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rainywerewolfmoon · 11 months ago

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A Fairyland Yule

Ao3 Link here A Fairyland Yule - Princessmh9 - Original Work [Archive of Our Own]

It's Yule time in Fairyland and Genevieve and Ash are getting ready for their very first Yule together. But when Bella turns up asking Genevieve to come back for Christmas and her family Genevieve doesn't know what to do. Will Genevieve finally bridge the gap that her and her family made, or will it remain a gap for many years to come?

Chapter 1: Winter's Enchantment

{Winter was a time for family and the bonds they made. But it was also about the beauty that the coldness could bring. The way the icicles glistened like diamonds in the pale winter sunlight, and how the snow-covered landscapes transformed into a magical wonderland. In the Kingdom of Enchanted Forest, the Fae folk and creatures were getting ready for Yule and in the castle of King Oberon and Queen Titania who were the mightiest King and Queen of all the Fae, preparations were in full swing. The castle, nestled amidst ancient, towering trees adorned with sparkling frost, bustled with activity.

Elves scurried about, hanging garlands of ivy and holly, while mischievous pixies added their own special touch by sprinkling glittering dust over everything. The aroma of spiced cider and freshly baked pastries wafted through the halls, filling the air with a comforting warmth. Princess Genevieve, with her regal grace and a touch of magic passed down through Merlin, her great Grandfather, gazed down at her newborn daughter, Elara, with a deep and abiding love. As she carefully picked up her precious little starlight, Genevieve's heart swelled with affection. Elara, swaddled in a soft, shimmering blanket, looked up at her mother with eyes that seemed to hold a world of wonder and curiosity.}

{Genevieve} Hello, my little starlight, my darling Elara.

{Genevieve's voice was like a soothing lullaby, a melody that only a mother's heart could compose. She cradled Elara gently in her arms, her touch conveying a sense of protection and love that only a mother could provide. The bond between mother and daughter, forged in the fires of love and destiny, was a powerful and magical one. Genevieve couldn't help but marvel at the tiny fingers and delicate features of her daughter. She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on Elara's forehead, a tender gesture filled with love and blessings.}

{Genevieve} You are the light of our lives, Elara. You carry the legacy of our family and the magic of our ancestors. With Merlin's powers flowing through your veins, you are destined for greatness, my sweet one.

{The door to the nursery opened silently, and Ash, the Elf Prince, stepped into the room. His presence was accompanied by a gentle breeze, carrying with it the scent of the forest and the soft rustling of leaves. He stood there for a moment, his heart swelling with a mixture of pride and profound love as he beheld his wife, Genevieve, and their one-moon-old daughter, Elara. Genevieve, radiant as ever, turned to look at her husband with a warm smile as he entered. Her eyes sparkled with the same enchanting light that had captured Ash's heart long ago.}

{Genevieve} Ash, my love, our precious Elara is awake.

{With grace and tenderness, Genevieve shifted Elara in her arms, allowing Ash to approach and take a closer look at their newborn daughter. Ash's eyes shone with a mixture of awe and adoration as he gazed upon the tiny bundle of life that had come into their world.}

{Ash} She's perfect, Genevieve. Our little starlight.

{His voice was filled with a deep sense of wonder, and he reached out to gently stroke Elara's cheek with a gentle finger. Elara responded with a soft coo, as if recognizing the touch of her father. Ash and Genevieve exchanged a loving glance, their connection unspoken but deeply felt. They were partners in every sense of the word, sharing not only their love for each other but also their responsibilities in the Kingdom of Enchanted Forest.}

{Ash softly} I can't believe it's almost been one moon since her birth.

{Ash's voice held a mixture of amazement and nostalgia as he spoke softly, his eyes never leaving the precious bundle in Genevieve's arms.}

{Genevieve} Time has passed quickly, my love. It feels like just yesterday that she came into our lives, bringing with her a world of magic and wonder.

{Genevieve's gaze was filled with a mother's tenderness as she looked down at Elara, who had already grown in subtle ways since her birth. The little one had begun to display a curiosity about the world around her, her bright eyes taking in the nursery's decorations and the play of sunlight filtering through the leaves outside the window. Ash, leaning closer to his wife and daughter, gently reached out to touch Elara's tiny hand, marveling at the softness of her skin and the delicacy of her fingers.}

{Ash} And it be our very first Yule together not just for me and you but also for Elara.

{Genevieve's eyes sparkled with anticipation as Ash spoke, his words echoing the sentiment she held in her heart.}

{Genevieve} Yes, Ash, our first Yule together as a family. It will be a celebration of love, magic, and new beginnings. I can already imagine Elara's eyes lighting up with wonder at the enchanting festivities.

{Ash smiling softly} So can I.

{Ash and Genevieve, the happy couple, continued to gaze down at their precious daughter, Elara, whose eyes sparkled with curiosity.}

{Genevieve} Look, Ash, she's watching the snow. I think she already feels the magic of Yule.

{Ash nodded in agreement, and together, they moved closer to the window, allowing Elara to see the snowflakes as they danced in the wintry air. Outside the nursery, in the throne room of the castle, a different kind of magic was in the air. Prince Willow and Princess Aurora, the young twins, played with boundless energy and delightful glee. Their laughter echoed through the grand hall as they chased each other, their steps as light as feathers. King Oberon and Queen Titania, the beloved monarchs of the Kingdom of Enchanted Forest, watched their children with loving smiles. The twins were a testament to the enduring love between Oberon and Titania, and they brought endless joy to their parents' hearts.

{Queen Titania} They grow so quickly, Oberon.

{King Oberon placed a reassuring hand on Titania's shoulder, his eyes never leaving their children's playful antics.}

{King Oberon} Indeed, my love. It's a reminder of the magic of family and the blessings we have been granted.

{As the twins continued their playful romp, their laughter seemed to blend with the falling snowflakes, creating a symphony of happiness and wonder that filled the castle. The Kingdom of Enchanted Forest was a place where magic thrived not only in the mystical but also in the love and bonds of its royal family. In the midst of the winter's beauty, both in the nursery and in the throne room, there was a sense of unity, love, and hope that Yule brought to all who called this enchanted realm their home. And as the snow continued to fall softly outside, it was as if the very skies themselves were blessing this moment of joy and togetherness.} ...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

{In the heart of Victorian London, despite the biting cold of winter, the city was alive with bustling activity as Christmas approached. The chilly air did little to deter the spirited citizens as they went about their preparations for the most festive season of the year. Streets were adorned with colorful bunting and wreaths, and gas lamps cast a warm, golden glow, creating a picturesque scene that captured the essence of the season. Shop windows displayed intricate ornaments, toys, and gifts, enticing passersby to step inside and explore the treasures within. Families bundled up in their finest coats, scarves, and bonnets, their breath visible in the frosty air, as they ventured out to choose the perfect Christmas tree from the market. Street vendors peddled roasted chestnuts, and the aroma of freshly baked mince pies and gingerbread filled the air. Carolers in traditional attire gathered in town squares, their voices harmonizing in joyful songs that resonated through the cobblestone streets.

Passersby couldn't help but join in the merriment, their spirits lifted by the enchanting melodies. In homes throughout the city, preparations for Christmas dinner were in full swing. Families gathered around hearths adorned with garlands and stockings, roasting turkeys and hams, and boiling puddings. The tantalizing scents wafted through neighborhoods, creating a sense of warmth and togetherness. Children, their cheeks rosy from the cold, eagerly wrote their Christmas lists to Santa Claus, dreaming of the toys and sweets that awaited them on Christmas morning. Streets were abuzz with shoppers searching for the perfect gifts, and the sound of jingling bells from horse-drawn carriages added to the festive atmosphere.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, acts of kindness and charity were also prevalent. People extended a helping hand to those less fortunate, donating food, clothing, and gifts to those in need. The spirit of giving and compassion was as much a part of Victorian Christmas as the festivities themselves. And in the posh area of London in a Manson Bella, with her elegant demeanor and usually composed disposition, continued to gaze out of the window with a distant expression. Her son, Theodore, played near the hearth, his innocent laughter filling the room. However, Bella's heart carried a heavy burden, one that seemed to weigh on her spirit. Acorn, the faithful Brownie that Genevieve had given her family to watch over them, noticed Bella's sadness. With a concerned flutter of his tiny wings, he flew up to the windowsill and looked at her with compassion in his eyes.}

{Acorn} What's wrong, Bella? It's not normal for you to be so down.

{Bella sighed softly, her gaze shifting from the window to the caring eyes of the Brownie.}

{Bella} Its nearly Christmas, and my family doesn't even talk about Genevieve no more. Ever since she ran back to the Fairy Realm, they act like they have forgotten her. They don’t care about her. But every time I bring up her or mention how happy she is with her Prince and her new daughter they turn a death ear on me. Even my own husband Casper won't listen to me.

{Acorn, ever the compassionate and loyal friend, listened attentively, his leaf-like features filled with sympathy.}

{Acorn} I understand your pain, Bella. It must be incredibly difficult to see your family push aside the memory of your sister, especially during this time of year.

{Bella nodded, her gaze distant as she recalled the warmth and love of past Christmases when Genevieve had been with them.}

{Acorn} Maybe it's time for you to talk to Genevieve.

{Acorn's suggestion brought a glimmer of hope to Bella's eyes. She considered the idea of reaching out to Genevieve, her long-lost sister who now resided in the enchanting realm of Fairyland.}

{Bella} But how? I'm here in London, and she is somewhere, wherever Fairyland is.

{Acorn, ever resourceful and determined to help, offered a solution.}

{Acorn} I will search for a Fairy Ring in the parks of London. That's how we can create a magical portal to reach your sister. With the right incantation and the power of the Brownies, we can bridge the gap between our worlds and bring you together.

{Bella's heart swelled with gratitude for her loyal friend's commitment to reuniting her with Genevieve.}

{Bella} Thank you, Acorn. If there's a way to see my sister again, to let her know that she's not forgotten, I must try. Please, do everything you can to find that Fairy Ring.

{Acorn nodded, determination in his eyes.}

{Acorn} I will begin my search immediately, Bella. Together, we'll bring back the magic of your family and make this Christmas a truly special one.

{With renewed hope and determination, Bella and Acorn embarked on their quest to reunite the Belladonna sisters and restore the bond that had been temporarily lost in the enchanting but mysterious world of Fairyland.}

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{Back in the Fairyland King Lindir and Queen Albina arrived from the other end of the Enchanted Forest and with them they brought the Yule tree with them. The Noble elves dismounted from their deer as Oberon Titania with Willow and Aurora and Ash and Genevieve wait for them at the front of the castle.}

{Ash walking up to them} Mother Father, I am so glad you are here.

{Ash's heart swelled with joy as he approached his parents, King Lindir and Queen Albina, who had arrived from the other end of the Enchanted Forest. Their arrival, accompanied by the majestic Yule tree, added an extra layer of enchantment to the already magical Yule celebration.}

{Lindir} Nion, my son, it's wonderful to be here with you and your family for Yule.

{King Lindir's voice carried the warmth of a loving father, and he embraced Ash with a strong and affectionate hug. Queen Albina, with a gentle smile, placed a hand on her son's cheek, her touch conveying a mother's love and pride.}

{Albina} Our dear Nion, you have brought so much happiness to our family.

{Ash's parents turned their attention to the rest of the royal family, and King Oberon and Queen Titania stepped forward to greet their esteemed guests.}

{Oberon} King Lindir, Queen Albina, your presence brings even more magic to our Yule celebration.

{Titania} And the Yule tree you've brought is magnificent. It will be the centerpiece of our festivities.

{The Noble elves, skilled and regal in their presence, began the process of carefully placing the Yule tree in the grand hall. Its branches stretched wide stretched out towards the ceiling. Willow and Aurora looked at each other in excitement.}

{Aurora} Its so big.

{Willow} I think it’s the biggest tree I have ever seen.

{The grownups chuckle at this as Albina turns to Genevieve.}

{Albina} So where is that granddaughter of mine?

{Genevieve smiled warmly at Queen Albina's inquiry about Elara.}

{Genevieve} She is in the nursery asleep.

{Queen Albina nodded in understanding as Genevieve mentioned that Elara was asleep in the nursery.}

{Albina} She must be resting peacefully after all the excitement.

{Genevieve smiled warmly, appreciating Queen Albina's consideration for Elara's wellbeing.}

{Genevieve} Yes, she had quite the day, and I'm sure she'll be ready to join the festivities once she wakes.

{Oberon} Puck!

{King Oberon's call for Puck, his mischievous and ever-resourceful servant, echoed through the grand hall.}

{Puck} Right here, Your Majesty!

{In a whirl of sparkling magic, Puck appeared before the royal family, a mischievous grin on his face.}

{Puck} You called your majesty?

{Oberon} Puck go get the ornaments for the Yule Tree and then go find the surprise I told you early and get it ready for Princess Elara.

{Puck} Right away, your majesty!

{With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Puck darted off to fetch the Yule ornaments for the tree and prepare the surprise for Princess Elara. He knew that Oberon's surprises were always filled with enchantment and wonder, and he was eager to be a part of the festivities.}

{Genevieve curious} What surprise have you got in mind King Oberon for my daughter?

{Oberon smiling} You have to wait to see my dear.

{Genevieve couldn't help but be intrigued by King Oberon's mysterious Yule surprise for her daughter, Elara. She exchanged a curious glance with Ash, who shared her anticipation.}

{Genevieve} We'll wait patiently, Your Majesty, but I have a feeling it will be something truly magical.

{King Oberon's smile widened as he watched the family come together to celebrate Yule. Puck and Kendra, with a touch of grandeur, brought forth a massive wooden chest adorned with intricate carvings depicting scenes from both the Fairyland and the human world. The chest seemed to hum with magic as it was carefully placed in the center of the throne room. With a graceful gesture, Kendra unlocked the chest, revealing its treasure trove of Yule ornaments. Each ornament was a work of art, intricately crafted to showcase the beauty and wonder of both Fairyland and the human world. There were delicate glass ornaments in the shape of fairies and woodland creatures.}

{Genevieve, her voice filled with awe} King Oberon, these ornaments are extraordinary!

{Titania} They have been in our family for years, passed down from generation to generation.

{King Oberon} Indeed, my love. These ornaments are a testament to the enduring bonds that connect our worlds. They carry the magic of past Yules and the promise of those to come.

{With a sense of reverence, the royal family began to hang the ornaments on the Yule tree in the grand hall of the castle. Each ornament found its place among the branches, creating a stunning display of unity and shared heritage.}

{Ash, his voice filled with gratitude} It's a beautiful way to celebrate the season, blending the traditions of both our realms.

{Willow and Aurora, their eyes wide with wonder} Look, Mama, Papa, it's like a tree from a fairy tale!

{Oberon} That it is, my dear children. And it's a reminder that we are all part of a grand and magical story.

{As the Yule tree became adorned with the exquisite ornaments, the grand hall filled with the soft glow of enchantment. It was a moment of togetherness and celebration, where the magic of Yule and the bonds of family were honored in the Kingdom of Enchanted Forest. And so, in the heart of the enchanted realm, the royal family of Fairyland and the magic of Yule came together, creating a moment of unity and love that transcended both their worlds. The grand hall of the castle radiated with the spirit of the season, and it was a Yule celebration to be cherished for all time.}

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consistentsquash · 2 years ago

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Ten Oldschool Black Family Halloween Recs

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Happy Hump Day!!! Because Halloween Season is Addams Black Family Season! I got us some spooky on brand Oldschool Black Family recs!!!

AO3 Collection for this list

Rec note - Read the warnings on the fics because some of them are pretty intense. Recs are based on my reading. It's a big fandom out there and I am just one reader.

The Son by @perverse-idyll

Length - 5400 words.

Featuring - Regulus!

Rec because - Regulus is one of the biggest tragedies in the HP books. In this gorgeous, gorgeous fic we get to see what he's thinking about when Sirius picks his side in the war. It's super tragic and really really beautifully written.

Regulus had always finished second, and for the longest time he'd believed that was the way it should be. Merlin, he'd been as besotted as everyone else. He'd craved Sirius' teasing and insults. He would have given up his robes with the embroidered edges and silver buttons, his favourite books, Mother's absentminded tokens of love, Father's casual approval. He would have given them to Sirius and suffered in silence.

But not at this price. Not if Sirius wanted to destroy them and everything they stood for.

The Cherry Tree by rinsbane

Length - 8600 words

Featuring - Bellatrix/Narcissa

Rec because - rinsbane does femslash like nobody else. It's dirtybadhotwrong with perfect characterization. This fic is hot but also crazy intense on the psychology side. We get to see a lot of undercurrents about the politics of their family/social group. Bellatrix is pretty creepy here. But her sister is definitely her match.

Bella’s own arousal has faded, not because she didn’t enjoy what she did, but because she did so very much. The soft shimmer of the golden pink petals in her mind and blood and heart is a continuous stream of pleasure that pulses through her, more intense than anything.

The Lion's Share by pauraque

Length - 1400 words

Featuring - Sirius/Regulus

Rec because - Regulus obsessing about Sirius is my favorite Black family siblings vibe. We get that here. We get a lot of that here. It's perfect! Pauraque writes one of the best Regulus characterizations out there in their fics <3

The bed creaks beneath Regulus's rhythmic bouncing as he searches the model's vacant eyes, desperately wishing he could see what she has seen, know what she knows as she bears silent witness to Sirius's pleasure. Does he imagine this girl real and in his arms? Does he imagine the mystery between her legs, dark and unfathomable? Sirius is getting older, and one day he'll do it. One day he'll bring a girl home late at night, sneaking and snickering past bedroom doors, and he'll do it right here on this bed, with Regulus just on the other side of the wall.

Friday's Child by deslea

Length - 3200 words

Featuring - Narcissa, Bellatrix, Andromeda, Cygnus

Rec because - Dark, brilliant and really really tragic. This fic is a perfect Halloween fic because of how scary it gets. Definitely read the warnings! Deslea is one of the OG Black family authors who wrote some of the most hard-hitting fics about them. Definitely check out their other fics if you are into the Black family!

Everything that had happened, happened to Narcissa Black.

They hadn't happened to her at all.

Rec note - This fic inspired the brilliant Narcissa POV, A horse with no name, in eldritcher's Pandemic. If you are familiar with the Pandemic fics you can definitely see the characterizations and the themes that are inspired from this fic.

Al Aaraaf by eldritcher

Length - 1900 words

Featuring - Walburga, Regulus, Sirius.

Rec because - Walburga's husband is dead. Of course she does what any totally normal Black family member will do. She makes a sacrifice to resurrect him. Really Halloween. Really creepy. Really, really wrong and delicious. Also deeply moving and brilliant. The fic's concept is a horrifying nightmare but eldritcher's prose is way too beautiful to make it anything other than a lucid dream. I feel that makes the fic scarier.

There was a star between paradise and hell. Al Aaraaf was its name to the Persians. There the night waned and waned and brought no day.

In paint and wood she woke, in limbo's maw, in a place between paradise and hell. Her night waned and waned and brought no day.

A Whiter Shade of Pale by amluv

Length - 4500 words

Featuring - Andromeda/Bellatrix

Rec because - Love the introspective Andromeda POV we get here. It's in the 1st person and brings us really deep inside her head. What's not to like! Also really love the fated vibe of Andromeda being unable to escape her past.

Then something odd happens. Something I had not anticipated. The predator seems to disappear and is replaced by something new. Something...tender...loving...needing. She bends down and kisses me tenderly on the lips. For a moment all is right in the world. For a moment, I'm transported back to a place I have been longing for all this time. A place where nothing on the outside truly mattered.

Drawing the Line by ChokolatteJedi

Length - 21600 words

Featuring - Sirius, Bellatrix, Andromeda, Narcissa, Walburga, Orion

Rec because - Because Big Bang fic, baby! It's got plot. It's complicated. It's got some super messy characters with peak Black family vibes. It's got some of the most interesting takes I saw in a Black Family Lordship trope.

Sirius smiled. Yes, he would succeed. He had Bellatrix in his arms, he had Rabastan on his side, and his mysterious guide had just confirmed his progress. "Yes. I will become the Black Lord. I will usher in the Era of Black," he declared.

Black Cracks by RosaCalavera

Length - 900 words

Featuring - Bellatrix/Cygnus

Rec because - They are a pretty messed up family. So we have got to include this fic that shows the full potential of their level of messed up. Read the warnings.

Behind his head, she can see the cracks opening. It's disgusting and shamefull and the walls quake around them. Bits of plaster fall. The promise of oblivion within those slowly growing cracks.

Alphard's Favourite by @thistlecatfics

Length - 4700 words

Featuring - Alphard/Sirius

Rec because - THISTLECAT! <3 But also dirtyhotbadwrongdelicious. Also Peter Pettigrew POV. His observer POV helps us to see how extra crazy this family is. It hits harder than a direct POV!! Also it's got my fav line about Sirius :D

He was the type of dog where you had to learn his tells - flattening ears or low growl - or else you would lose your hand.

lost it all by orphan_account

Length - 2400 words

Featuring - Orion, Walburga, Regulus

Rec because - A Black family dinner after Sirius leaves. Walburga is a total mess. Poor Regulus who's got to deal with her! A brilliant 1st person POV genfic.

But Blacks don’t cry. Blacks must hold up the tradition. Blacks must never break down. Blacks are what they must be. Blacks never say, “Forgive me.” Blacks never plead, “Come back.” Blacks never utter the things that weigh on their hearts so heavily it almost crushes them.

#rec lists #recs #hp recs #gen #slash #femslash #black family recs for halloween #black family is worst family #also best family #so much dysfunction #like how even #halloween is their vibe

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baju69 · 3 years ago

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Debts Of Love, 2 || Regulus Black

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pairing: Regulus Black x fem!reader

word count: 2k

fandom: Harry Potter (Marauders ERA)

warnings: angst {hurt comfort, sadness, fights}, FLUFF and cliche as f—

summary: Regulus is the last hope for the Noble House of Black. While diving on a dark future of pain and suffering, will his love for Y/N survive all the odds?

A/N: first of all… thanks A LOT for the notes on part one! i wasn't expecting that my heart literally went crazy about it. the gif doesn't belong to me!

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He never thought that there would be a single day without talking to her. Feeling her soft skin under the students desk. Holding her hand during the empty periods. Kisses under blankets, whispers between laughs. Y/N used to sit beside him in every single class and even when her brows furrowed in a focus feature, he would stare at her mesmerized. Slowly talking, like he were drunk in the vicious alcohol of their passion and teenage love.

Now, the alcohol was robust and the passion dense.

A month ago, Regulus could feel the space between them grow bigger. He knew it wasn’t her fault. His destiny, and now duty, to his mother and family had taken priority. Protecting Y/N from all the rotten concepts and actions of the Death Eater’s.

She still has my cousin, he would think. Andromeda and Narcisa too. She 's not alone.

But you were. Yes, the girls stuck with you in their own ways, worrying eyes followed by empty supporting words that were appreciative in some sort of thankful smiles, the biggest you were able to form. The four of you were friends since freshman year and then Lucius came with Regulus, which opened big wounds when they left. There are no longer many moments of fun, the lake wasn’t full of experiences nor the Hogsmead visits that you’ve spent vaguely walking towards destiny.

“I’m starting to think that these people don’t understand the power that we have”, Bella said while rising from the couches in the common room. “We’re the Black family, for Merlin’s sake!”

Narcisa nodded with a determined look on her face while Andromeda offered a nod in agreement. You, on the other hand, kept looking at your book, used to their ignorance through purist subjects, five years in a row. Two months ago, jokes would come out, a sarcastic way to remind them that those types of topics weren’t approached correctly or in the right timing. Most of the time they were just teens surrounded by other teens that could have different opinions and that should be fine. It wasn’t that simple.

“I don’t think it matters anymore” you whispered, too caught up in your own mind. If they were looking in your direction you didn’t appear to care or notice.

“What do you mean, Y/N?” added Andromeda. “What doesn’t matter anymore?”

“This!” a yell came out of your throat, anxious enough to feel the palms of your hands sweat and a burn feeling behind your tired eyes, air began to flow quickly, in and out of the overreacting lungs. “All of this ignorance concerns whether people like you or not! Black, Malfoy, Prewett or Nott! That doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter”

The common room drowned in a deadly silence. Your heavy breathing was spiraling with your friends' shocked eyes and faces. Being fed up for a while now, missing Regulus and feeling overwhelmed with so much that has happened in a short amount of time, the war of bloods didn’t seem to matter that much. Thoughts like those could kill someone, you knew that too well. Bellatrix looked in your direction with a brow furrowed while gulping for air, thinking of what to answer. When she did, the world felt more suffocating and heavy in your shoulders.

“What the hell is the problem, Y/L/N?! You were never like this! You supported us for years, and suddenly you're mad? At what?!”

“I’ve supported you, not your set of mind”

Narcisa took a step forward in a defensive way and opened her mouth to argue but Bella was faster, getting so close to you that her acid breath was hitting your irregular one.

“If I have to remind you, Regulus was the one that hurt and left your ass. We didn’t do shit. So don’t be defensive for something that’s not our fault!”

“Bellatrix!” Narcissa yelled while reaching out your hand. But she wasn’t that fast. Holding your wand to Bella’s chest and hearing the beats of your heart hit the depths of your eardrum.

“Shut up! Shut the fuck up, Black!”

“Why should I? You really sound like those disgusting mudbloods right now” she answered, her voice embraced with anger. Also holding a wand, dozens of eyes watched the fight in every counter of the green common room. Andromeda whispered something to your ear and escorted the boiling angry body towards the exit, but your [e/c] eyes were still focused on the screaming girl across the tables and couches. The stoned wall closed behind both of you and still, the adrenaline made it impossible to understand the whole situation.

“... Do you understand?” finished Andromeda. You blinked to pull yourself out of your own twisted mind and watched her scared expression. No answer came out. “Y/N, please… Just walk.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong” Your throat was itchy and the voice that came out seemed wrong, too quiet and hurt.

“I know you didn’t. But now it’s not the right time to talk about things. I’ll meet you near the Great Hall, m’kay? Just… Just wait for me there.”

You didn’t know when the tears came. While running without a specific place to stop, your chest exploded with mixed and destroyed feelings. It was even harder to breathe, like mountains of sand bags were being forced down your throat, drying the last bit of saliva in your mouth. Your shoulders supported the weight of the whole castle, Hogwarts rested lethally on top of you, pitching waves of internal pain that drowned you within. Were you wrong to confront Bellatrix? What if they think that you’re weak? Stupid? Deserving?

Regulus were wrong. Nobody was taking care of his girl.

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The two chests bumped in a messy encounter. Y/N wasn’t able to tell when her legs and feet decided to do their own thing, running without orders to the first place that spotted lights in her brain. Jumping through several steps of the stair, the bumping noise of her shoes hitting the old wood with a rhythmic sound. Already on the flat platform of the Astronomy tower, her nose got smashed on somebody’s chest. A chest that, when the perfume got released, she knew it too well.

Your paces traced a path to where he would always come, with you or by himself. Heart hoping to find him and, at the same time, not seeing his figure at all, too afraid of what you could be diving into.

“What the…” he begins the complain.

“Get out of the way!” a suffocating cry rose in your neck. It was hard to breathe, even harder when his eyes met your melting ones. Your cheeks felt wet while your knees weakened with the sorrow that accompanied Regulus’ face. Pushes and strikes followed his torso in a desperate way to get rid of his grip on your elbows, screaming all of the pain, anger, and regret away. Someone or something ran promptly by you, followed by the thumps of hard shoes backing away. It was too late to realize that Lucius was there too, he left too fast and too quietly. You’ve seen them together since the boy you loved decided not to be around every single person he knew anymore… Except for Malfoy. Having already connected the dots, you’ve realised they’re up to something as bad as Bella’s thinks about the world divided by blood; their family, their work, and their part of the wizarding society. And currently, their kids were submerged in a deadly upcoming war. “Now! Let me go, Black! You and your stupid family! Get the hell away from me! Please…”

Again, you weren’t able to process the whole situation. To process how heartbroken he looked. Blind with anger, shattered inside. His thin cheekbones making curves in an even thinner and pale skin; dark spots all over under the eyes and finger joints, the Slytherin uniform not complimenting his biceps anymore, too loose and big round arms and legs. But still, there was Regulus. Latching onto you, giving the physical support that your legs couldn’t provide any longer.

You wanted to confront him, you really do. For the two months that you’ve spent running after him, attempting the impossible, to catch his gaze during classes and meals in the Great Hall — at least those that he would appear for. Creating an absurd amount of scenarios in your head for what you have done to deserve this. Did he love you? Was your three year relationship even true? Was he liking another girl? Why wouldn’t he talk to you? Look at you? Realize your presence? Why wouldn’t he love you the way that you desperately loved him?

But, somehow, it was him. It was the overwrought and poisoned Regulus Black that comforted you.

Eventually, you stopped fighting. Embraced his arms and sobbed louder onto his shoulder, receiving patterned strokes on your hair until both of you were sitting on the wooden floor. Laying down between Regulus’ legs, he started kissing behind your ear and whispering supporting words to calm you down. No question was asked about what happened, not now, not in this manner.

You could breathe easily now. Your sniffs became less noisy even though your hands clasped with his tightly.

“Wanna get up?” he asked, dragging the sentence with a mumble.

“No… Not yet.”

“Mm. We won’t, then” Reg didn’t stop looking at you, but rather, even more, when your eyes teared away from his. Not only to make sure that nothing would make you cry anymore but also because he wasn’t finding the will to do it. With one arm wrapped around your waist and the other at your torso, his tongue felt the need to tell you how much he loved you, all this time. That things would be all right. On top of all that, wishing he’d be with you once more. But his eyes fell on the sleeves which were pulled further than in years before, seeing the truth beneath the tissue. The black tattoo screamed the fate that he was so benevolent to ignore right now. His grip weakened.

Regulus needed to protect you… Didn’t he?

“We can go through anything. You know that, right?” The sentence caught him out of guard. Regulus bit his bottom lip to keep the burning passion he has for you quiet enough so secrets can’t be spelled. But when your head tilted in centimeters to fit the boy's attention on you, he knew it was hopeless. He couldn’t lie anymore. Not to you, at least.

“Some things are too strong to go through, darling” he whispered, voice cracking with sadness. Regulus built thick walls around him to disable your entrance with his unhealthy methods of keeping the girl he loved safe. You were able to open a crack into the bricks with only that passionate look; words that assured him to let you stay.

“That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try, Reg.” your voice was soft and calm, calmer than you ever thought it could be, given the prior situations.

Regulus' eyes fell in his left sleeve again and yours followed. Even though you were able to shake your head in a minor nod and rested your hand onto his shaking pulse. He didn’t know why his whole body cracked into a shaking posture, biting the interior of his cheek to forbid an ocean of tears to come out.

“Even through that. We can get through this also, through them. Maybe in our twisted way, maybe in every single way possible. We just gotta… Work together, I guess.”

“I was the one supposed to comfort you right now, you know that”

“Yeah, yeah… You’re amazing and stuff” a smile cracked your lips apart, followed by his own decreased chuckle. “But in the same way that you were here for me, I’m here for you. We can go through this. It’s gonna be okay”

“It’s gonna be okay,” he whispered back, more for him than to you.

“I love you. A lot.”

“I love you too, Y/N. Never stopped.”

Your eyes met the walls again while you traced lines of affection around Regulus' wrist and up to the cover and so meaningful tattoo, knowing about the darkness that embraced the man you loved little by little. You were there. You will be there, not going anywhere, and certainly of your next actions to assure that they wouldn’t take him away anymore.

Granted, breathing slowly, you fell asleep quietly. A soft and small smile peacefully traced his dry lips.

It was going to be okay.

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A/N: sooo... how was it? its my first fic ever so i'm excided and very very anxious/scared about it! hope y'all liked it <3

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sofoulandfairaday · 2 years ago

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Absolutely agree with all that's being said.

@becauseofreasons19 put it perfectly: HBC was probably cast because she had potential (and out of all of these women, probably looks like book!Bella the most) and she absolutely blew it. I think it was because she didn't really connect with the character. She probably didn't spend all this time reflecting on her and/or also wanted to try something different, to have fun on a massive production where she would get paid to be insane. I think there was an interview where she said ("They pay me to come to work, dress up like a witch and be insane" or something of the sort). Of course, as @fugamalefica said, the writing for Bella's character was abysmal (basically all her scenes with Voldemort are cut out of the movies, but for some reason, she kisses Draco's neck??? Blows up the Burrow???). I also think that HBC wanted to play yet another "iconic" character, one that people would recognize immediately based on the aesthetic (big hair, rotten teeth, etc). Quirky characters in big fantasy films become part of the zeitgeist. Probably if Bella hadn't been portrayed like that on the screen she would have gotten even less time. She was fun to see for kids, so she was kept in and even given additional scenes. It's such a pity because HBC has so much charisma that she would have nailed the character if she had applied herself/advocated for Bella more- but why turn down quick and easy money?

Also, I agree that we all have (very) different ideas of what Bella's face is like, her general physical description can fit many women. This is why I can see ideally why people fancast Katie McGrath as young Bella - apart from the light eyes, she does fit the description very well (tall, dark-haired, strong jaw, obvious good looks)... the reason we all agree that she's not a good fit is that she doesn't have Bellatrix's vibes at all (and I'm sorry to say, she's not that good of an actress). In every single fan video I see with her not one (1) of her expressions fits Bella. I wish she were a better actress, honestly, because then we could actually see if she had merit. But she was quite meh in Merlin and all of her latest roles are... *shudders*

Natalie, while completely butchering what the real Anne Boleyn was like, was much like Helena, so charismatic on screen that it's hard to stop watching her, so I can get behind that choice. The thing I like about her the most is actually her voice. She sounds like Bella to me, down to the accent, the speech patterns (just watch her recent sit down with Oxford Uni!). I like it.

The main reason I love Margot (edited the way I did) is that a) she looks exactly (no, not exactly, but comes close) to what Bella looks like for me- much like Sirius, undeniably beautiful even after 14 years in prison. There is no nuance, no "peculiar" features, no particular sort of beauty, no softness... a woman like that, during the First Wizarding War would have been the most beautiful woman in Britain and much more importantly, b) I like Margot because I've watched countless of her interviews where she describes her approach to creating characters and there isn't one, not ONE that she hasn't done justice. If she was cast to play Bella I am confident that she would try to humanize her as much as possible, which is the opposite of what HBC did. Harley Quinn in SS was the best thing in that God-awful movie. The same can be said for all her roles. There is also the innate elegance, the fierceness, the playfulness.

Rosamund Pike I cannot see as anyone but Cissy, she doesn't fit the vibe at all for me. Carice van Houten, and Lena Headey (<3) are amazing actresses, but they all seem to cold, to solemn, to ever be Bella. Melisandre, for example, is completely different from Bella, just as every character played by Lena.

Eva Green... I don't really see her as Bella in most of her work except for 300. Now, it's a terrible movie, but she's not bad. She could be Bella. Not exactly her, not exactly my first choice, as there is always a sort of austerity, of harshness that Bella doesn't have imo, but not the worst.

I know I keep changing my choice of actress for Bellatrix in a possible future adaptation, but if I'm honest the only actress I can see playing Bella perfectly other than Helena Bonham Carter (who is too old now) and Vivien Leigh (who is dead) is Natalie Dormer.

Yes, she doesn't look that much like Bella because she has a cute baby face and blue eyes, but her vibe and acting? So perfectly Bellatrix. Just watch her in The Tudors season 2 as Anne Boleyn. Bella should have fire, vibrance, and vivacity. She should also be both terrifying and vulnerable. Lara Pulver fits Bella more if looks alone are taken into consideration and her acting and vibe are also good, but I'll only cast her if Natalie isn't available.

I can't believe people used to fancast her as Narcissa and Katie McGrath as Bella, whereas she would have been so much better as Bella than Katie ever could! Not only is she a much better actress, but her aura fits Bella so well. Why did nobody think she was too fiery, too sexy for cold Narcissa but the same description fit the other sister? I wouldn't really imagine Bella looking like her while reading the books but that's only because her face doesn't fit Bella and imagination has wider and more flexible options.

And Eva Green who was often fancast as Bella alongside Natalie as Narcissa would have made such a good Narcissa because her vibe is colder and sadder, more similar to Narcissa. They had the right actresses but for the wrong characters. Why did nobody think of this?

I also adore brown eyed Margot Robbie as @sofoulandfairaday suggested as far as looks alone go, but to actually play Bella she is a little too Hollywood for me.

#bellatrix lestrange #fancasts

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rushingheadlong · 4 years ago

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Huge thanks to a very dear friend who bought this article out from underneath me from an ebay auction, and then sent to me as a surprise!

Originally published in Melody Maker in late 1974 (exact date unknown). Full article text below the read more.

The MERLIN File

EVOLUTION: Merlin's manager, Derek Chick, and Allan Love decided in May 1973 to form a new London-based group that would incorporate three basic essentials: musicianship, image and stage presentation. After extensive auditions and rehearsals the band was gigging by July under the name Madrigal, which was changed in February 1974 to Merlin.

PERSONNEL CHANGES: Jacob Magmusson (keyboards) left in October 1973 and Paul Taylor (bass) in September 1974.

ORIGIN OF NAME: Scully Wagon-Lit's idea in the van going to a gig.

FIRST PUBLIC APPEARANCE: Zero 6, Southend, 17/July/1973.

FIRST BROADCAST: BBC Radio One David Hamilton Show and Radio Luxembourg Power Play consecutively in March 1974.

FIRST TELEVISION: Scottish TV's Showcase in November 1973.

MANAGEMENT: Derek Chick, Chic's Own Music and Management Ltd, 246/248 Great Portland Street, London W1 (01-381 6192/3).

AGENT: Barry Collings Agency Ltd, 15 Claremont Road, Westcliff-on-Sea, Essex (0702-47343/43464).

RECORDING COMPANY: CBS Records Ltd, 28-30 Theobalds Road, London WC1 (01-242 9000).

RECORD PRODUCER: Roger Greenaway.

MUSIC PUBLISHING COMPANY: Shapiro, Bernstein and Co Ltd, 246/248 Great Portland Street, London W1 (01-387 6192) and Grenyoco Music Ltd, 108 Park Street, London W1 (01-493 6439).

FAN CLUB: Ling, 17 Gladstone Park Gardens, Cricklewood, London NW2.

BRITISH TOURS: 47 dates 1/March-28/April/1974 Top Rank ballrooms, clubs and colleges. Solo tour.

AMERICAN TOURS: None.

TRANSPORT: Ford DO607 3-ton truck for the equipment and Audi 100 for the group.

STAGE MANAGERS: Iain Ward (Sound Engineer), Chris Taylor (Lighting Engineer), "Speedy" (Stage Roadie), "Crystal" (Assistant Lighting Engineer).

SINGLES: "(Let Me) Put My Spell On You" c/w "Just ANother Fish On My Hook (CBS, 1/March/1974), "Alright" c/w "Pictures In My Mind" (CBS, 28/June/1974), "Wild Cat" c/w "Half A Man" (CBS, 1/Nov/1974).

ALBUMS: "Merlin" (CBS, 25/Oct/1974).

P.A.: 1400-watt JBL system comprising Kelsey 16-channel stereo custom mixer, 4 x DC3000 Crown amps, 4 x bass bins with 2 x 15 inch JBL speakers in each, 2 x mid range JBL horns, 2 x high-frequency JBL boxes with lens horns, two bullets. Microphones are 8 Sure Unidyne III 545, 2 AKG 190C, one AKG D12, 4 Calrec condensers, 4 Sims Watts condensers, 3 Sure Unisphere B. Binson Echorec and Mavis 3-way active stereo crossover with stage boxes, cables, etc. Lighting comprises 6 x 100 watt Strand Floods on stage, 30 x 200 watt Strand Floods on stage scaffolding, 3 x Strand 1,000-watt follow spots and stands, 2 x Strobes and a Strand dimmer board.

ALAN LOVE: Vocalist

BORN: Hampsted, North West London. 13/Dec./1952.

EDUCATED: Challoner School, Finchley, North London.

MUSICAL TRAINING: None.

MUSICAL CAREER: Has been professional for seven years, playing in Opal Butterfly from 1967 to 1969 with Simon King (Hawkwing) and Tom Doherty (Sting). Referendum from 1969 to 1973 and Madrigal/Merlin from 1973.

OTHER OCCUPATIONS: None.

MUSICAL INFLUENCES: Mick Jagger, Joe Cocker, Little Richard.

COMPOSITIONS: "Half A Man," "Space Raider" and co-wrote with Gary Hardwick "Getting Involved" all recorded by Merlin.

FAVOURITE SINGLES: "Something In The Air" (Thunderclap Newman), "McArthur Park" (Richard Harris).

FAVOURITE ALBUMS: "Tapestry" (Carol King), "Court Of The Crimson King" (King Crimson), "Bridge Over Troubled Waters" (Simon and Garfunkel).

FAVOURITE MUSICIANS: Paul McCartney, Steve Howe, Tom Doherty.

FAVOURITE SONGWRITERS: Lennon and McCartney, Cat Stevens, Carol King.

FAVOURITE SINGERS: Joe Cocker, Neil Diamond.

RESIDENCE: Bachelor flat in Wandsworth, South West London.

INSTRUMENTS: None.

GARY ALICE STRANGE: Bass, vocals and guitar.

BORN: Hampsted, London. 26/Oct./1952.

EDUCATED: Whitefield School, Barnet.

MUSICAL TRAINING: Three classical guitar lessons and then self taught.

MUSICAL CAREER: Various semi-pro bands and wrote first song aged 16 featured on ATV programme "Come Here Often." Former band with Dave Martin called March Hare and recorded LP for MAM. Group then changed to newly-formed Kinks Production Company, but after few months of touring with Kinks and recording, split up. Joined Merlin.

OTHER OCCUPATIONS: Director of La Starza Palace Studio.

MUSICAL INFLUENCES: Beatles, Stones, Free, Average White Band.

COMPOSITIONS: "Gipsy Rose Lee" and "Lay Me Down" for March Hare both issued as singles by MAM.

FAVOURITE SINGLES: "I Am A Walrus" (Beatles), "Need Your Love So Bad" (Fleetwood Mac), "Little Bit Of Love" (Free), "Amoureuse" (Kiki Dee).

FAVOURITE ALBUMS: "Elf" (Elf), "Sgt Pepper" (Beatles), "Talking Book" (Stevie Wonder).

FAVOURITE MUSICIANS: Andy Fraser, David Martin, Peter Green, Liberace.

FAVOURITE SONGWRITERS: Lennon and McCartney, Holland, Dozier and Holland, Lional Bart and Paul Simon.

FAVOURITE SINGERS: Paul Rodgers, Elvis Presley, Tina Turner, Rod Stewart.

RESIDENCE: Single and lives in Hampstead, North West London.

INSTRUMENTS: Fender Precision Bass with thin maple neck. Hagstrom six-string guitar with pick-up. Kemble baby grand piano. Rotosound Roundwound strings. Orange 120-watt amp with 2 x 15 inch reflex cabinets.

JAMIE MOSES: Lead guitar and vocals.

BORN: Ipswich, Suffolk, 30/Aug/1955.

EDUCATED: Schools in America and Japan. Shirley High School and Redhill Technical College in Surrey.

MUSICAL TRAINING: Self-taught.

MUSICAL CAREER: Given first guitar when ten, formed first band at 11. Formed the Inferno, 1969-71, in Japan, doing gigs, radio, TV. Came to England in 1971, worked with semi-pro bands and at a music shop in Croydon. Formed Angel with Scully 1972 and recorded LP of original material. Joined Madrigal July 1973.

MUSICAL INFLUENCES: Jimmy Page, Paul Kossoff, Beatles.

COMPOSITIONS: "Just Another Fish On My Hook", "Gypsy", and "He Thinks About You All The Time" all recorded by Merlin. Co-wrote "Angel" LP with Scully.

FAVOURITE SINGLES: "Livin' For The City" (Stevie Wonder), "Can't Get Enough" (Bad Company), "Joybringer" (Manfred Mann's Earthband).

FAVOURITE ALBUMS: "Foxtrot" by Genesis.

FAVOURITE MUSICIANS: Genesis, Steve Howe, Free, Scully Wagon-Lits.

FAVOURITE SONGWRITERS: Paul McCartney, Genesis, Stevie Wonder.

FAVOURITE SINGERS: Paul Rodgers, Peter Gabriel, Mario Lanza and David Coverdale.

RESIDENCE: Is single and lives with his parents at Sanderstead, Surrey.

INSTRUMENTS: White Les Paul Deluxe (1973) and black Les Paul Custom (1974), both with Rotosound ultra-light strings and Gibson plectrums. EKO 6-string acoustic guitar with La Bella strings. Hiwatt 100-watt amp fitted with half power switch for distortion and sustain at almost any volume. Two 2 x 15 Fender Dual Showman JBL Cabinets. A cheap Japanese fuzz box with a three-tone fuzz switch.

SCULLY WAGON-LITS: Keyboards, guitar and vocals.

BORN: Balham, South West London, 20/Dec./1953.

EDUCATED: Henry Cavendish (Balham), Bec School (Tooting) and Archbishop Tennison (South Croydon).

MUSICAL TRAINING: Guitar lessons at night school for one year aged eight, cello at school for three years and double bass for two months, but is self-taught on keyboards.

MUSICAL CAREER: Played guitar in band in Balham (1964-65), joined Angel with Jamie (1972-1973) as semi-pros and recorded an album. Turned pro June 1973 with Big Wheel in South France. Joined Madrigal October 1973.

OTHER OCCUPATIONS: Organ salesman at Western Music and Selmer.

MUSICAL INFLUENCES: Harry Stoneham, Miller Anderson, Keith Emerson, Christian Vander.

COMPOSITIONS: "Marina," "Takin' Part," "Pictures In My Mind," etc.

FAVOURITE SINGLES: "Rock Man" (Elton John), "Space Oddity" (David Bowie).

FAVOURITE ALBUMS: "Tarkis" (ELP), "Fire And Water" (Free), "Dark Side Of The Moon (Pink Floyd).

FAVOURITE MUSICIANS: Keith Emerson, Tony Banks, Steve Howe.

FAVOURITE SONGWRITERS: Paul McCartney.

FAVOURITE SINGERS: Paul Rodgers, Stevie Wonder, Peter Gabriel, Greg Lake

RESIDENCE: Single and lives in Surrey.

INSTRUMENTS: Hamond RT3 with additional height plynth and customised guts driven through Hiwatt amps and put out through one Leslie 145 and two RSE 1 x 15 inch JBL bins and three custom-made Werlin Bat rotating horn units. Muri-Moog (modified) through Hiwatt 100-watt amp with JBL Showman Cabinet. Hagspiel grand piano, with scaffolding, miked through PA. Black Gibson SB Les Paul Junior (1960) plugged into Moog.

DAVID WIGHTWICK: Drums and vocals.

BORN: Dunstable, Bedfordshire, 25/August/1950.

EDUCATED: Priory Secondary School, Dunstable.

MUSICAL TRAINING: Self-taught.

MUSICAL CAREER: Former member of Madrigal from 1967 to 1973. The band split and was reformed with new members and retitled Merlin.

OTHER OCCUPATIONS: Varied from soldier to postman.

MUSICAL INFLUENCES: Beatles, The Move, Genesis.

COMPOSITIONS: None.

FAVOURITE SINGLES: "Say You Don't Mind" (Colin Blunstone), "Motet Overture" (Abors), "Eleanor Rigby" (Beatles)

FAVOURITE ALBUMS: "Dark Side Of The Moon (Pink Floyd), "Erismore" (Colin Blunstone), "Tubular Bells" (Mike Oldfield), "Moving Waves" (Focus).

FAVOURITE MUSICIANS: Carl Palmer, Jon Bonham, Simon Kirke.

FAVOURITE SONGWRITERS: Lennon and McCartney, Colin Blunstone, Genesis.

FAVOURITE SINGERS: Ian Billan, Colin Blunstone, Karen Carpenter.

RESIDENCE: Flat in London.

INSTRUMENTS: Hayman see-through drumkit comprising 1 x 22 inch bass drum, 1 x 12 inch and 1 x 13 inch mounted tom-toms, 1 x 16 inch and 1 x 18 inch floor tom toms, 1 x 14 inch snare drum, Ludwig/Paiste 22 inch cymbal, 1 x 22 inch and 1 x 20 inch Zildjian ride cymbals, 1 x 18 inch Zildjian crash cymbal, 1 x 14 inch Zildjian hi-hat, Ludwig and Hayman accessories and Premier C and Selmer sticks.

#merlin band #jamie moses #(I continue to not tag the rest because everyone continues to not care)#long post //#text #jamie

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queen18xo · 3 years ago

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May Our Secrets Remain Hidden - Chapter Two

Draco stumbles through the seemingly endless corridor, Harry's nightmare playing vividly in his mind each time his eyes blink shut. He mindlessly walks the familiar route to Professor Snape's chambers seeking the man's guidance, an unbearably heavy burden settled over his shoulders, his frame wrought with tension as he slowly trudges towards the professor's chambers.

He distantly registers the sound of his knuckles frantically pounding against the solid wooden door, he doesn't feel the sharp sting the forceful contact should cause. The door swings open, a furious Severus Snape looming threateningly in the doorway a scowl that would have most people cowering beneath it etched into his face. His features instantly softening as they take in the blondes grave expression and trembling hands. "Draco?" Snape calls, raising a questioning eyebrow at the dazed teen shifting nervously before him.

"Arthur Weasly" Draco exclaims abruptly, his sharp outburst momentarily startling the professor. The man releasing a futile huff of protest as Draco bodily pushes past him into his chambers, Snape begrudgingly pushes the door shut turning to face the frantically pacing teen.

"Draco explain yourself" Snape snaps impatiently, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"Nagini has Arthur Weasly, you have to save him" Draco's pleading eyes snap up to Snapes, his eyes shining wetly with unshed tears. Snape releases a tired sigh, gently urging the boy towards a lavish armchair.

"You know I need more than that" Snape urges, watching as the teen tenses his expression darkening ominously.

"Potter was having a nightmare, I was drawn to him. I saw everything but I wasn't in control not until I was already in the Gryffindor common room" Draco runs a shaking hand through his wavy hair as he explains. " I saw him and he - he looked bad, really bad" Draco explains a shiver running through him as he remembers Harry's pale trembling frame. "I couldn't wake him so I-" Draco winces "I entered his mind - someone was resisting me and it wasn't Potter-" he shudders the icy feel of the casters magic lodged deep in his bones. "I woke him eventually, and it was stupid I knew it would be a mistake but I told him he could show me the nightmare" Draco hangs his head, his hands tiredly streaking over his face, the rough scrape of his palm leaving the pale skin pink in its wake.

"Draco what did you see?" Snape urges softly, worry curling in his gut as he takes in his godson's distraught appearance, his hair sitting wild and untamed atop his head, his sleep clothes rumpled and unkempt, his body slumped dejectedly in the chair.

"We were at the Ministry, the room of Prophecy I think" Draco recalls, the images flashing behind his closed eyelids. "Arthur weasly was on the floor - Merlin there was so much blood" Draco swallows thickly, his saliva feeling like a dense lump as he struggles to force it down his throat. "Nagini - s-she was attacking him - it was almost like she was taunting him - playing with him" Draco finishes shakily, his dark grey eyes meeting the professors worried gaze "please help him, Severus, I can't have his blood on my hands" Draco pleads brokenly.

"Draco calm down, how do you know it isn't merely a nightmare conjured by a disturbed mind, Potter has experienced more than his fair share of trauma" Snape reasons, placing a comforting hand on the teen's shoulder, giving the tense muscle a brief reassuring squeeze.

"I know Severus, I know I felt him - the Dark Lord, he was there," Draco sucks in a steadying breath "I-I think they're connected somehow, I can't explain it but I felt it" he explains gravely.

Snape lets out a considering hum, crouching down to face the shaking teen "I believe you Draco, I will do what I can for the Weasly. You must help Potter, he'll need you" Snape voices softly.

"He'll kill me - They'll all kill me Bella, dad - all of them" Draco chokes out, panic clouding his features as he pictures the outcome awaiting him should he help Harry Potter.

"They'll kill him Draco - You're strong you know how to protect your mind Potter doesn't if what you say is true how long until the Dark Lord unhinges his mind" Snape pushes, watching as horror plays across the teens sharply defined features. "Get some rest Draco, I cannot force you to help Potter but I do not believe you wish the boy dead" Snape whispers, gently guiding the distressed teen out of his chambers, giving him a soft nudge in the direction of the student chambers.

Draco settles against the comforting softness of his mattress, the plump pillow heavenly beneath his aching head, he wraps the heavy duvet tightly around his frame, holding the edge in a white-knuckled fist.

The night's events play on a continuous loop in his mind, conflicting feelings warring in his gut, his body taut with tension as he worries for Arthur Weasly, a man he was raised to despise yet wishes to save.

His mind flickers to Potter, all thoughts seemingly leading back to the initial event that led to all these other bizarre events unfurling. His mind strays to the easy trust the teen had placed in him despite their abysmal history, a warmth loosening in his chest as he remembers the relieved expression on the teens face when he realised Draco wasn't a hallucination.

Draco tosses and turns restlessly in his bed despite his overwhelming exhaustion, his eyes burning with fatigue as he forces his heavy lids to remain open. His mind a turbulent mess of chaotic thoughts, all seemingly centred around the enigma that is Harry Potter.

He slowly succumbs to a fitful slumber, his body weighed down heavily by dread and weariness as he allows himself to be pulled into the darkness, his incessantly buzzing mind finally calming as he slowly begins to dip into unconsciousness. The tension held in his aching muscles slowly dissipating as he permits himself to tumble into a thankfully dreamless sleep, treasuring the brief moment of tranquillity in his hectic life.

#drarry #drarry fanfiction #draco malfoy #harry potter #severus snape #legilimency #occlumency #nightmares

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imbellarosa · 3 years ago

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my check in tagggg

my absolute love @evilovesyou tagged me in this game and it has been a while, but maybe i'm gonna be on a bit more in the next two weeks - lets hope so!!

1. Why did you choose your url?

Okay so I was a TA for this french class when I was in high school, and this kid kept calling me Rosie (yeah yeah @dependsonwhospitching laugh it up) and i COULD NOT figure out why he called me that, and eventually the teacher asked him, and he was like "oh it's bc her name is Bella and she's a Bella Rosa. I'm italian." and like. idk. It's not that I wanted to date the kid or anything, but I didn't feel particularly beautiful then, and I liked knowing that someone thought I was. so as a reminder, my url is "I'm Bella Rosa" haha

2. Any side-blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them.

None that I am using regularly right now! An old magicians one that is no longer in use.

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

uhhhh....5 years? or 4??? around that long

4: Do you have a queue tag?

Absolutely not im not that organized! I don't even have a queue I'm a MESS

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

Because i wanted to be a merlin blog lmaoooo. i still like the fandom but now this is just my personal blog

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

i like choosing cartoon versions of me!! they look cool and you know who you're talking to that. way.

7. Why did you choose your header?

my header used to be a sunflower, but then i re-vamped my blog and i thought of a convo i had with someone, where they said that if their life was hard, they liked to go see the sea, because it was so vast and free, and i feel the same way, so it's a good reminder that even if life is rough there's a whole world out there lmao

8. Whats your post with the most notes?

You know I actually have no clue? Probably one of my analysis posts though i wish my art had more notes!

9. How many mutuals do you have?

Uh. Is there an actual way to check this? Does this website have a feature I don’t know about?

10. How many followers do you have?

uh around 700 i think. all very cool people, OBVIOUSLY

11. How many people do you follow?

literally thousands. I just click follow if i maybe MIGHT like your content, so my dash is a bit of everything always

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

i mean...yes probably. yes.

13. How often do you use tumblr a day?

i used to be at home doing school in a pandemic so ALL THE TIME lmao. now my life is a bit more hectic, so like, once a day? but i'm always in my dms if someone texts me

14. Did you once have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

Uh...defo with anons but i've learned to not really engage but idk about another blog i probably have but i don't like to do it a lot.

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog” posts?

Useless. Stupid. Makes me want to do the exact opposite.

16. Do you like tag games?

Yes!! But I’ve been terrible at keeping up! (stealing evis answer hereeee)

17. Do you like ask games?

Yeah! Especially the writing ones! But honestly any of them are fun! (also stealing evi's answer hereeeee)

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

ummmm...i think i have quite a few? I would count evi defo, but also some other people in various different fandoms and circles but i love them lots as humans not "tumblr famous people" does that make sense??

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

@dependsonwhospitching of COURSE

20. Tags?

@foreverfanficaddict @whatagreatproblemtohave @stoptakingmyusernamebro (i ADORE this blog and their username) @queenlokibeth

#i say things #my friends!!#tag games

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rons-hermiones · 3 years ago

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Come Find Me

by rons-hermiones

Summary: Unplanned, Hermione is forced to spend Christmas at the Burrow due to her grandmother falling very ill. After being ignored by Hermione for weeks, Ron is determined to show her how much she means to him. Just before he gets the chance to tell her, Bellatrix Lestrange shows up with other plans for Hermione. Can Ron get to her before it's too late? (Ron/Hermione Half-Blood Prince AU)

Rating: M for language & dark themes in later chapters.

Chapter Forty

Hermione’s eyes widened at the feeling of the hand clamped over her face.

At first, she’s absolutely terrified that they’ve come for her and someone’s muffling the screams she no longer knows if she’s capable of.

For a second she thinks it could be Ron as he’s nearby and he’s silencing her to keep from giving them away to some evil outside the Burrow.

However as her eyes adjust to the darkness, under the moon shining through Ron’s attic window, she makes out a pair of two familiar eyes.

Ones she only saw in Malfoy Manor.

Soft, misty eyes. A pair she doubted she’d ever see again.

Slowly, she pulls her hand off Hermione’s mouth and presses a finger to her lips, indicating her to keep quiet.

With a swish of an unfamiliar wand Hermione recognizes the movements of a silencing charm.

Unknown to everyone but one Molly Weasley, is that a simple muffalito has no effect within the walls of Ron’s room. The matron was worried her son may succumb to the brunette's request of casting a silencing charm for the sake of everyone else after her screaming tonight. Even though it bothered no one in the house, Molly knew the girl well enough to know she thought of herself a burden. Not to mention, Mrs. Weasley is pretty sure Ron would do whatever she asked of him.

“Hello dear.” She whispered as a precaution.

“Ci-Cissy?” Hermione choked out, tears pooling in her eyes.

And before she could register the pain of such an action, she’s flinging her arms around the older woman’s slender frame and squeezes her tightly.

In turn, Narcissa finds herself crying quietly into the witch’s shoulder.

Once gathering her bearings a bit she breaks the silence. “I believe you have something that belongs to me.” Narcissa says with a chuckle.

Under her, she feels Hermione shake in what she thinks would be a laugh, had she not been in such a state.

“Well I have something that belongs to you as well, you see-”

“Let go of her now!”

Instantly, the pair's eyes snapped to the occupant of the voice.

Ron Weasley was towering over them, standing tall at a scary six foot four. His wand is drawn as deep raspy breaths escape him. Chest rising and falling at an intense rate. Hermione thinks she can see his knuckles whitening from the tight hold.

At his words, Narcissa pulled away from Hermione and held her hands in surrender as the young girl shook her head vigorously.

“Move away. Move.” He spat.

“Look, I’m not here to-“

“I don’t care! Move!” He screamed.

“R-Ron.” She cried.

When his blue eyes found her, he swore she was looking at him almost longingly. He couldn’t help but scrunch his brow in confusion.

“Please.” She mouthed.

“I won’t let her touch you love. I won’t.” He promised with such ferocity no one would dare challenge it.

“N-no!” She tried to exclaim.

This made his hold on his wand falter a bit as he grew puzzled.

It was Narcissa’s name she was groaning in her sleep. It was this woman, a Malfoy, who was causing her anguish. Probably the same haunting face that woke her in a fit of screams.

“I don’t understand.” He said to Hermione, feeling stupid for it after the fact, knowing there was a threat standing in between him and her. And now said threat would see him as some bumbling idiot.

Merlin he can’t fail again, he can’t.

“I’m not here to hurt any of you. Least of all Hermione, never Hermione.” Narcissa spoke up, standing from the bed, hands still raised.

“Shut up! Don’t say that, you hurt her! You’re a monster!” He doesn’t realize, but hot, wet tears are leaking out of his blue eyes.

“Hurt her? You think I’d hurt her? I’m the one who got her out of there, how do you think my wand-”

He let out a bitter laugh, “If you’re so helpful then why did it take four bloody months, eh?” He taunted.

Narcissa was growing angry, more at herself then this boy, because in a lot of ways, he was right. It had taken her too long to get Hermione out. So much had happened to her in those four months and her pain could be cut in half had she acted faster.

She stepped closer to speak, but in response, Ron lifted his wand to her nose.

“Don’t you dare!”

“Hermione, disarm him so we can have a civil conversation.” Cissy says calmly, though her voice shakes.

“No w-wand.” She squeaks.

“No wand?” Narcissa says, eyeing Ron, who now looks nervous. “Is it because-”

A sudden knock on the door brings everyone in the attic to a standstill.

“Ronnie?” Molly Weasley’s voice broke from behind the wood door.

Narcissa hurriedly tip-toed to the left of the door, looking to Ron’s conflicted eyes and bringing a finger to her lips. Next, his gaze found Hermione who seemed to be mouthing ‘please’ over and over, her eyes glossy under the moonlight.

“Ronald open up or I’m coming in.” She said from the other side.

Sparing one last glance at Hermione, he tucked his wand into his waistband and with a deep breath flung open the door and stepped into the hallway. Carefully he shut it behind him.

“Is everything okay dear? I thought I heard voices.”

He gulped, “Y-yeah.” He swallowed hoping to wet his dry throat, “Hermione she-uh, she had another nightmare.”

“Oh no.” Molly began to push past him until he jumped in front of the door knob.

“No!” He said a bit too harshly, “I just mean, I think she’s overwhelmed, you know? I think I can handle this Mum.” He said gently.

And surprisingly, his mother doesn’t disagree like he expected her to. Instead, a proud smile struck her lips as her eyes softened considerably.

“I’m so proud of you Ronnie.” She whispers, hands reaching out to cradle his face. “You’ve taken tremendous care of Hermione, you’re just so grown up I suppose. The way you are with her- I’m just beyond proud of you dear.” Molly says misty eyed.

“Thanks Mum.” He says with red cheeks.

Behind the door, Narcissa Malfoy is smiling.

Mrs. Weasley squeezes him tightly before pulling away and wiping at her eyes. “I’m downstairs if you need anything, okay? I love you Ronnie, Hermione too.” With that, she kisses his cheek and walks down the steps.

He waits until he hears the faint sound of his parents door clicking close before pulling out his wand again and entering his bedroom.

There he finds Narcissa standing in the middle of his orange room, her eyes looking like they're full of love with tears threatening to spill over. She looks like anything but a Malfoy, such a stark contrast from Bellatrix. Looking at her here he’s more reminded of Andromeda, a soft spoken soul full of love. All things he would never associate with the mother of the greatest git at Hogwarts and wife to a Death Eater.

“Now I understand what Hermione was trying to tell me.” She whispered with a ghost of a smile on her lips.

Momentarily his grip falters as he begins lowering his wand, but then he remembers. This is probably a part of her plan. Gain his trust then kick his legs out from under him while he’s weak and more importantly, go at Hermione while she’s weak.

Still, he does want to know what she means…

“Nevermind that! Tell me how you got here.” He demands.

...

“The Burrow?” Andromeda questioned, “that’s… no! I can’t Molly and Arthur- no Cissy, I’m sorry.” She began pacing as she shook her head frantically.

“Please Andi, I need to see Hermione.” She begged.

“Hermione? Hermione Granger?” She questioned, even more confused than she was before.

“That’s right.” Narcissa nods confidently.

“But why?”

The younger of the two sighs. She nervously begins to wring her hands together as she paces the expanse of the room.

Then something dawned on Andromeda, “Hold on, does Hermione Granger have your wand?”

The look on Cissy’s face says it all.

“Narcissa what in the bloody hell is Hermione Granger doing with your wand? The girl is off at Hogwarts and the wards there- they’re impossible to get through!” She rants.

“Is it safe for me to assume you haven’t been in touch with Nymphadora?”

“Dora? What’s she got to do with all of this?” Andromeda questioned, but the look on her sister's face told her that the answer was crucial to the story, so she carried on. “Her and Remus were supposed to spend New Year’s with Ted and I but she got sent off on an assignment. She said it was for the Auror’s and not The O-” She caught herself.

Narcissa huffed with a roll of her eyes, “I know about The Order Andi, I’m not daft! Just carry on.”

The brunette rolled her eyes in return. It was almost nice to bicker. It felt normal. It felt like it did so long ago.

“Right so she said she had a case down in Cornwall. Some investigation, we owled of course, but she didn’t come back until February. Ted and I traveled to Amsterdam for our anniversary which is in late February, we were there for a few weeks. Dora is meant to come to dinner here within the week.”

“Alright.” Cissy nodded, “Alright that makes sense.”

“Sense with what Cissy?” Andromeda asked impatiently.

“Christmas night Hermione Granger was kidnapped from the Weasley’s home.”

The other woman grew pale, horror striking her features.

“It was Bella. Bella took her back to my estate in Wiltshire.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, tone filled with nothing but shame.

“Kidnapped? She’s just a child, Narcissa! Merlin- how long?” Andi asked, pinching the end of her nose.

“Three, four months.” Andromeda had to strain her ears to even hear the response.

“Months? This went on for months and you knew!”

“I know okay? I tried- I swear, I tried to get her out.” Cissy promised with tears brimming her eyes.

The brunette took a deep breath, calming considerably. “At least tell me she’s not there anymore. Tell me the girl is okay.”

Narcissa wiped almost violently at her eyes and took a big sniff, “That’s why I’m here, I had nowhere else to go. They’re bound to figure it out eventually. Lucius is too caught up in himself to realize I was lying but Bella- if she doesn’t know yet, she will soon.”

“Know what?” Her brown eyes were swimming for answers.

“That I was the one who helped Hermione escape. That’s why she has my wand.”

Andromeda gasped. When Narcissa turned up at her door she was so overcome with a sense of familiarity and love she didn’t even spare a second to think what kind of trouble she may be in. Or the possibility that she was done with that life. With her awful husband and his awful beliefs.

Could it be?

“But why?” It’s all Andromeda could come up with.

As she peered at her sister's weathered features, she saw tears running out of her blue eyes.

“Because it was so wrong Andi.” Narcissa practically blubbered, succumbing to sobs.

And like they were little girls again, Andromeda knew all Cissy needed right now was a hug from her big sister.

She engulfed her slender frame and slowly began stroking her brunette-blonde hair. Telling her everything was alright and ensuring she did the right thing.

After a few moments, Narcissa gathered her bearings.

“You were right.” She choked, “I’ve known for years but part of me always held out some hope, Bella… she's gone.” Her voice cracked over the nickname.

Andromeda just frowned, she accepted the fact during the first war, but she knew that part of Narcissa always thought that maybe somehow, someway, they could all become the family they once were. That they could all be sisters again.

“She ordered them to do terrible- unspeakable things to a young girl.” Suddenly her features stiffened into that of anger, “And when she wasn’t laughing at those inhumane acts, she was firing curse after curse at Hermione. The cruciatus, she- she doesn’t even speak anymore.”

Tears began leaking again out of both womens eyes.

“I took care of her every night. I snuck her potions. I read to her. I fed her. I held her. I made sure her brain wouldn’t turn to mush. I even told Bella to stop.” She inhaled, “But none of it mattered. I took too long. They killed her parents! I should’ve got her out sooner, I’m just as bad as the rest of them, I’m-” Her words caught in her throat as she grew hysterical.

Andromeda gripped her shoulders, “Stop.” She said a little forcefully, but Narcissa just continued to cry. “Cissy look at me.” She demanded.

Thankfully, her sister stopped shaking momentarily to fulfill the request.

“You never have and will never be a monster, okay? You did what was right in the end and that’s all that matters. Hermione isn’t there anymore.”

Narcissa closed her eyes and began trembling under Andromeda’s hold.

“Hey.” She called, causing her to open her eyes again, “you’re my sister. You always have been and you always will be. If I thought you were anything like Bella I wouldn’t have let you in. I know your heart is good.”

Slowly, Cissy nodded, calming a bit at the sentiment.

“I love you.” Andi said.

“I love you too.” Narcissa responded, “You’re my family and it's just-” she swallowed, “I’m so happy to be here with you but Hermione she- she’ll never have that again.” Cissy hoped the statement conveyed what she met as if she said more, she would’ve probably broken down again.

“That’s why it’s so important I get you into The Burrow, huh?” Andromeda smiled.

Cissy smiled back.

Even after all this time, they still knew each other so well.

...

“Tell me.” Ron Weasley demanded of her.

Cissy shook her head. She was briefly lost in a daze remembering all the details of the past few days.

“My sister, Andromeda, has access to the wards. She comes to have tea with your Mother a few times a week.” She like it was simple.

Ron scrunched his brow, not connecting the dots.

“We apparated outside of the wards so no one would hear. Andi and I performed some old blood spell we found in one of our mothers old books. Did it when we were younger, it connects you for a finite amount of time only works if you’re blood related. She stepped through the wards and I held onto her, we had no issues. I reckon she’s still crouching behind that old tree in your orchard.” She explained.

“So your sister, she doesn’t well-uh-”

“Hate me?” Narcissa asked knowingly, “No.” She answered. “It’s always been different for us than it was with Bella.”

The mention of the name involuntarily made Hermione shutter as a whimper escaped her.

At the sound Ron turned to envelope her in a hug, just to find Narcissa already doing it. He was about to pull out his wand to do something, but to his surprise, Hermione was welcoming to the embrace, burrowing into her robes.

He notices Narcissa holding her closer and he opens his mouth to tell the woman to take it easy, but Hermione winces instead, making her jump away.

The young witch moves her hand to her ribs hoping to ease some pain.

“What did you do? Ron accuses, sitting down next to Hermione, gently rubbing her back. At the action the brunette tries to offer a small smile, but the keyword here is tries.

He wonders if he’ll ever see a proper smile from her again.

“I have a book for Hermione in my robes. The corner must’ve dug into her ribs. If they’re still sore you should consider casting a-”

“No!” Ron yelps, making her jump, “sorry love” He whispers after the fact.

“So I was right then?”

The ginger eyes the woman, unsure what she means.

“She can’t use magic.”

Before he can even react Hermione musters all of her strength to shrug his arm off of her.

“L-liar.” She said saldy.

Technically he didn’t lie because it never exactly came up, but he knew that wasn’t an adequate response or excuse. Ron from five months ago might’ve said that, but he’s done a lot of growing up in that time.

And the look of pain on her face breaks his heart, especially knowing he caused it. Especially after he swore to himself and to her all those nights in St. Mungo’s that he’d never hurt her again.

“I don't know how to tell you Mione. Please believe me, please. I just- I didn’t want to hurt you anymore then I have already, okay? It fucking kills me seeing you like this darling. Please, I’m so sorry. Don’t let me lose you again.” He pleaded, forgetting Narcissa was even in the room.

A tear fell down her cheek, he swiped it gently with his thumb and relaxed the slightest when she allowed him to do so.

“It’s not forever, I promise. You’re still a brilliant witch, it doesn’t make you any less magical, okay?”

He watched as her eyes slowly roved to her bandaged arm, thinking about the vile term underneath.

Mudblood.

Anger momentarily bubbled within him thinking of the scar, but he pushed it down. He tilted her chin to look into his eyes, “Don’t think about that, please. You’re the Brightest Witch of Our Age. Nothing will ever change that, believe me alright? It’s just for a little while, I’m so sorry I lied Mione. I just- I hate to see you upset. I was being selfish and-”

Hermione cut him off by placing a gentle hand over his mouth.

It was so much to take in, but Ron has been so lovely. Her moment of hurt was overshined by all the tender moments they’ve shared lately. And right now her brain is working in overdrive.

Hatred for Bellatrix and all she’s taken from her. The thought of never performing a spell again. Would they kick her out of Hogwarts?

Then she remembers Narcissa is here, Ron too, and right now she needs to focus on this before she explodes. Maybe Cissy has answers. She prays she does.

When she moves her hand a ghost of a smile plays on Ron’s lips, thankful for the sign of forgiveness.

“L-later.” she mumbled.

He nodded in understanding, hand reaching for hers.

Cissy watches the scene feeling her heartbreak for Hermione but also swell at the evident love between them. Then she remembers what event sparked the conversation in the first place.

“I have something for you. Something you left behind.”

Ron opens his mouth to protest, she needs no reminders of Malfoy Manor. Ever.

“Trust me.” Cissy whispers.

From her black robes she pulls out a large book.

The words Hogwarts, A History are printed on the binding.

It looks a lot like the copy Bill and Charlie gave him. There’s even a tea stain on the- shite.

With watery eyes, Narcissa places it in front of the pair. “I don’t believe you ever got to properly read this, huh dear?” She asked with a watery smile.

Ron glances to gauge Hermione’s reaction. Her bottom lip is quivering and he sees a lone tear escape her brown sparkling eyes.

But for the first time in a long time, he knows those tears weren’t ones of pain.

As her shaking hand skims the leatherbound book she suddenly feels different.

She’s not thinking of Bellatrix or Greyback or her parents. She’s thinking about how she’s here with Ron and Cissy and she feels an overwhelming sense of love coming from them. From this book, what it means, who gave it to her and who brought it back to her.

When she opens to the text, she spots the familiar scrawl in the front, running her fingers over the worn out ink and splotches from her salty tears.

Hermione,

I’m so sorry for everything that's happened. I’ve hurt you and for that I’ll never truly forgive myself. You know I’ve never been good with words, but I once told you I wouldn’t read this book for anything, but I did. For you. I hope you enjoy my rendition of Hogwarts, A History and I hope this can help show you how much you mean to me, how much I miss you, if only a little. I hope one day you can forgive me. Until then I’ll be waiting. Always.

Happy Christmas

Yours, Ron.

She spent the worst nights of her life bent over this book. It gave her hope to someday get back to Ron. To make things right.

But reading it this time was different.

Instead of longing to see Ron again she turns and he’s there.

His arms tighten around her and she swears she hears him sniffle and feels him press a light kiss to her hair.

And she knows that this is what healing feels like.

“Thank you.” Her voice is cracked, but it's the strongest she’s sounded in months.

Ron’s heart swells in his chest. He peers over at Narcissa Malfoy, who like him, is crying, and the two exchange soft smiles.

In that moment Ron decides: maybe Narcissa Malfoy isn’t so bad after all.

...

Hermione falls asleep on Ron’s chest, the book slanted in her lap. She’s calmer than she’s been in a while. No furrowed brows or pained groans. He keeps a gentle hand running through her hair, telling himself it’s keeping her sound asleep and it’s not just because her hair is so damn soft.

“I wish I could have gotten her to sleep like that in the Manor. I wish I would’ve done more.” Narcissa’s voice breaks from where she sits on Harry’s camp bed.

Ron just stares at her for a few moments before coming to a decision. One he’s reluctant about, but knows it's best for Hermione.

“You can stay here.”

The woman looks in shock.

“Hermione would be upset if you left without a proper goodbye and I reckon there’s a lot you need to tell me, but not now. The sun will be up within the hour and I’m knackered.” He tells her, eyes averted to his Chudley Cannons poster.

“I’m sure your parents wouldn’t be pleased with someone so closely involved with the Dark Lord under their roof.” She says quietly.

“You’re done with that though?” He snaps, hand moving for his wand.

“I am.” She assures with a nod, “I have been for a while.”

Ron relaxes and lets out a breath. “Alright then. I’ll explain it to Mum and Dad eventually, but now isn’t right.”

Cissy nods again, “I’ll send a patronus to Andromeda, she’s still waiting in the orchard.” She explains taking out her wand, her true wand.

A wispy swan glides elegantly from the tip of her wand and disappears as blueish white hues disappear out his window.

“I’m going to bed.” Is all he says before blowing the candle on his bedside out and throwing the covers over both him and Hermione.

He stays awake for a while though, worried Narcissa may try something. But eventually her breathing evens out and he’s too exhausted to stand guard any longer, so he succumbs to sleep knowing he’ll need his rest for all the answers to come tomorrow.

Ones that are sure to break his heart.

...

Green flames explode in the fireplace as a figure stumbles out.

They brush the ash off and step into the Burrow’s living room.

“Oh you’re early!” Molly exclaims as she comes near the fireplace, still in her slippers. “Hermione had a nasty nightmare so she’s up in the attic with Ron. It was a long night, so I reckon they’re still asleep. Go wake Ronnie at least, let Hermione rest.” She told them.

With a nod, the figure took the familiar trek to Ron’s bedroom, not even bothering to knock before entering.

Meant by the sight of Ron and Hermione curled around each other and an overwhelming sense of heartbreak and warmth flooded them. Heartbreak of knowing why they ended up that way, because of the nightmares, but warmth at seeing the look of content across their serene faces as they laid in one another's arms.

But then he saw something.

A third figure laid atop of the sheets of the camp bed tucked against the wall.

Pulling out their wand they steadily positioned it, ready to curse whoever the mysterious occupant may be.

But before they make it across the room, the figure bolts upright, seeming to have heard the heavy footsteps.

And for the first time, Narcissa Malfoy is face to face with the infamous Harry Potter.

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writemarcus · 3 years ago

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littlemessyjessi · 4 years ago

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Torn: Remus Lupin Story: PS OC: Chapter Two: Bothersome Bella

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Remus Lupin Imagine Turned Story

Re-Written and Edit of an old story of mine I had on Mibba that deserved some more love and attention, lol.

Remus Lupin x Vega Black (OC, OFC, PLUS SIZE OC, PLUS SIZE OFC)

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“If a thing is right it can be done, and if it is wrong it can be done without; and a good man will find a way.” ― Anna Sewell, Black Beauty

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Chapter Song: “Cowboy Lullaby”: Tim McGraw and Faith Hill

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Vega stood outside of Ravenclaw tower looking at that arrogant eagle door knocker who refused her passage until she correctly guessed the riddle. She'd guessed three times now and each time she was wrong. Now normally, she would've had more patience that than but the last three weeks hadn't been the best for her. Lost and late for her classes because of the moving staircases. Detention for her tardiness. A howler from her Aunt Walburga every single day telling her how upset they were with her sorting.

It didn’t help that she was missing her parents an awful lot.

It had been years and yet still... she was trying her best to deal with it.

Relocating was nothing new to her due to change from Tennessee to London...but Hogwarts was different.

At times like this, she just really wished she could still run into her father’s arms.

Ride behind her mother as they took a moonlight ride on her mother’s mare, Star.

She missed it.

She needed it.

She was dealing with alot.

All the mundane little things of life.

And many other struggles of the first year. In a few years, this would be comical to her...but not today. So.....she lost her temper. "Piece of shitl!" she screamed hauling back her Charms book and swinging at the entrance. "I hate this! I hate everything! Now let me in so I can go to sleep!" "Vega?" She paused in her assault and looked over her shoulder at none other than Remus Lupin. Of course. Of course it would be him. Why on earth would it be someone else besides her crush? The universe was against her and the little eleven year old girl felt like she was doomed to have Remus think she was mentally unstable. First it was crying over a muggle book and now it was psychotic rage over not being able to get into the common room. "Everything alright?" he asked her cautiously. She sighed, blowing a puff of air out of her reddened cheeks sending a dark curl bouncing in front of her before looking down in shame. "I can't get inside." He almost smiled. She was beating herself up over nothing. Most first years couldn't. Most upper classmen in the other houses would never even have a chance. "Oh, maybe I can help." he offered. "What's the riddle?" "Follower of man, dark as night, a trained choreography, comes after light." spoke the eagle again. Remus tapped his chin. "Alright, follower of man. So it's behind you and dark as night so it's black or at least darker. A trained choreography. Hmmm, we'll come back to that. Comes after light." he rambled. Vega bit her lip, "Ok so something dark that follows you after light....and it's moves. Merlin's beard!" "What?" he asked a little startled by her outburst. She grinned, "It's a shadow!" "Correct. You may now enter." spoke the eagle behind them. She smiled at Remus, "Thank you. I couldn't have done it without you." He shook his head, "Yes, you could've. You were just frustrated. You're smarter than most adults I know...and you're only eleven."

He bent to pick up her fallen books and peered at the cover, “Black Beauty?”

”Um, yeah.” she mumbled. “I found it in the common room and I just thought it looked interesting.”

Remus smiled at her gently, “You like horses don’t you?”

Vega’s cheeks flushed, “Well, I- I mean my mama - well, I just- just- Yeah. Yeah I like horses.”

Remus fought not to smile as she rambled but simply nodded and handed her the book.

”I like them too.” he said. “They’re gentle giants.”

”Yeah.” she said hugging the book to her chest. “They’re majestic.”

”Yeah.” he agreed. “I hope you have a good night, Vega. Good night.” "Good night, Remus." she smiled before ducking inside. Remus smiled and shook his head as he carried on his way. He hadn't seen very much of her since the sorting ceremony but she was in a different house and a different year than him. Additionally, she was a first year and apparently a very high strung first year so he didn't hold it against her. He did feel sorry for her. Everyone could hear the howlers her aunt sent her every day. Sure, Sirius had gotten them too and they were much worse for him but.... things seemed to affect Vega a little differently than they did Sirius. Remus went on about his way until he reached the Gryffindor tower and studied in the common room for a little while. Which actually meant he studies while James and Sirius copied his notes. After a while, he went to bed and actually had a fairly restful sleep. You never get him to admit that he had dreamed of Vega. Her curly black hair. Her big grey eyes, silver like the moon. Her full little lips. He'd never admit it but there was a sort of calmness that he got from her. She soothed him. The very thought made him laugh darkly. Of course, soothe the savage beast. At twelve he desperately wanted more friends and was incredibly grateful for the ones he had but...he'd never let himself be anymore social. Because he was afraid of what he was...and what he might do. The full moon was next week and he most certainly was not looking forward to it. The process, the lies, the hiding...any of it. He felt so lousy for lying to his friends like that. He'd done it all of the previous year and he got the feeling that they were onto him...just that maybe they didn't quite know what they thought they knew. The next morning we he awoke, he was alone in the dorm room. It was a bit odd seeing as how it was Saturday. The snores of James and Sirius who always chose to sleep late usually shook the bed. It wasn't all that uncommon for Peter to be up early. He was never one to miss a meal. "Hmm." Remus hummed in curiosity before climbing out and getting dressed. He greeted a few other house meets politely as he made his way out of Gryffindor Tower and down the corridor. His stomach growled and he figured he nip in and see if any breakfast was left in the Great Hall. However, on his way he heard some noise. A bang and then a lot of ruckus. Her recognized the glint of black hair up ahead and could clearly see that Vega lay in a heap on the floor....clearly injured. He ran to her and knelt beside her when he noticed three other girls. He recognized them instantly as the Black sisters. The eldest, Andromeda, had long brown hair and was the most tolerable. She was a Slytherin prefect a few years older than him but she was quite nice and polite. The youngest, Narcissa or Cissy, was a year younger than he, also in Slytherin, and had long white blond hair. He didn't know her very well, only that she was very quite and seemed completely smitten with Lucius Malfoy. The middle child was by far the worst. Bellatrix Black, hooded dark eyes and curly black hair with sharp features. Bella had a mean strike a mile long and she was cruel as they come. She was in his year and it was very clear that she and Sirius hated each other with a passion. And apparently, this included Vega who lay on the ground with cuts all over her and a blossoming bruise on her face. "Bella, enough!" Andromeda threatened. "What?!" Bella sneered. "She deserved it!" "She didn't do anything to you!" Andromeda pressed. "I saw her go for her wand." Bella spat at her elder sister. "If she did it's probably because you drew yours first." Andromeda said sternly towards her sister. "We both know that Vega was minding her own business just reading a book and -”

“A muggle book!”

“You're being a bully." "And you're a blood traitor." Bella snapped at her sister. "Come on, Cissy." The blond first year followed behind her sister who sneered at Vega, "See you later, cousin." Vega looked down and away from her. When the two of them left, Andromeda knelt down and inspected her young cousin. "I'm sorry, Vega." she said honestly. "You know how Bella is." Vega nodded and winced, "I'm fine. Thank you for your help." She moved to stand only to collapse into Remus' arms. Much to her embarrassment. She turned bright red. Andromeda arched an eyebrow at it but said nothing. She simply picked her cousin up. Since she was a seventh year and Vega just a first year, and a rather small one at that, it was nothing to lift the little girl. "Remus, if you would run along to the Great Hall and tell Professor Slughorn that I need to speak with him in the hospital wing, I'd appreciate it." she told him. He nodded and took off in the direction of the Great Hall. Breakfast long forgotten...as well as the blood on his clothes. He almost hit himself for not realizing because James and Sirius almost attacked him over it. "Whoa, Remus, mate! What happened?" James pressed. "Nothing." he tried to push them off on his way to the Head Table. "Professor Slughorn." he said as he approached. "Andromeda Black has asked me to inform you that she needs to speak with you. She's in the hospital wing." He tried to be quite but Slughorn being Slughorn drew attention to it. "The hospital wing?!" he exclaimed and Remus flushed a little. "Yes, alright, Mr. Lupin. Thank you." And with that he was gone in bustle of robes. When Remus turned he was met with many stares but none so potent as James and Sirius'. He maneuvered around them and headed for the door, his stomach twisted in knots. Two familiar hands came down on his shoulders and turned him around. "What's going on?" Sirius asked him. He looked into his friend's eyes. If anyone deserved to know....Sirius really did. She was his cousin. "It's Vega." he said. The color drained from Sirius' face. "What?" he whispered. "What happened?" Remus glanced around, "Follow me. Not here." James and Sirius exchanged a glance and they followed him outside the Great Hall and down a corridor. Remus sighed, "She’s hurt. Andromeda took her to the hospital wing so I'm sure Madame Pompfrey will fix her up but Bellatrix Black jumped her in the lav." Sirius almost turned purple with anger, "That bitch!" "Is she alright?" James asked. Remus shrugged, "She awake but pretty cut up and she had a bruise on her face when I got there. Narcissa was with Bellatrix but I don't know if she was involved." "I bet she was." Sirius snarled. "She's just like her. She's got her nose shoved so far up Malfoy's arse that she..." "Andromeda broke it up." Remus cut him off. "She took her to the hospital wing and sent me to fetch Slughorn." "I'll kill 'em." Sirius seethed. "Sirius, mate, I know that you're angry but we've gotta be smart here." James reasoned with him. "She's my sister!" he exploded.

“Cousin.” James corrected.

“Well whatever,” Sirius said before deflating. “Vega never did anything wrong. She's a good girl."

James and Remus could clearly see how he was worried for her. "She's in good hands, mate." James assured him. "Madame Pompfrey is a wicked healer." "And I'm sure Slughorn will do something about Bellatrix and Narcissa." Remus reasoned. "Andromeda seemed determined of that." He had to admit that was quite admirable. Even when she knew there was definite possibility of points being deducted from her own house....still it seemed as if Andromeda's good judgment would way out. "Not good enough." Sirius growled. "Well then." James smiled. "I guess we'll just have to prank them." Sirius grinned slightly in spite of himself, "Well do it for V." "Somehow I don't think she'd approve of you causing mayhem in her name." Remus smirked before adding, "But I'm in."

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Chapter Three

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Hello my lovelies! Here is another rewrite of a previous work of mine that I had on Mibba! I did a bit of reworking on the character, her name and her backstory because I just felt like she deserved more! I would love to know what you think of little Vega!

So please comment, reblog with thoughts and/or smash the ask box! I do so love hearing from you my loves!

Love,

Kenny

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Love, Kenny

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yesyoumayserveme · 5 years ago

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FGO Male Seiyuus +Disney Songs

So Japan released a series of CDs a while back featuring a handful of popular male seiyuu singing covers of Disney songs (Disney Koe no Oujisama). A lot of these seiyuus voice Fate Grand Order Characters, so I’d thought it’d be nice to compile them so, you know, you can imagine said husbandos singing to you lol (or marvel at the difference in voice range)

Emiya/Siegfried (Junichi Suwabe) Compass of Your Heart (The theme song of Sindbad's Storybook Voyage at Tokyo DisneySea. One of my personal faves)

Gilgamesh (Tomokazu Seki) -Okay but note that he uses his HIGH register which makes it hilarious if you picture Gil singing in this range You’ll be in my Heart Go the Distance (The FSN Irony)

Diarmuid (Hikaru Midorikawa) Can you Feel the Love Tonight Love is a Song Romani (Suzumura Kenichi) A Whole New World Arthur/Merlin (Sakurai Takahiro) -actual Disney prince I swear When You Wish Upon a Star Lalalu

Robin (Kousuke Toriumi)- His voice is slightly higher here Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah (Mr.blue bird on my shoulderrrrr~) Yan Qing (Nobuhiko Okamoto) Good Company Lancelot (Ryoutarou Okiayu) Bella Notte (another one of my personal faves) -----DUETS------ Diarmuid + Arthur I See the Light (my crops are watered, pores cleared) Gilgamesh + Lancelot Beauty and the Beast (featuring Gil in his ‘beauty’ voice) Robin + Lancelot Swept Away (from Disney Sea's show ‘BraviSeAmo!’)

#hats off to Tomokazu Seki for his range #fgo #fate series #fate grand order #disney koe no oujisama

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callwrites · 4 years ago

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BENEATH THE WILLOW TREE: Chapter I

This is, at some level, a love story. But before Andromeda’s name was burned from the tapestry of her family tree, before she took Ted’s name and Ted’s ring, she was Andromeda Black; a girl caught between worlds. This is the story of how that came to be.

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Narcissa’s hand gripped Andromeda’s arm so tight she was sure it would leave a mark. On her other side, Bellatrix’s elbow dug into her ribs and she could vaguely hear Valerian growling lowly in distaste. But the discomfort only lasted a couple seconds before the pressure was replaced with the stifling heat of the platform.

“Merlin, I despise apparition,” gasped Narcissa, stepping away from Andromeda and the cat whose voice was slowly rising into a yowl.

“It isn’t so unpleasant when done by a wizard,” said Bellatrix stiffly, also instinctively stepping away from her sister and her distressed pet. Bellatrix’s own dark gray owl, Wenlock, eyed them all judgmentally; displeased but without a feather out of place. “Thank you, Winny,” she added as an afterthought.

“Yes, thank you, Winny,” agreed Andromeda, offering a small smile to the little house elf who had been holding Bellatrix’s other hand.

Winny lit up at the praise, which did little to improve her features. The ancient house elf was more wrinkle than elf at this point, bent in on herself and leaning on an old chair leg that had been fashioned into a cane.

“Of course, mistresses,” squeaked the elf. “Winny hopes you have a wonderful year at school.”

“Narcissa, thank Winny.” Andromeda frowned at their youngest sister, but Narcissa was already tugging at the robe of her sleeve.

“Oh, please, Meda, can I please come to the prefects compartment?” She begged for possibly the millionth time that day. “I’ll be completely quiet, I won’t say a word.”

With a crack, Winny disapparated back to the estate; causing a fourth year nearby to almost jump out of their skin.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” said Andromeda with an unlady-like snort. “And Bellatrix already told you no. I know you just want to get a peep at Lucius.”

At this, Narcissa flushed bright red. “I-”

“And if Lucius ever took a real look at you, I’d skin him,” threatened Andromeda.

“She could do worse.” Bellatrix pointed out, fingering the lock on Wenlock’s cage.

“When she’s a third year, I’m not sure she could,” said Andromeda with the sigh of someone who had said this many, many times.

“I’m turning 14 in two months,” complained Narcissa.

“And if you like your boyfriend with his skin attached you won’t try flirting with him,” Andromeda replied in a sing-song voice. “Then I’d be out of a prefect partner.”

Narcissa scowled, but had to stifle her smile when Andromeda pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Now go, I can see Alecto and Amycus trying to wave you down. Poor Amycus’s heart would break clean in two if he knew who you really pined for.”

If possible, Narcissa flushed a deeper red. But a few train cars down, Alecto was waving for her friend and Narcissa reluctantly scampered off to join them.

“You’re too hard on her,” drawled Bellatrix. “You know Mum’s been encouraging her little crush all summer.”

“She’s too young, Bella,” sighed Andromeda. “Let her have silly crushes on boys her own age before you try to marry her off.”

The sisters made their way onto the train, Bellatrix waving her wand so their trunks and carriers lifted themselves up the steps and floated in front of them. “You know Mum will be depending on you to make sure she keeps the right company next year,” reminded Bellatrix for the thousandth time. “She won’t be happy to hear you chasing off appropriate suitors.”

“I know, Bella,” said Andromeda patiently. “But it isn’t like I chased her into a compartment of Gryffindors to talk about muggle studies. She’s with the Carrows.”

Bellatrix reached the prefect’s compartment first, which already contained several familiar faces. Narcissa’s beau in question sat by the window, conversing quietly with Evan Rosier, the 6th year prefect. Opposite, two Hufflepuff prefects and a Ravenclaw were talking in low voices. The Ravenclaw in particular cast a cold and appraising glance over at Bellatrix and Andromeda. She snorted, seeming to not like what she saw, and turned back to the Hufflepuff boy.

But standing in the center of the compartment was someone very familiar to them indeed, checking something off a sheet of parchment with an eagle feather quill.

“Rodolphus,” nodded Bellatrix.

“Bella,” he nodded back, then smiled slightly. “Andie.”

“Rod.” She smiled. “Settling into autocracy already?”

“It’s a natural gift,” said Rodolphus sagely, then glanced at Bellatrix who looked impatient. “After you two we’re just missing the Gryffindors and a couple of the Ravenclaws. We should be able to get started soon.”

Bellatrix sighed, waving their suitcases up over the seats. “Leave it to the Gryffindors.”

Andromeda took hold of Wenlock’s cage and Valerian’s carrier. She carefully stowed Wenlock off to the side of the compartment with some of the other owls, but kept Valerian at her feet. The cat had finally settled down after the traumatic apparition, but Valerian always was a nervous traveler.

While they waited, Rodolphus sat down beside her and nudged her side. She smiled at him and received one in return, causing the shadows under his eyes to soften. He was far more handsome when he smiled, though in fairness he never looked bad. His dark hair somehow always looked soft and perfectly smooth. His features had grown more defined over the summer, she realized; his jaw sharper, his cheekbones more pronounced. Normally she never noticed the minute changes that happened over time. She saw him too often. But this summer, she’d only had a couple weeks with him at their family estates in France. He’d even lost the last of the tan he had gained from their walks on the coast. But his eyes were the same: hazel and kind whenever they settled on her.

Across the compartment, Bellatrix raised an eyebrow at her and mouthed the words ‘too young’.

Andromeda rolled her eyes. This was different. Narcissa was only thirteen and Andromeda hardly believed she was in love with Rodolphus. He was her friend, her person. He had been so since they were children when she would follow him through their families’ formal parties, clutching at the back of his robes. Sure, they both knew where it was going; precisely where their parents had encouraged it to go practically since birth. But Andromeda counted herself lucky.

Her future was known, secure with a man who knew her well and treated her kindly. She shuddered to imagine being in Bellatrix’s shoes, knowing her distaste for the ‘afternoon teas’ she had been forced to sit through all summer as parade after parade of mothers and their sons visited the manor.

The last two prefects arrived, rowdy Gryffindors who were playfully shoving each other as they walked in. They settled with only a hard stare from Bellatrix, a skill which Andromeda had always envied.

Rodolphus cleared his throat. “Good morning, prefects. Welcome back. I am Rodolphus Lestrange, I’ll be your Head Boy for this year.”

“Bellatrix Black,” Bellatrix put in, glancing around dismissively at the gathered prefects. “Head Girl.”

Rodolphus launched into a basic explanation of prefect duties and Andromeda allowed her mind to wander as Bellatrix took over the explanation on patrols and how they would get their schedules. She knew the duties well enough, both in following Bellatrix around on enough patrols and from her mother’s instructions. Prefect wasn’t an extracurricular option for the Black girls. If there was a measurement of excellence, they would achieve it.

Outside the train window, they had finally left the urban setting of London behind. Her thoughts were already flying ahead to Hogwarts, causing butterflies to erupt in her stomach. Perhaps butterflies was not the right word. These felt much heavier and nauseating than butterflies; slugs perhaps. Fifth year was the start of O.W.L.s. Another measurement where nothing less than perfection would be tolerated. The thought alone had Andromeda wringing her hands in her lap.

Bellatrix was wrapping up her explanation of patrol schedules and Rodolphus tapped twice on her knee. She tapped back. It had been their ritual since they were children, not allowed to speak out of turn. Tapping first was a question. Tapping twice back meant ‘I’m okay’.

But apparently Rodolphus was also making sure she was listening, because he didn’t then wrap up the meeting to let them patrol the train or return to their compartments.

“Dumbledore asked me to address a couple things,” said Rodolphus, clearing his throat. “After the events of this summer, he wants everyone to feel assured we are taking student safety seriously.”

“Oh, I bet you care about every student’s safety, Lestrange.” The surly Ravenclaw from earlier snorted.

“Something to add, Meadowes?” Rodolphus asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Nothing at all,” she said and crossed her arms.

“For that reason, there will be a few changes this year.” Rodolphus went on as if he hadn’t been interrupted. “Patrols will be done in pairs, no exceptions. If you need to reschedule, you will have to trade patrol partners with someone. If you have a conflict, you’ll need to let Bellatrix or I know a week in advance.”

“That’s unreasonable!” Cried a Gryffindor. “We have quidditch practice and assignments!”

“You’re a prefect,” Rodolphus said coldly. “At this point, you are expected to know how to balance your responsibilities.”

“Prefects will also be required to patrol during Hogsmeade.” added Bellatrix, seeming displeased with the safety measures. “We’ll sort out a schedule once we are notified of this year’s Hogsmeade weekends. There will also be a curfew of 9pm. Students will need to check in with a prefect when they return to the common room at night to ensure everyone is accounted for.”

“Professors are able to give permission slips for studying or detentions,” said Rodolphus. “But they will need to be given a day in advance. 7th year prefects will be given a list of their house after the sorting and will be in charge of their students this evening, but we will be sending out a schedule sometime tomorrow.”

“Isn’t this a lot to ask of prefects?” Abigail Clearwater, the 6th year Slytherin prefect, asked with uncertainty.

“I'm certainly glad.” A Hufflepuff girl said nervously. “One of the girls in my dorm was at Diagon during the attack this summer.”

The Hufflepuff next to her patted her hand comfortingly, but Bellatrix went on as if she hadn’t spoken.

“If anyone doesn’t feel up to the task,” she frowned, “they may turn in their badge with either Lestrange or myself. It hardly seems to me like the Headmaster has picked the best this year,” said her sister derisively, finally looking at the two Hufflepuffs. Andromeda was pretty sure they were both muggleborns and the girl flinched under Bellatrix’s cold stare.

“That will be all then,” Rodolphus finished with a clap of his hands. “Collect your schedules and you are free to go. It will include your patrols for the train ride.”

Bellatrix had the schedules for the girls, so Andromeda held back while the other prefects flocked around the head boy and girl. When all the others had collected theirs and departed, only Bellatrix, Rodolphus, Andromeda, and Lucius were left in the compartment.

Bellatrix tossed the last schedule at Andromeda and collapsed onto the seat opposite her.

“I still can’t believe we have to go so far out our way for the safety of a bunch of mudbloods and blood traitors,” Lucius Malfoy grumbled.

“It wasn’t only muggleborns at Diagon Alley this summer,” Andromeda pointed out. “Azalia Greengrass was in St. Mungo’s for three days after the attack.”

“But Hogwarts is not Diagon Alley,” argued Lucius, lip curling. “And certainly no one is going to be attacking one of us here.”

��Merlin only knows with Dumbledore,” sighed Bellatrix. “He allowed three mudbloods to become prefect this year.”

“It will be good for us to maintain appearances,” Rodolphus frowned. “Discretion will be wise given recent events.”

The other three exchanged a look and, not for the first time, Andromeda felt like she was out of place among them. They had always spent so much time together, both before and at Hogwarts. During breaks they had practically been inseparable. But this past summer, she had hardly seen Lucius and Rodolphus. Even Bellatrix had rarely stayed at their summer estate for long. It had begun to feel like they were all part of a club to which she didn’t belong, which she knew wasn’t far from the truth.

“I’m going to go find Camelia and Alder,” she mumbled, taking hold of Valerian’s carrier and shuffling to her feet. “I’ll see you all at the feast.”

“Hold on a second, Andromeda,” called Rodolphus. “I’ll come with you, I have my patrol anyways.”

Her heart was still sinking somewhat, even as he got to his feet to follow her into the corridor. But she kept her expression even as he slid the door closed behind them and placed a hand on her back.

“Haven’t gotten to see you in weeks,” he said as they walked and it sounded apologetic. “I’m sorry for how chaotic things have been.”

“I understand,” Andromeda said with a small smile. “I know your father has you readying for the estate.”

He flushed slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. He often seemed uncomfortable whenever the subject of his duties came up and it only had seemed to grow worse in recent months. “Yes, well, I’d much rather have spent the summer with you . The rest of the summer was … uneventful?” He asked and it was Andromeda’s turn to flush.

“Yes,” she said, a little harsher then she intended. “I mean … I mostly just spent it on the estate,” she said more quietly. “I learned a few new pieces on the piano.”

“I didn’t mean … I just….” he broke off, flushing again. “Well, I’d love to hear them sometime.”

“Sounds like a date,” smiled Andromeda as she spotted Camelia and Alder in the compartment next to them, already drowning in sweets. She leaned up on her toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll see you at the feast?”

“It’s a date,” he repeated with a strained smile and let his hand fall away as she slipped into the compartment and closed the door behind her.

“Your beau let you go?” Camelia asked with a raised eyebrow as Andromeda let Valerian out in the much calmer compartment. The fluffy white cat purred as she stretched and nosed around for Alder’s familiar offered hand.

“He’s not my beau,” Andromeda said airily, but she was smiling. “And he didn’t ‘let’ me do anything. I was on my way and he walked with me.”

“I don’t know how you like him,” Alder shuddered. “He gives me the creeps.”

“How was your summer?” Andromeda asked, ignoring his comment. “Did you get my gifts?”

“Nearly had to face my little sisters in hand to hand combat for the last of the macarons,” joked Camelia. “But nothing exciting. Mum wanted me to start looking at internships, but I persuaded her that it wouldn’t make sense until I had my O.W.L.s.”

“It’s been miserable since I wrote,” Alder said glumly. “You remember my cousin Molly?” The two girls nodded, remembering the red-haired girl who had graduated last year. The two never spoke, hardly acknowledging each other. “She eloped with that Weasley bloke and Mum has been wailing ever since. I mean it was hardly any secret that that side of the family were blood traitors, so I don’t know why she is making such a big deal of it now. You’d think Molly’d broken off an engagement to Salazar Slytherin and eloped with a muggle the way she’s carrying on.”

“I can’t imagine what Aunt Walburga would do if I’d done the same,” Andromeda joked weakly and both of her friends winced.

Valerian was pawing at the seat beside her, so Andromeda swept aside Bertie Bott’s containers and pumpkin pasty wrappers to make room for the cat. Feeling Andromeda pat the empty space, she dutifully hopped up, circled a few times, and then curled up purring.

Andromeda remembered Molly from the few encounters they’d had. She hadn’t seemed too bad, if a bit strange - especially her interest in that odd Arthur Weasley fellow. But Bellatrix had hated her and frequently returned from prefect meetings raging that Dumbledore had allowed two of the biggest blood traitors at Hogwarts to be prefect. While Andromeda understood to keep her distance, she had never quite grasped what had been so particularly offensive to her sister.

But Andromeda’s words left a moment of discomfort in the compartment. Both friends understood that any pressures from their families had nothing on what it meant to be a Black. Druella had been displeased with even Andromeda’s choice of friends - despite them both being Sacred Twenty-Eight. But they were Ravenclaws and not of the same ‘class’ as the Blacks, Lestranges, and Malfoys. Andromeda was sure it was only Bellatrix’s assurances of Andromeda’s otherwise spotless behavior that kept her parents from cutting off the friendships.

“Ah, well, why would you elope when you’re likely to get drowned in galleons for your wedding,” Camelia teased, perhaps a little too late to feel totally natural. “Is it a Lestrange honeymoon tradition to shower your new spouse in jewels, or do you think that will just be because you're you?”

“Shut up,” Andromeda said with a roll of her eyes, but she was smiling.

They settled into a more relaxed conversation about how they had spent the couple weeks since their last letters, before focusing on the sweets that still had yet to be tackled. Andromeda’s turn for prefect rounds finally came in the last hour of the train ride, so she left Valerian in the care of her friends - who were crinkling up wrappers and tossing them for the blind cat to hear and give chase.

The train corridor was darker now, the yellow lights flickering as the shadowy silhouettes of the Scottish mountainside flashed past. Dusk had settled too much for Andromeda to make out details as she walked farther down the train. She periodically glanced into compartments, occasionally waving to familiar faces, and once breaking up a fight between two second years with a threat of telling McGonagall once they arrived. After so many hours on the train, most had settled, already changed into their robes, and were unlikely to wander far. Her patrol was uneventful, therefore, and her evening quiet.

She made it to the back of the train, alerted two seventh years that the loo was not the most subtle of places to snog, and began the process of wandering back towards the front. She’d have to make a write up of her patrol, but both the second years and the seventh years had cleared out and calmed down without any trouble. She didn’t feel the need to report them to lose house points when they hadn’t even arrived yet. A first year nervously tugged at her robes and asked where they would need to go when they arrived, but once she had sent them back to their compartment with answers and a chocolate frog, nothing much else occurred.

Most of her hour patrolling was up when she finally reached the front of the train. She was considering making for the trolley and fetching a glass of pumpkin juice when she realized the door to the prefect compartment was slightly ajar and familiar, frustrated voices were drifting out.

“-know Cissy and Meda aren’t fighters,” Bellatrix snapped. “It is okay, since it is clear they’re both going to make good matches, but you know it is even more important that he does not doubt her loyalty.”

“I understand that!” Rodolphus answered sharply. “He has no reason to. Unless you’re suggesting something?”

“Don’t start that with me!” She hissed and Andromeda pressed herself against the wall between the prefect compartment and the end of the train car. It sounded like they were the only two left in there. “Andromeda has always kept herself in line. But that doesn’t explain why he expressed his concern for my sister’s loyalties. He certainly didn’t mean Narcissa. She’s a child.”

Andromeda’s heartrate picked up. She had a good idea of who Bellatrix and Rodolphus were talking about. Their father had sung his praises enough times over the dinner table. Until this summer, Andromeda hadn’t even truly thought he was real. She had thought him just a rumor that people like Cygnus and Druella Black wanted to believe in. But then her sister and Rodolphus turned 17 that summer. Pollux Rodolphus had brought them both to a ‘meeting’ and that was when things had really begun to change.

Summers before had always been spent with each other, their summer estates close enough that their families were always together. If it wasn’t all of them, it was Rodolphus and Andromeda. But that summer they both disappeared for weeks at a time. Rod would return looking exhausted, Bella almost manic . But why would he be saying anything to Bella about her ? Unless Rod had told him … but he wouldn’t. He promised.

“There’s nothing he would have to be concerned about,” Rodolphus said firmly, but Andromeda didn’t think it sounded convincing. “And you know our families are just waiting until I’ve graduated to make the formal announcement. Once we’re married, he’ll welcome her.” He said this with more confidence.

At these words, Andromeda shivered. She was not sure she wanted to be welcomed by him, regardless of how her father seemed to like his ideas. The reverent way her relatives spoke of him, like he was some kind of deity frightened Andromeda. She was perfectly content keeping her distance. Even Bellatrix’s involvement seemed too close.

“You had better convince him,” Bellatrix threatened, but she too sounded afraid. “I am not losing my sister, Rodolphus.”

“You won’t,” he promised fervently. “I’ll take care of her, I always have.”

Andromeda softened slightly. Then someone cleared their throat on the other side of the prefect cart door - causing Andromeda to jump and something to knock over within the prefect cart.

The sour-looking Ravenclaw prefect, the one Rodolphus called Meadowes, stood watching her from where she had emerged from the front of the train. She raised an eyebrow as she took a slow lick on the blood-red lollipop in her hand. Andromeda froze where she stood, having clearly been eavesdropping.

Meadowes was a small thing - almost a foot shorter than Andromeda, who wasn’t that tall to begin with. But the tight coils of her hair added several inches and her attitude made Andromeda feel strangely small; irritating her somewhat. She raised her chin defiantly, waiting for Meadowes to oust her. They stared off for a moment, until the Ravenclaw girl snorted and banged open the sliding doors to thrust a fairly crumpled report into Rodolphus’s hands.

“Here you are, Head Boy,” she drawled as Andromeda walked in casually behind her. “Caught that rat brother of yours trying to turn a first year’s scarf into a snake. Have fun with that one.”

She turned on her heel and bumped into Andromeda, taking on a look of theatrical surprise that only Andromeda could see. “Oh, didn’t see you there,” smirked Meadowes as walked past.

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ctrlfxte · 4 years ago

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Happy 28th Birthday, dearest Theodora !

I love you lots & I hope you have a magical day ! But incase you don’t, maybe this very requested drabble will help make the day special. ♡

@arsenic-and-lace

Expecting: Our characters find out they are expecting a child together Rodella

How did we get here?

It was hard to imagine a life without Bella. Despite not meeting and falling in love in the tradition sense, his feelings, his love for the woman was always genuine. It wasn’t until the day he had met Bellatrix that he had even imagined a future. One that possessed more love and happiness rather than the morbidable of war. He was an heir but he was a better soldier than he was a son, and he was fine with that. Took not only comfort but pride in being strong, clever and cruel. Reliable to the cause and a force to be reckoned with. Marriage, for him, had always been a contingency plan. Never something he desired but something that was expected from the Lestrange heir.

But then Bellatrix waltzed into his life and changed everything.

From what he knew and wanted and to the now, never expecting their relationship to ever be so strong. He didn’t think he could ever have a relationship that wasn’t like his parents. His parents, who were paired by the forces of their own parents and stuck with each other for the rest of their days. A loveless marriage. A painful marriage as he watched his mum cry too many times throughout his childhood. There were days when she couldn’t even get out of bed -- a kind of loveless marriage that drained whatever soul she had, leaving just skin and bones. The light that once shined in his late mother dimmed the moment Rabastan was born.

Rodolphus never wanted to become like him. He could still hear the shouting from the master bedroom. The wailing of his pleading mother echoing throughout the manor. This was not the kind of man Rod wanted to be. And he promised himself to never become the type of husband that Bella would fear of.

For the entirety of their years as a married couple, he had kept his promise, loving Bella the way he wished his father loved his mother. He had no frame of reference when it came to love but only what he didn’t want love to be. The abuse, physical and emotional, were not factored into their marriage. Nor was infidelity. Instead he showered his wife with a life that he thought they wanted. A house and all the material things Bella could ever think of and want -- all for her. And when the material things weren’t enough, he did his best to fill her world with their own twisted version of love and affection.

He learned that love meant giving. A non-stop cycle of giving and giving until there was nothing left for you to give. The act of love had to always be selfless and without grudges or regrets. Without feeling forced to give that kind of love and never once did he feel forced to love Bellatrix. Everything felt right. Even when they had disagreements, he never once thought of leaving or letting their differences rot their unity. He gave and gave and even now, as he stared back at her with a quizatory expression, he knew he was about to give again.

A baby.

Rodolphus didn’t know what to think. Despite his own volition, he knew eventually the topic of an heir and putting the topic into motion was bound to happen. He just thought he would have had more time. More time to process and adjust. More time to know what kind of father he wanted to be. If he could even be someone different from his own father because he’d rather burn in eternal flames than to ever touch his children with such cruelty.

Dark eyes met his wife, who was once joyous about her news and now seeming fearing for his response. And he hated that -- Merlin, did he wish he could have given her a better first instinct response instead of wanting to die in a hole at the thought of fathering a child. They were not fit to be parents by any means but fate had something different in mind for them. It took him a moment to gather himself but Rodolphus reached for his wife’s hands, holding them in his as he looked back at her. At least, he hoped, the baby would carry her attractive features.

“A baby,” he started, voice low but soft as a smile formed. In that moment he realized that with Bella he could do anything. Even being a better father than his own ever was. After pressing a soft kiss on her lips, a playful smirk appeared on his face. “The world is doomed now, Hells Bells.”

#fa:memes #fa:drabbles #fa:rodolphus x bellatrix #<3

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loki-is-my-god-of-mischief · 5 years ago

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Miss Popular (Marauder Era x Female!Reader)

A/N: So this is the prologue to my series Miss Popular. The next chapters will be the choice endings.

Endings; Bellatrix Lucius ???: Not Complete ???: Not Complete ???: Not Complete ???: Not Complete ???: Not Complete ???: Not Complete ???: Not Complete ???: Not Complete Special Chapters Tom Riddle Fred & George Salazar Slytherin The '???' will only change when the chapter is complete, to possibly hold suspense

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Hogwarts. A name all magical folk are familiar with. But every generation of magical children that walk through those doors always leave with a different story. This story is set in the year 1975. During this time there was an individual, the most popular person to ever cross through those doors in a long time. This student was a Slytherin, which makes the amount of popularity quite surprising, but she was very charming and quite sweet. Though you wouldn't want to get on her bad side, she is quite fierce when needed to be. This student is (Y/N) (Y/Last Name). This student is you.

________________________________________________________________ Slytherin Dorm (Y/N) woke up before her roommates as always and decided to take a quick shower before her best friend woke up. She entered the bathroom with a towel and spare clothes. After her shower she tried to find the clothes she put on a chair next to her shower but they weren't there. She looked around the room until she felt breath hit the back of her neck. She froze. Her wand was with her clothes so that won't help. Looking up at the mirror to catch a glimpse at who was behind her, she saw wild, curly black hair. "Bella! You scared the life out of me!" (Y/N) screamed as she spun and saw her best friend Bellatrix Black holding her clothes and wand trying so hard not to laugh. Failing miserably I might add. "Give me back my clothes!" "You should have seen your face, priceless." "Only you would get off scaring me. Clothes. Now!" Bellatrix threw the clothes at (Y/N) before proceeding to take her own shower, cackling all the while. "Wasn't that funny" (Y/N) mumbled with a small smile gracing her features. As she heads back into the room she realises her and Bellatrix aren't the only ones awake. "Hey Lucinda" "Oh hey (Y/N). You thought about my proposition?" "I have and the answer is still the same. I can't rejoin the quidditch team this year, I have to focus on my studies. My parents hate the fact I joined quidditch in my second year so I made a deal, this year full study then I can rejoin next year." "That's a shame, your our best seeker. Definitely give that Potter a run for his money." She says with a wink. "Haha, yeah. Sorry though Luce." "Nah, it's fine. You'll have a spot next year though." Lucinda Talkalot says as she heads to the door. "Thanks Luce and good luck in the match tomorrow. I will be in the stands cheering." I say as she leaves the room. "I'll be in the stands cheering" I hear a sickly sweet voice say mockingly behind me. "Ugh, could you be any further up her arse." Bellatrix cackles as I turn round. "Shut up! I've got to make sure I keep my seeker position for next year!" "Yeah I know. Come on, lets go down and meet Cissa before we head to class." Bellatrix says as she heads to the door leading down to the common room (Y/N) following close behind.

________________________________________________________________ Slytherin Common Room As Bellatrix and (Y/N) entered the common room, they spotted Narcissa Black already waiting for them on one of the couches. "About time you two showed up. I've been waiting for about an hour." Narcissa complained the moment they reached her. "Not my fault, Bella stole my clothes." (Y/N) explained. "The opportunity was too perfect to pass up." Bellatrix stated, shrugging nonchalantly. "Oh Merlin, he's doing it again." Narcissa stated whilst looking over (Y/N) shoulder. "Whose doing what?" (Y/N) says as she turns around. What she sees is Lucius Malfoy staring right at her before looking away when he realised he had been caught. "He's staring at you again (Y/N), jeez what a stalker!" Bellatrix stated irritably. "It's nothing serious, come on. Let's get to class before we are late. We have DADA and I don't want to get detention with Filch again." (Y/N) stated whilst glaring at Bellatrix. "What? I said sorry!" but Bellatrix went ignored as Narcissa and (Y/N) left, leaving her to run after them.

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DADA Classroom Fortunately, the three witches managed to make it to lesson on time. The only problem was, they noticed names paired up on the board and knew that they had assigned partners. Bellatrix and Narcissa were lucky enough to be paired together but (Y/N) wasn't as lucky. (Y/N) was paired with Lucius Malfoy. Don't get the wrong idea, (Y/N) was actually friends with Lucius but the staring was becoming teasing material for the Blacks. (Y/N) made her way over to her original seat whilst waiting for Lucius to join her. She didn't have to wait long as he arrived moments later. "Hello Lucius." "Hello (Y/N)" Lucius replied with a small smile. They couldn't say more as at that moment, the teacher walked in. "Anyone who walks into my class from this moment on will have detention with Mr. Filch. As for the rest of you, if you are not with your assigned partners then I suggest you do so now. I have no time for dawdlers and slackers in my class. Now, we will be continuing on from our last lesson of the Patronus Charm but this time the practical instead of the theory. You will work in your pairs to-" The professor was interrupted by Sirius Black and James Potter bursting into the class looking quite out of breathe. "Ah, Mr. Black and Mr. Potter, so nice of you to join us. Class started five minutes ago, I don't care for your excuses please just take your seats." James and Sirius looked at each other and took their seats as they were each others designated partner. They looked quite relieved when they were seated. "Oh and Potter, Black?" They looking at their teacher expectantly. "Detention with Mr. Filch after classes." He said simply, wiping the relieved look of their faces. (Y/N) winced on their behalf of the detention. "Now as I was saying. You will work in your pairs to help each other learn how to cast the Patronus Charm. Do not be worried if you do not succeed in a fully corporeal version on your first try as that is to be expected. I will personally award 100 house points if someone does it first time. Now, start practising." At once the students turn to their partners ready to try to get those 100 house points. "So basically you have to think of your happiest memory, right?" (Y/N) asks Lucius. "That is correct." He replied. "Well it can't be that hard...I've got one. Let me try." (Y/N) raises her wand, brings her happiest memory to the forefront of her mind. "Expecto Patronum." A (F/Animal) bursts from the tip of her wand, though not lasting long as the shock of the animals appearance causes her to forget the memory. "My word. Well I didn't expect that, 100 points to Slytherin Miss (L/N), well done." Came the voice of her teacher behind her before he moves on. "That was very impressive." Lucius tells her sounding astounded. "What did you think of, if you don't mind me asking?" "Not at all, I thought of the first time I made my parents proud. I had never seen them so happy and in turn, that made me happy." "I suppose I should try next." Lucius thought long and hard about which memory he would use before finally deciding. "Expecto Patronum" A Python lunged from the wand and hissed at a couple of students before it too disappeared. "Another 100 points to Slytherin, well done Mr. Malfoy. Yes, quite impressive." "Wow. For some reason I was expecting a ferret." (Y/N) stared at the spot where the python had previously been. "Why?" Lucius replied incredulous. "Not sure. What were you thinking of. Only fair that I asked since you asked me." "Ah yes, I was thinking of-" Lucius was cut off by the bell. "Tell me next time yeah?" (Y/N) says kindly before joining Bellatrix and Narcissa again for their next class. "I was thinking of the first time we spoke." Lucius says to no one.

________________________________________________________________ Potions Classroom Horace Slughorn was not (Y/N)'s favourite professor. In fact, she hated him and found him both annoying and distracting. He keeps trying to 'collect' her because she was the heir to the most powerful and famous pureblood family...Who was good at potions. Thus being the reason he steers clear of Sirius and James. During this lesson (Y/N) had been paired up with Severus Snape, a relief to be with someone who knows what they are doing for once. "If he comes up to us to ask how the potion is going one more time, I might end up cursing him." Snape murmurs to (Y/N). "Only if I don't curse him first." (Y/N) shares an amused smirk with Severus. "Honestly, who collects people. It's weird and creepy." "I'm glad he hasn't come after me yet." "That won't last long, I heard he has started to notice how good at potions you are." She replies empathetically. "Great and I thought Potter coming after me was bad enough." "He still coming after you?" (Y/N) tone changed from amused to concern at that. She cares for Severus and doesn't like it when her friends go after her other friends. "Nothing I can't handle (Y/N). Pass me the jar of Billywig Stings." The rest of the lesson continued uneventfully, if you don't count the fact that (Y/N) and Severus did indeed hit Professor Slughorn with mild curses when he asked about their potion again, nothing too harmful. (Y/N) meets up with Narcissa and Bellatrix at the end of the class to tell them she is heading toward the library for her free period.

________________________________________________________________ Library Corridor On the way to the library, (Y/N) bumps into the Marauders as they turn a corner. The boys immediately start apologising when they notice who was on the floor. Remus Lupin offers a hand to help her up. "Thanks. Where are you guys heading to in such a hurry?" "Nowhere!" Sirius says a little too quickly. "Ahuh....And you just expect me to believe that..." When the boys just stand there looking slightly guilty she realises that yes, they did expect her to just believe it. "Well I'm not stupid, so I'll ask again. Where are you going and can I join?" At this the boys snap their heads to look at her and Sirius starts smirking. "See, told you we could trust her. She may be a snake, but she is also a prankster." "You were the one that refused to tell me." (Y/N) reminds with a smirk. James looks at me with a slight frown. "I don't know guys, she won't like it." James murmurs to the others, (Y/N) only just catching it and her smirk morphs into a frown. "If this has anything to do with Severus, you can forget it!" "I told you she wouldn't like it." "Snivellus deserves everything he gets!" Sirius shouts at her. "Why? Because he's a Slytherin? Well so am I, am I your next target?" "You know we would never harm you (Y/N)" Remus interjects. "So you admit your pranks are harmful." She says sounding smug. "..." the boys keep quiet because they couldn't argue with that. "Fine, we won't prank Snivellus. But in return you have to help us pull of the biggest prank Hogwarts has ever seen." James bargains with me. (Y/N) takes a while to think about it...Yeah she could get detention or suspended if caught but Severus wouldn't be harmed. A snake always protects their own. "Fine. But not today, I've got to study." The boys look disappointed but understand they won't be able to persuade her otherwise. "Fine, see you tomorrow." They say their goodbyes and head on there way. (Y/N) wishes the unsuspecting person they go after, luck.

________________________________________________________________ Library As soon as (Y/N) enters the library, she spots a familiar red head. "Hey, Lily." Said red head looks up from the book she was reading. "Oh, hey (Y/N). Care to join me?" (Y/N) smiles at the offer and takes the seat opposite her after grabbing the book she needs to study. (Y/N) looked closer at the book Lily was studying. "Monster book of Monsters? We haven't needed that since third year, why are you reading that now and on-" (Y/N) peered at the page Lily was reading. "-Werewolves?" "Shh!" Lily covered (Y/N)'s mouth with her hands thus causing her to glare at Lily for the first time in years. Lily removed her hands after deeming it safe and not because she didn't like the glare, nope not that. "Sorry. But you were speaking too loud." "So whats so fascinating that you have decided to study werewolves?" Lily looks uncomfortable for a minute but then decides to talk anyway. "If I tell you, you have to promise not to do anything...you know...Slytherin." "That entire sentence was insulting." (Y/N) deadpanned. "Sorry, I just meant don't do anything rash." "That is also insulting, I'm not a Gryffindor. However, I will promise to hear what you have to say before deciding the next course of action. Placated?" "Yes...ok. Well....IthinkRemusisawerewolf." "...What? I didn't catch that at all." (Y/N) stated with slight amusement. "Try again...slowly." "I think Remus is a werewolf." (Y/N) stares blankly at Lily for a while before finally settling on "Is that all?" "Is that-? What do you mean is that all." She whisper-shouts angrily. "I mean I already knew that, and James knew, and Sirius. Hell, even Peter knew." "Why wasn't I told then!" "If it makes you feel better, we weren't told either. We guessed. And he didn't tell you for the same reason he didn't tell us. Fear. Of our reaction and thus our future treatment of him." (Y/N) stated calmly, hoping to save the boys from the red head's infamous wrath. "Oh. But he shouldn't fear that, we wouldn't treat him any different." "I don't think I'm the one you should be saying that to." (Y/N) said trying to steer her in the right direction. "Right. I've got to go find Remus. Thanks (Y/N)." Lily gathers her stuff in her bag then starts toward the exit, before she reaches it though she pauses and turns to her friend. "(Y/N)?" "Yes?" "Why do you talk to me? I mean your a pureblood Slytherin and I'm a muggleborn Gryffindor." (Y/N) takes a moment to think carefully about her answer but when she does it is with so much determination and sincerity. "Because your special Lily."

________________________________________________________________ Library Corridor As (Y/N) left the library she could hear voices round the corner at the end of the corridor. The voices seem to be getting louder and louder. As she neared the corner the voices suddenly became clearer. "I don't even get why the hat put you in Gryffindor, you're the wimpiest person I have ever had the displeasure of meeting." "You're also bad at everything you try, you've blown up so many cauldrons this year I have lost count." "And so much for Gryffindor loyalty, you're so wimpy that even your precious house mates aren't here to defend you. Aww boo hoo, is Longbottom going to cry. Hahaha." (Y/N) had finally heard enough, she stepped round the corner and was greeted by three Ravenclaws crowding a Gryffindor into the wall. "Enough!" (Y/N) shouted catching the students attention. "I have never heard such arrogant, disdainful drivel from a Ravenclaw in all my life. I know understand why I was put in Slytherin instead of Ravenclaw as it seems they share a trait of becoming jealous of anyone who has the capability to be smarter than you, a trait I do not have. You should leave before the whole school learns that Ravenclaw is jealous of Mr. Longbottom for being better at Herbology than them." Throughout the whole speech, the Ravenclaws were becoming more and more angry and Longbottom was becoming more awed. The Ravenclaws, knowing that trying to attack a Slytherin through word or spells and winning was futile, left looking thoroughly shamed. (Y/N) turned towards the boy to see that he was staring right at her. "Um...Thanks. But I'm not sure whether to be glad or scared that a Slytherin defended me." The boy says with a nervous laugh. "Do not worry. I have no intention of making this situation worse for you." This received a calmer smile from the boy. The boy turned towards her and held out his hand. "Frank." (Y/N) took the hand and gave it a firm shake. "(Y/N)." "Oh so you're the 'hot' Slytherin I've been hearing about from Sirius." As if just realising what he said, Frank turned a bright shade of red. "Not that that's what we call you now. I mean it's not that I don't think your hot... I mean, I'm not trying to come on to you or anything, It's just...And now you're laughing at me." It was true, half way through Frank's stuttering, (Y/N) had indeed started to giggle. "Sorry, It's just, you're so shy that it's cute." "I'm not cute!" Frank shouted, appalled at the very idea of losing his pride as a man. "It's not a bad thing, I meant no shame to your pride. Where are you heading to now Frank?" "Um...what?" Frank looked completely lost at the sudden topic change. "Class Frank. Where are you heading?" "Oh, haha. Potions, you?" "Herbology, I suppose this is where we part then. It was a pleasure meeting you Frank." (Y/N) says as she heads outside towards the greenhouses. "Uh, you too (Y/N)."

________________________________________________________________ Outside Grounds (Y/N) hated the transition between winter and spring. The snow had melted but the Ice was still about and now it was more dangerous. In her hurry toward the greenhouses though, she had forgotten this entirely and thus caught the edge of an ice patch and she braced for the hard impact of he ground. Only, It didn't come. Instead she felt the impact of a hard chest. "Are you alright (Y/N)?" a familiar voice asked. "Regulus?" (Y/N) opened her eyes and did indeed notice Regulus steadying her. "Who else saves you from that awful ice. We really need to stop meeting like this." "This isn't funny Reg, I swear the ice is someone's evil invention." (Y/N) said with such conviction that it caused Regulus to burst out laughing. It wasn't long until (Y/N) joined him. "Heading to Herbology Reg?" "Of course, mind if I accompany you? Can't have you falling on anymore ice now can we?" (Y/N) bumped his shoulder with her own. "Shut up." They continued on their way to the greenhouses but a cold breeze crossed their paths and (Y/N) started shivering. "Cold?" "Yeah, not everyone remembers their coat Reg!" She didn't mean to snap, she was just so cold. But...then again, she wasn't. Wait what? (Y/N) looked down to see that a coat had been draped over her shoulders. She looked over at Regulus and there he was, minus one coat. "Reg?" "You were cold." He said with a shrug as if that answered everything. (Y/N) was going to argue more but the coat was so warm so instead she kept quiet and snuggled further into the coat. As they reached the greenhouses, it was considerably warmer inside, (Y/N) gave the coat back. "Thanks Reg." then she kissed his cheek and entered the greenhouse.

________________________________________________________________ Slytherin Common Room Herbology wasn't (Y/N)'s favourite lesson so the detail are blurry at best. She met up with Narcissa and Bellatrix at the end of the lesson and together they headed back to the common room. They started on the assignments that were due the next day, or rather Narcissa and (Y/N) did whilst Bellatrix messed around and tried to distract them. Eventually they gave up and decided to talk about their day and what they were going to do for Hogsmeade weekend. (Y/N) soon realised the time and decided to head to bed. "It's getting late guys, I'm heading up. Bella?" "I'm going to stay and talk to Cissa for a bit, head up without me." "Sure. Night Cissa, night Bella." "Night!" They both shouted behind her.

________________________________________________________________ Slytherin Dorm As soon as (Y/N) entered she went about her nightly routine, which was a lot easier to do without Bellatrix around. She changed into pyjamas and headed to bed. However, once she reached her bed, she noticed something on her pillow. A note with her name on it and a (Fave/Flower). She picked up the (F/F) and inhaled the beautiful scent. She then picked up the note and opened it. The note said...

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