul for one night," Greyback walked out of their tent to take a good look at them. "A runaway goblin and these truants. You checked their names on the list yet, Scabior?"

"Yeah. There's no Vernon Dudley un 'ere, Greyback."

"Interesting... That's interesting."

Mel watched a figure crouch down beside her and examined Harry's face more carefully.

"So you aren't wanted, then, Vernon? Or are you on that list under a different name? What house were you in at Hogwarts?"

"Slytherin."

"Funny 'ow they all thinks we wants to 'ear that. But none of 'em can tell us where the common room is!"

"It's in the dungeons," The boy described expertly. "You enter through the wall. It's full of skulls and stuff and it's under the lake, so the light's all green..."

"Well, well, looks like we really 'ave caught a little Slytherin," said the man... was it Scabior? "Good for you, Vernon, 'cause there ain't a lot of Mudblood Slytherins. Who's your father?"

"He works at the Ministry," Mel had taught him one basic thing about lying: Do it confidently. "Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes."

"You know what, Greyback, I think there is a Dudley in there."

Mel was trying to calculate how long would last the charm Hermione had cast on them, she'd been quite nervous at the time, so they probably didn't have all night.

"Well, well... If you're telling the truth, ugly, you've got nothing to fear from a trip to the Ministry. I expect your father'll reward us just for picking you up. What do you say, Miss Greengrass?"

Mel kept her mouth tightly shut, she hadn't thought about Daphne's family in London. She could only hope they were all out and away.

"Hey!" Someone shouted inside the tent. "Look at this, Greyback!"

It was Gryffindor's sword. Mel was so tense her veins were darkening.

"Ve–e–ery nice... Oh, very nice indeed. Looks goblin-made, that. Where did you get something like this?"

"It's my father's," Harry lied again, maybe he'd taken a bit too literally what he could get away with lying his ass off this way. "We borrowed it to cut firewood—"

"'Ang on a minute, Greyback! Look at this, in the Prophet!"

'What now?' She thought in frustration.

"''ermione Granger,'" Scabior was saying, "'the Mud-blood who is known to be traveling with 'arry Potter.' You know what, little girly? This picture looks a hell of a lot like you."

"It isn't! It isn't me!"

Harry's scar was hurting, something was going on with Voldemort and here they were, trapped and about to die.

"...known to be travelling with Harry Potter," Greyback muttered.

Harry suddenly got really quiet, Mel couldn't see much in the middle of the dark, let alone blinded as she was thanks to Hermione's hex.

"Well, this changed things, doesn't it?" Greyback growled, he moved back to where Mel and Harry were seated and examined them carefully.

"What's that on your forehead, Vernon?"

"Don't touch it!" Harry spat, squirming out of reach.

"Would you rather I touch her?" Greyback pulled Mel away from the group and yanked down her robes, revealing the scars across her neck and chest.

"STOP!"

"Let go off me!" She demanded, kicking him as hard as she could.

"I thought you wore glasses, Potter?" Greyback laughed.

"I found glasses!" An unknown Snatcher commented behind her. "There was glasses in the tent, Greyback, wait—"

He went back into the tent and retrieved them, Greyback pushed them back onto Harry's face and grabbed Mel by the neck of her robes, throwing her to Harry's side violently. She grunted, crawling back into a sitting position.

"It is! We've caught them!"

They all took several steps backwards, stunned by what they'd discovered.

"Do you think we should take them to the Ministry?"

"To hell with the Ministry! They'll take the credit and we won't get a look in. I say we take them straight to You-Know-Who."

"Will you summon 'im? 'ere?"

"No, I haven't got—" He stopped abruptly, Mel noticed a hint of anger in his voice as he continued. "They say he's using the Malfoy's place as a base. We'll take the boy there."

She laughed dryly. "Is the puppy not allowed to play with the kids? Might be that your tail keeps getting in the way."

"Mel!" Hermione gasped in horror.

Greyback grabbed a hold of her hair and pulled, she swallowed her cries and remained as quiet as possible, he ran his nose across her neck and hummed.

"You forget he only asked for Potter, you filthy loony," He growled. "I could cut you into pieces right now and he wouldn't bat an eye... but no, I think I'll wait, see if you like your little jokes once I'm eating you."

"Are you completely sure it's them? 'Cause if it ain't, Greyback, we're dead."

She could hear Harry's short breathing, he was shaking his head and fighting to remain conscious, Greyback was still holding her in place.

"Who's in charge here? I've seen her before, I was there when Malfoy's son marked her! I say these are Potter and Dumbledore, and them plus their wands, that's four hundred thousand Galleons right there! But if you're too gutless to come along, any of you, it's all for me, and with any luck, I'll get both girls thrown in!"

"All right! All right, we're in! And what about the rest of 'em, Greyback, what'll we do with 'em?"

"Might as well take the lot. We've got two Mudbloods, that's another ten Galleons. Give me the sword as well. If they're rubies, that's another small fortune right there. Grab hold and make it tight. I'll do Potter!" Greyback forced her to her knees and then leaned over to grab a hold of Harry's hair with his free hand. "On three! One—two—three—"

The group apparated and landed on top of one another, Harry nudged her arm while the others were distracted.

"He's found him."

"What?"

"He's found him."

"Grindelwald?" She whispered. "Well, we can't do much about it right now, can we?"

"I was such an idiot..." He panted. "Next time shut my stupid mouth before I speak."

"Let's try and survive this, then we can talk about a next time," She muttered.

Mel's head was pounding, she couldn't tell if the pain was Harry's or hers, and at this point, it didn't matter.

"What is this?" asked Narcissa Malfoy.

"We're here to see He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!"

"Who are you?"

"You know me! Fenrir Greyback! We've caught Harry Potter and the Dumbledore girl!"

"Not that fucking name again," Mel murmured, Ron nudged her ribs.

Greyback pushed her and Harry closer to the light.

"I know 'es swollen, ma'am, but it's 'im!" said Scabior. "If you look a bit closer, you'll see 'is scar. And this 'ere, see the girl? Greyback says it was your son who marked her neck that way— and the Mudblood who's been traveling around with 'em, ma'am. There's no doubt it's 'em, and we've got their wands as well! 'Ere, ma'am—"

"Bring them in," The woman declared calmly. "Follow me... My son, Draco, is home for his Easter holidays. If those are Harry Potter and Mel Dumbledore, he will know."

"What is this?" Lucius Malfoy's voice arose in the middle of the silent room once they were all inside.

"They say they've got Potter and Dumbledore... Draco, come here."

Mel heard soft steps approaching, they stopped at a considerable distance.

"Well, boy?"

The girl's gaze landed on the mirror in front of them, her eyes were starting to lose their puffiness and she was able to see herself and Harry: Both dishevelled, Mel's hair was reaching her waist again, it was dirty and messy from the way Greyback had been dragging her around, her face was disfigured, but the scars on her neck were still fully visible.

"Well, Draco? Is it? Is it Harry Potter?"

"I can't—I can't be sure..." Draco's voice came out frightened, Mel dared to look back at the boy.

He was paler than ever, with huge dark circles under his eyes, there was no sight of the pampered brat he used to be when they were children.

"But look at him carefully, look! Come closer!"

"Draco, if we are the ones who hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything will be forgiv—"

"Now, we won't be forgetting who actually caught him, I hope Mr Malfoy?"

"Of course not, of course not!" Lucius got closer to examine their faces. "What did you do to them? How did they get into this state?"

"That wasn't us."

"Looks more like a Stinging Jinx to me... There's something there, it could be the scar, stretched tight... and the girl has scars there in her chest... Draco, come here, look properly! What do you think? Is it the same girl?"

"I don't know," Draco spat, he walked away from them to stand next to his mother.

"We had better be certain, Lucius. Completely sure that it is them before we summon the Dark Lord... They say this is his but it does not resemble Ollivander's description... although the girl's seems right... If we are mistaken, if we call the Dark Lord here for nothing... Remember what he did to Rowle?"

"What about the Mudblood, then?" Greyback moved them so Hermione was on sight.

"Wait! Yes—yes, she was in Madam Malkin's with Potter and Dumbledore! I saw her picture in the Prophet! Look, Draco, isn't it the Granger girl?"

"I... maybe... yeah."

Mel tilted her head in confusion. Malfoy was pretending not to know any of them when she was certain he'd been able to spot them in the middle of a crowd back in the castle. He was afraid— more importantly, he didn't want Voldemort to come.

"But then, that's the Weasley boy!" Lucius exclaimed. "It's them, Potter's friends—Draco, look at him, isn't it Arthur Weasley's son, what's his name—?"

"Yeah," Draco muttered. "It could be."

"What is this? What's happened, Cissy?"

Bellatrix's voice snapped her out of her thoughts, her heart hammered against her chest. If there was one Death Eater that could recognize them on the spot, that was her.

"But surely..." Bellatrix stopped in front of Hermione, "this is the Mudblood girl? This is Granger?"

"Yes, yes, it's Granger! And beside her, we think, Potter and Dumbledore! Them and their friends, caught at last!"

"Potter and Dumbledore?" She circled the group to stop in front of them. "Are you sure? Well then, the Dark Lord must be informed at once!"

"I was about to call him!" Lucius exclaimed. "I shall summon him, Bella. They have been brought to my house, and it is therefore upon my authority—"

"Your authority! You lost your authority when you lost your wand, Lucius! How dare you! Take your hands off me!"

"This is nothing to do with you, you did not capture the boy—"

"Begging your pardon, Mr Malfoy, but it's us that caught them, and it's us that'll be claiming the gold—"

"Gold! Take your gold, filthy scavenger, what do I want with gold? I seek only the honor of his—of—" The woman's eyes landed on the shiny sword in front of them. "STOP! Do not touch it, we shall all perish if the Dark Lord comes now!"

Lucius followed Bellatrix's gaze and frowned.

"What is that?" She demanded at one of the men.

"Sword."

"Give it to me."

"It's not yours, missus, it's mine, I reckon I found it."

Bellatrix attacked the man without warning, Scabior drew out his wand.

"What d'you think you're playing at, woman?"

"Stupefy! Stupefy!"

In a matter of seconds, she'd taken down all of the Snatchers except Greyback. She approached him dangerously.

"Where did you get this sword?"

"How dare you? Release me, woman!"

"Where did you find this sword? Snape sent it to my vault in Gringotts!"

"It was in their tent!" Greyback spat. "Release me, I say!"

She did as asked, then turned to her nephew.

"Draco, move this scum outside— If you haven't got the guts to finish them, then leave them in the courtyard for me."

"Don't you dare speak to Draco like—"

"Be quiet! The situation is graver than you can possibly imagine, Cissy! We have a very serious problem!" She looked down at them. "If it is indeed Potter, he must not be harmed... The Dark Lord wishes to dispose of Potter himself... But if he finds out... I must... I must know... The prisoners must be placed in the cellar, while I think what to do!"

"This is my house, Bella, you don't give orders in my—"

"Do it! You have no idea of the danger we're in!"

Narcissa looked at her sister weirdly, but she nodded in the end.

"Take these prisoners down to the cellar, Greyback."

"Wait," Bellatrix's sharp eyes landed on Mel. "All except... except for the girls."

Greyback growled approvingly, Ron squirmed in his place.

"No! You can have me, keep me!"

The woman slapped him hard.

"If they both die under questioning, I'll take you next. Blood traitor is next to Mudblood in my book. Take them downstairs, Greyback, and make sure they are secure, but do nothing more to them—yet."

Bellatrix cut Mel and Hermione free, but almost as fast, she tied Mel's hands behind her back firmly.

"If you are the Dumbledore girl," She hissed. "I've seen what you can do with those hands of yours... perhaps I should rip them out finger by finger just to be sure?"

Before Mel could reply, she grabbed her and Hermione by the hair and dragged them across the room. She could hear the boys screaming, Mel needed to clear her mind and think of a way to get out of there soon. She was thrown sideways, Bellatrix flicked her wand and lifted her midair.

"Take a seat while I talk to Granger, will you?" She breathed.

Mel's calm demeanour crumbled at her feet, the thought of watching her best friend getting tortured was too much. It was a desperate thing to do, but she decided to start talking.

"Are you seriously going to ask the mud-blood first?" She spat.

Bellatrix stopped, she turned around and tilted her head.

"Don't be eager girl, you'll get your turn."

"It's a bit stupid not to keep an eye on me, you know I can do wandless magic," She raised a brow mockingly. "Are you sure this is how you want to die?"

"My..." The woman walked back to her. "You are the Dumbledore girl... and you dare threaten me! As if I didn't know you can't hurt a fly!"

"My name is Mel," She growled. "And I wouldn't be so sure if I were you."

"Are you so narcissistic you couldn't even keep quiet about your identity?"

"I don't see why I should hide," Mel retorted. "Listen, Bella— Can I call you Bella? You want to know how we got the sword, right? You don't have to torture her to find out, she wasn't there when we got it. It's easier if you just ask me."

Bellatrix grabbed her arm and dropped her on the floor with a stiff wand movement.

"Very well, you spoiled brat. If you want to talk so much, let's hear it."

"Does that mean I can take the other girl?" Greyback was eyeing Hermione hungrily.

"Yes—"

"NO!"

Bellatrix laughed. "Do you think you have the right to decide?"

"If you want to know who betrayed you, then she stays," Mel replied fiercely.

"I don't have time for games," Bellatrix growled. "Leave the girl alone Greyback, you'll have both as soon as the questioning concludes."

The werewolf growled as he retreated, keeping his small, feral eyes on her friend.

"Well?" The woman put the dagger under her chin. "Start talking."

She was hoping that Harry and Ron had a plan to escape, the best she could do was lie her arse off.

"The sword was given to us," She spoke as smoothly as she possibly could in a situation like this. "It was given to us by one of your group."

Mel thought that if Voldemort's favourite tactic was to divide and confuse, then she could do the same in return.

"You lie," Bellatrix spat.

"Really," She squinted, her face was starting to feel normal again. "Honestly, Bella, have I ever lied to you? Last time we spoke I was quite honest about what I'd done and what I wanted. Why would I lie?"

Bellatrix slapped her, Mel gritted her teeth but she did not scream, she knew the woman only wanted to get a rise out of her and she wasn't going to give in.

Or maybe she would. 

She was extremely conscious of the warm feeling spreading on her forearms; last time she'd let one of her bursts of magic take control, the only people that had been affected by it were Death Eaters.

Alright then, she had a plan.

"Where did you get the sword? Be honest!"

"I'm being honest," Mel replied grumpily. "We were hiding in a forest and they found us. Mind you, they were eager to help, said they couldn't wait to see every single one of you cockroaches die—"

The knife cut across her cheek, this time Mel was caught by surprise and let out a groan.

"As I was saying," She said tensely. "At first we didn't trust, obviously, after our little encounter on July and all that... but the things they said to us! So much information... so many tips to get rid of your master..."

"You're lying!"

Mel received a deep cut on her shoulder. She hissed, losing track of her thoughts.

"If you keep hurting me I won't be able to tell you what I know, you piece of..!" She took a deep breath. "Don't you think it's smarter to keep me in one piece until I finish my story? I'm telling you everything you want to know, you don't have to hurt me."

Bellatrix pressed the tip of her dagger against her neck. "Who gave you the sword?"

"Ah see, I knew we would get to that," She smiled. "I don't know."

"You lie!" Bellatrix slapped her two times in a row, her skin was burning. "You stole it! You got in my vault! What else did you get!"

"I'm flattered that you think we're smart enough to steal something from Gringotts," Mel shifted, her knees were getting tired of holding her weight. "But I'm telling you it was a Death Eater! They changed their appearance before talking to us, or at least that's what they said, but they showed us the Dark Mark to confirm it was one of you—It could've been a fake, but then again, if it was fake then how did they get the sword?"

She realized something at that moment: Bellatrix had asked what else had they gotten from her vault.

"They also wanted to give us this other thing..."

Bellatrix's eyes grew larger at that. "Did they?"

"What? Gave us the thing?" Mel grinned. "What d'you think?"

"YOU'RE LYING! IT'S NOT TRUE!"

Bellatrix stabbed her leg, she didn't pull out the knife, Mel cried out in pain, but she swallowed most of the noise, the air around her was gaining some sort of electricity, but it still wasn't enough.

"WHERE IS IT? WHERE IS THE CUP?"

She looked up, briefly forgetting about her own pain thanks to the adrenaline that question had pushed into her body.

"The cup is safe," She announced. "For now."

"No..." Bellatrix seemed to regain her composure as she stood up and looked down at her in disgust. "You!" She turned to Hermione. "TALK!"

Mel's heart stopped beating as she watched Bellatrix pull out the knife from her leg, kicked her so Mel fell on her back, and then heard Hermione's cries while being tortured. Below them, she heard Ron's desperate scream echoing back.

"LEAVE HER ALONE!" Mel struggled to get rid of the ropes, but a pair of hands grabbed a hold of her hair and stopped her movements.

Greyback forced her to stay still on the floor while Bellatrix tried to get the truth out of Hermione.

"How did you get into my vault?" The woman demanded. "Did that dirty little goblin in the cellar help you?"

"We only met him tonight!" Hermione blinked back her tears. "We've never been inside your vault! Mel's lying! It isn't the real sword! It's a copy, just a copy!"

"A copy?" Bellatrix shouted. "Oh, a likely story!"

Mel tried to move, Greyback kicked her again. She figured that Bellatrix was in denial, and trying to get her to believe would most likely end in one of them dying.

"Let her go!"

"I'm afraid," The woman responded with a frenzied expression, "you've run out of turns, Dumbledore!"

"But we can find out who's telling the truth easily!" Lucius walked forward, speaking for the first time in a while. "Draco, fetch the goblin, he can tell us whether the sword is real or not!"

She watched as the boy left to obey, Mel couldn't see her own arms but she was almost certain dark veins were completely covering both of them, she could force out a burst of magic, but she needed to get angrier so she could take down all the people in that room.

When Draco returned she decided to use him.

"Obedient little baby you are," She smirked. "Is Voldy the father you always wanted?"

"Shut up!" Lucius spat at her, "shut your filthy mouth!"

"Did I struck a nerve?" Her head moved towards the sound. "Poor Malfoy father, disgraced his entire family and now he's trying to scare me off! Sorry if I don't shiver at your—"

Draco waved his wand, she felt the sting on her neck, she coughed, the energy around her shifted. A loud crack was heard underneath the ground, Mel had heard it enough times to recognize it as the sound of a house-elf appearing on the spot.

"What was that?" Lucius Malfoy asked nervously. "Did you hear that? What was that noise in the cellar? Draco—no, call Wormtail! Make him go and check!"

"Wormy's here!" Mel was sounding close to mental, voice hoarse and filled with irony. "Let's make a reunion happen! I've been dying to see his fragile little arse for too long, can't wait to shove a broom up his—"

Greyback's nails dug deeper into her scalp, Mel's magic started to burn through the ropes around her wrists.

"You really are crazy," The werewolf groaned in disgust.

"Oh, you have no idea," She grunted, focusing on burning the threads as discrete and quickly as possible.

Wormtail crossed the hall in front of her, his face doubled her anger, she felt the strings around her wrists snapping all at once but she remained in place, she kept all of her magic inside and waited for the right moment.

"What is it, Wormtail?" Lucius Malfoy asked after a moment.

"Nothing!" A voice replied, but it sounded remarkably similar to Ron's. "All fine!"

"Well?" Bellatrix demanded to Griphook. "Is it the true sword?"

The Goblin looked at it attentively, Mel stopped moving, she could feel the energy pouring out of her fingers and she hoped Greyback wasn't paying attention to her.

"No. It is a fake."

"Are you sure?" Bellatrix looked back at Mel with a dangerous glint in her eyes. "Quite sure?"

"Yes."

"Good," The woman flicked her wand, causing a new cut to appear on his face, she turned to Mel. "What a lying rat you are, nutter. Girls like you must be punished for their insolence! But first..." She pulled up her sleeve and touched her forearm, "we call the Dark Lord! Oh, I think we can dispose of the Mudblood. Greyback, take her if you want her."

"NOOOO!"

Ron appeared out of nowhere, he lifted his wand. "Expelliarmus!"

Mel turned sideways and punch Greyback's crotch as hard as she could, with a snap of her fingers she released her ankles. Harry, who had run out behind Ron, caught Bellatrix wand and pointed at the group.

"Stupefy!"

Lucius Malfoy fell numbly on the floor. Draco, Narcissa and Greyback fought back, Mel used both hands to repel and throw her own spells, she was barely capable of controlling her own strength. Harry grabbed her by the waist of her robes and pulled her to the ground, behind one of the sofas.

"STOP OR SHE DIES!"

Mel swore loudly, she hadn't had time to get Hermione and Bellatrix was now holding her in place, the girl was unconscious, and the Death Eater was holding her knife against her friend's throat.

"Drop your wands," Bellatrix demanded. "Drop them, or we'll see exactly how filthy her blood is!"

Ron was standing in front of them without moving a muscle, Harry lifted his figure a little to face them, but none of them gave in.

"I said, drop them!" Bellatrix pressed the knife tighter against Hermione's skin. "And you Dumbledore better keep your hands where I can see them!"

"All right!" Harry groaned, he stood up and threw his wand to the ground, Ron did the same.

Mel got to her feet as well, raising her hands in surrender.

"Good! Draco, pick them up! The Dark Lord is coming, Harry Potter! Your death approaches! Now... Cissy, I think we ought to tie these little heroes up again, while Greyback takes care of Miss Mudblood. I am sure the Dark Lord will not begrudge you the girls, Greyback, after what you have done tonight."

There was a loud metallic noise above them, Mel looked up she saw the exact moment in which the chandelier fell down on Bellatrix. The woman moved away leaving Hermione on the ground, the object landed right above her and Griphook, pieces of crystal jumped everywhere and Draco cried out in pain.

Ron moved fast, he grabbed a hold of Hermione and rescued her from the mess as well as Griphook. Mel pushed her hands forward, releasing all the power left in her. Narcissa and Bellatrix were roughly thrown backwards, Mel heard something crack. Harry jumped and snatched all the wands Draco was holding.

"Stupefy!"

Greyback flew across the room, Bellatrix tried to stand up again, she limped and got to her feet with difficulty, holding nothing but her knife.

"Next time we meet," Mel spoke, there was only the smallest chance of Bellatrix believing her, but she took it. "You better hope I feel more generous than when Dolohov fought me!"

The woman's eyes went wild with shock. "You—"

"Dobby!" Narcissa squealed, she was still on the ground. "You! You dropped the chandelier—?"

"You must not hurt Harry Potter," Dobby exclaimed, rushing over to meet Harry.

"Kill him, Cissy!"

Dobby disarmed his former master in the blink of an eye, Mel approached Ron and helped him with the limp bodies of their friends.

"You dirty little monkey! How dare you take a witch's wand, how dare you defy your masters?"

"Dobby has no master! Dobby is a free elf, and Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends!"

"Ron, catch—and GO!"

Harry threw a wand at Ron, then he grabbed a hold of Mel's arm at the same time he gripped the Goblin's wrist, Dobby took her free hand and Harry disapparated them all.

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Perfectly in Pieces - Tradução em Português

Perfectly in Pieces - Tradução em Português https://ift.tt/6zQ79dO by lilithscrolls Tradução em português da obra original "Perfectly In Pieces" de CDLynn. A Garota de Ouro desaparecida. O Príncipe da Sonserina preso. Uma Ordem guardando segredos. Um Lorde das Trevas no comando. AVISOS: dark AU (personagens principais não são sombrios) com profundas discussões sobre traumas físicos, emocionais e abuso sexual causados. Essa fic começa no meio da escuridão e mostra os traumas e a jornada de cura de cada personagem enquanto eles lutam para sobreviver e se manterem quem são tanto quanto possível em um mundo que tenta tirar tudo deles. (O estupro não ocorre entre Hermione e Draco) Words: 5595, Chapters: 1/65, Language: Português brasileiro Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Theodore Nott, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Antonin Dolohov, Neville Longbottom, Daphne Greengrass, Fenrir Greyback, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Padma Patil, Alecto Carrow, Amycus Carrow, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Aberforth Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Dean Thomas Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Violence, Self-Harm, Rape/Non-con Elements, Pining Draco Malfoy, Possessive Behavior, Praise Kink, Loss of Virginity, War, Alternate Universe - Voldemort Wins, Alternate Universe - Dark, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Mirror Sex, Marking, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Childhood Trauma, Psychological Trauma, Physical Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Healing, Healing Sex, Memory Loss, Villains, Morally Grey Hermione Granger, Explicit Language, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Dirty Talk, Tags May Change, Character Death, Masturbation, Friendship, Male-Female Friendship, Therapy, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Hermione Granger, POV Theodore Nott, POV Ron Weasley, Canon Rewrite, Sexual Roleplay, POV Ginny Weasley, NSFW Art via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/gwYydpD April 26, 2024 at 02:38AM

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RONARRY sucks. Ron has been nothing except a detriment to Harry's unfulfilled powers. Hermoine deserved better than Ron like Greyback or someone else. Why ship 'em

i burst out laughing when you said hermione deserves someone better than ron like greyback like WHAT LMAAOFOSJAO thanks for a good laugh anon

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The Ultimatum Ch 44

Chapter 44

It was slowly approaching dawn.

Emeline was curled in a ball, still in animagus form, on the bed. Remus was next to her, crouched into a small corner, and he had still been unable to interact with her further that night. 

Having been sound asleep, they only stirred at the sound of stairs creaking. 

Remus eyes shot open immediately and Emeline’s ears pinned back as she leapt closer to him. She felt his claws graze her back, an instinctual protection, and heard a low, guttural growl coming from the hall.

Remus shoved her back behind him and lunged forward, a loud growl coming from him as the door swung open.

Emeline bounded forward next to him when she saw Greyback’s yellow eyes and he whined in concern, attempting to shove her back once more.

Daylight was close. 

With no further thought, he lunged forward, slashing deeply into Greyback’s neck with claws. Greyback tore him off, his teeth shining as he growled once more. Emeline rushed over to her father who was already advancing at the intruder again and shot something between a growl and bark at her. Though she wanted to help, her obedience was instantaneous; she needed to stay back.

Child, allow me to do what he couldn’t 

Remus snarled in response, sending Greyback stumbling backward as he lunged once more.

I chose this

Greyback’s eyes narrowed in surprise from where he lay on the floor, Remus above him with a clawed arm drawn.

She is much different than you, Lupin; not weak. It takes strength to know you’re taking the hard road in protection of someone else. 

Remus glanced between her and Greyback, his stomach tying up in knots even in the midst of transformation.

Don’t hurt him

She ignored her father’s protests, slowly coming forward to where Greyback was as he brought himself to stand once more.

I’ll leave him be if I get what I came for

Emeline’s eyes met her father’s sadly, but before he could respond, she ran quickly around his feet, tripping him and moving him out of her way as she came to stand in front of Greyback. 

The sun was rapidly ascending in the sky as Emeline transformed back to her human state. Remus saw Greyback towering over her before he had to give into his own involuntary transformation. 

Groaning in despair, he thrashed in pain as his bones reset and his mind raced to get to his daughter. Greyback grabbed her off the floor as he desperately fought to hold onto his own form. He threw his head back in frustration as human features began to return and all he could do as he held her in his grip was sink both clawed hands deep into her abdomen. 

Gasping, she grabbed at his wrist to instinctively to free herself, but she was already feeling the exhaustion of blood loss as it spilled from her wounds. 

As Remus stirred, now fully human again, the first thing he heard was her desperate cry and he glanced up to see the gruesome scene before him.

“No!” His throat was dry and his body weak.

Greyback tossed her to the ground as he transformed completely and disappeared out of the Shrieking Shack with a small pop.

“Em!” Remus stumbled to where his daughter lay, pulling her up off the ground and into his arms. Blood was already soaking the ground and it flooded onto his chest as he knelt holding her. “Emeline! Look at me!” He raised a hand, sticky with blood, to her cheek and grazed it as he shook.

“Please. Open your eyes; stay.” He turned to glance around the room for his wand, frantic for help as he continued to try and rouse her. 

He reached for it painfully, slightly out of his grasp, but finally grabbed hold of it without letting his daughter go. He drug his wand from his temple to the floor and a small wolf patrons shot out from the end.

“Alert the Order.” He whispered through tears, shaking her again. “Pup, please. I’m right here; you’re going to be fine.”

Her eyes were mostly closed, but he could see her attempt to open them as she fought unconsciousness. Everytime he saw their gentle flicker, he’d talk to her again or shake her slightly. 

Finally, he started to see memories flashing before him quickly; what his daughter was clinging to as she slunk into unconsciousness completely.

Florence and Emeline admiring the moon on a late night walk as a child

Her sticky chocolate fingers after an excited round of ‘Happy Birthday!’

Her sorting ceremony

Adopting Saffron

Her mother dying as she held her hand

Remus pulling her aside after class to tell her the truth

Their first Christmas together 

Clasping her necklace around her on her birthday 

Her and George’s first kiss

Reading fireside with Remus fighting over the last chocolate bar

Her resolve to never allow him to be the one to bite her

Remus could hardly see through his tears; he knew there was no sense in attempting to wake her himself anymore. He reached for his cloak to try and hold weight on her wounds, her blood loss substantial and still active. 

He couldn’t wait for the Order and he couldn’t apparate into the Hospital Wing. 

Finally, he settled on her best chance: St. Mungos.

•

His lungs were on fire and his body riddled with pain as he heaved himself to stand whilst holding his daughter.

 She was limp over his arms and blood was trickling down to the floor, the cloak covering her only becoming soaked with it itself. His breathing was labored as he ran as fast as he could to the entrance of the hospital. Heart pounding and head throbbing, he could not see straight out of pain. 

The second he made it through the entry doors he yelled for help, falling to his knees as a variety of healers bustled to their sides and helped him to stand once more as they moved to take Emeline from him. Despite needing the help, he protested slightly, his hands shaking.

“My baby.” His cry was quiet and delirious as the room spun around him. 

They looked him over and realized quickly that no wounds taking precedence were on him. When they’d verified the blood on him was hers and he was stable, they encouraged him to take a seat with them in the waiting area with a warm mug of tea. 

Brewed with calming and pain relief, the young healer assigned to him held it up to his mouth and he sipped it begrudgingly.

“It will help, I promise. They’re going to do everything they can.” Her voice was kind and soothing, but Remus could not focus on anything but the sight of his daughter.

Every second that went by not knowing if she would live or die, burned the image deeper into his brain. 

“Can you please call for Poppy Pomfrey?” He finally made out through pale lips as he looked up at the healer sitting beside him.

“The healer at Hogwarts?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Certainly, sir.”

She hurried off after handing him the mug of tea and he set it shakily on the floor in front of him. 

He heard the shouts, incantations and bustling happening a few rooms over on his daughter and did everything he could to tone out the dire air that suffocated the room. 

He wasn’t sure how long he was sitting there, wringing his hands around eachother, before there were a few ‘pops’ before him. 

Madame Pomfrey, Dumbledore, Severus, and Tonks.

“Remus!” Tonks rushed forward first, flinging her arms around him, though he had no words to form. 

Dumbledore’s usually twinkling eyes were somber and Severus’ face was even paler than normal. As Tonks pulled away and pat his arm lovingly, Poppy bustled forward and put her hands on either side of Remus face.

“Sweet boy.” She muttered, pulling him close to her. He crumbled there, hugging her tightly as he bent down to reach her, normally towering above her. 

“I’m sorry to bother you,” the young healer who’d been sitting with Remus interjected. “But I need an account of what’s happened, please. Who can provide that?” 

Everyone turned to Remus as Poppy let go of him and he nodded as he wiped at his tears.

“I can.” 

“Your relationship to the patient?” She asked, clipboard in hand.

 He knew this was for specifics and was sure they’d already assumed, but as his whisper left his mouth, he felt the words as foreign as the first time and just as heavy with responsibility as they’d been that afternoon he told Emeline. 

“Her father.” 

•

Hours ticked on as they waited, Remus fidgeting in pain most of the afternoon. No one could find the right words to say, so they resorted to saying mostly nothing and sitting in supportive silence.

Finally, a healer who specialized in wounds and internal interventions, opened the door to the waiting room. 

“Mr. Lupin?” He inquired as he stepped forward.

Remus stood as quickly as he could and the healer surveyed his fresh scars and pallor sadly. 

“You’re welcome to have a seat, sir. It will help.”

“Is she alive?” He managed through the rush of new tears.

“Yes; she’s alive.” He motioned for Remus to take a seat and took the chair next to him that was empty. “She’s alive but I cannot wake her. She’s lost too much blood for me to repair magically. It took this long to seal the wounds; dark magic is finicky. I understand this was a werewolf attack.”

Remus throat tightened and he nodded stiffly. The healer smiled warmly. 

“I have your registry papers and I was able to pull memories from Emeline; I mean no ill intent and understand this was not you. Regardless, her organs cannot sustain this trauma. This is non-traditional, but she needs blood. As her father and as a lycanthrope, my knowledge is it can only come from you.” 

“That’s correct.” Poppy interjected, her face downcast.

The healer looked back to Remus before taking a deep breath.

“What is it?” Remus asked hesitantly, his stomach lurching.

“I have to inform you that though she was wounded, she was not bitten. This being the case, if you give her blood-“

“- I’ll infect her.” Remus finished, barely audible. His face lost any semblance of color that was still hanging on and he gripped the chair arms as he leaned back. The room was spinning again and he closed his eyes tightly to try and make everything stop.

“I know this is distressing.” The healer rested a strong hand on Remus’ shoulder. He opened his eyes to look at him once more. “But your daughter will die without a transfusion. I need to you understand this. If it is any consolation to you, it’s my professional recommendation for my patient’s survival.” 

Remus glanced back at the Order members that had shown up for him, his mind processing things slowly. 

“Remus,” Poppy grabbed his hand as he glanced at her. “There’s no time for this. Yes or no?” She was nodding her head in encouragement as she asked him. 

A single tear streamed down his cheek and he turned back to the healer.

“Yes, please.”

He stood and motioned for Remus to follow him through the door to the emergency ward.

“You’ve made the right choice.” He encouraged as they stepped into the long hall, leaving the rest of the Order behind. 

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All I Want, Remus Lupin Fanfiction

Chapter Seventeen

Warnings: fluff, eventual smut, death, violence, swearing, age gap, slight angst, major spoilers for Deathly Hallows, fighting

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TW: DEATH!!!!!!!!!!

Someone kneeled next to you. It was Tonks.

"Tonks..." you whispered, gazing down at Remus. You pressed your hand to his chest, expecting to feel nothing under your fingers. His heart was beating. You let out a mangled breath.

"Y/N he's unconscious. He hit the ground so hard it must have made him pass out. He'll be okay," Tonks reassured you. She placed her hand on your shoulder and stood. "We should-" she began, but was interrupted by the gigantic spiders bursting through the doors to the hall. You both stood and held your wands starting to shoot spells out.

Amidst the chaos, Hagrid ran down the stairs with his umbrella, "Don't hurt 'em!" Hagrid ran into the fray of spiders as Harry emerged out of thin air screaming at him. The spiders carried him away as Harry continued to call his name.

"Harry!" you shouted, trying to get his attention in the loud room. He didn't seem to hear you at all and instead ran to follow. A huge foot stopped him in his tracks. The ground shook beneath you at the impact. Glass shattered as the giant smashed his fist through a window. Hermione and Ron also seemed to appear and run towards Harry.

You were watching the scene unfold as Tonks brought your attention back to the Death Eaters that had entered the room as well. You fought side by side, shooting spells at any foe that looked your way. The giant was trying to grab people through the windows and everyone began to retreat from the room.

You and Tonks lifted Remus up and carried him to the Great Hall. Everyone was so engaged in battle that you three weren't disturbed as you hurried past. The Great Hall didn't have as much fighting going on as the halls so you laid Remus on a bench and went back out to help anyone that needed it.

You fought with the other Hogwarts students and professors that were near you. The Death Eaters were unrecognizable, most wearing black robes and masks. Red and green jets of lights whizzed through the air in every direction. Kingsley was among the people that were fighting near you. He worked swiftly, stunning wizard after wizard. You were stunning them as well but not nearly as fast as he.

After several long minutes of fighting a shrill voice rang through the hall. The sound of Voldemort's voice gave you goosebumps but also made you more enraged. "You have fought valiantly. Lord Voldemort knows how to value bravery. Yet you have sustained heavy losses. If you continue to resist me you will die. I do not wish this to happen. The dropping of magical blood is such a waste. I am a merciful Lord and I command all my forces to retreat immediately. You have an hour. Dispose of you dead and treat your injured."

You didn't pay attention to the rest of his speech as you watched all the Death Eaters simply walk away and go through the doors. Everyone sprinted back to the Great Hall, where the House tables were vanishing.

People began to crowd the room and it took effort to find Remus among the sea of bodies. He was lying on the floor near the outskirts of the room. Madam Pomfrey rushed by but stopped when she saw you. "Oh dear." You helped her move him on to a mat near the head of the room. She felt for his pulse and nodded, "Stay with him. He'll wake up soon. You should be here when he does."

You told her okay and held Remus's hand in yours. Despite everything going on around you, he looked peaceful. His chest rose and fell and you watched him.

You looked around the room and noticed the Weasleys had huddled up around a body on the floor. You decided that Remus would be okay on his own for a few minutes as you made your way over. Your eyes landed on the body that Mrs. Weasley was holding. You felt your heart sink. She was holding Fred's body. George was kneeling at Fred's head and Mrs. Weasley was on Fred's chest, her body heaving with sobs. Arthur stood above her, silent tears rolling down his cheeks.

You walked over to Ginny and pulled her into a tight embrace. She latched onto you and laid her head on your shoulder. Her tears soaked into your shirt as she cried. Hermione, Ron, and Harry made their way into the room. Hermione came over to you and Ginny, resting her hand on Ginny's back.

Grief and somberness hung in the air. The reality of this terrible war was finally sinking in. You had so much faith that everyone would make it, so much faith that everything would be okay. People were dead and some were hurt. Those who were uninjured had surely suffered a loss of some sort.

The three of you stood there, silently comforting each other as you cried on one another. Ginny eventually pulled away from you and wiped her eyes. She gave you and Hermione a small smile. "I'm going to help them find people. I want to make myself useful."

And with that she walked away. You and Hermione watched as she left. "This is awful," Hermione whispered.

"Yes. Yes, it is."

"Where's Remus?"

"He's up there," you gestured towards the front of the room, "he got knocked out. Madam Pomfrey said he'll wake soon though."

"Oh Y/N I'm sorry. I do hope he's alright. I think I ought to find Ron," Hermione said.

You both parted ways, Hermione leaving the Great Hall and you going to sit by Remus. You held his hand again as you had done so many times before. Even though he couldn't hear you, you wanted to talk to him.

"Fred died Remus," you paused and wiped at your eyes, "I hate this. Why did anyone have to die? Why Fred? I was naïve to think that everyone could make it out of here wasn't I? Foolish really. Bloody hell." You wiped furiously at the tears that had fallen.

"I didn't exactly protect you either did I? You're in this state because of Greyback. I killed him. I'm sorry it took so long, love." You pressed your hand to Remus's cheek and moved your thumb back and forth. He stirred under your hands, taking in a shaky breath.

"Remus?"

He slowly opened his eyes. "Y/N... What happened?"

"Greyback jumped on top of you and you hit your head really hard. You need to lay down, you might have a concussion."

"Ah. I think so... I feel quite sick."

"Do you need anything?"

"No I'll be fine darling. What's going on now?" he asked.

"Well Voldemort said that he was going to withdraw his people and give us time to heal our injured and... gather the dead."

"Did anyone we know...?"

"Fred," you whispered.

"Oh Y/N, I'm sorry," Remus said, lifting his hand to your face. You bit your lip, not wanting to cry anymore than you already had. You and Remus both stayed like that for a while. Madam Pomfrey brought over water for Remus and he slowly sipped on it. Madam Pomfrey said that Remus can't do anymore fighting and you agreed.

"Y/N, I don't expect you to stay by my side. I know you want to fight. Don't let me stop you."

"I'm not fighting anymore. As long as you want me by your side I'll stay here."

Remus chuckled and closed his eyes. Not once did he let go of your hand. He held onto it for dear life, even though you told him you weren't going to leave.

The room had emptied of all people still able to fight. The only remaining were Pomfrey, you, the injured, and the dead.

Many minutes passed and you heard the same chilling voice ring through the walls, "Harry Potter is dead. He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone. The battle is won. You have lost half your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you and the Boy Who Lived is finished. Anyone that resists will be killed along with their family. Come out now and bow before me. All can be forgiven as we build a new world together."

Remus's eyes shot open. You couldn't believe what you just heard. Harry couldn't possibly be dead. Remus turned to you, "Y/N we must go. I don't want to risk your life for you to sit here with me."

Remus didn't give you time to resist as he sat up. He looked faint but he insisted that he was coming. You helped him to his feet, body pressing into yours as you guided him down the hall and followed the mass that was heading outside. The doorway was open and McGonagall shrieked as she led everyone out.

You felt heavy with despair. Surely, Harry could not be dead. He couldn't.

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