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siriusmydeer · 4 years ago

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breakup with your girlfriend, i’m bored.

james potter x fem!reader, platonic!remus lupin x reader, james potter x lily evans

summary: james’ journey onto finding love; just not with you.

word count: 1.9k

warnings: unrequited love, angst, swearing, crying, mentions of food, self doubt/insecurity, pining, mentions of murder, mentions of marriage and kids

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‘You got me some type of way

Ain't used to feelin' this way

I do not know what to say

“so, mates, i think m’finally getting somewhere with lils!” the tone of excitement thickly lacing the bespectacled boys words. “m’sure of it.” he continued, a bit of confusion in his words but still the same amount of excitement as before.

his brows were furrowed and he picked at the skin of his fingernails trying to relieve himself, further wringing his hands a few times before looking at his friends for their input.

“m’so— m’so happy for you, prongs. really, that’s great.” your voice faltering as you continued to speak, trying to scoundrel up a tone of excitement that would’ve played off well enough. instead all you were feeling stone cold truth of dejection.

But I know I shouldn't think about it

Took one fuckin' look at your face

Now I wanna know how you taste

Usually don't give it away

But you know I'm out here thinkin' 'bout it’

a fake smile plastered your face, trying to push back the tears that wanted to desperately prick at your eyes. you tried to further block them from escaping your waterline as you hear the boy jabber close to every single day about the red head he had been continuously fawning over.

the day went subsequently normal; potions, transfiguration, break period, plan pranks and dinner. but unfortunately for you, you didn’t have the privilege to share a messy dormitory with the four other boys leaving their conversations and discussions open about you and more your feelings.

“d’you think y/n was a bit off today?” peter asked abruptly from the place he sat on the oak wood floor, catching the attention of the three other boys who were seated on their separate twin beds. furthering to retain all memories of you from that day attempting to identify where you might’ve seemed ‘off.’

‘Then I realize she's right there

And I'm at home like, "Damn, this ain't fair"

Break up with your girlfriend

Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored

“maybe a lunch a bit, she looked a little melancholy, i guess.” sirius answered this time, recalling the memory of you speaking in a very disconsolate tone. “y’think it’s anything major, or just stress?” he questioned again, beginning to worry about his close friend.

“dunno, i don’t think so.” the lycanthrope added to the conversation. he recalled james’ new confession about the red headed girl, and your extremely unhappy expressions following; of course noticing a bit at the time when it was occurring but just assuming you had a bad day with evan rosier pestering you for a date.

maybe... maybe she— but they’re best friends? his thoughts were extremely close to scrambled, remus was an observer, he was clever and sharp-witted; but this, he couldn’t figure out.

You could hit it in the mornin'

Yeah, yeah, like it's yours

I know it ain't right

“oi, y/n!” a deep voice called in the distance, putting your light jog to a stop in the middle of the courtyard leaving you to stand in the grass. swiftly turning around you were met with the taller fawn-haired boy, who looked tremendously determined.

“i’ve, uh, ‘ve got to ask you something, and it may seem foolish, but i think i just still ask you.” his voice hurried like his panting breaths from running across the school to find you, asking around the library and your dorm mates.

“yeah, moons, sure, anything.” affirming the boy who looked a bit confused, and worried but you didn’t know if it was for his sake or yours.

he grabbed your wrist in his palm pulling you on the prickly grass over to someone more private like to speak with you. “d’you— d’you like prongs? more than friendly...” the boy sputtered, further acknowledging your blown eyes like someone had just committed murder in-front of you.

But I don't care

Break up with your girlfriend

Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored’

“i— uhm, well, that’s a bit— why d’you think— remus, what the fuck!” your words taking a halt every few seconds with a recurrent sputter trying to figure out where the question had even came from, or how he even knew.

“i saw— i saw the way you acted at lunch the other day. i jus’ wanted to know if it’s true.” he asserted, no present lingering touches of judgement in his tone.

remus knew what it was like to be judged, so whenever you had the urge to jabber out all of your problems he was the boy you had always ran too first. knowingly, or not. but he felt particularly disappointed in himself that you hadn’t trusted him with this potential secret.

‘This shit always happen to me (Yeah)

Why can't we just play for keeps?

Practically on my knees

“yeah— i do.” you admitted with a breath, guilt taking a pang at your heart. and anger taking a swig at your brain; how could you be so fucking stupid.

“remus, but you can’t— you can’t tell him, or anything.” your tone was hushed, and only meant for remus’ ears. feeling a tinge of embarrassment warm onto your cheeks, knowing someone you loved clearly didn’t reciprocate those feelings.

“i swear, i won’t. but m’here for you, i don’t want you feeling like you can’t tell me anything.” his words soft, and his tone genuine. why couldn’t you have fallen for someone like him? but instead, you crush on someone who was in love with someone else.

But I know I shouldn't think about it

You know what you're doin' to me

You're singin' my songs in the streets, yeah, yeah

Actin' all innocent, please

“c’mon, y/n.” he beckoned you to follow him, resting his arm on the curvature of your shoulder feeling his side press against your smaller one and guiding you to transfiguration with him.

why? why did you have to be so damn foolish? because it was her, with her beautiful red locks, her perfect maroon lipstick, her exceedingly amazing grades, her ability to be silly for a moment and loosen up. why couldn’t you be her? why couldn’t you have what she has.

it’s because it’s simple; you weren’t lily evans and you were never going to be.

When I know you out here thinkin' 'bout it

Then you realize she's right there

And you're at home like, "Damn, she can't compare"’

“guys! guys! she said yes!” james announced whilst scuttling across the mahogany floor of the common room. his actions at a halt flopping his body over the scarlet-red couch and a grin on his lips.

“who said what?” sirius muttered, glancing up from the map for a moment before looking back down in ascertainment.

“lily-pad! i asked her on a date and she was like, ‘yeah, fine, potter. but if you’re late i’ll kill you.’ just like that!” he pretended to play out the conversation for a moment, his thrilled movements and inflection almost animated from how happy he felt.

‘Break up with your girlfriend

Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored

You could hit it in the mornin'

Yeah, yeah, like it's yours

I know it ain't right’

remus briefly glanced at you, concern swirling in his hazel irises, meanwhile, your eyes widened for a moment. you plastered yet another fake grin onto your lips, about to congratulate your crush on winning a date with his all time infatuation.

“prongs! oh my merlin, that’s amazing, i’m so happy for you!” putting on the best impression of exhilaration for your best friend, the act only remus could piece together and break apart.

“no way! prongs, mate, i knew you could do it!” sirius spoke, his tone fein for his best friend who had been in a pinning coma for the last few years.

‘But I don't care

Break up with your girlfriend

Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored

With your girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend’

the boys continued to congratulate the boy, remus only giving him a nod and a smile. the marauders paying no mind to it and instead james merrily talking about the red head; his red head.

you weren’t his, and you never would be.

yet another realization struck you, the urge and need to move on present in your nervous system almost begging you to find someone else and to hide away from all the pain that could swallow you whole.

‘With your girlfriend

With your girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend

You could say I'm hatin' if you want to

But I only hate on her 'cause I want you’

you were now sat on the smooth ivory bedding that perfectly hugged your bed, remus’ body right beside yours. except you weren’t comfortable, you wanted to cry a valley of tears that could’ve lasted a life time.

“why is it her? why couldn’t he want me, am i not enough?” you spoke through broken sobs, feeling remus’ agile hands rub up and down the column of your back.

“you’re enough, y/n/n. he’s a bloody git for not seeing that.” remus spoke, sponging a kiss on your hairline. he felt the wet tears graze his shoulder, slightly contracting at the cold feeling but paying no mind to them as he comforted you.

‘Say I'm trippin' if you feel like

But you without me ain't right

You could call me crazy 'cause I want you

And I never even ever fuckin' met you

Say I'm trippin' and it ain't right

But you without me ain't nice’

“m’the bloody git! i fell in love with m’best friend who’s in love with someone else! next thing you know i’m accidentally setting dumbledores beard on fire, and accidentally spawning voldemort for christ’s sake!” your words mumbled and obstruct from the tears that had over come you.

you whipped your face free from tears for a moment, basically scrubbing the black colour of your mascara down your cheeks. “you’re not alone, you know? m’right here.” his tone, yet again, sincere.

you felt undeserving of his coddling, that your messy puppy love was so little compared to his issues. “i can tell your belittling your problems right now, you’re aloud to be upset.” he whispered, trying to assure you all he could, whilst disrupting you from your senile thoughts.

‘Break up with your girlfriend

Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored

You could hit it in the mornin'

Yeah, yeah, like it's yours

I know it ain't right

But I don't care’

“merlin, she’s fantastic.” the brunette finished his third speech of the day on how ‘amazing’ lily is. yeah as if him pining after her wasnt enough, then what the hell was this?

the devil poking at you for cheating on your herbology test in first year, the time you accidentally tripped peter when rushing to potions, maybe it was the time you put belching power in sirius’ drink everyday for a week because he said you had a flat arse?

what the hell did you do to deserve this incessant torture that had been inflicted upon you. we’re you being dramatic? probably. but the boy you were quite literally in love with could not stop talking about how he wanted to ask another female to be with him, companionship, life, marriage, children. he wanted everything with her.

‘Break up with your girlfriend

Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored

With your girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend, baby, girlfriend

With your girlfriend’

but then again it was also extremely simple.

he just simply didn’t want you.

he wanted lily fucking evans.

‘With your girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend

With your girlfriend’

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slytherinsnekxvii · 4 years ago

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okay, so, nobody asked, but i spend a lot of time thinking about severus' "gang" that sirius mentioned, the one with rosier and mulciber and avery, and here's how i think it probably could have happened:

first of all, rosier, mulciber and avery are likely rich, and these mfs are probably such purebred purebloods that they've got their fricking pedigrees stuck to their bedposts. they aren't gonna fuck with some scrawny, broke half-blood whose name they don't even recognise, especially when his one (1) singular friend is some muggleborn in gryffindor. so, yeah, they're definitely not touching that hot mess with a ten foot pole.

at least, not until lucius malfoy takes a shine to this practically feral kid, this skinny little chaos entity, who's apparently a wicked smart potions prodigy, and is getting into regular fights with james potter and sirius black. suddenly, the scrawny, broke half-blood whose mother was a prince, apparently, becomes very, very interesting. suddenly, these rich purebred purebloods are willing to make an exception.

they share a dorm, a common room and all of their classes, so they try to ensure there's overlap, and there is. not much, since snape is 110% focused on his little friend and spends as much time with her as possible, but just enough that they can trade homework answers and talk shit about the dada professor and not feel too uncomfortable in each other's space.

the girl drifts in and out of the picture in the coming years, and sometime during fourth year, rosier marks her down as a casualty of war while he secretly celebrates getting rid of her. she's been keeping her distance, especially since that one night where snape's bed was empty most of the night and he came back even more jumpy, twitchy and hypervigilant than ever, but wouldn't tell where he'd been. they keep an eye on him, after that, since there's only room for one exception, rosier says, mulciber backing him up, and that's him. snape looks up from his book, and wilkes is dismissing him before he's spoken. she's no different from any of the other little mudbloods, wilkes barks at him, with that look she has that accepts no arguments. snape goes to make his case, counts four glaring faces, hears lucius and narcissa in the back of his mind and cuts his losses. he goes back to his book.

the next year, when snape finds himself hanging upside down courtesy of his own spell at the end of james potter's wand, he calls her a mudblood and evans leaves for good. rosier leaves the classroom cursing mary macdonald's name for accusing him of cheating, and is in the corridor just in time to catch snape running up to gryffindor tower. mulciber and avery inform him that snape's gone to grovel at the feet of saint evans, wilkes lamenting that they'd taught him better than that, and that's when severus walks through the common and into the dorms, mechanical, and they know that that that's the end of that. none of them really understand why, but losing the girl seems to break something in severus. he seems to shut down right in front of them, not even bothering to elbow rosier out of his bed as he usually would when the other boy makes himself comfortable atop all of severus' research.

new spells remain unfinished, he refuses to brew, hardly eats, can barely sleep and the idleness all this causes makes him vacant and hyperaware all at once, not that he has the energy to do anything about it. rosier was glad to see the back of the evans girl, but something ugly in him twists seeing his friend like this. he asks wilkes what it means, and she tells him that severus is still a scrawny little no-name mudblood, but he's a scrawny little no-name mudblood who belongs to them, and that makes him theirs, and slytherins take care of their own. so, avery brings him food from the great hall, calls an elf when none of them can be bothered to go. mulciber drags him into the dusty old potions lab on the fourth floor every day, keeps him there until the gears in his brain start turning again and then drags him back to the dorms when curfew catches up to them. wilkes writes home and delivers dark arts tome after dark arts tome into severus's little research hub. evan volunteers as test subject and research partner for every spell, every potion severus could think of just then. they perfect liberacorpus first thing, and then sectumsempra and then vulnera sanentur when the bleeding won't stop. they do what they can before it's time to go home for the summer, and when they meet up again for lucius and narcissa's wedding, severus seems more person than ghost, looking only as haunted as he usually would after going home.

the next year and a half is spent making bad decisions and serving detentions. much research goes into what potion ingredients could be considered hallucinogenic, and time goes into turning them into forms that could result in a non-painful escape from the real world. somewhere along the line, severus starts smoking, rolling his own cigarettes. avery thinks about selling them. classes are optional, the whole lot of them only bothering to show up enough to make up the 75% attendance necessary to sit your NEWTs. potter and black jump him when they've got safe opportunities, and even when he's in the hospital wing with aches, pains and a detention waiting for him, it's still better than fifth year.

the newts are a breeze. potions, defence, arithmancy, ancient runes, charms, herbology, transfiguration. they graduate with flying colours, and to celebrate such an achievement, each of then receives a special invitation to malfoy manor, where a very important man, who promises protection and power and glory and a new world order will be in attendance.

and then, of course, so that it all fits neatly into canon, they all get their dark marks and move on with their lives. severus starts his mastery, likely funded by lucius and acquired by narcissa's connections. mulciber and avery shadow their fathers at the ministry while evan does as he pleases, enjoying the frivolities of life while giving his art the time and attention it deserves. wilkes probably gets into legal work of some kind. they do their thing and then shit goes down and evan and wilkes die, everyone else is arrested and severus goes to beg dumbledore to save lily's life and ends up turning into a spy and destroying himself all over again in the process.

but, yeah! that's my somewhat feasible explanation of how the little death eater gang ended up happening, and what serves as the foundation for a good few of my headcanons. honestly, i really just want an excuse to think about them being teenagers doing chaotic dumb teenager things without it being too out of left field/out of character (i say, as though we actually have a reliable amount of information about these characters).

#headcanon #slytherin #marauders' era #death eaters #severus snape #evan rosier #mulciber #avery (harry potter)#wilkes (harry potter)#lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy

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shallowgravesrp · 4 years ago

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“She was kidnapped, held hostage in her own nightmare, being tortured by her own mind.”

Marlene McKinnon

Age: Eighteen

House: Gryffindor Alumni

Affiliation: Death Eater

Career: Hit Witch

aesthetics: a massive lie. mother’s daughter. war of hearts. the devil within. half smoked cigarettes. empty firewhiskey bottles. untouched snow covered ground. untamed curls in the morning hours. high heels left by the front door. a punch thrown. books that should have been read. bubbles overflowing in a bath. an unmade bed. notes on a mirror. dramatic pause.

what we all know: Marlene McKinnon was said to be her mother’s carbon copy. From her blonde locks to her blue eyes to the fire inside that seemed as though it could never be put out. When her mother left, standing with her brother and father had been second nature for Marlene, after all she didn’t do anything without taking into account her true family. Marlene had been vocal with her opinions when it came to disagreeing with blood supremacy in Hogwarts which leaves us all asking why she hasn’t joined the Order with her friends and family? But even more so, we’d all like to know what she’s hiding up her left sleeve.

As luck would have it greatness was supposed to come together in the form the Parkinsons’ oldest daughter and the McKinnons’ oldest son and it would be a cold day in hell before either would let their parents down. It didn’t matter that they both had different beliefs or that they’d had things that they’d planned to do on their own terms. When duty called it was a pureblood child’s job to answer and no demand was too high. Their marriage wasn’t the most stable but Adira and Marshall found a way to make it work, bringing two children into the world in the process. Their first a son by the name of Marcel and he lived up to his name by finding a true warrior heart inside him for no battle was too small. Their second a girl by the name of Marlene and she would prove to be more difficult and wild than one would believe a child could be. At a young age she held purpose, knowing full well that she was destined to do great things.

Her mother insisted that she be in the best clothing that money could buy, her hair was to be in ribbons and pearls adorned her neck. Marlene was raised as proper pureblood woman – or that was what her mother wanted. She was to bite her tongue and keep the thoughts that were rolling around in her head to herself. It was her father that wanted to ensure his daughter had a voice, she was told stories of princesses who were capable of saving themselves and believed that she could do whatever she dared to try and do. It was easy to guess what Marlene would not be so easily quieted for there was no way that she could bite her tongue when she had so much to say.

It was no secret that to Marlene that Hogwarts existed but still when her letter arrived there was a hop in her step that she couldn’t hide. Coming from the line of a Gryffindor and a Slytherin she had already made up her mind of wanting to be sorted into Gryffindor. A request that was answered with no hesitation as the hat billowed out and she marched over to where she would spend her next seven years. Marlene was able to pass her courses thanks to the marks she got on her tests and the notes that she borrowed from Dorcas. There was no denying that she was smart but the largest thing she seemed to struggle with was that she found herself wanting to work with her hands over sitting and reading like they asked from her in class. A reason that explained why Marlene seemed to be at her best while she and Dorcas ran the halls causing mischief with their pranks that rivaled some of the best.

However it was the summer before her seventh year that reality seemed to set in and despite knowing that she was loved by both of her parents it seemed that for the first time she realized just how divided her family was. A war was brewing outside, whispers going around of a man working behind a curtain who believed that Purebloods were the only ones who deserved their magic, muggleborns and muggles needed to leave–why were they hiding in the shadows with what they could do? The other side argued not only did everyone deserved the magic that they had but that witches and wizards could learn a thing from the muggle around them. Adira Parkinson was nothing short of determined that Lord Voldemort was right, she’d been raised to believe such things and no marriage would remove that belief from her. While Marshall on the other hand knew that The Order was forming, not daring to tell his wife the information out of fear of who she’d tell. Her mother was adamant that they needed to be on the right side of things but as was her father and that left Marlene with the question of which of her parents was actually right?

For the first time that she could remember boarding the train to go to Hogwarts for her final year she paid attention to what was going on around her rather than being immersed in the bubble of herself. Marlene could see where the battle lines were drawn and she could see that she had a choice to make. Buckling down she applied herself in her studies more than she had ever in the past, receiving the high marks that resulted in her being able to admit aloud to McGongall that she had decided to become a Hit Witch. Returning home with the dreams that she held and hopes that she had for herself she realized what was going on while she was away. Her parents weren’t seeing eye to eye and the situation had escalated to the point that her mother was leaving the Mansion, after thirty years together her parents were going their separate ways. Standing in the McKinnon manor between her parents she knew what she was going to do as she moved to stand by her father and watch as her mother left. There was no question as the remaining three McKinnons stood together that they felt they’d made the right decision. The Order was calling their name and a difference needed to be made.

However, the decision to join the Order wouldn’t be an easy one for Marlene. Adira saw a weakness she could exploit, Marcel was starting a family with a pretty girl and a bouncing baby girl. It was made clear to Marlene that if she didn’t join the Death Eaters then it would be Marcel and his family that paid the price. There was no question as to what Marlene would do from there. Marcel had practically raised her given the fact her parents were more dysfunctional than any thing else--he’d sacrificed so much for her. She’d sooner die than allow her mother to take away the happiness her brother had found. She joined the Death Eaters, keeping the secret from everyone and alienating herself from family and friends alike. She sits at the table listening to Voldemort preach despite her entire body screaming how wrong it all is. Marlene would love an out to the situation she’s in but instead she’s stuck on a side she doesn’t believe in to protect the people she loves most.

DORCAS MEADOWES - Dorcas and Marlene had always been forced together from their early days. Cousins by marriage the two were more alike the different, often finding themselves running out of the stuffy parties and finding themselves some trouble to get into.

ANDROMEDA BLACK - She likes Andromeda in spite of the side that she’s on. There’s more to this Black than what’s on the surface thus when she’s got the opportunity to keep close to someone it’s always Andromeda she’d pick.

EVAN ROSIER - Marlene hates him more than she ever believed possible. He’s attitude is too haughty for her and his personality gives her a terrible feeling. She keeps her distance as much as possible and refuses to even look in his direction.

CONNECTIONS MARLENE MCKINNON IS MENTIONED IN

Marlene McKinnon is currently a TAKEN role with the faceclaim of Kat McNamara. She is played by Admin Ash.

#marauders rp #lsrp #marauders roleplay #hp rp #marlene mckinnon #taken #takenf #de #death eater #marlenemckinnonbio #mention: dorcas meadowes #mention: andromeda black #mention: evan rosier

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ngfics · 5 years ago

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Flower Watch

Flower Watching and Bird Picking

(SIOC as Lily Evans x Augustus Rookwood)

Story Title: Flower Watching and Bird Picking

Fandom: Harry Potter

Characters: SIOC as Lily Evans, Petunia Evans, Severus Snape, Mr. Evans, Mrs.Evans, Eileen Snape, Tobias Snape, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Mary Mcdonald, Marlene McKinnon, Xenophillius Lovegood, Barty Crouch Jr., Evan Rosier, Augustus Rookwood, Vrious Ocs, Hogwarts Professors, Hogwarts students

Relationships: Lily Evans x Augustus Rookwood, Severus Sname x Christine McDougal, Evan Rosier x Elizaveta Flavius

Tags: Rawenclaw Lily Evans, SIOC as Lily Evans, a colder take on Lily Evans, does not like James Potter, avoids Marauders, works on maintaining a good relationship with Snape and Petunia, Xenophillius Lovegood and Barty Coruch Jr. as best friends, a Ravenclaw trio, Wizarding Culture, Pureblood culture, delving into depths of this, and using it for her own ends, piano playing, magical music, Wizarding Music, Unspeakables, Wizard inventions, War against Voldemort, Neville Longbottom is the Chosen One, Lily plays both sides for benefits, the Great Muggleborn Mystery, Time Turners, Time Sand, Werevolves, When in the Wizarding World do as the Wizards do

Summary: She was born Lily Evans. Red haired and green eyed. If that didn't tell her just how much crap would be coming her way, nothing would.

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Slightly ordered notes and Ideas

SIOC is somewhat depressed to be reincarnated as Lily Evans, she doesn't believe she can be as kind and forgiving as the original. Resolves to do things her own way instead

Works hard on maintaining a good relationship with Petunia, resolves sisterly problems to the best of her ability and due to her mental age she succeeds.

Makes friends with Snape before he knows that she’s a witch and always insist on being his ‘best friend’, lets him know that she doesn’t think of him in a romantic sense, also that she won’t be dating in Hogwarts at all. (she has bigger things to worry about)

Severus eventually gets over it, after a bit of pouting and teenage angst, she helps him, by being understanding as only an adult can

Lily Is actually sorted into Rawenclaw at her own insistence. Wanting a more inconspicuous house.

Makes friends in Hogwarts with Xenophillius Lovegood, Batrimus Crouch Jr., Alice Jones(later Longbottom), Severus Snape,Jonathan Abbott, Sarah Abbott. Later friends with Elizaveta Rosier (nee Flavius) a French dress robe designer.

Meets Barty and Xeno on Hogwarts Express after she and Severus have their tiff with James and Sirius. Barty and Xeno help both her and Severus integrate better into the Wizarding society, after she mentions that she only had three months to prepare for the Wizarding world and apeeals to their sense of pride and superiority.

Barty warms up to her even more once she saves him from a possible detention.

Delving into things like Wizarding wear, dress robes, color choice, design - what is appropriate for her age and station. She gets tonnes of book recommendations that she looks up in the Hogwarts Library and once she remembers in the Room of Requirement.

Doesn't like James Potter at all, not even when he supposedly changes - though she does give him one chance (which he blows) - she doesn't trust him not to revert.

She knows, or rather she is told, that he will become a 'good man', but she does not trust this. Lily is wary of his fickleness, sees the malice in him when he fights with Slytherins. She has no interest in keeping a leash on a childish man when she has so much to deal with, it's not her job to make him a responsible adult

Doesn't run off when Snape calls her a mudblood and keeps defending him unlit marauders leave. Forgives Snape for his words, but tells him that its a problem for her as she can no longer tell when he's lying, compares him to James - which snaps him out of it pretty quickly.

Lily invests in warding her parents home as soon as she feasibly can, but it's for naught as they die in a completely muggle car accident, driving back from visiting Petunia and her Fiance Vernon Dursley

Augustus Rookwood is three years older than Lily, Evan Rosier is two years older than her. Lily has a minor crush on Evan in her fifth year, but doesn’t do anything about it.

Augustus had only heard of Lily while in Hogwarts, but the first time he hears about her and pays attention is from Evan, when they meet during summer after the debacle with Snape, Marauders and Lily, when Rosier tells him of an interesting mudblood

Lily never flinches when addressed as Mudblood, her response, when heckled by snakes as to why she doesn't flinch, why she isn't insulted, is usually 'I care that little for your opinion'

Lily helps Snape get a date with Christine McDougal, they hit it off well.

As a part of Dumbledore's meddling Lily is Head Girl together with James Potter, suffice to say they don't get along well at all. This Lily is much colder than the original. Cold and pragmatic, but warm and caring to her close friends and family.

She ends up getting a job as an Unspeakable where her colleague is Augustus Rookwood. They get into debates over Muggleborns and give eachother something to think about

Her 'day job', as no one can actually say that they work as an Unspeakable (and it's best to have a job away from the ministry if you do work as an Unspeakable, to serve as a cover), is as either a pianist or a cellist

She is very sought after and present at many galas because she's a prodigal musician - was a musician in previous life, not as a job, but recreation

Lily Evans is credited as the maker of what is called 'The Evans Method' in wizarding medicine and 'The flutter' in casual use (this can only be used at MOMs discression, one cannot buy this sand in stores for their own use, but one can petition if their work is too intensive and they find themselves 'needing more time')

As she studied Time in the Department of Mysteries she experimented with time-turner sand and found out how to use it on people (without a container) to slow down their time, thus prolonging their life (this is more used in medicine to slow down diseases so that a cure can be found), or sometimes speeding themselves up and managing to do more in less time.

This is before she and Augustus marry, but while they're in a relationship of sorts, once her discovery is public, Voldemort begins to approve of their relationship, which is a relief to both of them.

At some point Death Eaters start getting caught and Lily, who had been already working on this, trying to make it a beauty product, covers Barty's and Augustus's death eater tattoos with a paste that makes their skin look like it looked in the past and if applied enough can take away years.

Their marks become invisible, she tells no one else of her project and is very happy when explaining that they are lucky she was working on something like this and had not told anybody.

Voldemort is suitably impressed and interested in aquiring such an asset.

After a Death Eater accuses Barty of being a Death Eater, she nearly faints in relief for her thinking ahead and protests that claim saying that at the time Barty was with her helping plan her wedding, she says that Xenophillius Lovegood can confirm because he was there at the time, they call him to confirm and share a pensieve memory

In her third year Lily discovers that Xeno can create extremely believable false memories and mentions how useful that can be so their little trio (Xeno, Barty and Lily) form a pact that Xeno will provide them with alibis.

They are almost caught once because a teacher nearly asks for their memories too - afterwards they find a way around it so that Xeno can share false memories with them as though they are their own (only slightly modified as not everyone remembers everything the same - they hear different things if they walk past a place at a different time for example)

This is later used for Barty's alibi

It was very lucky that Lily was sitting in on that court case cause his father might have tossed him to Azkaban without trial or Barty might have done something rash...as he tended to when faced with his father.

The paste cannot be removed by charms or cancelers, or pretty much any spell, but has to be removed by a special oil that Lily herself made (ironically it is an oil made from lily flowers), it cannot be removed, traced or seen as there is, technically, nothing wrong with the person's arm, it is their still their skin...only from the past.

Lily and Augustus have three children together.

Emanuel Rookwood who is Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood's age and twin daughters Iris and Amaryllis Rookwood who are Metamorforgi.

This leads to a revolutionary research by Lily Rookwood as this ability is not hereditary in Rookwood line and, according to some wizarding beliefs, should not be present in a Muggleborn line.

Leading to research conclusion that Muggleborn are there to dilute the blood on purpose, because while pure blood that is rich with magical talent is good of itself it is also limiting.

Because families become specialized in their branch, like herbology and when people with different specialties marry into families there is more likeliness for their abilities to be lost as they fight for dominance and rarely merge together. They even might destroy one another - producing a squib.

It also concludes that metamorphose ability is something likely in pureblood families with some history of dark magic and/or transfiguration specialty when mixed with Muggleborn blood.

Thus presence of Muggleborn is considered to be good and a way to bring back old magical talents that are dying out.

It also concludes that Muggleborn are in fact first generation witches and wizards (as the first witch and wizard would have had to have muggle parents or all muggles are in fact squibs and wizards came first, but had to experiment with whom to breed as some mixing killed magic and magical talents altogether)

With enough generations, a child of a Muggleborn will become a pureblood

Actually...Let’s make the birth of magic a global phenomena, where at some point there were only muggleborns, people born with extraordinary powers that their parent could never hope to have

Some of them married with one another (to preserve the powers) while others married outside to spread them (and children of muggleborns are always magical.)

Intermarrying worked until concentration of magic became too much and lineages started killing each-other off, which would be why the offspring only inherited one talent, because one Parent's gift was overpowering.

While those who married outside, spread their gifts (and their children are always half-bloods).

Muggleborns, who are either descendants of squibs whose magic had to take generations to harmonize due to conflict, or are first generation witches and wizards because magical population seemed to be falling or needed diluting usually have clean unrestricted magic that allows them to specialize in what they want, rather than just what they're good at.

This also lets their children, should they have them with those of more potent magic, have greater power behind their intent and less inner magical conflict, thus less stabilization through mediation and rituals needed

Lily does this research through the first 6 years ( till she's about 32, Augustus being 35) after her daughters are born and becomes quite famous, gaining her own Chocolate Frog Card.

Her work being published in a book series called 'The Muggleborn' by Lily Rookwood (Published when Lily is 36)

This book becomes famous in all circles of wizarding society , pureblood because they want to hear what a Rookwood says on the topic, muggleborn because they want to hear what a muggleborn says and half-bloods to see where Lily stands.

As a part of Voldemorts orders Lily approaches six werewolf females who had formed their own pack and they join on her behest. This is also meant as a warning to Lily and her family, so they would not think to toe the line.

This backfires on Voldemort as Lily is fast to make friends and allies among the intended targets. Later during the Battle of Hogwarts they defect the moments after LIly does, reminding the surprised at whose behest they joined in the first place.

One of these werewolves is Mary Mcdonald a Muggleborn Mulciber attacked while they were at Hogwarts. Lily rekindles that firendship, offering help and later protection from Voldermort by being under his rule.

She and Mary discuss and laugh about many pureblood traditions and ettiqquette, their motto and inside joke becomes 'When in Rome'

Later in life, maybe after the Battle of Hogwarts even, Lily makes 'The Evans Scholarship' which allows Muggleborns to get apprenticeships for which they are usually overlooked for pureblood candidates.

As Lily managed a Mastery in Potions, Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts and Aritmancy than she is elligable to be a Master and thus she is giving away apprenticeships for all four subjects.

snippets and drabbles incoming, no beta! you’ve been warned!

POV meanders in some parts, don’t give yourself a headache trying to figure it out. Also! Hints of melodrama, because I sometimes I want to write that hahahaha

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Watch Us Rise

CHAPTER FOUR

After a bit of a wait here is chapter four! There’s a bit more plot, a bit more marauders, a bit more jily and a bit more Snape. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it. Let me know what you think!

As always thanks to the amazing @htcake for betaing and making this bearable<3

canon: sixth year | word count: 4.4k | ao3: read here

Hogwarts, September 1976

The fight is all anyone talks about for the next few days, but as in most semi-contained social eco systems it only takes another, just as dramatic event to catch everyone’s attention. This time it’s a third year accidentally accioing a girl’s robes. Lily is there when the accio event happens and it really is an accident, and far less dramatic then the fight, but she doesn’t mind that people have something new to talk about. She knows Remus has never liked this level of attention, even if Peter takes some enjoyment in stopping Madame Pomfrey from healing him and showing off his bruises much longer than he needs to. Plus, if people are talking about the fight, they’re also talking about the Slytherin boys and she’s definitely had enough of hearing about them. It’s bad enough being in Potions with three of them.

Especially when, in the last week of September, Sev and her are the first ones to arrive at the deserted dungeons. Maya is finishing the essay due in and Mary had forgotten her books and told Lily to go on while she sprinted back to the dorm.

She almost scarpers when she comes down the stairs and spots him there, alone, flicking through the textbook. From the steps she can see all his scribbling on the pages, his handwriting almost as familiar as her own. He looks up before she can hide and there’s a short second where his face lights up and Lily thinks he’s going to smile. He doesn’t.

Lily hoists her bag higher on her shoulder, resolutely deciding that she’s not going to give him the power to stop her from doing everything normally. She can stand behind him, waiting for everyone else. It doesn’t need to be a big deal. So she ignores the pain in her ribs, her heart, and simply joins him by the door, eyes fastened on the steps, hoping Mary hurries the fuck up.

“How- how- what do you think of Slughorn this year?” Sev says a few moments later, and Lily jerks her head around to look at him, almost in disbelief. He’s not looking at her. His eyes are firmly on the steps too and a distant part of her mind wonders what’s holding Avery and Rosier up.

“I think he’s being more dramatic.” She answers flatly, wishing she was able to ignore him just like she’d planned to do when she’d thought about this situation happening. If she was Marlene, or Maya, she could turn a cold shoulder or tell him to sod off.

Mudblood mudblood mudblood, in her head the scene replays, and she can see them all standing in a circle of other students, hatred and anger and confusion pushing them towards each other and tearing them away at the same time. But she can also see him lying on her bedroom floor, staring pensively up at her ceiling, asking how long it took her to cut out all the stars that are stuck up there. You can see the stars in the Great Hall at Hogwarts, you know. The real ones. He’d given her so much. Tried to take it all away too.

"I didn’t realise he could be more dramatic,” he laughs, cuts it off quickly. “At least he’s only given us one essay.”

“Yeah,” she pauses and mudblood deafens her. “Sev… We’re not-“

“I know.” He says it softly, still not looking at her, and she’s not sure what hurts more. Mudblood. I know.

There’s a sudden clatter of footsteps and Mary and Maya appear, followed closely by the rest of the class. At the same time Lily sees Avery and Rosier amongst the herd, Sev steps away from her, almost instinctively, and that hurts more than anything he could have said.

Don’t you dare cry over him, Evans. She bites back foolish tears as Maya and Mary join her at her side, shooting quizzical looks but knowing better than to say anything, partly in case they are overheard and partly because she’ll tell them when she’s ready. The Slytherins, led by Avery, leer at the Marauders, apparently hoping to goad them into a pre-class scuffle. In a surprising show of restraint though, Potter’s only response is to loudly ask Black what he’d thought of the article in the Prophet that morning about the Slytherins who slipped down the ladder of success.

Just as Black is telling Potter that he’d thought it rather insightful, Slughorn appears and ushers them in, tutting at the boys and jokingly asking them if they’re going to behave in his lesson.

Afterwards, Mary asks what Sev said to her but Lily brushes the question off and, thankfully, they don’t push it.

“I miss summer,” Maya moans, flinching at the cold as she presses her hand to the dorm window. Where she’s touched it, there’s a handprint in the frost and through the panes they can see snow on the tops of the distant mountains.

“It’s only been gone a week,” Lily says. October had arrived sharply, booting out the sun and heat very matter-of-factly and making up for how lazy summer had been in leaving. It hasn’t been sunny for quite some days, to the point that the Hufflepuffs had had to call off a training session on Tuesday because of the unforgiving wind.

“Still, I miss it.” Maya says and pulls her hijab closer round her neck. Their dorm is warm, even cosy, and it’s absolute shit that they can’t say the same for the rest of the castle. They’ve just got back from the library and walking through the halls had felt more like diving into the lake.

There’s a small tapping noise and Lily looks up from deciding which jumper is thickest and towards the window. Maya gets there first and lets the owl in. It hoots a thank you and flies over to settle on the headboard of Lily’s four poster, looking a little bit worse for wear.

“It’s Acklebey,” Maya can recognise the Hogwarts owl Lily uses to write to her parents and by now all of the girls have become familiar enough with each other’s mailing habits, so there’s no need to explain her excited grin as she hurries to untie the letter. The owl flies off as soon as she’s unattached the envelope, probably desperate to get to the shelter of the owlery. “You go down to dinner, I’ll catch you up.” She tells Maya, no longer hungry but desperate to read her mother’s words. Maya double checks that she’s sure, tugs on a jumper and then closes the door behind her.

Lily settles onto her bed and tears open the envelope, recognising her mum’s handwriting immediately.

Lily,

It was so good to get your last letter. I’m glad you’re writing so much. Your dad and I miss you lots n your letters make our week! Tuney is all moved out now and we’ve only chatted on the telephone a few times, but I think she’ll visit at Christmas.

About your letter: it’s good you’re enjoying the year so much. God knows your dad and I never liked school as much as you. Can you explain what human transfiguration involves… it sounds a bit too dangerous for younguns to be trying. Good that Potions is going well like usual, that teacher of yours definitely sounds like he knows what he’s doing.

Hopefully you’ll keep up with all your work, but it does sound like you’re getting a lot. Makes me tired just reading the number of feet.

Here everything is normal. Colder now September is over but your dad has more shifts down the mine and his cough seems to be getting better. He can’t finish the crossword without you and misses you a lot. I think I already said that.

Val popped in yesterday to say hi and asked how you were getting on. Everyone wants to know how you are! She brought over some apple pie but it’s too sweet for me. Maybe I’ll ask her to bake one I can send to you. Would you like that?

I’m sorry this letter’s so short, I’ve got about two loads of washing on and I promised I’d do the cake for Sunday’s service so I’m very busy. Say hello to all your friends.

Lots of love, your mum and dad x

She doesn’t realise she’s crying until a teardrop hits the paper, lined and clearly ripped out of a notebook, and she wipes them away quickly because there’s no need to cry. She just misses them. A lot.

Lily reads the letter a few more times, then grabs some parchment and writes an immediate reply. She explains the theory behind human transfiguration and tells her mum not to worry, there’s only a small chance she’ll get an extra leg. Then she asks about her dad’s cough, because she didn’t even know her dad had a cough to begin with. He’d had a ‘tickle in his throat’ over summer, but that had been there for years and no one ever paid much attention to it. Then she just writes and, by the time the girls come back from dinner, carrying a few new potatoes and sausages in a napkin for her, she’s got five sides of parchment finished.

“Do you want to write my letters home for me?” Marlene asks, taking a bite from one of the sausages before she hands her the food. “My mum would kill to get that many pages.”

“And mine,” Tegan says. Lily laughs and carefully folds the parchment up and tucks the pages into one of the muggle envelopes she keeps in her bedside table.

“Bad daughters,” Mary says with a shake of her head. “It’s not that hard.”

“You haven’t got Potter’s training schedule to contend with,” Marlene says, looking sick at the mere thought of it.

Lily licks the envelope and then asks, “What’s he got you doing now?”

“Four training sessions, two fitness ones and a strategy meeting every Wednesday lunch.” Tegan tells them with a dead expression behind her eyes and Maya, Mary and Lily all pull faces. Lily loves Quidditch but she’s glad she doesn’t have to play, especially with Potter as her captain too; for someone who prides himself on his casual façade, Lily’s heard enough stories, and seen enough, to know how much of a dictator he can be when Quidditch is involved.

“If he mentions the trophy one more time, I’m going to steal it and bludgeon him to death with it,” Marlene groans from where she’s sprawled face-down on Lily’s bed.

“I’ll help.” Tegan picks her beater’s bat up from where it’s propped upright at the end of the bed and pretends Mary’s old, stuffed bunny is Potter’s face. Mary rescues her bunny with a squeak of outrage, and they all squeeze onto Lily’s bed and listen to Marlene coming up with different ways to remove Potter’s legs from the rest of him.

“Oh, by the way, first Hogsmeade trip next weekend!” Mary says excitedly, once talk about murdering Potter has died down and they’re just ribbing Marlene for flirting with the new fifth year chaser. “It went up on the board over dinner.”

“Three Broomsticks?” Suggests Tegan.

“No I was thinking we could try out the Hog’s Head,” Marlene says sarcastically. They go to the Three Broomsticks every trip, it’s routine by now.

Tegan throws her a derisive glance from where she’s sat. “Whatever. Maybe you’ll be going to Puddifoot’s anyway, since you’re basically married,” Tegan jibes and, with a growl, Marlene dives at her. They fall off the bed and Maya, Mary and Lily lean over the side to watch them scuffle on the floor.

“Do you think this is because Marlene has about a hundred brothers?” Maya asks, sounding genuinely curious, as a snarling Marlene straddles Tegan and tries to get her in a headlock.

“Nah, it’s just because she’s feral,” Mary says and nods her head when Maya looks at her questioningly.

Lily pretends to think about the question, “Maybe it’s because Tegan doesn’t have any brothers. All the testosterone from the quidditch team is rubbing off on her because she’s not used to it.”

Maya and Mary stretch out an understanding “ah” and Tegan manages to give them the middle finger before overpowering Marlene and bending her arm behind her back. Mary throws a pillow into the mix and before anyone can blink, an arm extends from the tangle and she gets dragged into the fray too. Lily laughs but it’s quickly and efficiently cut off by Mary grabbing her wrist and yanking her off the bed, using her as a human shield whilst Tegan pummels them with the pillow.

The Hogsmeade weekend comes quickly and Lily and the girls race down the stairs, feeling a bit seasick by the time they reach the Entrance Hall. On trip days the stairs tend to get a lot more excited, as if they know how much everyone wants to get out of the castle and are trying to stop them.

With his usual litany of muttered complaints, Filch herds them into the line already stretching back from the doors, and demands to see their permission slips. He spends about five minutes inspecting each of them, and almost refuses to believe that Mary’s is real. It takes some time to persuade him, but then they’re out of the doors and huddling together as they follow the stream of students.

“I hate Scotland.” Tegan’s voice is muffled behind her scarf as they fight their way against the wind. “You never get shit like this in the valleys.” There’s no point replying because the wind would just snatch away any conversation, so they stay silent until they reach the Three Broomsticks and can recover from the biting gusts.

Maya points out the Marauders sat at one of the tables near the back, already surrounded by bags from Zonkos and she, Mary and Tegan go to join them whilst Lily and Marlene queue at the bar.

“You meeting your brothers?” Asks Lily while they wait to be served.

“Can you believe them? They said it was ‘too embarrassing’ to go for lunch with me,” Marlene says, drawing quote marks in the air. “All three of them. Bunch of traitors.”

Lily shakes her head in support, “Wankers, all of them.”

“Even Arnie and he’s only eleven. He doesn’t even know what embarrassment is.”

“What can I get you ladies?” Madame Rosmerta interrupts their conversation and they order four hot chocolates and a butterbeer.

“How is he getting on?” Lily asks once their drinks are being made.

Marlene shrugs, “Okay, I think. He’s got friends but I think he’s struggling with all the new magic. He never expected there to be so much theory.”

Lily thinks about how much theory they have in sixth year and laughs, “You gonna warn him?”

“I would if we had had lunch today,” Marlene says jutting her chin out. Lily grins and then accepts the tray from Madame Rosmerta, levitating it over to the table because she doesn’t want to risk dropping it. Tegan picks it up out the air and sets it down on the table, handing the drinks out.

“Butterbeer? In the morning,” Remus says, feigning outrage.

“Fuck off Lupin,” Marlene says and flicks some of the froth into his face.

“What’s that?” Asks Lily, leaning across the table to see what Potter and Black are reading. It’s a small pamphlet with a sketch of Hogwarts on the front.

“’A hit by hex commentary of the confrontation that has the whole castle talking’,” says Potter, pitching his voice to a tone that reminds Lily of him in first year.

"By Gilderoy Lockhart,” adds Black.

Lily frowns, “The Ravenclaw boy who tried to kick Peeves out the castle last year?”

“Hogwart’s very own Narcissus,” Remus confirms.

“What’s he saying?” Tegan asks, cradling her chin in her hand to listen.

Black clears his throat and then begins reading, “��If you weren’t lucky enough to witness the fight that everyone’s been talking about then, fear not, because our Editor-in-Chief, the one and only Gilderoy Lockhart was there and has all the action for you, straight from the side lines.’”

“Editor-in-Chief?” Marlene snatches the pamphlet from Black’s hand and looks at the back where there’s a list of contributors. “’Editor-in-Chief, Gilderoy Lockhart. Editor, Gilderoy Lockhart. Researcher, Gilderoy Lockhart. Manufacturing, Gilderoy Lockhart. Publisher, Lockhart Incorporated…’ Is this even allowed?”

“He was handing them out in the Entrance Hall until Filch confiscated them off him,” Peter shrugs, “so probably not.”

“Filch will confiscate anything though. Remember when he tried to take those dungbombs off us in third year?” Pouts Black, snatching the pamphlet back and tossing it onto the table. On the other side a sketch of Lockhart himself grins toothily up at them all, hair waving slightly.

“I wonder why he’d do a thing like that,” Maya says and rolls her eyes. Black pointedly refuses to acknowledge her comment.

“Apparently he’s petitioning Dumbledore to start an official Hogwarts newspaper.” Remus, wanting to get back on the subject, says and flips the pamphlet over to point at the title. Lily reads it upside down. If The Walls Could Talk.

“Sounds more like a gossip rag if you ask me,” Tegan says, although she does look interested. Students at Hogwarts are bred to be interested in everyone’s business and the idea of it being delivered routinely in a neat little phamplet isn’t too shabby.

“Funny you should say that…” Peter points to the contents, squashed below the sketch of the castle. He reads it out, “Page 1, Current Affairs; page 2, Affairs.”

"Very tasteful,” Lily says with a snort that almost sprays her friends with hot chocolate.

“Which does your fight fall under?” Asks Mary innocently.

“Ha,” Potter smirks, “both.” He stretches his arms into the air and then clasps his hands behind his head, knocking Black’s shoulder in the process.

“Arrogance isn’t a virtue you know,” Maya tuts.

“Let him have it, it’s his only personality trait,” Marlene says dryly. This gets a laugh out of everyone but Potter just frowns, looking genuinely upset. Although Lily can’t be sure, because she hasn’t got all of his facial expressions catalogued. That would mean she’d spent a long time looking at him, and that definitely is not the case.

They all leave just as it starts snowing, the hot chocolate in her stomach not hot enough to keep Lily warm for longer than a second. She shivers as the snow finds its way to every bit of her exposed skin and wishes she had a time-turner so she could dress more warmly this morning.

“No scarf?” Potter asks, letting the other three boys pull ahead with a more relaxed strut.

Lily looks up at him, ignoring Marlene’s eyebrows behind him. “At the bottom of my trunk. I thought the summer might hold out a little longer.”

“This is Scotland,” he smiles and then unwinds his scarf from his neck before holding it out to her. She waves it away, words stuck in her throat, so he just wraps it around her neck, warm fingers brushing her skin once, twice. “I’m built to handle the cold.”

“With all your layers of fat?” Finally she finds her voice, and manages to raise an eyebrow too. Cool, cool.

“Exactly Evans,” Potter grins and takes a step back, sliding his hands into his pockets, “exactly.”

“Thanks,” she says, before he turns away.

“What are friends for,” he winks and then turns, almost slipping on the wet ground but catching himself just in time. He jogs to catch up with the boys and Lily imagines the blush on his face.

“Nice scarf,” Maya says, slinging her arm over Lily’s shoulder at the same time Mary does. Lily blushes and ducks her head down, burying her chin into the scarf and pretending not to hear her friends.

October drags, sticking its heels in and refusing to leave. The snow doesn’t settle, just leaves the grounds soggy and the castle cold. Professors take the opportunity to give the sixth years even more work and Lily finds herself in the library every spare moment, trying to finish essays before she is handed the next one.

Distractions worm their way in though, and she finds herself playing Exploding Snap with the Marauders or walking down to the pitch to watch the Gryffindor’s practice or flicking through to the back of Witch Weekly. One day she even finds herself reading through all of Lockhart’s If The Walls Could Talk, which Filch had officially classed as contraband two weeks ago. A perk of being a prefect though is that she still gets access to all the contraband she confiscates, so she hides herself behind a pile of books on conjuring spells and flicks through the copies.

Rumour has it that Lucinda Talkalot is only second rate on the pitch, but first rate in bed… What a lot of people don’t know is that the Lockhart family actually founded… To take a sneak peek inside the library’s Restricted... This week in the Hufflepuff’s surprisingly rowdy… her eyes wander over the pages, taking in the Affairs section but skipping over the Current Affairs, which always seem to relate back to Lockhart or his family’s achievements.

She pretends she’s reading all of them just for something to do. But she also pushes all the other copies to the side when she finds the one she wants.

… straight from the side lines. It all began with a single, off-hand comment from Slytherin Quidditch team member Evan Rosier. “How did your summer go?” He asked the handsome member of the Marauders, Sirius Black. This was apparently a touchy subject for Mr Black, who didn’t answer Rosier’s question but instead hexed him. James Potter, Marauder and man who got rejected by Lily Evans… Lily stops reading and takes a steadying breath. …was not happy about this and soon it was an all-out brawl. The Marauders can certainly handle themselves in a fight, but so can Slytherins and it’s hard to say who would have won if Professor McGonagall, hard line teacher and animagus, hadn’t intervened.

“Not the best writer, is he?” Potter announces himself, appearing suddenly over her stack of books and making her jump. Lily slams the pamphlet down and pushes the pile away, although it’s too late to pretend she hadn’t been reading it. Potter winks as if he’s just discovered some big secret and is promising not to share it. “Don’t worry, we all have guilty pleasures.”

“It’s not… I was just…” Lily pulls her wand from her bun and arranges her hair to calm herself down. “I thought I’d see what all the fuss was about.”

Potter grins and asks, “Which one were you perusing… ah,” he snatches up the one she’d dropped like it’d burnt her. “Thought this was old news by now?”

“Took it off a Slytherin beater this morning. They’re still not over it,” she says, happy to have some sort of defence.

“No,” he drops down into the other chair, “they don’t seem to have the ability to get over things. Terrible at obstacle courses, I heard.” Potter smiles at his own terrible joke, half hiding it behind the pamphlet. Lily struggles not to smile back. “Hey,” he looks up, “I tell you who else hasn’t gotten over this. Pa- Black. He won’t stop quoting it to us. ‘The handsome member of the Marauders’ has really gone to his head. I don’t suppose you could do a mate a favour and –“

“Confiscate his copy?” Interrupts Lily.

“He’s got eight copies, Evans, eight! I don’t know where he’s getting them from. Every time I throw one away, another is on my pillow when I get back.” He shakes his head and tilts the chair back, looking quite put out by the whole thing, “Disgusting.”

“I did always think it was Remus who was the handsome one,” Lily says, looking at him out of the corner of her eye whilst she pretends to flick through the other pamphlets.

“Each to their own, I’ve always rather fancied Pete myself.”

“Potter?” She looks at him suddenly, the thought burning in her head since she read the story.

He looks at her. His smile hesitates, as if he knows what’s coming. “Evans?”

“Is his summer a touchy subject?”

Potter tilts the chair back further. Runs a hand through his hair. Considers her. Runs a hand through his hair again. Then he says, “I don’t know if I’m the one you should be asking.”

This is a fair answer. This is also a true answer, but Lily knows Black would sooner give Lockhart an exclusive on his summer than answer any questions she has about it. “But he’s okay? That’s what I meant.”

“He had a change of address,” Potter says, no longer looking at her and setting his chair back down. He hands her back the pamphlet and sounds eerily expressionless when he speaks again. “Good luck with all that reading.”

She doesn’t want him to leave on a sour note. Not that it’s sour. Just… stale. “Where are you going?” He swings around and shrugs, half smile, his half smile on his face.

“Got some planning to do. Can’t be known as the Marauder who got rejected by Lily Evans forever, can I? Need to make a name for myself.” His hazel eyes meet hers for a second, almost as if daring her to keep talking about the subject, but then -

“Shh!” Madam Pince appears, armed with her feather duster and a half manic look in her eyes.

“See you around, Evans,” Potter stage-whispers before saluting Pince. The librarian replies by chasing him with her duster. Lily watches him out the library and then drops her head onto the desk and groans to herself. You’re a knob.

A few seconds later, she’s jerking her head up again as a first year timidly approaches and shoves a familiar looking scroll onto the desk. Before Lily can ask anything or say thank you, the first year runs off and disappears amongst the shelves. She shakes her head and unfurls the scroll, happy to see that this year Slughorn has skipped the exploding confetti.

Dear Miss Evans,

It has been too long delayed but I would now like to cordially invite you to a meal to celebrate the start of the school year on 15th November. There will of course be excellent food and, as always, stimulating company. Do let me know if you’ll be in attendance, although I’m not sure what else you have to be doing!

Prof. H. Slughorn

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Warning: vague mention of child abuse, injuries, blood, a little swearing, a bit sexual.

A/N: it’s finally done hooray! i feel so accomplished since it took me so long in editing and writing this, it felt like i had a baby and now it’s all grown up ready to go to college. anyways, enough about me, let’s talk about this piece of work i got right here. it’s not finished yet, it has a second part so don’t worry. i thought it's best to split them cause it's way WAY too long already as i've mentioned a couple times before and thank you so much for being patient and sweet and for encouraging me to write, it helps and it brightens me up for days. i hope you have a fun time reading, muwah!

Tags: @sungoddessra, @@aria-is-trash , @mcrosiers , @aceslytherin, @kaymordeline, @im-on-blue

Pairings: Felix/MC, Chester/MC

Felix loosened his tie and adjusted his collar, perspiration starting to build on his forehead as he ungracefully sat on his expensive dark green sofa near the fireplace. With a tired wave of his hand, a house elf appeared with firewhiskey on top of a silver tray, head low and arms stretched towards him. He took the drink and with another silent wave, the house elf bowed then disappeared.

He looked like shit, he’s aware. If anyone who knows him sees him now, hair unkempt, dress shirt crumpled in small folded creases, and sweat running down the side just near his temple, they would have gaped in disbelief.

Felix never felt so disorganized.

He knows why he just didn’t want to face it just yet. The sound of ice hitting the glass as he examined the beverage in his hand absentmindedly brought him back to the time when he first met one of his unlikely friends many years ago. The sound of the fire crackling faded and the sound of scraping silverware along with a familiar booming voice took its place.

Year One

“HUFFLEPUFF!” Yelled the Sorting Hat as it was placed on top of none other than Jane Court. Felix remembers her, he saw her coming in and out of the compartment next to his and buying sweets from the trolley lady. Nose high when asked which house she’ll be getting into.

I’ll be in Ravenclaw no doubt. Have you read Hogwarts: A Histo-

Professor McGonagall took the hat on top of the blonde girls head to reveal half of her hidden face. She was shocked, to say the least, eyes blown wide but silently got off of the chair to approach the Hufflepuff table. She was greeted with an assortment of applause and a few welcoming handshakes.

Shame. Felix thought, his hands behind his back, she has the wits for Ravenclaw but it wasn’t enough for the sorting hat it seems. He wished he knew how the hat sorts them by so he wouldn’t be so-

Despite the confidence that was placed on his shoulders when he left for the train to Hogwarts he can't help but feel nervous.

What if the hat places him somewhere other than Slytherin? Is he even Slytherin enough? His father would hex him if he wasn't. Merlin forbid that he'll be placed in Gryffindor of all houses.

Felix suppressed a shiver when phantom green lights directed at him flashed behind his eyelids.

“Next we have-“

He felt a light tap on his shoulder. Felix stopped midway from listening and looked behind him to come face to face with a boy with coffee brown eyes and neatly gelled hair, shining under the floating candles above. "What house do you think you'll be in?" He whispered as he looked over to the next student getting sorted.

Felix didn't feel the need to answer because the boy opened his mouth before he could even reply. "I think I might be placed in Gryffindor, my little brother occasionally tells me I'm brave. I mean, if that's how the hat sorts us by. Though I doubt it, bit too easy if that's the case."

Felix didn't say a word, he didn’t have to, he kept his mouth shut despite the rising disdain he has for the gelled haired boy already. No one was placed in Gryffindor that didn't cause any trouble. They are loud, messy, and all over the place. His father said.

There was a moment of silence before the boy jumped, a look of realization on his face. "Oh sorry mate, forgot to introduce myself. I'm Chester Davies." Chester held out his hand for him to shake and he politely took it in his hand and shook it briefly before letting go.

"Rosier," He paused letting his family name sink in, voice low and devoid of any interest, "Felix Rosier."

"Saw you sitting in the compartment alone earlier in the train. I wanted to say hi but didn't want to disturb you, you seemed pretty preoccupied." Chester chuckled before continuing, "I do that too whenever the situation presents itself."

Felix was yet to respond and Chester raised a curious brow, "You sure aren't talkative, that makes you a good study partner. Say, do you find Divination weird or interesting?"

"Felix Rosier." Called Professor McGonagall looking around among the first years. Felix straightened his back, his name echoing among the Slytherin table. He could feel them staring at him, waiting.

He stepped out of the crowd to sit on the chair the professors provided without a second glance at Chester. After this, they wouldn't be able to talk to each other anymore and he found himself relieved, he didn't want to associate with anyone like him.

The ugly hat was placed on top of his head, almost too slow for his liking. “Ah, I see. You're one of them aren't you?" The Sorting Hat's voice is deep especially up close, Felix could feel it trying to understand him inside his head.

Legilimens. Hissed his father when he thinks he’s being untruthful. "Hmmm.... yes that is quite tragic." Drawled the hat thoughtfully. Felix began to feel uncomfortable on how transparent he is to the hat now and wished nothing more than to get this over with.

"Dangerous, very dangerous." It muttered. "You're a Slytherin no doubt, your ambition outmatches your father and your grandfather's. You have a right to be proud.” The heavy load seemed to have lifted from his chest making him sigh in relief.

"But too much ambition can lead you to a lot of trouble boy, best to stay out of it."

Felix was confused despite the swelling pride blossoming in his chest. "What do you mea-"

"SLYTHERIN!" Yelled out the Sorting Hat and it was taken off of him. Felix stood up, brows knitted together trying hard to decipher what it said.

Now walking towards the Slytherin table, he saw a few familiar faces with others he didn't recognize. They whispered to each other and looked over at him, whether it's mild interest, admiration, or calm indifference he didn't entertain them.

They know who he is and it gave him great comfort and a gut-wrenching distress that he hides perfectly behind a stoic expression.

"Welcome to Slytherin Rosier, the house will expect great things from you." The current Prefect told him before telling a few of his fellow Slytherins to move aside and give space for him to sit.

"Chester Davies!"

The familiar name rang and Felix turned around from his seat to see Chester walking stiffly towards the front, clearly nervous. When the hat was placed on top of his head he was sweating and pulling at his collar.

"YOU WANT TO BE IN GRYFFINDOR EY?!" Yelled the Sorting Hat and the Great Hall erupted in laughter. Chester shrank and a pang of remorse made it's way to the surface. Felix internally sighed, Shame.

The hat was talking to him and it seemed that Chester was the only one who can hear it and the student's laughter died down. The Gryffindors were eager to add another poor soul to their bunch and some were leaning over to try and catch what the hat was saying.

A momentary pause, the hat looks like it was in thought before yelling.

"RAVENCLAW!"

The Ravenclaw table erupted in noise, clapping and standing up with big smiles on their faces as Chester hopped off from the chair to walk over to his table. On edge, the boy almost tripped over the stairs before composing himself and walking much faster than necessary.

Felix wasn't expecting that, maybe there's a small chance they'll be able to talk to each other that now he isn't sorted in that house.

One thing crossed his mind when he thought of Chester. The boy who was hunched over, overwhelmed by the attention he was receiving.

Felix doesn't envy him, no, not at all.

End Year One

He let out a dry laugh as the memory, still fresh from his mind like it happened yesterday, came back almost choking him. One glass wasn't enough, not even a bottle. With a silent call, the glass was refilled by a house elf before leaving him again to his own devices.

Felix learned earlier in life that not everything happens the way you expect it to be, that you don't get your way unless you do something about it. It was basic knowledge, everyone knows that.

How did his father reach being a member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight? How could they have obtained a large sum of gold? Surely not standing around and doing nothing, his family line would have ended before it even began.

Evan Rosier didn’t stop getting what he wanted, there was no hesitation written in his actions if Felix ever felt like remembering him despite the bitter and burning taste in his mouth that the firewhiskey can never outmatch.

But where is he now?

Dead.

Evan Rosier died in the war. He didn’t make it because he was a fool for following a supposed 'Dark Lord' who got defeated by a damn infant.

Felix was twelve when he received the news.

Year Two

It was October and Hogwarts is in lockdown. Students aren't permitted to leave their common room after six and Felix was in his dormitory anxiously reading Guide to Advanced Transfiguration using the light from his wand to be able to see the text. It was better to occupy himself than think about the ongoing war in the wizarding world.

It's been weeks since he received a letter from his mother and thought that the ministry might have interfered with parents communicating with their children who are currently in school. It wasn't the most practical but it's reasonable, especially when you're a son of a Death Eater.

Felix spent his time alone and some classes were canceled so they had more free time than usual. The muggle-born and half-bloods are all shaking along with other lesser purebloods who, at least, had a higher chance of survival than the rest.

He couldn't sleep.

Thank Merlin the professors weren't paying much attention to the student's school work or else he would be failing class after class. Felix wouldn't stop worrying about his parents or the outcome of this war would be.

He had met the Dark Lord, saw him only once when his father decided to invite him over. The dark wizard's presence was suffocating, he couldn't even begin to describe how his magic surrounded him like fog, ready to take the air out of Felix's lungs to the point he was suffocating during dinner and the only thing that kept him on his toes is his mother's reassuring squeeze on his leg.

Felix has bags under his eyes but kept his posture straight, hair combed neatly, and is as cold and forward as always. Some students were avoiding him, he can tell, they stepped out of his way whenever he walks by.

There's little to no students left appearing in classes, some preferred to stay in their common room until they are called out for food. The professors understood or simply had their own worries to even consider it a problem.

Gryffindors were as ballsy as ever and are mostly the ones who cut through the tension in the air to help forget momentarily about the war along with encouraging Hufflepuffs and reasonable Ravenclaws.

Chester was one of the few who was still buried deep in the books. Felix never thought much about it because he is a pureblood and he doesn't even need to worry about being hexed from this life to the next.

Somehow he was the only one Felix can really talk to during this time. Well, if talking also means reading quietly in the library together until the sun sets then they are quite acquainted.

They would occasionally talk, they don't just sit there in awkward silence. Chester is mostly the one who fills the air with nonsense and Felix would only reply if needed. Neither ever talked about the war.

Chester fits into all the categories his parents would allow him to have in a friend. He's a pureblood, not a Gryffindor, quite book smart, and isn't one to look for trouble.

This continued until November hits. He heard some students whispering, asking each other if Halloween will be celebrated inside of Hogwarts this year. Idiots. Felix hissed at them in his mind. You think of parties when people are out there dying? He didn’t know anymore, he was unsure. There was something wrong but he just couldn’t find it. Felix was so confused.

He questioned his father’s decision for a second and he immediately banished it from his mind. To question his father is to question himself and he wasn’t ready for that. Not now, maybe not ever. Felix feared the day everything he grew up to be was just something that could easily be proven as a lie.

He breathed, In and out, he told himself as he kept walking. A Slytherin walked past him, head low, their hair framing their tired face.

A letter arrived before the day ends.

He was on his way to the library, a new book in hand when an owl hooted at him from the distance. It wasn’t familiar but he took the letter that was dropped on top of his head. Felix thought that the sender might not need him to reply.

The owl wasn’t familiar but the seal with his family crest was, he picked it up instantly, looking around for any signs of life. When he found none, he opened the envelope.

‘Felix, this is your mother. Forgive me but I have to make this letter brief, I have unpleasant news.

Strange. He thought. Felix began to feel uneasy, he could feel his mother's stress through the parchment.

Your father fought for the Dark Lord bravely my son, he did the best he could to rid the world of impurity. Our Lord has fallen by the hands of none other than Harry Potter and now we are facing a conundrum. With your father gone and our family name tarnished because of Igor Karkaroff, I will be sent in for questioning.

No news as of yet of this matter, only that the Ministry wants to talk to me. For now, you will focus on your studies and will continue to remain oblivious of your father's connection to the Dark Lord and anything relating to his death.

I will be planning a late funeral in December. Until then you won't be receiving letters from me. Destroy this message after you finish it.’

Felix’s hand was sweaty and it dampened the thin expensive paper, he gripped it so tightly in his hand that it crumpled. The boy’s face was blank, hickory eyes darker than usual despite the soft glow of the sunset on his face.

Evan Rosier, a man Felix looked up to most of his life, is now dead. His mother didn’t let him know how he died but knowing him, he wouldn’t have gone down being pliant and begging for mercy.

A hole in his chest opened like a black pit, an endless void. Felix couldn’t feel anything, doesn’t feel anything other than this cold sinking feeling. They lost the war, his father is dead, Voldemort got defeated, and his father is dead.

“Incendio.” He whispered and the letter bursts into flames, leaving no trace of anything other than the smell of burnt paper mixed with thick ink in the air. The thought of visiting the library didn’t sound appealing anymore, he turned and headed back to the Slytherin common room.

“Felix, wait up!” Called Chester in the other end of the hallway, he jogs towards him, robes flying behind him slightly. He grasped Felix’s shoulder to stop him and a pang of something made it’s way up starting in his stomach, to his chest, then to his throat. He wanted to lash out, to yell but his father’s words crept into his subconscious.

You are a Rosier.

A Pureblood

Know your place.

And he swallowed, letting the words die just right at the tip of his tongue. “I didn’t see you today so I thought I’d check up on you.” Chester, the boy with neatly gelled hair, stood in front him. “Are you alright?” He asked, tone careful with barely hidden worry in his features.

Felix brushed it away with a nod. “Fine, I just noticed the time.” With how the sun is nearly disappearing he knows that they’ll be ushered back into their respective rooms soon. “I have to go.” He side-stepped Chester and went back to walking ahead.

“Wait!”

“What?” Felix hissed low, irritation leaking out from his steady facade. “If... if you want someone to talk to. You can- I mean, my door’s always open.”

He stiffened, thoughts racing. Did he saw?

“See you around.” Without waiting for a reply, Chester walked back from where he came, hands in his pockets. The quick clicking of his shoes began to sound faint until Felix couldn’t hear it anymore. His knuckles turned white as he clutched The Monster Book of Monsters.

End Year Two

The glass in Felix's hand crinkled as he gripped it tightly, eyes distant. Evan Rosier died in the hands of Mad-Eye Moody, rumor has it he took a portion of his nose before leaving this earth.

He took another sip of his drink.

Felix was right, his father is too proud and stubborn to back down even if it was a dozen Aurors taking him all at once. He was given two options, to rot in Azkaban or to die. Both weren't ideal but dying was the easiest way out and what better way to describe a Slytherin?

Felix could feel it again, the empty dark hole that seemed to have made a home in his chest. He would never say it out loud but he was glad that his father died. The old man was better off dead anyway, with him gone Felix can do whatever he pleases.

He can ignore his mother, especially her suggestions of potential wives. She had been showing him photo after photo of women whenever he comes over, it was almost rehearsed. A different month a different girl and she grew frustrated that he wouldn't pick one. She insisted on knowing about his preferences but unfortunately for her, Felix doesn't have any.

Unless if it's-

Felix stopped right there. No. He reminded himself, Stop.

But his mind wouldn't let him. The walls he put up is starting to crack and he couldn't halt the tiny bits and pieces of memory that slips through the gaps. Felix licked his lips, throat beginning to dry instantly.

A girl was running, skirt flying as she ran around the familiar grassy field filled with wildflowers, chasing the pages from her notes that got caught by the wind-

the color of her cheeks, the flutter of her eyelashes, the small bounce in her step-

her bright eyes, her soft lips-

her hair, her voice, her smile, her-

everything.

The walls collapsed and thoughts of her hit him like a tidal wave, it was drowning him, Felix could hardly breathe. The hole in his chest is suddenly being filled with something he didn't dare name. It kept pouring in but it didn't make him feel full. It didn't help soothe the ache.

He was still hungry, wanting more of whatever she has to offer. He laps up the attention she gives him, savor the small touches that ghosted over his skin for days, he eats up the words that went past her lips when she's talking to him.

Felix was the dog next to its master's table wishing for a few lucky bites of whatever it is on the plate.

The glass in his hand shattered, unaware of the grip he had around the fragile thing. The sharp pain made him refocus on his dark and gloomy surroundings, reminding himself to breathe. In and out.

The glass dug in his palm and the color of his blood shined almost black in the barely lit room. The light in the fireplace flickered and he felt uncomfortably warm. Felix's palm opened letting the blood drip down to stain the carpet.

“Have you seen her?”

Year Five

“Yes, I have.” Replied Felix who was facing Chester, “It’s impossible not to.” With a butterbeer in hand, he took a drink to hide his amusement. The edges of his mouth curling upwards as his lips touched the glass. The boy, who no longer gell his hair but let his locks loose, glared at him from across the table.

“Then you know exactly what I’m talking about. Don’t you feel a little bit sorry for me, for what I have to deal with for two more years?” Chester has his arms in front of him, palms open as if asking for Felix something. Unable to stop, he covered his mouth to silence his hysterics.

Chester scowled. “Some friend you are.” Felix coughed before waving his hand. “My apologies but it’s not my fault you have little to no luck in life at all.” He said with simple directness.

“Great. I’m so glad you find my pain entertaining.” He sighed, “First it’s Jacob and now her. I don’t think I’ll survive until the end of the year, let Ravenclaw win the house cup for seven years straight in memory of me.”

Felix rolled his eyes, “Don’t be dramatic, you’ll do fine. She couldn’t be worse than her brother.”

“You don’t know that!” Chester exclaimed, hands on his head, messing his neatly combed chestnut hair. "Have you ever met him? Talked to him? He's absolutely mad, bonkers, at his wits end! He kept talking about these cursed vaults like a lunatic! He wouldn't drop the subject that's why he got expelled!"

Felix was taken aback by Chester's sudden outburst. So it's that bad huh? How can someone be able to cause this much trouble? He thought and immediately try to calm his friend down.

"Listen, she's an eleven-year-old girl. What could she possibly do? Lumos her way in?” Smirking, he could see Chester’s tense shoulders relax little by little. “Besides I’m sure she learned a lot from her brother getting expelled. Do you think she’ll throw away her own opportunities to find, possibly non-existent, cursed vaults?”

“I can see where you’re getting at, I really do Felix.” He sighed again, “But you see, she thinks that her brother isn’t dead. Just, you know, missing.” Chester gestured in front of him, his own butterbeer forgotten. "I ask her why she thought that but she only gave me a short reply.”

There isn't a body so he isn't dead.

“She wouldn't believe it if there isn't any evidence that he is."

"I would say that's quite a solid argument," Felix mused, rubbing his chin. "I wouldn't put it past her if she thought that her brother isn't gone yet. Though I believe that she wouldn't be stupid enough to retrace his footsteps."

"I doubt it.” Chester groaned out pinching the bridge of his nose before taking his butterbeer and drinking it. It already dropped to room temperature but it seems like he didn’t care. “One of the reasons why I asked you to Hogsmeade, besides letting off some steam, is that I wanted to ask you about a first-year named Merula Snide."

The familiar name got him straightening his back. What did she do this time? He hissed in his head, irritation seeping through his being. "And what's so interesting about her that you feel the need to ask?"

"She's taking every opportunity to get Jacob's sibling in trouble. She reported to me that Ms. Snide put Bulbadox powder in her cauldron causing it to explode and after being tricked she got trapped with Rowan Khanna, her friend, inside a closet with a Devil Snare."

“Does she have any evidence that Merula Snide did all these?” Felix guessed that she doesn’t have any but he believes her, Snide caused a lot of problems already at the start of the year by mentioning You-Know-Who carelessly and the urge to set her straight right now increases. Another one to taint the Slytherin name? Not on his watch.

Chester pursed his lips. “No.”

“Then that’s quite a bold accusation.” He stated calmly but Chester only shook his head. "She insisted that it was her, I'm not saying she isn't lying either because I was not there to see it for myself. I just ask of you to look out for any suspicious behavior regarding Ms. Snide. I already had enough headaches to last a lifetime." With a last deep sigh, Chester took his butterbeer and downed the whole thing.

Felix felt pity for him as he watches Chester empty the glass. His hair was messy, his eyes tired, and his mouth was shaped into a temporary frown. Merlin, he hoped one day to never end up looking like that.

End Year Five

Felix laughed at the irony of it all. He laughed through the pain. How dumb can you be? He asked himself, his own cruel tongue lashing at him, creating wounds that Episky can never heal.

There was a small figure standing not far from where he's sitting, it was a house elf holding a wet towel, looking at him with big eyes filled with worry. The creature didn't dare speak now, afraid of the consequences if he did.

Felix's laughter died down, slumping back against the sofa with a loud thump. Who knew that he would feel for her this way in the future? He was never really good at Divination even if he had good grades in the subject, he always thought that it was a load of bull anyway.

And what good would it do to see yourself years from now pining over a girl that would never want him the way he wanted her? Fuck that, he'll eat his own heart out first then hers. The thought made the corner of his mouth twitch.

Running his tongue over his lips, Felix asked himself what flavor does he think she would taste like. She would be sweet, no doubt.

When have you become so morbid?

"Master, Rico wishes to s-serve.” Stuttered the house elf, approaching the sofa with shaking legs. "M-Master is hurt."

Felix was unresponsive but moved his injured hand to the side. His arm plopped lazily on the armrest, palms open in invitation and Rico rushed to heal him and clean up the mess he made.

The pain on his hand disappeared when the elf put his own palm over it and with a snap of his finger, the blood stain in the carpet disappeared, along with the broken glass.

"Rico brought Master a towel." Rico offered the wet towel but Felix decline by turning his head away to stare straight into the fire. "Leave me." He said voice hoarse and the elf, with sad eyes, quickly obliged.

Year Six

Fast heavy footsteps were echoing around the empty library and Felix felt the need to look up, so he did. It was Chester, with fire in his eyes and books tucked under his arm. Felix knew what this was all about and he mentally prepared himself.

The Ravenclaw prefect slammed his books down in front of him and thank Merlin the uptight librarian wasn't there to hear it or else she would have thrown a fit.

"Now, Chester, calm down-"

"No Felix, I'm done." Chester fumed, "I've had enough complaint from my house, from Jane, and from Angelica. You said you'll do something about it but I don't see any progress, it’s almost as if you’re letting them.”

Offended, Felix stood, his chair scraping the floor making a screeching sound. "I'm not responsible for the actions of others nor do I control it." He seethed, "But rest assured that I'm doing my best in order not to let them offend your sensitive ego."

Perhaps it wasn't the right words to say by the way Chester's face gradually becomes red. Felix took great pleasure knowing that he had hit a spot, though it was short-lived. Guilt made its way down the pit of his stomach and he wants to vomit an apology out but his pride wouldn’t let him so he swallowed.

Jaw tightening, Chester narrowed his eyes. "This isn’t about the damn house points, let Jane do the job of throwing heads. You're aware of what this is about, don't act coy.” He retorted, his hands balled into fists. “It’s about the bullying, quite obvious really since your house is fucking full of them!”

Felix gritted his teeth, "And what about Gryffindor? I don't see you both complaining to Angelica."

“It’s more likely that your house is the one who initiated it and this is different.”

“What makes you believe that?”

“Because a snake would do anything to save its own skin and you know damn well Slytherin contains a lot of fucking dickheads." It was quiet, both of them staring each other down. Felix can’t confirm or deny it. Though he expected much more from him than this. It was unfair, he didn’t want it to happen. It wasn’t his fucking fault.

The Slytherin prefect scowled at Chester, closing his book with a loud bang. "You have a thick skull Davies, and here I thought Ravenclaws are supposed to be wise." He picked his book up before walking away.

“This isn’t over Rosier, Slytherin will answer for Eliza Mckinnon’s broken leg!” Yelled Chester from behind him and a familiar "SHHHHHHHHHH-" from Madam Pince was heard throughout the library.

End Year Six

Who knew Quidditch could ruin friendships? Felix stood up, taking off his black tuxedo jacket and throwing it on the sofa, then he ripped his grey tie off of his neck before throwing it into the fireplace. He hated that one anyway.

Felix wondered if Chester ever thought of him from time to time while unbuttoning his white dress shirt. He remembered his plan for revenge, how pathetic it was. It was filled with restraint and doubt that it was almost laughable. Felix had a feeling that there was more to it than that but the boy was too cowardly to proceed.

Chester never really was the type.

Sebastian Jaeger, the third year Slytherin beater, knocked Elizabeth Mckinnon, the Ravenclaw seeker, off her broom resulting on breaking her leg. Felix saw it all, he was in the front of one of the stands and could see Elizabeth’s leg bent in an odd angle, lying on her back with a pained expression. The blue of her uniform was a contrast to the color green of the Quidditch Pitch.

Up high he caught Sebastian laughing with his teammates, speaking enthusiastically as if he did the best thing ever known to man. A voice echoed in his head.

You taught them that.

YOU. TAUGHT. THEM. THAT.

Felix vowed to never share or teach if he knows the other would use it for nefarious purposes, especially for something like this. It was supposed to be all in good fun, a bit of a twist to the game.

How wrong he was to believe that those boys would ever think differently and to even assume that they see eye to eye with him-

It made Felix's blood boil.

Mckinnon came out in the infirmary good as new with a nicely healed leg, another miracle made by Madam Pomfrey, and the next Slytherin vs Ravenclaw game was canceled due to the incident. No evidence or punishment was brought down on Jaeger.

Though one afternoon he was seen in the Courtyard, drenched head to toe from being pushed by an unknown force into the fountain. He was humiliated but other than that he came out fine.

Nobody knew who did it but they all guessed it was a Ravenclaw since he was tormenting a Ravenclaw student before getting pushed, and the fact that he almost did kill a student from said house made it even more apparent.

A pair of coffee colored eyes burned straight through the back of his head, sending silent curses his way before disappearing. Leaving him dread a pair of hands would wrap around his neck and choke him.

It never came but something else grasped Felix and he was familiar with it. Regret. Which is by far more worse than any physical blow in his book.

Chester was only one of the few people he knew he could easily call a friend. He was different from the rest, he was open, enthusiastic, and he never minded if Felix just distances himself at odd times. He understood.

That’s why he felt a little guilty when he imagined her there in the room with him, admiring his physique on the sofa where he previously sat. Eyes shining under the soft glow of the fireplace when he discarded his trousers.

He felt something stirring in his lower abdomen and he groaned. Dreams and fantasies are all he has, Felix doesn't want him to take that away from him too.

Pathetic.

Her smile was wide, inviting, almost innocent. Felix thought how cruel life is as he kicked the last remaining piece of clothing off of his body before making his way up to ready himself a bath.

For a thousand time, he replayed a recent memory. Something he just saw only days prior to his sorry state today.

Felix was walking, his cane hitting the ground on one cold cloudy afternoon, he just visited his mother who is still insisting that he marries before he reaches thirty. The woman looked as if he grew a second head when he brushed off the subject and told her that he might never do so.

He only wants one girl and he doesn't want any unwanted distractions from his work.

This doesn't mean that his mother would stop all of this nonsense, she can be very persistent. It's good that he grew up to tolerate it or he would have succumbed for her to leave him alone.

He apparated just outside the building of the Ministry of Magic. Jane, who would be up there somewhere, checking the clock and guessing if he would come or not.

The Rosier family became a large benefactor to the Ministry since the tarnishing of their family name. It was to 'compensate' for his father's actions and the Ministry was more than happy to accept.

It's important to build a good reputation. His mother coldly stated after the funeral. So that we could have people on our side when the need arises. Granted, most of them are previous Death Eaters, but they're making their way up again and that's all that matters.

At least, that's what he tells himself.

He went up the stairs, taking his sweet time knowing that Court is getting anxious by the minute. Felix likes making her wait, maybe then she would begin to realize that she isn't the big fish in the pond.

The Ministry of Magic is a wide circle of powerful people who cruelly stomp on those that don't benefit them.

Ah, politics.

Felix looked around, head held high when one or two people glance at him one too many times. He was admiring the stunning pillars when he spotted the familiar shade of chestnut colored hair among the crowd.

It was Chester leaning down to give a girl a kiss, he almost didn't recognize him with that hideous full beard he has on. It didn't suit him at all.

He was wearing an ugly brown three-piece suit with a blue trench coat and Felix grimaced at his choices of clothes. He heard that he had become an Auror, specifically a private investigator, after Hogwarts and it was the most unsuitable job he could think of for him.

He had always imagined him to be the kind of man that will be filing papers behind the desk for the rest of his life. Like Jane. He thought, scrutinizing Chester's appearance once more.

He has his silver cane in one gloved hand. His black robes, despite being simple, stood out because of the patterns of snake scales that he couldn't help but admire. It was basic yet elegant and Felix didn't know why he felt the need to compare.

Felix was ready to leave, not wanting to watch anymore, he still has many things to discuss with Jane. Then as he about to do just that, he caught a glimpse of who Chester was with.

His eyes gradually widened and the grip on his cane tightened, a sharp pain went straight to his chest and he just couldn't believe it.

It was the girl who had forgotten him. The girl he met years ago at his doorstep asking for a look at his family’s vast book collection for 'research'.

Sorry, I didn't mean to be a bother. Angelica told me you have all sorts of books. May I- may I come in and have a look?

She was wearing black trousers with a light blue fitted dress shirt. Her hair was shorter than he remembered, and her eyes were fixed on Chester's bearded face.

And she was blushing.

Chester took off his ugly trenchcoat to wrap it around her and they started walking away from where Felix stood, his hand never leaving her shoulder. They disappeared- no, apparated away so fast that Felix thought that it might have been just his imagination.

But when will he ever imagine Chester being with her so intimately like that?

Felix couldn't remember what Jane told him but he agreed to it, which is bad since he doesn't know what she asked of him and the woman can be devious when she wants to be.

Then he remembered Cole, if it wasn't for her he would not be in this predicament. He wouldn't have met her and that would have saved him a lot of trouble. Is it that horrible? To have the chance to know her?

Thoughts of them together went back to the forefronts of his mind and it made his chest ache once again. When he reaches his luxurious bathroom, he closed the door behind him with a click.

One thing crossed his mind when he thought of Chester. The man who was leaning down to kiss the only person he seemed to endlessly want.

Felix doesn't envy him.

No.

Not at all.

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bvinsider · 6 years ago

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Dear readers,

I think it’s time you and I had a little catch up…

In the last few weeks since I’ve been back things have been as hectic as always. However, our Gryffindors, usually known for their rowdy nature, have been very quiet as of late. Our own Head Boy and Girl, James Potter and Lily Evans have been almost suspiciously quiet. Who knows what they get up to when they’re supposed to be sorting out prefect duties.. Whatever it is, they seem to be keeping very private. Even Sirius Black has been rather boring as of late, though that never usually last long. Surprisingly, Remus Lupin seems to be getting up to more than both of his friends. His friendship with Caradoc Dearborn could quite possibly be blossoming into something more. And I definitely heard talk that he was looking for fashion advice from none other than Gilderoy Lockhart. It’s hard to tell whether he’s trying to impress Caradoc or ditch his old friends for new ones. Speaking of budding friendships or more, we can’t ignore the one between Gideon Prewett and Alaric James. Gideon might want to watch out though. Not only has Alaric been spotted multiple times with mysterious injuries he refuses to comment on, he also appears to be skulking about the corridors after curfew. Unfortunately Fabian Prewett, Mary MacDonald and Hestia Jones seem to be following the older students and staying awfully quiet this month. Let’s hope they spice it up soon. Osric Gryffindor has been seen swinging his sword about again and yes, we are just as confused about that as you are. Three of our lovely Gryffindor girls seem to be struggling under the shadow of their brothers: Amara Greengrass, Amelia Bones and Molly Prewett. Amara seems to be getting on fairly well since her family drama, but Malachai is still the name on everyone’s lips. Word is that Amelia has been seen lashing out to students older and younger if they bother her. She’s certainly becoming less like her brother by the day. And lastly, sweet Molly Prewett, the more trouble her brothers get into, the more I forget about her…

Now onto our Hufflepuffs. Our most interesting recently has been Caradoc Dearborn. Sweetheart, turned heartthrob, Caradoc has been seen spending more and more time with both Remus and Gilderoy. Is he stringing them along or is it all just harmless friendship? Another person who seems besoted with Gilderoy is Leena Shafiq. She has been heard gushing about him multiple times this week alone. Can someone please get her something else to do. The Scamander siblings seem to be making quite a splash lately. Literally, when it comes to Jeremy who was seen jumping into The Black Lake with our own Lucinda Talkalot. Not only that, but a little birdie told me he tried to convince Daisy Hookum as well. I for one think they’d make a cute couple! Hope on the other hand has been making friends with anyone she talks to. You have to admire her friendliness towards even the oddest of people. True to their reputation, other Hufflepuffs are following Hope’s lead and making new friends. Amalia Lazaro has been seen befriending people from all houses, and we’re certainly happy to see some inter-house bonding here at The Insider. Other friendships that have been brought to our attention due to speculation about something more is Amos Diggory and Elizabeth Tonks. Is young love sparking between these two? We’ll have to keep a close eye on them to find out. The other Tonks, Ted, has been unusually absent as of late. One can only wonder what he’s been up to that makes him want to stay out of the public eye these days. Frank Longbottom has also been quiet lately, but I did hear that he’s annoying a lot of people with his obsession with rules. I hate to be the one to tell you, Frank, but no one likes a goody goody, prefect or not. Lastly we have Septima Vector, another person who should keep an eye on her friends, if anything we’ve heard about Barty Crouch Jr is true.

Ravenclaws often have a reputation for being sticks in the mud, but a few students seem to be doing their best to change that perception. We may as well start with Bartemius Crouch Jr who has rumours following him everywhere these days. He has been spotted hanging out with some well known Slytherins with dark arts books under his arm and his fellow students seem to be worried about what he’s up to. Lucinda Talkalot has also been disproving that reputation, between dips in the lake and breaking poor Gilderoy’s heart. Speaking of Gilderoy Lockhart, he has already been mentioned plenty of times in this article but I couldn’t mention him once more without acknowledging his brief stint on this paper. Do you miss him or are you glad to see the back of him? His friend, Kingsley Shacklebolt seems to be just as boring as ever. Sure, teachers love him but I think it’s time he did something a bit more exciting. Nolan Burnett has also had a severe lack of scandals surrounding him. I think we can all agree that his friendship with Alaric James is cute though. It almost rivals James and Sirius. Pandora White is another person with relationship rumours, between her and Xenophilius Lovegood. They’re both generally nice to everyone though so it’s hard to tell if there’s really anything going on. Sybil Trelawney was seen sneaking into the forbidden forest to find some obscure plant but really, what’s new there?

Lastly, let’s discuss our Slytherins. The most interesting thing in this house is of course all the drama surrounding their engagements. Starting with the Black sisters. Bellatrix and Narcissa were spotted on dates with Rodolphus Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy respectively during the last Hogsmeade weekend. Andromeda however? It’s hard to remember when she was last seen even talking to Rabastan Lestrange. Let’s hope both of their older siblings give them some relationship advice before it all falls apart. I wouldn’t specify older, but I can’t be sure that Narcissa would give the best advice. If the rumours about her friendship with Sanctus Slytherin are true, she isn’t being too careful about her engagement either. Now I wouldn’t like to be on the wrong side of Lucius but Sanctus doesn’t seem too bothered by these rumours or what his housemate might think. Evan Rosier also seems to be very relaxed about his engagement if his lack of time spent with Dorcas Meadowes is anything to go by. Other than betrothals, our Slytherins are keeping busy in other ways. Alecto Carrow seemed offended that we didn’t call her a loose canon last week but if her friendship with Isla Runcorn is anything to go by, she certainly isn’t someone I’d like to upset. The pair of them are a force to be reckoned with. Keeping their quidditch team afloat is Emma Vanity. Ravenclaw pride aside, I almost hope they win their next match just for the sake of her team. I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of her anger if they lose. Ronaldo Flint might also want to be careful. I’ve heard that Alaric is practicing fighting skills particularly for when he next bumps into his Slytherin foe. Three Slytherins that seem to be fighting stereotypes are Malachai Greengrass, Skoll Greyback, and Marcellus Gaunt. While this is nothing new for Malachai, Sky and Marcellus seem to be branching out lately for outdoor adventures with some unique friends. Marcellus has been spotted hanging around with Hope and Sky with Pandora. I personally think they’d make a good group of friends, even if it seems unlikely.

And that’s that. You’ve been a busy bunch these past few weeks but let’s hope next time I have something even more exciting to report on.

Until next time,

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atwistedoldfriend · 7 years ago

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Drabble Prompt: Evan being taught how to drive a car by Marlene.

Summer at the Rosier Estate was a beautiful thing to behold.Evan sighed contently, resting a hip against the balustrade where he’d settledhimself to wait for his house guest. He’d wanted to get away from London, andMarlene had mentioned that he’d never seen his home, so he’d decided to inviteher. He and Tolmi had arrived the day before, and to his ever-lasting relief,his father had vacated a week earlier to take a trip to France to see hisgrandparents, so it was just them.

It was getting late though, and he was starting to wonderabout his guest. He pulled his timepiece out to check it. Not quite three.Hmmm. He tucked it back into his waistcoat and then stilled when he heard astrange rumbling. Frowning he straightened away from the balustrade to peer outacross the main entry to the estate. What was that? Had a muggle become lost? “Well that’s a first.” He murmured. Pulling out his wand, heapparated to the the first step and moved down to the driveway, green eyesfollowing the cars progress.

His frown gave way to surprise when the car (which appearedto have lost its top) pulled up in front of him, revealing not some randommuggle, but his house guest. “Marlene?”

She beamed at him. “Whatdo you think?”

He arched a brow. “Ithink you could have just apparated here. What are you doing in that thing?”

She slid over and patted the spot she’d vacated. “I thought today could be a day of firstsfor both of us. You can show me your home and I will teach you to drive.”

Evan folded his arms across his chest and shook his head. “No. I do not want or need to know how todrive.”

She pouted. “Don’t bea stick in the mud. Come on. It’ll be fun!”

He hated when she did that. She was hard enough to resist asit was. “Why don’t you drive then?”He countered.

“Because I want tosoak everything in, and I can’t do that if I have to pay attention to the road.Besides, I won’t know where to go. You know I’m right. Just get in Evan.”

He sighed, gritting his teeth. He already knew he wouldn’tlike a car anymore than he cared for brooms. There were limits to control whenone used a device for travel. That’s why he liked apparating and the floo. Hehad complete control. The same could not be said about this, and his expressionsaid as much. He glared at Marlene, but she appeared unimpressed, and finallyhe huffed and moved around the car. Tugging the door open, he slid into thedriver seat with a sullen expression.

Marlene laughed at him and leaned over to press a kiss tohis cheek. “Stop pouting. It’ll be fun.”She admonished before she started telling him about the car. “This shifts the gears. D means forward, Rmeans reverse, P means park, which is what it is in right now.” She pointedto the pedals in the floor and added, “Putyour foot on the lever to make it go either direction. The other lever makes itstop. That’s all there is to it.”

Evan arched a brow and then shook his head. “All there is to it she says.” Hemuttered before he gripped the steering wheel. He contemplated it for a moment,then reached down to push the stick into ‘drive’.

“Yep. Now, hit thegas!”

Evan doubtfully pressed his foot to the ‘gas’ lever and thecar shot forward. He immediately slammed his foot on the break and the carjerked to a halt. Marlene ‘oomphed’ and then giggled. “Try being just a little more gentle with it Evan.” She teased, buthe couldn’t help notice that she reached over her shoulder and pulled an oddstrap down, snapping it into place at her waist. Realizing it was a device tokeep her in one place he immediately looked for one of his own and copied hermovement. Secured, he took a deep breath and eased his foot off the break. Thecar rolled forward. That felt okay. He left it like that, turning the wheel asthey literally rolled around the driveway.

“Big bad Evan, afraidof a little car. Gonna need to use the gas again, or we’ll never go anywhere.”

He glared at her. “Youcan drive.” He reminded her churlishly, but she just made a face at him andturned to look at the grounds inching past them. Huffing, he eased his foot onthe gas again. The car lurched forward once again, but not as fast this time.They passed through the row of trees lining the estate and when they reached aplace where the drive split up, he hit the break. They both slammed forwardagain, but the strap things held them in place. He considered a moment, andthen eased his foot on the gas again, turning the wheel to take them off themain drive.

“Now you’re gettingit.” Marlene cheered him, turning her face back to peer across the lawn. “So show me your home.”

He considered her for a long moment, then decided that maybethe car wasn’t so bad. He didn’treally like it anymore than he liked a broom (which would have afforded them amuch better view) but it was clear she was enjoying herself, and that was whythey were here. “Next time, I get topick the method of travel.” He informed her, easing his foot onto the gasonce again so that the car picked up speed. It wasn’t really an acquiesce toher decision, but it was clear that he wouldn’t complain anymore. The breezeand sun felt nice, and it was a nice way to see the estate. She laughed at himagain, as only Marlene did, and he smiled faintly. “If you look to your left, you’ll see the old gazebo, mum’s favoriteparty location.” He drawled, getting into the tour. If they were going todo this, might as well be with style…

#drabble #writing prompt #Muggle Cars #Marlene McKinnon #cherrybomb-witch #Anonymous

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skeletonwoman · 8 years ago

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The Best Liar (Sirius Black)

awkward when ur not a hp writer and have specifically kept yourself from writing hp except a fic gets solid notes so here you are, at it again. what can i say? i’m an attention hoe.

this is a prequel to The Best Ass

“I love dogs,” says Evan Rosier, a seemingly sweet-tempered guy who actually hid a straight up loon. “They’re loyal creatures and isn’t it sweet the way they often seem to worship their owners.”

He laughs lightly and you smile awkwardly.

“I actually hate dogs,” you mutter- a complete lie, and he frowns. “They’re so slobbery and they leave hair everywhere. That’s without mentioning when they bark loudly and growl at you. I definitely hate dogs.”

Evan stares at you and you wonder if you laid it on a little too thick.

“Ah-”

“Did I just hear you say you hate dogs, Y/N?” Sirius gapes, a too sharp look in his eye and you’re instantly regretting your words. It’s like being caught on a swinging wire with two knives at the apex of each swing.

Crazy Rosier or Crazy Black?

“What’re you even doing here, Traitor?” Evan asks Sirius and your head starts to pound.

“I really have to be going,” you mumble, excuses bubbling from your lips that neither of them are hearing. You’re more than glad when you step into the cold air outside and exhale a puff of steam.

“I’m not interested in James,” Lily squawks and Dorcas sighs gently. You slither up beside Lily, faking a shaky shiver and cuddling into her side, to which she wraps her arms about you absently, her gaze still glued to her interrogators.

“You’re sad and he’d make you happy,” Dorcas says, utterly reasonable, while Marlene clucks like a chicken at Lily, utterly idiotic.

“He’s a moron and he’d make me more-onic,” she counters and you hiss a sharp breath at the word play and proffer a low-lying palm. When she slaps it, you beam at her from your position cuddled up against her side.

“We’re defeated.” Marlene sighs, shaking her head just slightly at Dorcas when the other girl moves to protest.

As the four of you turn, all at once, you lock eyes on a giant black dog staring at you down the alley. It blocks the only way out and you wonder why and how the four of you even ended up in an alley.

When it growls, moving forward a step, Marlene and Dorcas step back with choppy breaths. Their panic is palpable. Even beside you, Lily is nervously twitching and you consider the fact that the reason she hasn’t moved back is because you’re holding one another.

Releasing her, you step forward and crouch slightly. Lily hisses, but is dragged back into the hold of Marlene and Dorcas.

“Hey, puppy,” you coo, one hand sinking into your robes for your wand, the other holding out a lax hand. “Who’s a happy puppy?”

The growl rumbles from its chest violently and your hand forms a fist for a second, only for the growling to stop and your free hand to go lax again.

“You’re a liar, you’re totally a happy boy,” you continue, your voice low and soft while you pull out your wand and hold it flat to your thigh. “I can see it in your little puppy smile wrinkles.”

The dog seems to pause at your words and you want to laugh.

Same, dog.

“You’re a happy, happy boy. Your fluffy tail says so, don’t think I can’t see the way it’s wagging,” you say, sidling closer and between one moment and the next, the dog seems to decide and launches itself at you.

Before you can get your wand up, before the girls can even scream, the dogs on your chest and you’re staring up at an overcast sky. A soft panting comes from above when paws press into your chest and a shaggy black dog head peers down at you.

“Lil’ happy boy,” you laugh, groaning at the weight of the animal, only to grunt when he lays down on you, stretching to sniff your chin. Sinking your fingers into his fur, you scratch up and down his back, beaming when he leans into the touch.

“Woah, are you guys okay?”

“Sir-uh Snuffles! Get off her!” Remus snaps and the dog on you growls at him. For a second, the two of them seem to have a loaded staring contest before the dog slides off you, not moving from your side. Struggling to your knees, you bury your fingers in the fur on the dogs back and grin up at Remus.

“You guys know the owner?” You ask amicably, hearing soft words behind you and the girls hurried explanations.

“Ye- ah. We see him all the time,” Remus grits, glaring at the beast and you coo gently to him, feeling quite special when he leans against you and shoots you a doggy smile.

“I’m so jealous- other than the whole growl and pretend attack thing, that was awful.” You prod the dogs back with each word and he barks a quiet sound. “But having a dog? Like this one?”

Remus laughs awkwardly, his eyes darting and you frown, looking about you.

“Weird, where’s-”

A bark sounds right in your face and you gasp, glaring at the dog who smiles at you.

“Maybe I’m not so jealous of your owners,” you say, scowling at the beast who whines softly and headbutts your stomach, nibbling on your fingers.

“This is too much, I… We’re going,” Marlene says definitively, pulling you to your feet and away from the dog and guys. Her hand is shaking.

“What was that?”

“I’ve never been so scared.”

“Bye, Puppy!” You call laughingly, grinning when Remus grabs the dogs ruff to keep it from chasing after you.

“Wanna go on a date?”

“We’ve been on a date, Sirius. It was a disaster,” you scoff, your eyebrows high as you take in the dark-haired boy leant over your desk.

“Maybe it was a miscommunication.” He shrugs easily and you roll your eyes, giving him a deadpan look. “Okay, maybe I was a little at fault.”

“It was all your fault!”

“You escalated it! Look. Neither of us are blameless, I may carry more of the load than you but we were both wrong.” Sirius ducks slightly to meet your eyes, his gaze pleading and you groan. Those stupid eyes are what got you last time. No, Lily said, Sirius is a known player and he’s an absolute troublemaker. But you’d fallen for it and ignored every warning and example she’d shown you because of those stupid eyes and look at you now.

Gonna do it all again. Idiot.

“When?” His expression brightens considerably and you glare hard, “this is not a yes. I want to know when and whether I show up is in the air.”

He grins, not hiding his delight, and you hate the way his eyes sparkle.

“There’s a Gryffindor party tonight, Lily will take you if you bring it up and if she argues, tell her James will be there and he’s going to chaperone.” The thought alone has you wanting to go and you’re not even interested in James. Not that you wouldn’t be, he’s utterly dreamy, but Lily has a subtle dibs going on.

His body is burning, hotter than anything you know and you arch up into the touch, moaning his name.

“Sirius,” you whisper, your voice thick and wanton as he lays a trail of kisses down your throat and he growls. His hands trace up and down your body, warm paths of heat that have your head spinning in circles.

Across the room, a party in the Gryffindor common room rages but your only focus is the dark head boy on top of you, on top of the tiny couch furthest away from the warm fire.

“You’re so beautiful, all I think about,” he breathes, the words tangible on your skin and you’re dragging his face back up to yours. Your lips crash together, tongues plunging and sliding against one another and you’re unsure what you’re drunker off. The fire whiskey or the boy between your thighs.

“Stop that,” someone says and Sirius hisses, going stiff and curling around you. “I said stop that.”

You peek over Sirius shoulder, Remus standing over the two of you with a long ruler and a giant smile.

“Sorry, Sir,” you tease, laughing at the way Sirius growls and Remus’ cheeks flare red. In seconds, he’s muttered an excuse and disappeared and you’re pushing Sirius up. “He’s right.”

“He’s a dollop head.” Sirius scowls but sits up all the same, pulling you onto his lap and wrapping his arms around you. The position is intensely cozy and you can’t help from setting your forehead against the side of his throat and melting.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, this isn’t a thing,” you mumble, your fingers fisting the material of his shirt and he hums indecisively, staring out at the raging party and holding you close.

i attempt to make these as house nonspecific as i can so yah

#sirius black fic #sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader #sirius black fanfic #sirius black fanfiction #harry potter fic #hp fic #marauders fanfic

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breakfastatcheyennes · 6 years ago

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Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald

***SPOILER ALERT***

For an entire year, we had all been waiting and anticipating the sequel to Fantastic Beasts, the continuation in the Harry Potter world.

With this film you finally got the answers you were looking for, the background of Newt Scamander and then some. Well sort of…. Plus we got to see Jude Law portraying, some people’s all time fave, Dumbledore. I said “some people’s” because he was not my fave, frankly, he doesn’t even make the list of my favorite characters from the Harry Potter world.

(I won’t get into that on this one, but believe me I will shortly in the future.)

Anyways, you finally get to meet his highly regarded older brother Thesus. First of all, I would like to say that they did the casting right with him. He certainly looked liked he could be Newt’s brother. I would also like to point out how handsome he was. I didn’t think he was that bad of a character, obviously, they wanted us to slightly dislike him with the shocking fact that he was Leta’s Fiance. Which I might say was a low blow for Thesus. Newt was pretty easy to read about how he felt about Leta, Theaus must’ve known how his brother felt too. Unless, he was that stupid, but considering, his high up role in the Ministry, you know that he is a smart fellow.

The last movie, I would have to say was kind of quirky and light hearted. This one took a step into a small puddle of darkness and a slither of sadness. There was one scene around the beginning of the movie, where I didn’t think the movie would actually go so dark. I’ve seen a lot of people get killed in the Harry Potter world, however, you never see this certain scene. I frankly didn’t think they had it in them, but they did. I actually liked them more for it. It meant that they were trying to break away from being seen as another children’s movie.

The fact that wizards and witches are not allowed to be friends or even marry a muggle, became a big factor in this movie. You would just have to see how this one plays out in the movie, I can’t really say anything about it without giving away a main ending.

There were two women, who I believe stole the spotlight whenever they were on screen, Leta Lestrange, portrayed by Zoe Kravitz and Vinda Rosier, portrayed by Poppy Corby-Tuech. Vinda Rosier, Grindelwald’s right hand woman, was an amazing character. A lot of my favorite scenes, were when she was in it. I liked her dark character, but she exuded elegance and charm. Vinda Rosier, may have some relation to Evan Rosier, who was mention in the Goblet of Fire. He was said to had been working alongside Voldemort, but died fighting off Mad eye Moody. It should had been a sight to see. Get it? Cause Evan was the one who took out Mad eye Moody’s real eye. I had read somewhere, I don’t really remember where, but they were speculating that Vinda Rosier, might have a larger role to play in the later movies to come.

Leta Lestrange’s character was hauntingly beautiful, I honestly felt sorry for the poor girl. I also wonder why she was with Thesus when it was clear that the Scamander, she truly loved was Newt. He definitely knew her better than his older brother. Her storyline was probably one of the most tragic storylines that have yet to come in the series. She said one of my favorite quotes out of the series, “Newt, you never met a monster you couldn’t love.” It’s a good thing that they quickly severed any thoughts that Leta and Newt should end up together. They had more chemistry than any of the characters, that are supposed to be in love in the movie. However, I thought that Tina and Newt’s chemistry was there too. Tina was just a bit more cold in this one, her having a boyfriend could be the reason for it. I would like to see, who will be playing this boyfriend in the third movie.

This movie covered a lot more about Credence and his backstory. I thought that this movie should had been called Fantastic Beasts: The Search for who Credence is. 50 percent of this movie was about how Credence was trying to figure out where his mother was and what family he belonged to. The scenes were okay, not quite that entertaining though. It was kind of like watching Lord of the Rings, and having to watch the boring but informational scenes with Frodo and Sam. Besides that, I really enjoyed the fact that Credence’s love interest in this film was the notorious, Nagini, Voldemort’s most trusted companion. It raised a lot of interesting questions. Like how did she end up permanently staying in snake form and what made her go bad? Those are questions that I am going to love getting the answers to.

Last, but not least, I wish we had more scene time with Grindelwald. As I stated above, 50 percent was all about Credence, so that left the other 50 percent. 30 percent of that 50, I would have to say went to Newt Scamander’s past. 10 percent went to some of Dumbledore’s past and the last 10 went to Grindelwald. Although he had limited screen time, you were able to get some good information about his reasonings. His cause was almost similar to Voldemort. He wanted to get rid of the muggle-borns, saying that he wanted to make everything pure. Meaning that he wanted a world with only pure bloods. He used fear in order to manipulate a lot of people onto his side. He also used other ploys but the fear of another war caused by the muggles was soon to come. In the end, he recruited a couple surprising people, ones that were very vulnerable at the time. Due to who ended up on which side, I would like to see how these two sides play against each other.

There was a really huge twist at the end, but if you were paying attention throughout the movie, then you probably could’ve figured out what it was. It does not disappoint. It got me excited for what’s to come.

#harry potter #fantastic beasts #Newt scamander #crimes of grindelwald #crimes of grindlewald spoilers #albus dumbledore

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darknesscall-rp · 8 years ago

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✖ full name: Rodolphus Achilles Cronus Lestrange ✖ age: 27 ✖ preferred pronouns: He/him ✖ affiliation: Death eaters (marked) ✖ occupation: Senior assistant to the Head of Magical Law Enforcement and member of the Wizengamot ✖ blood status: Pureblood ✖ former house: Slytherin

✖ checked information (x) ✖ face claim: Dominic Cooper

(recollected by Rita Skeeter. Sources can be less than reliable.)

✖ Rodolphus Lestrange is the youngest man to get a sit in the Wizengamot and has direct influence on the Minister. He seems to be in control of everything, except for his own wife that is. ✖ People comment he’s got an interest for younger girls. They all fall for his charms as soon as they’re formally introduced to society. ✖ And people wonder why the Lestrange brothers don’t get along. Rodolphus is heartless!

Rodolphus Achilles Cronus Lestrange. Charming husband, admired son, over achiever brother, respected member of the magical community and feared Death Eater. The prodigal Lestrange heir does credit to every single one of his names. He fancies himself hungry for power and unstoppable; like a wolf, practical and ambitious like a Greek warrior, and also a God; like the very same progenitor of Zeus. He was most certainly raised as if he was all of that, with a great deal of expectation projected on him. From the beginning of his life, his parents gave him their complete and utter attention. He grew up to be exactly what every pureblood heir aspired to be; and when the time to finally grow up and choose a life path came, he definitely aimed high.

His childhood was as easy-going as they came. Rodolphus quickly realised how simple it was for him to move around society like the adaptable predator he fancied himself to be. Dances, galas, meetings; he had been born and raised for it and it wasn’t long before the eldest Lestrange was talked about in every pureblood circle worth mentioning. His cruel side was always out-shadowed by his practical one. Rodolphus has always been a man of results. He doesn’t enjoy the chase, only the end. He goes in, does the job and gets out; everything in between he considers a waste of time. In his world, there’s nothing worst than time wasted. That’s how it has been all his life and that’s also how he won his reputation among society and Death Eaters equally.

Not everything in his life is as stern as one may believe at first glance, though. He is a man of many pleasures. He has always had a soft spot for beautiful things, untainted people, creatures who are willing enough to find themselves tangled in his web of charm, manipulation and lies. His indiscretions have been many, all swiftly swept under the rug due to the reputation that came with his name and his position. There’s little a Lestrange can’t get away with, he likes to comment while his fingers tap a glass of firewhiskey; eyes sharp and lips slightly wet. It’s almost impossible to wipe off that expression of his face, the smirk that only the fearless dare to wear, those who believe themselves above good and evil. People who frequent his company often say that this demeanour only changes when he’s around his wife.

Many were convinced that Rodolphus was going to remain a bachelor for life; but when it came to picking a wife, Bellatrix was his only option from the start. No other family was purer, had better connections or more influence than the Most Nobel and Ancient House of Black. He was in need of a powerful ally and the eldest Black sister proved to be more than fitting to play that part. It didn’t take him too long to realise his shiveringly logical and practical character was going to be constantly overshadowed by his wife’s fiery and intimidating personality, but he didn’t really mind. Scheming in the shadows had always worked better for him and he shared the same frame of mind as Bellatrix after all. They both joined the Dark Lord as soon as they were able to and dedicated themselves to the cause, with no real intentions of forming a real and functional family or having children; despite the desires their parents expressed.

As his wife became more and more obsessed with Lord Voldemort, Rodolphus devoted himself to gain power in other places besides the Death Eaters’ ranks. He soon went up the Magical Law Enforcement Department and by the beginning of 1978 he became the youngest functionary in history to get a seat in the Wizengamot; a title he now holds with extreme pride. This new position gives him an incredible and unique advantage, very appreciated by everyone who shares his ideals and who is involved in the cause he’s fighting for. There’s only one thing he considers is left to be done, and that is making sure his younger brother Rabastan makes the best choices for his future. He sometimes worries about the younger Lestrange’s dedication to the Dark Lord’s plans and finds himself feeling the need to protect him. After all, what better ally than a brother when it comes to winning a war and achieving true greatness? With Rabastan next to him, his own abilities and his neverending ambition and hunger for power, Rodolphus has no doubt he’s on the winning side.

Bellatrix Lestrange: Wife, arranged. Lucius Malfoy, Andrew Yaxley: Best friends. Rabastan Lestrange: Brother, protective of, wants to guide him. Alastor Moody: Long time enemy. Narcissa Black: Respects but thinks she’s naive. Evan Rosier, Gaspard Wilkes: Thinks they’re talented.

#rodolphus lestrange #dominic cooper #marauders rp #hp rp #death eaters #taken

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ourloveisforthelovely · 4 years ago

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A Perfect Storm Part 3

Harry Potter Marauders Ers- Post Hogwarts

Link to Part 2

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: M

Song in Chapter: Weather by Molly Parden

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I've been watching the weather where you are to see where it is that you're taking my heart. I've been praying that you haven't lost it yet. 'Cause it's times like these I don't want to forget

For the next few days, you decided that you weren’t leaving your room or talking to anyone. It didn’t matter how many letters and expensive pieces of jewelry that you received from Regulus or how many times that your mother came to harass you; there was no coming out. Evan didn’t bother, you knew that you brother was smarter than to even try.

It wasn’t until day 4 did the family elf Curly turn up in your room did you speak to someone.

“Mistress Y/n, your father ordered Curly to come up and tell you that the dark lord is coming to dinner. Master told Curly to inform you that you are to get decent and…”

Before Curly could finish there was a knock at your door. Your father’s voice came from the other side.

“Y/n, I want you to open the door this instant. I want to have a word with you.”

You quickly pulled on a robe before opening the door. It was very few and far between when your father came to your room for anything. Something had to be very wrong for him to show up.

Opening the door, you faked a smile.

“Father, I’m glad you’re home!”

You said as cheerfully as possible before wrapping your arms around your father’s shoulders. He held you back for a moment before motioning to the sofa in the corner of your room.

“We need to have a chat.”

You had a feeling of just where this was going to go but decided to play dumb.

“Of course.”

Your father, for the most part, decided to leave the child-rearing and decisions to your mother or nannies. He only came when something was unmanageable for the previously mentioned parties.

Sitting down beside your father, you decided to let him make the first move. Maybe he wanted to talk to you about something else. Maybe he needed advice on a new necktie or something? If you were lucky that was going to be the topic.

When am I ever lucky?”

You thought bitterly as your father smiled before cupping your cheek.

“You’re always such a pretty girl, Y/n. I think that is why your mother and I worry so much about you. While we support your career and the wonderful growth that we have seen in you over the past few years there is a topic that I need to discuss with you. If I don’t, I wouldn't be a good father, in my eyes. Your mother informed me of the situation regarding Regulus Black. I believe that it would be in your best interest to take him up on the offer of a proposal.”

You swallowed. This was going to be the conversation that you expected.

“He never mentioned that.”

Your father chuckled.

“Evan also told me everything that happened. I don’t think that Regulus really was able to get to that point. Y/n, you used to be so crazy for Regulus.”

You scrunched up your nose. This behavior would have earned a slap from your mother but your father was more willing to let you speak your mind.

“That was before he left me for another woman. Father, I don’t care if it was due to a love potion. I was and am still hurt but I do love him. I suppose that I am afraid of being hurt again.”

Your father nodded.

“He apologized and is trying very hard to earn your favor again. You can’t blame Regulus for situations that he couldn’t control. I don’t think that he would go to the extent of sending you such nice gifts if he didn’t care. This brings me to the topic of our discussion. I have spoken with Orion Black and the dark lord himself, we have all decided that it is in your best interest as well as our family’s best interest that you marry Regulus…”

“Father...where was I in this…”

Your father held up a hand.

“You will marry him, Y/n. Like it or not, I have to think of all of my children’s futures. Felix is in Italy. Evan is busy with being a death eater. For you, my only daughter, I have to make sure that you secure a smart match with a good family. The Black family is more than a smart match. I know that you and your children-to-be will be more than financially secure and your history with Regulus makes the decision either. The dark lord, although he typically doesn't get involved in family affairs, agreed to this match as well. Now, Regulus will be here soon as will everyone else. Get up, put on a nice dress and fix your hair. You will not embarrass our family. I have worked too hard to disappoint the dark lord. Therefore you will not disappoint me. Do you understand?”

As much as you wanted to fight back, you knew it would do no good. To be a woman and fight back in a pureblood household, yours especially, would just get you banished. Knowing your luck, your parents would find some way to sabotage your career and leave you penniless.

“Yes, father.”

You finally replied. Your father grinned before patting your face.

“Wear the black dress.”

Your father was gone before you were able to make an argument. He left you sitting alone on the sofa with wide eyes and a completely shattered mental state. Had this been five years ago and your father dropped this kind of bombshell on you, you would have been thrilled. You would be marrying the man of your dreams. There would be no confusion on either of your parts. Regulus wouldn’t be in a state of panic and you wouldn’t feel like a mess of nerves,

As you pulled on the black dress that your father requested you finally let your mind go to Regulus. As much as you didn’t want to you couldn't help it now. All you could see were those grey eyes locked on your face, the way he smiled (when actually did that), the way he had always been beyond gentle with you when other boys weren't...everything. Even with everything that you had gone through it was impossible to stop loving Regulus. You couldn’t just stop loving someone that you had loved since childhood.

The two of you had been shoved together at any spare opportunity by your mothers. Both Walburga and your mother had it decided since before the two of you were born that you would be for each other. To both mother’s delight, both Regulus and yourself “clicked” from day one.

That is what made Regulus’ betrayal with Ambrosia all the more painful. You didn’t just lose your lover...you also lost your best friend. Regulus (whether it was by love potion or not) was gone and wanted nothing to do with you any longer. The pain was more than words could really say or anyone could understand. It felt as if you were missing your right arm. The person that you went to for everything was gone.

Maybe you were being harsh on him now...especially since you knew that it wasn’t his fault but one had to protect themselves right? You had, for the most part, figured that out over the past few years. Sure, Evan was there but you wouldn’t have your brother forever. There was also the realization that Evan would agree with whatever your father (and most certainly the dark lord) ordered. It wouldn't matter what Evan actually felt. If it interfered with his sense of duty, his feelings would be placed on the back burner. Your other brother Felix didn’t really care either way. If he had to step in to fight for your honor he would but he would rather not be bothered by your train wreck of a personal life. His comment on the matter to your parents was “Betroth her to someone else. Problem solved.”

The sense of duty...That had been shoved upon Evan, Feliex, and yourself from dayone. As much as you wanted to throw your hands up and say “fuck it” you couldn’t. You could be like Sirius and say to hell with everyone but you weren’t able to do it. There was the very real knowledge that you would lose your family as well as the possibility that you father would have you killed. This was one way that the Rosiers was even crueler than the Blacks. If you were Walburga’s daughter, she would simply blast your name from the family tapestry and “forget” that you were ever born. Your parents, however, were not like that at all.

Your eyes had fallen to the photo of Regulus and yourself that you had never taken off of your vanity. It was the picture taken on the day that he had given you the engagement ring. You smiled at how “in love” the two of you looked. Regulus was nuzzling your face before kissing you softly.

Maybe it can be like this again?

You thought, hopefully. It would take time that was for sure. Regulus would have to gain your trust back and maybe you would need to let some of the walls that you had built fall.

That would be easier said than done…

After taking more than enough time, you finally decided to go downstairs and face the music. Walking through the formal living room and dining room, you saw more than plenty of familiar faces...just not the face that you were expecting. You had expected Regulus to be waiting for you to come out of hiding.

You know better than that. He isn’t going to draw that much attention to himself.

You thought as your attention went to your mother who was talking to Walburga Black. Smirking to yourself, you couldn’t help but wonder if that pairing is where bad ideas came from?

“Hey, you’re alive.”

You turned to face Evan, who had come to join you. Focusing on your brother’s face, you narrowed your eyes on him.

“Have you heard about my apparent engagement?”

Evan nodded.

“I have.”

You were suddenly unnerved by Evan’s calm stance.

“And your feelings?”

Evan shrugged. He wanted to say that he thought that it was a train wreck in the making but he couldn't. Evan believed that the tension between Regulus and yourself could be fixed but it would take a lot. Was he worried that Regulus would hurt you again No, Regulus had clearly learned his lesson but that didn’t stop the older brother in Evan from worrying.

“Father nor the dark lord asked for my input.”

Evan watched as you made a shocked facial expression.

“You’re supposed to be on my side, Evan!”

Evan wrapped an arm around your wrist and pulled you into the empty drawing-room.

“I am on your side...for your information but I have a job that I have to do. When the dark lord says something is a certain way, we go with it. You know this. Do you love Regulus?”

You nodded. Evan sighed.

“There...then this will work out. Y/n, we have duties that we have to fulfill no matter how personally difficult.”

Evan replied in his cold death eater voice. He looked over his shoulder before his eyes softened.

“Look, if Regulus is unkind to you in any way...I’ll know about it. I’m bigger than he is so I think that you will be just fine. Now go back in there and put a fake smile on your face...like we do all of the time.”

You wanted to say more but knew that it would be useless. Evan was on the right side of the tracks and apparently you were just being difficult...whatever.

Stepping back into the dining room, you noticed Regulus finally. He had apparently just walked in. You were thankful that he hadn’t seen you yet. Looking him over, that desperate feeling of love returned again mixed with the undying need to run for your life. Turning you slipped into the kitchen without making a peep.

I've been watching for the tiniest warning signs, and I'm afraid they might be right, I've been praying for a tell-tale sign, So I can keep you there in the back of my mind, I'll keep you there in the back of my mind,I could never understand, I'd have to ask him again and again, It was out of my hands, I'd have to ask him again and again

You stood in the kitchen focusing on the song coming from the record player that your mother was listening to. Resting your head against the wall, you wanted to come to a conclusion if things were really out of your hands or if you had the “chess pieces” as your mother suggested a few days before. If your mind wasn’t such a pretzel of emotions this situation may not be so damn difficult.

“Y/n?”

You looked up to see Antonin Dolohov standing in the doorway. This was the last person that you wanted to really deal with at the moment. You found Dolohov as interesting as a block of wood.

“Hello.”

You replied as he stepped further into the kitchen. He looked around the room with a forced smile (that he never needed to do again.)

“You look awfully pretty tonight...if no one told you.”

Internally gagging, you forced a polite smile. You wanted to tell the man that was obviously desperate for companionship to go find someone else. There were enough “man” problems in your life without his help. If Bellatrix hadn’t married Rodolphus Lestrange, you would have pointed Dolohov in her direction. They would make the perfect psycho couple.

You internally sighed as the realization that Bellatrix would soon be “family” to you. This day was just getting more and more magical by the moment!

“Thank you, that’ s a very nice compliment.”

You said. Dolohov smiled again.

“I was wondering if you would like to have dinner sometime. You’re a fine woman of quality.”

Oh, Jesus Christ

You thought, mentally giving yourself a facepalm. This had to be the worst “please date me” proposal that you had ever experienced.

“She’s engaged.”

Both Dolohov and yourself turned to see a very annoyed-looking Regulus in the doorway. You smirked as Dolohov put two and two together.

“To you, I am assuming? Black, you waited no time to move on. I can’t compete with this.”

He turned to you with a smile before walking from the room. Regulus scowled at the other man until he was gone from the room. Once Dolohov was gone, Regulus turned to you.

“Are you alright?”

You nodded, rolling your eyes.

“He’s repulsive.”

Regulus nodded. He waited a moment to say anything. This was the first time that you spoke to him like the “old” days. Even if it was about another man and only two words, Regulus would take what he got.

“Try working with him.”

You turned back to the kitchen sink, pretending to be doing something.

“I suppose you heard the same news that I did?”

You questioned, as you cleaned up a mess that Curly obviously forgot. Where the elf ran off to, you had no idea. What you did know was Regulus had moved beside you. You smelled his scent and internally sighed. Regulus being this close to you was both a comfort and wrecking your nerves at the same time.

“I did. Just so you know, I didn’t plan any of this out.”

“I know.”

You replied. Regulus blinked a few times. He had expected a bit more of a “spark” out of you. In fact, he was half expecting you to start throwing things at him. When you didn’t, he wasn’t for sure what he was supposed to do. You had always been the one that was quick to anger and he was the one that had to talk you down over whatever the event was.

“Y/n, I’ll be a good husband and I think that you know that.”

You still didn’t look up, which annoyed Regulus a bit more.

“I know. We’ve been pushed together since we were babies. I know everything about you, Regulus.”

Regulus finally got annoyed enough and reached out to take the cleaning cloth away from you. You quickly looked up as Regulus turned your body to face his.

“Then you know that I never...ever...would have hurt you intentionally. I think deep down under all of the stubbornness that you were blessed with that you know that too. I also think there is also a part of you that is still in love with me no matter how much you want to deny it.”

“I never denied it.”

You replied as Regulus wrapped an arm around your waist. The two of you stood quietly for a moment before you pulled away. Regulus looked as if you had taken his heart and smashed it.

“Regulus, we’ve both changed since school...since all of this nightmare began. I am not the wife and mother type...I don’t want to be like my mother or your mother.”

Regulus crossed his arms over his chest. He decided to go with the “olive branch” that he had saved for this conversion. It didn’t matter how much he disliked what he was about to say. If it helped him get back with you, he would be willing to give it a shot.

“I’m not asking you to give up your life. You can still be a model if you want. I’m not asking you to give up your life for me. In fact, I would prefer that you don’t be like our mothers. They are horrible enough. As far as my daughter, I don’t want her having the kind of example that we had growing up. Y/n, i’m not asking you to take the place of her mother but she needs a good example of what a woman should be. I can’t do everything on my own. I miss the us against the world thing that we used to have going. What do I have to do? What do I have to say? I am running out of ideas. I am almost to the point of pulling out the sass card and telling you to get over here…”

Regulus stopped his monologue when you smiled.

“Why are you smiling? What about this is amusing?”

You shook your head. When your mouth opened, you weren't sure yourself what happened.

“Come here, Regulus.”

“You’re not going to hit me are you?”

He asked with a small smile earning an eye roll from you.

“No, I am not going to hit you. I need you to prove to me that I can trust you fully.”

You replied as Regulus wrapped his arms around you. He considered trying to kiss you but decided against it. Pressing his luck at the moment didn’t seem like a great idea.

“That isn’t asking much. I’ve missed you.”

He said in a near whisper. You lay your head on his shoulder as all of the emotions of the past five years hit at once. If you were much of a crier, you would be sobbing right now.

“I’ve missed you too.”

Regulus didn’t dare attempt to let you go. Having to let you, the person who provided the most comfort to him, go was not about to happen. You were the one that fixed a lot of the bad things in his life. He wanted to hold you for as long as you would let him. Part of Regulus was surprised that you hadn’t tried to kick him.

“I have a feeling that you are still a bit of a handful.”

Regulus said with a small smirk. You scoffed.

“A bit?”

Regulus tilted your face to his with a small smile.

“Not that I’m complaining. I am kind of looking forward to a life of wondering just what in the fresh hell that I have gotten myself into.”

Before he was able to kiss you, your parents stepped into the room with Walburga, Orion, and Voldemort behind them. Regulus quickly let you go, choosing to ignore the look of approval that his mother was giving him. Walburga had sent him a scathing letter the day before with the news of the engagement arrangement that he better step up his wooing game. Expensive jewelry clearly wasn’t winning you over and if Regulus wanted to win you back then he better do something quickly before another man stepped in. Regulus would have rather taken his time and repaired the broken relationship in a “healthy way” but with parents like his and yours...that wasn’t going to happen. If he was lucky all of the bullshit that just oozed out of his mouth would be enough to please you for the time being. Things were a lot easier when the two of you were 10 years old and your biggest worry was what kind of bug that the two of you were going to throw on Sirius.

The moment that Voldemort stepped into the room, you watched Regulus go from himself to death eater mode. You hated how both Regulus and Evan would become almost cold robots anytime that Voldemort was around. It was required of them, you knew this, but that didn’t mean that you had to like it. Watching their faces turn ice-cold wasn’t something that you really enjoyed. Now you were going to have to forever watch it (unless something truly sudden and unexpected happened to the dark lord).

You also knew to limit your own thoughts as well as not be too “showy” when it came to emotions. If you touch or babied Regulus or Evan too much, you would hear about it later. You had to sit by either Regulus or Evan and be the supportive fiance and sister. It seemed only Bellatrix was able to get out of the “female norm.” If it meant doing things that Bellatrix did to step out of the norm, you would remain where you were. You wanted no part in having Bellatrix Lestrange as a mentor.

“Good, there the two of you are.”

Your father replied.

“Father.”

You said, simply as Voldemort strolled over.

“I suppose the two of you have been informed of the arrangement at hand. While I normally don’t get involved in domestic affairs because I don’t want to, I really think that the two of you have a lot to offer. I have been informed of the love potion incident and this is to be forgotten. Do you both understand?”

Both Regulus and yourself nodded.

Forgotten my ass.

You thought, hoping the dark lord didn’t pick up on that. To your relief, he didn’t seem to.

“Yes, sir.”

Regulus responded as Voldemort turned to you with a smile.

“The both of you have been arranged to marry since you were children. There is no sense in letting a little roadblock ruin what is good planning. We need more purebloods in this world. Y/n, dear, I will make sure that the Parkinsons are punished for their daughter’s doings. You can be assured of that.”

Voldemort turned his attention back to Regulus.

“As for you, take care of this pretty girl. Now, we have a meeting to get to. You’ll be okay without your fiancé for a few moments.”

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ourloveisforthelovely · 4 years ago

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Alive Again Part 1

Harry Potter AU

Summary: What if Regulus didn't die? What if Kreacher didn't see "everything" that happened in the cave that night? You have spent three years thinking that your lover was dead. Now you may have a second chance at life.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: M

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Regulus lay several inches below the surface of the water as you ran down to him.

“Reggie! No, no, no...Regulus wake up. Reggie, come back.”

You reached into the water enough to wrap your hands around the lapels of his vest and yanked hard. When his eyes snapped open, you screamed. Where your lover’s gorgeous eyes had once been was milky, cloudy, and white.

Inferius...your husband was dead and now replaced with a zombie-like monster. The moment that you tried to pull away his hand reached up and wrapped around your wrist. You thrashed backward trying to pull away.

“Let go! Let go!”

You screamed. No matter how much you tried, Regulus pulled harder. The moment you fell into the lake you inhaled and tried to kick hard. You had to keep your head above water. With each kick, Regulus’ grip increased until his arms were around you fully. He pulled you further and further down into the murky water of the lake. You wanted to scream at the blank ghostly expression on his face.

“Regulus, stop! You’ll kill me!”

You screamed internally as your lungs began to ache with the need to breathe. Reaching out, you tugged hard on Regulus’ curls as they floated around his head.

“Reggie.”

You whined again as the world began to fade to black…

You snapped awake the moment that there was a knock on your door. Sitting up, you were drenched with sweat and panting. That dream again! That blasted dream that haunted your sleep every night since Regulus died.

“Mistress are you awake?”

Kreacher’s voice came from the other side of the door before he popped in. The elf was holding a tray with a silver teacup on it.

“Good morning, Kreacher.”

You said, trying to calm down. The elf snapped his finger making some nice hot tea appear in the up.

“Kreacher thinks Mistress needs some tea. You sounded dreadful this morning. Were you having your dream again?”

You only nodded as the elf stroked your hand.

“Master Regulus died a hero, mistress. He loved you very much. Now, why don’t you get up and have some fresh air? Mistress has breakfast waiting. She wanted me to let you know that she has little mistress Astaria awake and ready.”

Kreacher mentioning Regulus’ name made your heart.

“That will do, Kreacher. Tell Walburga that I will be down in a moment.”

Once Kreacher was gone, you put your hand in your hands before focusing on your engagement ring. It had been almost three years since Regulus went away on a mission and didn’t return. It wasn’t until Kreacher told you what happened did you actually know what happened.

To say that you were devastated was an understatement! You were a new wife and about to be a mother. You were not supposed to be a widow...not this quickly. Had it not been for Walburga, you weren't sure what you would have done. She swooped in and picked you right up off of your feet. Maybe you helped her as much as she helped you. Walburga was getting over her husband’s death now her favorite son was dead. You were the last tangible family member that she had. Knowing that both her daughter in law and granddaughter needed her was enough to keep her hobbling along.

You quickly dressed before setting your eyes on your wedding photo. You couldn’t help but smile. Everything was so perfect that day! Regulus had his arms wrapped around you smiling happily. It was one of the few times that he smiled. You were so used to his serious calculating nature that the genuine smile warmed your heart whenever you saw the photo.

Beside Regulus stood your brother Evan. Evan was a difficult subject for you. He had fallen apart since Regulus died. Losing his best friend was a gut punch that your older brother never recovered from. He was still a death eater but was becoming more and more reckless with each passing day. You were, unfortunately, waiting to get notice of Evan Rosier’s death.

Walking down the stairs, your thoughts were still on Regulus’ death. After he died, you could have returned to the Rosier family home but you didn’t. You didn’t want to leave Walburga alone in the cold dark home that she inhabited.

“Good morning, my dear.”

Walburga’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. The older woman sat in front of Astaria as she happily nibbled on bite-sized pieces of toast.

“Good morning. Did she wake you?”

Walburga smiled and stroked her granddaughter’s messy curls. Everything about Astaria reminded Walburga of her son. She had Regulus’ curly hair, serious expression, and pouty lips.

“Not at all. I was awake when she started making her adorable little noises.”

Never in a million years did you ever think that Walburga Black would say anything was adorable. In the beginning, you were petrified of your mother in law. You had known Walburga since you were a child. As your aunt Druella had married Walbruga’s brother had had three girls; you were very well known with the Black family.

You grew up with Regulus. Maybe that’s what made his death even more painful. The two of you were the same age and were always playing with Evan, Andromeda, Bella, and Narcissa. Sirius never seemed interested in anything that the lot of you had going on.

“We are having a party.”

Walburga’s casual comment pulled you from the memories of your privileged childhood.

“Excuse me?”

Walburga smiled.

“I decided that it's time for a party. It's been a long time since there has been some life around here. I only wish everyone could be here.”

You closed your eyes envisioning the Black Family Tapestry. Regulus was gone. Bella was in prison and Andromeda was blown off never to be spoken of again.

At least the promise of seeing Narcissa was promising. Narcissa took extra steps to baby Astaria. She and Lucius would periodically swoop in and take the two of you on pricey vacations with their little boy Draco.

“Me too. It will be nice, mum. You’re right. We do need some life around here.”

Walburga stood with a smile and lovingly fluffed your hair.

“I would like you to wear the green dress that you wore for your engagement party. That dress was lovely. I even got a lovely little dress for Astoria. It will be good fun.”

(The next night) Walburga’s party turned out to be a bigger success than you had expected. A ton of people, that you didn’t know, showed up. You found yourself wondering how in the world Walurga knew half of these people also.

“Y/n, darling!”

Your attention went from the faces of strangers to Narcissa who had eagerly pulled you into a hug.

‘Cissy, it's so good to see you. Lucius, hello.

Lucius stepped forward and gently kissed your hand.

“Narcissa is right. You do look extremely lovely. It appears that Astaria is growing. She’s lovely.”

You smiled at your daughter who was busy playing with Draco.

“Draco too. He’s a charming little boy.”

Lucius smiled, proudly.

“I’ll let you ladies have at it. I’m going to visit some other associates.”

Narcissa nodded as her husband left. The two of you sat down and sipped on champagne Narcissa was the first to speak.

“There are some good looking men here.”

You nodded, casually. The truth was, you hadn’t really looked at any of the men in the room. You had felt any kind of drive to move on.

“I guess there is.”

Narcissa’s smile faded.

“Darling, it's been nearly three years.”

As you considered what your comment was going to be, your attention landed on someone standing in the doorway. You felt your mouth drop. That face...it was the fact that you had been missing for so long.

“Regulus!”

You nearly choked on your drink. Narcissa looked as stunned as you were as you tossed your cocktail on the floor. You nearly jumped over a couple of old people. Had your evening gown not gotten in the way, there was an old witch that would have been a small hurdle in your path.

Stopping a few inches away from him. Your mouth was hanging open as you tried to decide if this was a dream. Everything looked the same; the same hair, the same mouth, and the same eyes. Your heart ached to look at his eyes. Regulus’ eyes...they were right not like the inferi.

“Hi, darling.”

His voice...it was the same. This had to be one of the cruelest dreams ever! Regulus stepped forward and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Touch me.”

Regulus said, hoarsely. It didn’t take him being in love with you since childhood to know that you were scared out of your mind. Regulus didn’t want to admit it but you were always a bit delicate. Maybe that's why he was so excited about the betrothal that his parents offered.

You raised a shaky hand and stroked his cheek. Regulus was so warm! In dreams, he was never warm. His skin was always cold and corpse-like.

“Reggie!”

You squealed his name before jumping in his arms. This was the moment that you had in good dreams. Holding Regulus again was the one thing that you wanted more than anyone in the world!

Regulus, meanwhile, was as happy as you were. He kept his hold on you for a long time before slowly letting you down.

“Come with me.”

Regulus wasn’t ready to face his mother yet. His sights were only on you at the moment.

You followed Regulus into the small sitting room. He closed the door before turning to face you.

“I’ve missed you.”

“How are you alive? Kreacher told me...that you were pulled into that lake. How are you alive? Evan said that you would be part of the inferi now.”

Regulus’ smile fell.

“Can’t it be enough that I’m alive?”

“I deserve to know. I’ve been mourning you for almost three years.”

Regulus glanced over his shoulder before quickly walking to you and leaning down. He didn’t want anyone to overhear.

“Kreacher didn’t see it all. He saw me be pulled into the lake. I was able to get loose but I was trapped as a prisoner in that cave. You can thank Voldemort for that. He probably got my sassy note and wanted to see me suffer. I’m sorry, Y/n, but there are some things that you don’t need to know.”

You didn’t like that response. Somehow, you would get the information out of Regulus but for now, you would be thankful that your husband was alive.

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Young Love

Harry Potter - AU

Summary: Prequel to “On the Mend.”

This is how things began and fell apart between Regulus Black and yourself. The pain of losing your first love never fully goes away especially when you didn't' t see everything falling apart before your eyes.

Link to next part: On the Mend

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: T

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“Regulus Black is staring at you again.”

Dorcas said with a smile. You looked up from the book that was propped up in front of you. It had been the fourth or fifth time that week that you had been told that Regulus was looking at you. You peeked over at the Slytherin table where Regulus sat with his friends. Sure enough, his dark eyes were on you. Those eyes that were captivating you more and more by the day. You were the first to smile. Regulus looked at you for a moment before giving you a small nodd. You frowned at Evan as he glared at you before muttering to Regulus.

Rolling your eyes, you turned back to Dorcas who was giving you a motherly shake of her head.

“Don’t even think about it. Regulus is good looking. There’s no doubt about it but it would never work. You’re in Gryffindor and he’s in Slytherin. There is also no way that your brother will let you date him.”

You nodded at Dorcas’ response immediately. There was no way that James would ever let you date Regulus Black. Since Sirius had turned up on your doorstep almost beat to death, James set a “no talking to any member of the Black family except Sirius” rule. You had been fine to set by that rule until you noticed Regulus’ gaze on you. It was more like, you enjoyed how he was looking at you. Nothing would probably come out of a look. Regulus was probably internally cursing you for “stealing” his brother.

“I don’t think that you have anything to worry about, Dorcas. It is just a look.”

“And a nod.”

Dorcas added. You laughed.

“Regulus and I have been in the same year and in many classes together. He has never once said a word to me. Why would he start now?”

(meanwhile)

“Why are you looking at the Potter girl for?”

Evan inquired. Regulus shrugged.

“Merlin, I just looked up and there she was. I wasn’t looking at her specifically. Maybe I am trying to figure out why she is friends with Dorcas Meadowes for? That girl is ghastly.”

Evan had to agree on that one. Nothing about the Gryffindor lesbian was attractive. Not that it would matter anyway to any man in the castle. They would never be able to provide what Meadowes wanted.

“It's best to not even think about Potter in that way. She’s nothing but a waste of your time. There are plenty of other pureblood girls who are more deserving. Why would you want to mess with her anyway? Her brother is the reason that your older brother turned out to be a blood traitor.”

Regulus groaned.

“If I look in another direction will it get you off of my back?”

Evan appeared even more offended than before.

“Forgive me for looking out for you.”

Evan went back to his conversation with Barty Crouch Jr. He decided it wasn’t a good time to fool with his best friend. Regulus, meanwhile, turned his attention back to you. Just when did you become so beautiful? The last time that Regulus checked you were just a little awkward girl that tagged after your older brother and his band of dick friends.

Now things were different. Your dark curls fell down your back framing your face. Regulus wouldn’t admit it but he found himself wanting nothing more than to touch your cheek and nuzzle his face in your hair.

It was a ridiculous thought and he knew it. The last thing that he really needed to do was develop a crush on the girl whose brother he disliked more than anyone in the world. Yet, here he was staring at you more and more each day.

He swallowed as your attention turned to him again. Merlin, you had lovely hazel eyes. This time he found himself smiling a little more. When you blushed, Regulus had to look down.

“I made her blush! Me! I did that and I didn’t even say anything to her. Is that good? Or bad? Wait, why the hell am I freaking out? It isn’t like I have a chance with her.”

He had to stop the uncharacteristically gushy mood and get back to reality. There was no way that his family would agree to such a union either. Walburga made it clear that she wanted nothing to do with the Potter family ever mentioned in her home again. If Regulus wrote home and said that he was in love with Y/n Potter, his mother would probably come to haul his ass home.

When Regulus looked up again, he frowned realizing that James, Sirius, and Remus had returned to the table. You sat laughing at something Sirius was talking about. Regulus couldn’t help feeling a bit jealous. He still wasn’t over his brother's abandonment. His attention turned to James as a swell of fury went through him. James Potter had it all! James had access to both Sirius and yourself. He had Sirius and his stupid jokes and you and your lovely...everything.

“Guys, I’m out.”

Regulus muttered in Evan’s general direction. Evan turned.

“You don’t have quidditch practice until later. Where are you headed?”

Regulus rolled his eyes.

“Well, mother, I am going to the library. Would you like to hold my hand while I go?”

Barty and Snape laughed at Regulus’ snide response. Regulus was, after all, the only one that could talk to Evan Rosier in such a manner. If it were anyone else, they would have been hexed.

“See you later.”

Evan said with a grin.

You, meanwhile, watched as Regulus stood. Had he always been that tall or were you really just paying attention to him for the first time. You turned your attention to Sirius who was busy pestering Remus about giving him chocolate. Regulus wasn’t as tall as his brother. Maybe a few inches shorter but still as handsome, in your mind. Had Sirius not been so into Remus, you might have allowed yourself to have had a crush on him. That would have also been like having a crush on your brother. Sirius was different in your mind. He was one of your best friends and almost like a second brother. A crush would have been so weird. Regulus, though, was free game.

Free game was a nice way to put it. Had Regulus always been this good looking? You watched as he talked to Rosier a bit more. When he rolled his eyes at something Rosier said, you couldn’t help but smile. Whether Regulus wanted to admit it or not, he did a lot of things like Sirius. The way he flipped his curly hair back and the way his eyes seemed to darken when he was focusing on something.

You wanted nothing more than to reach out and stroke your fingers through his hair. His hair was probably soft...soft and would twirl around your fingers perfectly...

“Y/n! Make Remus give me the candy!”

Sirius whined, pulling you from your thoughts on Regulus. You turned to your friends with a frown.

“Sirius, you’ve had enough candy. You ate three of Remus’ chocolate bars last week.”

James nodded, in agreement.

“She’s got a point, Padfoot.”

Sirius scowled at James before turning to you.

“You’re supposed to be on my side.”

You smiled and gently patted his shoulder before speaking in your best “calming a child” tone.

“I’m always on your side but I also care about your general health. I’m already worried about Remus developing diabetes. We won’t need two with the same illness.”

Sirius reached out pulling you into an uncomfortably awkward hug. Your face was smashed into his shoulder as he cuddled you like a baby. From your place, you could see Regulus watching with a confused expression on his face before turning and walking from the great hall.

“Pads, can you not kill my sister?”

James asked, taking a sip of his drink. Sirius let you go and pinched your cheek.

“She’s just fine.”

Everyone had gone back to their conversations as you leaned over to Sirius.

“Can I borrow the map?”

Sirius raised an eyebrow.

“Where are you going?”

You innocently twirled a strand of your dark hair around your finger.

“I need to go to the library but I want to make sure that boy from Hufflepuff that likes me so bad isn't’ there and no I don’t want you to go scare him.”

Sirius didn’t think a thing of questioning your request any further as he fished the map out of his pocket and handed it to you.

“Well, if you need my services, you know how to get a hold of me.”

You nodded before standing up and gathering your books. Bidding your friends a farewell until lunch you slipped out of the great hall. To your pleasure, none of Regulus’ friends looked up. The last thing that you wanted was for any of them to have any reason to follow you.

Hiding in a corner, you searched over the map until you found the dot labeled as “Regulus Black'' in the library. You had to smile at how you really didn’t lie to Sirius after all. The only part that wasn’t true was the boy in Hufflepuff. Instead, you were after a Slytherin that you had little to no chance with.

The walk to the library was a lot longer than you expected. Stepping inside, you didn’t Regulus right away. You innocently looked over a book cart of newly returned books as you scoped out the room. There was no sign of the dark-headed boy that had you in such a mess.

When you finally saw him, he sat at a table on the other side of the room. You took a breath before heading over in his direction.

“I must be mental”

You thought. Regulus didn’t see you nor look up from the book that was in front of him until you sat down. His eyes widened, clearly surprised. You sat for a few seconds taking in his expression. Regulus didn’t smile. In fact, he looked quite annoyed by your presence.

“Hi.”

You finally said. Regulus blinked. This was the last thing that he was expecting and he really had no idea what to say for a moment. His quiet observant nature was kicking into full gear.

“Hello.”

He finally replied.

“Did my brother send you for something after he finished trying to smother you?”

You felt the blush quickly returning to your face. Maybe Regulus really wasn’t looking at you for any reason earlier. Now here you were making a huge fool out of yourself.

“Um no. I...uh...I really don’t know what I am doing so I’m just going to go…”

You stood as Regulus sat up quickly.

“You don’t have to...unless you want to that is.”

You sunk back down into the chair. Regulus’ icy expression eased as he looked down at your hands. Even your fingers were adorable

“What the hell is happening to me?”

Regulus thought as he tried to think of something nice to say. He decided to go into a spill about how he thought that you were the most adorable creature ever. That may come off as desperate. If he told you that he enjoyed watching you then he would sound like a creeper.

“I’m surprised that you are willing to even talk to me.”

Your voice pulled Regulus from his thoughts. He made a mental note to thank you for getting him out of his head later.

“What? Why would you say something like that?”

You shrugged and started twirling your hair around your finger again. The blush started coming back with a vengeance.

“Because of who I am...my brother...your brother…”

Regulus held a hand up.

“First, you aren’t your brother. You don’t make his decisions nor are you my brother or make his decisions. Sirius made his choice. You had nothing to do with that. You didn’t come to our house and shove him into a car or something.”

You smiled when Regulus smirked.

“Even though I despise my brother I am glad that he got out.”

Your smile faded.

“He misses you.”

Regulus looked down. This was news that he didn’t want. He had a hard enough time walking past Sirius when his older brother was screeching his name.

“Can we not talk about my brother or your brother for that matter?”

“That sounds fine with me.”

The two of you sat in the library for the next two hours not being disturbed by a soul. No one even seemed really interested in the sight of Regulus Black talking to Y/n Potter. It was you that stood first.

“I have potions to get to. I’ve had fun today.”

Regulus nodded.

“Me too. Would you like to do this again? I mean, we will have to keep it on the down-low because of my friends and family...your brother too.”

You knew that he was right on that one. If James found out that you were seeing Regulus, he would flip his lid. He would probably try to fight Regulus, which would turn into an epic “whose wand is bigger” pissing contest.

“You’re right. That is probably for the best.”

Over the next few months, you snuck off to see Regulus as much as possible. You weren't sure where the line from friends to lovers was crossed but you had fallen for him in no time. Maybe it was the day the two of you were walking through the forest and you tripped on the root of a tree. Regulus and his quick reflexes had you in his arms before you could even come near to hitting the floor. That was the day that Regulus kissed you for the first time. His lips were on yours before he let you go and you didn’t complain. You wrapped your arms around his neck and enjoyed the moment that you were craving so badly.

Regulus was the first to pull away. He looked down at you with a sly smile before leaning his forehead against yours.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

“Me too.”

You replied with a smile. It wasn’t until you heard a stick snap did Regulus jump away from you. His wand was out ready to hex whoever the fuck was spying on your private moment.

“Who is there?”

Regulus snapped. A moment later, Sirius stepped out with a hand over his face.

“Just ignore me. Go ahead and go back to what you were doing.”

Regulus shoved you behind him as if he was just waiting for James Potter to come out and be ready to fight. You, meanwhile, poked your head around your boyfriend’s body to look at your best friend who was awkwardly looking up at the sky.

“Hey, what do you know...the trees have leaves. Look at that.”

Regulus was scowling at his brother as Sirius finally looked back down.

“What are you doing here?”

Sirius held his hands up. He knew that Regulus was ready to fight and that was the last thing that Sirius wanted to do.

“I was in the common room, minding my own business, just looking at the map when I saw your names together and was...well I was worried. I didn’t know the two of you knew each other. It looks like you know each other really well or that is one hell of a way to get to know someone.”

Regulus looked confused.

“Map? Names? What are you talking about?”

Sirius realized what he had done and grinned.

“That’s not important. What’s important is what you two are doing. How long has this been going on? Do our parents know...or James for that matter?”

Regulus intertwined his hand with yours and shook his head.

“No, to both. I think that Y/n and I would both be dead if they did know. I suppose that you are going to go and tell them now.”

Sirius put his hand back over his eyes but peaked through his fingers to see which direction to go in.

“Just take care of her, Reg. Tell who about what? I don’t know a thing.”

He gave you a smirk and a wink before heading off in some random direction of the forest. Both Regulus and yourself stood watching as Sirius disappeared behind some trees yapping about getting lost and not knowing anything.”

Regulus had raised an eyebrow as you turned to him.

“Do you think he will tell?”

Regulus shook his head.

“My brother may be a lot of things but a snitch isn’t one of them. Now, where were we?”

(2 years later)

You stood at the top of the Astronomy tower waiting for Regulus to come for your date. Over the past few weeks, he had been a little more distant than normal. Regulus was always distant to a degree but this time it was different. He didn’t seem to be like himself at all. You figured that it was about the whole being a death eater and you not supporting it but you weren't for sure.

“Hey.”

You turned around as Regulus stepped out of the shadows.

“Reggie.”

You ran to him and threw your arms around his shoulders before burying your face into his chest. He held you for a moment before backing away.

“I need to talk to you, Y/n.”

You noticed right away that something was amiss and had a bad feeling about where this was going. Did the dark lord require him to do something bad? Why was he telling you? He knew that your brother and his brother were in the order! This would be cruel to expect you to keep any more secrets about Voldemort’s evil doings.

“What’s wrong? Did you have to kill someone?”

Regulus shook his head.

“Not this week. I saw my parents over the Easter holiday and...well...Y/n I don’t know how to tell you this but saying it straight out. I’m getting married.”

The expression on your face immediately made every fiber of Regulus’ being snap. His heart broke as you took in his words.

“To who? I thought we were getting married after school...remember running away to Ireland before your parents could say anything.”

Regulus sighed.

“My parents arranged a marriage between myself and Ambrosia Parkinson.”

“Tell them no!”

You snapped, as the tears began to fall. Regulus winced. He hated seeing you cry and now that you were doing it because of him he felt worse.

“I can’t say no, Y/n. My parents...they are counting on me, Sirius...I have to be the heir that he wasn’t. I'm doing any of this to hurt you. I don’t want to do this. I want to be with you.”

You held a hand up.

“If you want to be with me then fight for our love. Tell them about us. Be a man and tell them no. You’re throwing away two years that we have spent together…”

“Hiding from everyone.”

Regulus finished your sentence. You nodded as he reached out to hold you, however, you slapped him away. Your hands slapped his chest wanting to smack some sense into Regulus.

“Yes, we have been hiding but I don’t regret it. You can’t do this to me, Regulus. I’ve given you everything.”

Regulus sighed and pulled you into a hug. His lips were on your forehead as he nuzzled his face against your hair.

“This isn’t going to hurt just you. You're going to make some man very happy one day and I am going to have to stand back and watch it, darling. I am going to see someone else make you happy the way that I have. That beautiful light in your eyes….it will be on someone else and I’ll hate him for it.”

You pulled away as you tried to take in the stupidity of the situation.

“I mean it, Regulus. Tell them no!”

He shook his head.

“I’m not. I’m sorry. One last kiss?”

Your face instantly showed the disgust that you felt for him.

“You come here and tell me that you are marrying some horrible toad of a woman then you want one last kiss? Goodbye Regulus. I curse the day that you spoke to me!”

You shoved Regulus away before storming down the steps of the astronomy tower. Never again would you look in his direction at the Slytherin table. He could have the ugly girl who was named after fruit salad. If Regulus wasn’t man enough to tell his parents whom his heart really belonged to then there was no hope for anything!

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