#harry and ginny's first meeting at the train station

[moiravim]

I Miss When We First Met: Chapter 11

YN Potter falls in love with Draco Malfoy. Along with that, her relationship with her brother, Harry begins to fall apart as she was sorted into Slytherin. Will Harry find out about the relationship between his enemy and his sister?

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-Year 2-

Arriving back at the train station for your second year made you feel nervous.

You and Neville weren't speaking, Harry's still mad at you, and whatever you and Draco have going on is just confusing.

So going back to a school with no friends wasn't exactly ideal for your 12 year old mind.

Walking into the brick post, you ended up being one of the first people in platform nine and three quarters.

Tapping your foot anxiously as you wait for the train to arrive. You look around as you see more people arriving to the train as well.

You look towards the brick post and sew Neville come out. You contemplate walking up to him, feeling like you should apologize.

You decide to set your bag down near a bench and walk up to him, As you look back towards where he was,he's gone.

You stand up straight and look around trying to spot him and see him coming up to you.

You smile slightly as he reaches you. "Hi..." you say awkwardly. "Hey yn... how was your summer?" Neville questions shyly.

"It was... alright. How was your summer?" You ask

"My summer was good, a lot of free time, to, know? I did think about what happened before I left, and I wanted to apologize, I shouldn't have gotten so mad when you told me you had a crush on Draco, and I'm sorry." Neville says as he looks down as his feet.

You put your hand on his shoulder before saying, "It'd ok Neville, don't feel bad, alright?"

As Neville looks up,you pull him into a hug, his head falling on your shoulder.

As you pull apart, you hear the train arriving. You pick your bag back up, looking towards Neville; "Do you wanna sit with me?" You question wiring a hopeful smile.

"Yes, of course. I've missed you so it'll be good for us to catch up!" He exclaims before you both walk towards the train.

Walking down the aisle of the train gave you a sense of deja vu. Remembering when you first met Draco, shaking your head to rid your mind of him.

You and Neville find a compartment with no one else in it and set your stuff down. As you're about to sit down, you see a red-headed girl walk into your compartment.

"Can I sit with you guys? It's my first year and my brother is sitting with his friends." She questions, looking at you and then Neville.

"Yes, of course you can." You and Neville say with a smile.

You help her put her bags away, sitting back down, you pat the seat next to you. Inviting her to sit next to you.

"So what's your name again? I remember meeting you before with Harry, but I can't exactly remember your name." You say as your hand rubs the back of your neck, feeling slightly awkward.

"My name is Ginny Weasley, your yn right?" She states with a smile.

"Yep! And this is Neville!" He waves to Ginny and grins.

The three of you continued to chat until you reached Hogwarts. You had a feeling this year would be much better.

[siriuslydimwitted]

A/N: It was pretty boring for me, but uh anyway, this is a part of @/rcwenaclaw’s 1.5k writing challenge, it’s Soulmate AU

Warning(s): bold Harry || Bad English || (tell me if I missed something)

Reader’s gender is unidentified (gender-neutral)

Written in 2nd Person POV

Word Count: 1.5k

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Eleven years old Harry doesn’t believe in soulmates, Living in a cruel world pushed him to where soulmates are rubbish

Yet, seeing the number zero composed on his wrist, he appeared to get confounded. The day he turned ten, his wrist burn like somebody was cutting deep through it, when he fluttered his eyes open he saw a number zero on his bleeding wrist

He attempted to see whether his uncle and aunt have one, he even looked at his cousin’s wrist yet he didn’t see anything

Rescued by Hagrid and finding that he is a wizard at eleven years old, he let out a soothed sigh the second he arrived at the train station

The only problem is, he had no clue about where is the platform 9 ¾ until he saw a group of red-heads with a similar cart he’s pushing

He needed to asked where is the platform yet his eyes were met with shining eyes of yours

You’re not quite the same as the redheads he got a sight of, the first time when he ventured inside the train station. You’re not like one of them, however, a ginger freckled young girl is holding your hands

After arriving at Hogwarts, Harry was so astounded by the atmosphere and he didn’t see that the zero on his wrist went to a straight line

Frankly, soulmates for him is rubbish so he doesn’t attempt to look at his skinny wrist to check on the off chance that he had met his

First-year at Hogwarts was chaotic for Harry, an eleven years old battling the dark lord appears to be abnormal however he did it. Nothing is typical with regards to the Chosen One

Second-year was somewhat unexpected when he met another friend, a house-elf. However, he doesn’t actually think if he’s actually a friend

Twelve years of age Harry at the Burrow saw Ron’s wrist and the number he got composed on his wrist is fifteen, it got him inquisitive, and took a look at his

The moment he took a gander at his wrist, you and Ginny race down to the kitchen, Harry saw his wrist’s number shifted to number two

He swears he saw you arrived first, but he is not sure if it’s you or Ginny. You sat beside Ron as Harry’s emerald eyes is still looking at Ginny’s brown ones

Since you and your parents move to Ottery St. Catchpole, you have been close to Ginny. Her parents and yours are saying that the two of you were practically twins

Sharing that both of you catch an interest to the scar-head boy, the two of you promise to each other the no hard feelings if one of them got chose by Harry

You agreed, thinking that he is the one you’re looking for. As a kid, you saw your parents loved each other so much, you really wanted to meet your soulmate as soon as possible. Seeing how love around your parents is strong.

The smile painted all over your face when you saw your one moved to two, however, you don’t have the foggiest idea when did that thing occur

Your and Ginny’s first year at Hogwarts is not what you wanted, Ginny’s attention turned to a diary. Instead of hanging out, she was busy writing and scribbling things on the diary

But the good thing is you can see your number increase when you got to Hogwarts

Excited to meet your soulmate, every minute you’re looking at your wrist every time you passed on someone

Thirteen years old Harry forgot about the soulmate thing, he just focused on his adventure every year and doesn’t have time for that ‘rubbish’

Though, he’s always taking a glance at his wrist every time he passed Ginny. You and Ginny were attached to the hip, which makes it hard for Harry to identify who is his soulmate. Not that he cares

“You think Ginny’s my soulmate?” Harry and Hermione traveled time and hiding behind the large rock when Harry blurted out

“no time for that, Harry” annoyance painted on Hermione’s face, eyebrows knitted whilst she’s focusing

You can admit it, it’s not crushing, right? You don’t have a crush on the Chosen One, you love him. You tried to stop the feelings because you believe in yourself that Harry is not the one for you, he’s not the reason why the number on your hands is shifting

“do you know who your soulmate is?” out of the blue, you spoke to Ginny

“Yeah!” Ginny said, dust pink is showing on her cheeks and her eyes were lit up, she’s also fidgeting her hands on the hem of her knitted jumper “but I don’t want to tell him” She pointed lazily at Dean Thomas who was talking at Seamus animatedly

“How did you know?” You asked Ginny, furrowing. After seconds, she spoke

“It’s an accident, actually, I was looking at my wrist in the middle of the hallway then it shifted, he’s the only one in there with me,” Ginny explained avoiding your gaze

You just nodded accordingly, If Ginny’s soulmate is Dean Thomas then who is Harry Potter’s soulmate?

Fourteen years old Harry got a little bit interested in his soulmate since he heard that there will be a Yule Ball coming. As Harry grew older, he’s become more and more interested in the number carved on his wrist

Sometimes, he’s asking himself what is love, but with every glance at his arm he’s taking, he’s answering his own question. Maybe love is a mystery, A mystery wherein you need a patient to taste the lifetime happiness

The scar-head boy is catching a bit of feeling for you, but he knows it’s forbidden. He knows he must love his soulmate

It wasn’t really hard to fall in love with you, It’s actually hard to stop his feelings for you while thinking that someday he will watch you marry your soulmate. That’s not him

You ended up taking George to the Yule Ball, but his eyes lingered on someone else, so do you

There are only a few people who believe in fifteen years old Harry, you’re one of them. You join Dumbledore’s Army because you wanted to fight back

Harry still believe that one of you and Ginny is his soulmate, but watching Ginny being close with Dean Thomas, he’s doubting that she is his soulmate

Until he saw her kissing Dean, but his wrist doesn’t move the count. Now he’s sure that you (maybe) is his soulmate

You were the only one who comforts him at the moment Sirius Black died, he wasn’t even sure that you’re his soulmate (even if it’s obvious), but he was sure that he is in love with you

five years of waiting, your soulmate is nowhere to find, looking at your wrist it’s nearing one-hundred

Sixteen years old Harry is now eager to find his soulmate, his theory is leading him to you, but his heart is stopping him from believing

Being poor in Potions, you decided to assist Professor Slughorn. You were there in all his classes, monitoring students if they’re doing well

“Ahh, Harry my boy I’m beginning to worry,” you heard the name of the person that can stop your world at the sight of him

Finally, you look at your wrist as you watch the number shifted to ninety-nine. Is it Ron? or Harry?

hidden from your knowledge, Harry was looking at his wrist too “my soulmate’s here, mate” he whispered to Ron

“where?” Ron whispered back looking around as Harry shrugged his shoulder absentmindedly

Harry got a plan to make sure that it was you, his real soulmate. Writing on a piece of paper and send it to you via someone else’s owl telling you to meet him at the Quidditch Pitch

You hesitate at first but you decided to come. Harry was looking at his wrist the whole time, sitting on one of the benches

The number slowly shifted to a hundredth “hey!” he heard you, he lifted his face to face you

His eyes were looking at the windows of your soul “h-hi” he stuttered

“you’re waiting for someone?” you asked him sitting beside him, putting your hands on the top of your lap as he nodded lazily

“you,” He said softly, his eyes were happy but his face is hiding it “you’re my-“

“-soulmate, yeah!” you cut him off but you got astonished when you felt a hand cupping your jaw, your lips are touching his soft ones. Your eyes were wide open but you slowly closed them when his lips begin to move softly begging you to reciprocate

You obliged, moving your lips. Is this the lifetime happiness Harry was yearning for? Definitely!

He felt something flipped inside his stomach while your hands are traveling around his messy black hair

You pull away from each other smiling “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time” you said panting still holding the back of his neck softly

“so… do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me?” He asked holding both of your cheeks as you nodded and your forehead is still resting on his

BONUS:

You didn’t know that someone is watching you and Harry from afar

“I told you!” said Ron as Ginny handed a galleon to him

“shut up, will you!”

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I am making a scorbus book with Albus and his wacky adventures and this is how it is going..is it good??

It would’ve been better to pretend to be ill. At least that’s what he was thinking right now, walking in the train station filled with muggles, talking and whistles blaring around in his ears. He had honestly thought to run away before he could be taken to the station. Maybe a fainting fancy from Uncle George? But he didn’t have time to. In fact all of the plans he had made would’ve gone wrong so there was no point. 

He had dreaded the day of going to the school. Maybe it was the lies James had told him? Or maybe the fact he could be sorted into a different house. Whatever it was he wished he wasn’t here. It would be the first year of Hogwarts, and the first year of trying to fit in. He thought it would be easy because James got in so well but he had his doubts when he remembered Aunt Hermione saying he suited Slytherin more when he was a kid. His mum had told him after that the family would still love him no matter what house he was in. He cried the whole day and only stopped when he was offered food. 

Thinking about only made it worse now. He was already on Platform 9 3/4, crowds of witches and wizards hugging their kids and some even giving them stuffies and candies. Albus would be a liar if he didn’t believe it was magical, but it struck up more nerves than ever. 

“Isn’t Hermione supposed to be here, Gin?” His father asked his mum. 

“Yes, but we have time Harry, it’s why we got up so early.” Ginny smiled at Harry and kissed his cheek. 

Albus didn’t know whether to do a disgusted groan or puke on sight from nerves and disgust. Honestly he didn’t know how to feel all together. It was the plan for years, ever since Teddy went to hogwarts, the families would meet up and have a small get-together while their kids were preparing for Hogwarts. Albus was unsure if he was preparing or planning his death once he got there. His parents had bought him a diary since it was his first year at Hogwarts (they gave James a pair of new shoes since he burned his old ones) and Albus was planning on using it, especially on the train. Maybe he could write about how awful his first year would be, complain about friends and subjects, and write about his death in a poetic way. 

The squeals of his family brought him back into the actual time. Mum was hugging Aunt Hermione while Dad and Uncle Ron were talking, James was talking with Hugo about Quidditch, and Rose Granger-Weasley, the best cousin he could ask for, was looking as nervous as Albus was. 

“Hello Albus.” Rose had waved at him. 

“Rose Weasley-Granger!” 

Rose shoved his arm and rolled her eyes. The nickname was a way to make her mad but it was an inside joke between the cousins. 

“How are you feeling?” Rose questioned while she brushed off dust from her cardigan. 

“Nervous- scared. Sick.” Albus shrugged. 

He didn’t know what else to say, and he was being completely honest. 

[15001700tt]

Prologue- The Feud Train

chapter index

Prologue 

September first, 2017

It was finally Rose's first year at Hogwarts. To say she was excited would be an understatement. She was ecstatic to start her courses and learn everything she could. Her family, the Weasley’s, were able to give her a little taste of what was in store for the next seven years. Hermione Granger-Weasley would not allow her daughter to not have the magic and non-magic experience, naturally. 

Rose was enrolled into a muggle school until she turned 11. She had basic understanding in all subjects, excelling in English and Math. Her parents had no doubts she would thrive at Hogwarts. 

They reached the train station, where she would meet with Albus and James Potter. Together they would cross the platform. Rose Weasley grew up with all her cousins, but she was quite close to Albus Potter specifically, her no-nonsense personality going well with his easy-going-but-sensible one. Though they were quite young, in Rose’s opinion, people rarely change after a certain age, and she doubted both Albus and her would change much. Maybe in knowledge and wits. (Oh how wrong and sure she was at eleven years old) 

“Are you ready for a life-changing journey that we may or may not come to hate in a few weeks?” Albus posed the question as they stood next to each other, waiting for their parents to finish greeting one another. Rose rolled her eyes, grinning widely. 

“I doubt it! Hogwarts is magical and will probably be the greatest thing we ever experience,” she dismissed enthusiastically. 

“So much confidence for a pesky first year,” James teased as he was going back for his second year. He bore so many expectations set from his father’s time, not by his father, but by Hogwarts. You see, by Harry Potter’s second year, he had defeated Voldemort twice and shown up to school in a bloody flying car. But knowing James Potter, he would never let the crippling expectations get the best of him. He was setting his own records with his best friend and cousin Fred II of becoming the new generation of pranksters. With the way things were going, they might beat the Weasley twins' score by the end of their seventh year. Fred Weasley’s dad would not be disappointed, as he is part of that legacy. 

“Nothing you say will change the fact that Hogwarts will be the best years of my life,” Rose retorted. “Oh man, I can't wait to go!” Lily whined as she lightly stomped on the floor next to James. Hugo stuck out his tongue at her as she whined. He only had one more year to go, too. 

“You will in two years’ time,” James quipped, ruffling her hair with affection. Despite being a twelve-year-old boy, he wasn't cruel to his sister. Mostly because he was deadly afraid of being hexed by his mother (Ginny bat bogey hex Weasley) and didn't see a point to it. Yes, he was a prankster, but that meant he wanted to bring 

smiles to peoples’ faces, not frowns. He shook his head at Hugo, grabbed his neck, and ruffled the red hair there with his knuckles. Hugo grumbled as he broke free from the older boy. 

“Alright, it's time to cross over! Everyone got their luggage? Their pets?” Ginny checked her two sons as she took Lily's hand in her own. Then looked at Rose with a smile as she checked with her, too. Albus had chosen a small Golden retriever from Curious Creatures, while Rose chose a Siamese kitten, barely bigger than the size of her palm. Rose checked on the cat in her cage, curled up in the corner against some toys Rose bought for her. Albus and Rose spent a whole day picking and naming their pets. That memory might be one of Rose’s favorites and most prized possessions. Albus named his puppy Duke, while Rose named her kitten Nala. 

They reached the platform in between 9 and 10, and Harry nudged James to take the lead. Rolling his luggage trolley straight towards the wall, James disappeared as soon as the cart made contact. Now, it’s their turn. Albus put his cart in position, threw a grin at Rose, and ran in after his brother. Rose took a deep breath and followed. Crossing to the other side, the difference was immediate. Still incredibly loud, whistles going off every 20 minutes, but somehow the noise seems to be enchanted. Like it was charmed to sound more soothing and less obnoxious. 

Her aunts, uncles, and parents, with Lily in tow, came up right behind her. Fred was waiting for James by his parents, grinning as he spotted the emerging group. 

As they reached the point, everyone began saying their goodbyes. 

“You’re going to do great, Rosie,” Ron reassured, seeing his daughter’s nervous smile and squeezing her closely in her arms. 

“No matter what, we are very proud of you,” 

Hermione followed, giving her daughter a tight hug and a lopsided smile. Rose caught Mr. Potter lowering to his son’s height, (which in hindsight he wasn't that small, definitely taller now) leveling with him and whispering something. Probably something about Hogwarts Houses. Rose mentally shook her head. Albus worries for no reason, he will do great in any house. It would be disheartening if they weren't in the same house, but she is sure they can make their friendship work, whatever happens. 

“Look who it is.” Ron pointed out a family of four, a dark brown haired woman with a thinning face, a small girl that had bright brown eyes, and a thin man crowned by blond hair coupled with a receding hairline. (apparently, but for the record Draco Malfoy was a very handsome man, don't let Ron Weasley’s opinion taint that) 

“So that's little Scorpius,” Ron mused, looking at the fourth installment of their family. A moderately sized boy who had identical hair to his father and eyes just as cold. 

“Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie.  Thank Merlin, you inherited your mother's brains!” With brows lifted high, Ron made a point to give Rose an intense look followed by a quick wink. The ends of Rose’s lips quirked up at her father’s confidence and humor. He was only half-joking, but Hermione slapped her husbands’ arm, scolding him. Rose’s lips curved to a small smile. 

“Don't turn them against each other before they even start school!” Ron only nodded, not paying attention to his wife’s warning. 

“Well, don't get too friendly with him, though. Grandad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a Malfoy.” (because honestly, Arthur would be more appalled by a Malfoy than a pureblood. And by the way, they totally finesse Grandad Weasley because Albus is the one that introduces Scorpius into the family and then Rose marries him so)

 “Ron!” Rose fondly rolled her eyes at her parents’ tactics, landing on the boy in question. He didn't seem interesting to her at all, just a normal boy. If normal boys gelled their hair to pull so far back like an old man’s hairstyle sort of way. She mentally shook her thoughts away, focusing on other things like petting Nala. Though she wouldn’t heed her father’s warning seriously, she wasn't going to actively seek out the old-man-hair boy to be her friend. 

Soon everyone was done with their goodbyes and the enrolled were boarding the train. Rose, Albus, and James met up with family friends before finding an empty compartment to settle their pets and themselves. Percy Wood greeted them, taking the open seat next to Rose. 

“I won't stay for long, I want to play exploding snaps with Fred.” James paused, looking at the two first years in front of him. 

“Try to make friends, yeah? It's not as scary as it seems,'' James beamed a genuine smile, which, suffice to say, is a very rare occurrence. (then Albus proceeds to make friends with Scorpius bloody Malfoy) Albus nodded, smiling at his brother through the churning nervousness bubbling in his stomach right now. James excused himself soon enough, leaving to find his own friends. 

A minute later, Alice was scrambling in, out of breath. Rose lit up at the sight of her childhood friend.

“We almost missed the train! Mum and dad took forever getting their luggage in the car,” plopping next to Albus with a huff. Grinning, Albus bumped her shoulder, but the playfulness soon ran short. A shrewd shriek sounded out. The train was going to take off soon. Silence came over the room, everyone’s thoughts on the uncertainty of what was to come or not to come, apprehension filling the space that the lack of banter left void. 

Soon, a soft knock resounded, disturbing the quiet in the small compartment. Rose and Albus suddenly came back to reality, the sound snapping them out from their aggressive daydreaming. The boy knocking is Scorpius Malfoy. Although eleven years old, the air surrounding Scorpius exuded someone who knows exactly who they are and what they wanted. 

“Can I sit here? Everywhere else was full,” his high-pitched, youthful voice asked, starkly contrasting his mature aura. Albus gave a shy nod and an even shier smile. The blond boy came in and settled his identical cage that Albus had next to him on the floor, in it was the smallest white puppy. The cute puppy started the conversation when Albus asked for his name, and Scorpius Malfoy responded with Apollo. 

Rose opted to stay quiet, hoping to go unnoticed by the blond boy and be able to sit in peace the entire ride to Hogwarts. Putting her plan into motion just as the train did the same, Rose pulled out a book as the train pulled out the station. It was a muggle fiction book. They were not uncommon as the magical world started adopting more muggle technology and culture into their lives. Currently, she is reading a very popular series about demigods. 

Throughout the whole ride to the castle, Percy, Albus, Alice, and Scorpius made small talk, but she wasn't paying too much attention as all her focus was on reading. Albus tried to include her in the conversation. A futile effort. He gave up pretty easily, knowing that it was impossible to get Rose to pay attention to anything else than a book if it was within a 6 feet radius of her. (she realizes later that the reason Scorpius started to annoy the shit out of her is because she gave him no attention whatsoever in their first meeting, neither negative nor positive. And that irked him enough to start a whole ass rivalry.

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[hogwartsalumni08-slytherin]

Blaise Zabini & Holly Potter

My name is Holly Potter and I am fifteen years old. My twin brother, Harry, and I just finished our fifth year at Hogwarts. I have been dating a Slytherin by the name of Blaise Zabini. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were skeptical at first because Blaise is in Slytherin. Blaise is not like the other Slytherins. Yeah he is a pureblood but he doesn't care about my half-blood status. Blaise is of Italian origin but looks black. I have fair skin, shoulder length red hair, and hazel eyes. I am not sure how Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley are going to react to me dating a black guy.

I am sitting with Blaise on the train ride back to Kings Cross Station. Draco and Pansy walk into our compartment. Draco says, "I wasn't sure what Blaise was thinking at first. But, I gotta admit Potter that you two look good together." I say, "Draco, call me Holly." Draco nods. Pansy smiles and asks, "What are you doing this summer, Holly?" I say, "My twin and I live with our Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and cousin Dudley. Petunia was our mom's sister. Then, I am sure toward the end of the summer we will end up going to the Weasleys." Blaise says, "Ron is just your friend." I nod and say, "Yeah Ron and his brothers are all like brothers to Harry and I. Ginny is like the little sister I never had." Draco nods.

Before I knew it, we were at Kings Cross. Blaise helps me with my bags. We walk holding hands off the platform; and, he kisses me. I hear Uncle Vernon call, "Come on Holly." I nod and say, "Bye, Blaise. See you in September." Blaise says, "Bye, Holly."

Harry and I sit quietly in the back seat of Uncle Vernon's car. Once we were inside the house, Uncle Vernon says, "Petunia and Dudley come in here." They both walk in. Uncle Vernon asks, "Who was that boy you were with, Holly?" I sigh and say, "Uncle Vernon, that is my boyfriend, Blaise Zabini."

Uncle Vernon asks, "Does he treat you right?" My eyes widen and say, "Yes sir he does." Uncle Vernon says, "If he ever mistreats you let me know." I ask, "So you don't care that he is black?" Uncle Vernon says, "No. I don't." Aunt Petunia says, "Your dad had some Greek or Mediterranean don't care if you are in an interracial relationship, Holly."

Harry says, "I was skeptical at first but that is because Blaise is in Slytherin." Dudley asks, "What does that mean?" I say, "When you begin at Hogwarts you are sorted into one of the four houses based on your characteristics. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I are all in Gryffindor. Blaise is in Slytherin like He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was. Slytherin gets a bad rep; but, they are not all bad." Uncle Vernon asks, "Does he care that your mom's parents weren't magical?" I say, "No. Blaise said that he could care less. His mom is the same way." Dudley asks, "Do you have a picture of Blaise?" I nod and show Dudley a picture of him. 

Aunt Petunia looks over my shoulder and says, "You should invite him to come over sometime this summer. I want us to meet him." I nod and say, "I will." Needless to say, I am glad that my family approves of my relationship with Blaise Zabini.

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Imagine if Tonks hadn't died...

Harry helped Albus get to the platform 9 3/4, followed by Ginny and Lily. James was ahead of them, probably searching for Teddy. He'd promised he'd be there for Al and James' momentary goodbye. Harry's second son was quite sensitive, unlike his first born James, whom since the first moment he was born decided he wanted to be independent and cause trouble wherever he went.

Ever since Remus passed away, Tonks dedicated all her time to raise little Teddy. Harry helped her as much as she let allowed him, until he got old enough to go to Hogwarts. Tonks was now dating a new man. She met him while working as an Auror for the ministry. His name was John and he accepted Tonks and Teddy for what they were. Even though Tonks' heart was still aching for Remus' absence, she knew he was looking after all of them. They had become a big family. Ron and Hermione with their two children, and Harry and Ginny with theirs.

'Nice to meet you here, Tonks' Harry said with a smile on his face. A handsome face that was now starting to get some wrinkles on it. Harry was not a kid anymore, and that was the hardest part for Tonks because it meant that it had been nineteen years since he had seen Remus alive, amongst many others that had not been able to get older like Harry did.

'Teddy wanted to come and promised he'd help me do the house chores. I thought he'd be a clean teenager. You saw how he treats his poor room!'

'He treats his room the way you and I do. Ginny is always shouting over dirty clothes all over the floor. Lily is the only one who seems to be organized' Harry said thoughtfully

'Good thing Albus is my Godson, then. I would have corrupted Lily, and Ginny would snap at me for it every chance she gets' Tonks commented with a smirk, watching how Teddy and James went from laughing to arguing about something.

'You should go there and put an end to their discussion, Harry. Those two have a weird bond. They love each other, yet they can't tolerate to be around the other for more than five minutes'

'I wonder if my dad and Remus were like this during their years at Hogwarts' Harry added before heading towards the boys.

Once the train parted, they all left the station and headed to their respective flats. Tonks and Teddy loved being around each other. Teddy had lost his father at a very young age, but he had had amazing fatherly figures that helped him grow and be a strong and polite young man. Without meaning to, she fell asleep on the couch, forgetting about all the chores they were supposed to be getting done that day. Teddy's voice woke her up a few hours later.

'Mom, Harry sent us a message with his new owl! He finally got one!' Teddy exclaimed while holding his arm to support the weight of the giant bird. It was a snowy owl with a beautiful amber eye color. It looked just like Hedwig.

'What does the message say?' Asked Tonks.

'He wants us to go to their flat tonight. He says he's cooking this time!' Teddy announced excitedly, making the owl fly from his arm to Tonks' shoulder.

'Tell him we're going to be there, then. Good thing Ginny is not the one cooking. Remember when she burnt the turkey and we had to make pizza?'

Teddy laughed. It sounded just like Remus' laugh. If she hadn't had Remus' baby there would be nothing left of him. Their story wouldn't feel real enough as time went by.

They did their chores, bathed and got ready to visit the Potter's. It was not the life Tonks dreamt of living. Not if Remus was not there to hug her or sing their son lullabies when Teddy was young enough to be carried around. Most of them had had the chance to grow white hairs, and for that she was grateful. A second chance to live with the people she loved most was all she could ask for. They'd keep fighting for Remus and Fred. For James and Sirius. For Moody and Albus. For all those heroes who made their desire of a peaceful present a beautiful reality.

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Here we are fighting for our lives chapter 3 and 4

The meeting - chapter 3

September 1st, 1992

"Hi, can we come sit here?" A girl with bushy brown hair asked as I looked up from my book. She had two others with her. I wasn't sure who the red-headed one was, but I instantly knew who Harry was.

"Of course," I responded quietly.

After the three sat down, the girl in the middle, the red head at the window, and Harry closer to the door, the girl said, "My name is Hermione Granger, the red head is Ron Weasley, and that's Harry Potter."

"Pleasure to meet you, my name is Amalia Lupin Black," I said, smiling.

Just as I was about to continue reading my book, Harry said, "I feel like I've heard your name before."

"I doubt you have," I responded, looking back up.

"Where are you from?" Ron, the red head, asked after hearing my accent.

"London, but I grew up with my aunt in the United States," I responded.

"Why?" Ron asked.

"Ronald! Stop, that's mean, let her be," Hermione interrupted.

"It's fine; my dad wasn't able to take care of me until my 10th birthday," I replied.

Hermione nodded her head in a form of acknowledgement.

"What year are you in? Were going into our second." Harry asked looking at me curiously.

"There's no way he remembers me or knows who I am," I thought.

"I'm going into my first," I responded.

"My sister is going into her first," Ron responded.

"Maybe me and her will become good friends," I said with a smile growing on my face. After all, I had never had a friend before; it had always been me, Narcissa, and Draco before Dad was able to take care of me.

All of a sudden, a girl who looked about 10 with long red hair pulled the cart open.

"Oh hi, i'm Ginny, Ron's younger sister." She said when she saw me.

"Amalia," I responded with a smile on my face.

Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and Harry all started talking when I rested my head on the cold window as I felt into a deep sleep.

I smiled knowing - chapter 4 

TW--- This chapter can be dark and triggering for some people. If you need help please please please contact someone immediately.

"You are so goddamn annoying!" Narcissa yelled at me as she smacked my face.

My hand went to my check, where it stung, tears swelling in my eyes.

"You are nothing. You deserve nothing. You're mean and selfish. You're ugly. You deserve nothing!" She yelled, progressively getting louder while kicking my legs.

I yelled as I fell to the ground. "Please, I'm sorry, let me go," I cried, begging her to stop.

"NO, you are a complete useless brat," she yelled, grabbing her dagger.

She slowly bent down and pressed the dagger against my wrist. She immediately shoved the tip into my skin, causing me to scream out in pain.

"Stop, please, I didn't do anything; it wasn't my fault; please, it hurts," I cried.

"Oh, yes, you did do something, my dear; yes, you did," she laughed. "I'm going to let you go now, but you must not tell anyone about this, you understand."

I nodded my head yes, and as soon as she let go of my arm, I sat up with a start.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked while looking at me worriedly.

"Yeah, sorry, it was just a nightmare, I responded, looking down at my hands.

"Okay, come on, it's time to get changed into our robes," she said.

I nodded. Ginny and I got up and followed her to the washroom, where we changed.

Once we were back into the cart, I looked out the window to see one of the most amazing sights I've ever seen, the Hogwarts train station. We got out of the cart and off the train to hear a man yelling, "First year's over, come first year's, this way!"

"That's Hagrid. He's really nice and fun; you'll love him." Harry said to me.

I nodded and said my thanks and byes. I walked over to where Hagrid was.

Hagrid was really tall, and he had a long beard and hair. "And what might your name be, little one?" he asked when I walked over to him.

"Amalia," I said, smiling at him.

Once everyone was there, he walked us over to the boats. Dad had said that that was how the first years came to the castle and how it was the best view he's ever seen. Hagrid beckoned us in boats.

I got into a boat with Ginny and another girl, who I think said her name was Luna. The students started singing songs I've never heard before, but Luna and Ginny didn't know them either. Then, out of nowhere, we took a turn, into the most beautiful sight I've ever seen.

The castle was illuminated with the lights of hundreds of candles, the moon was shining light onto it at the most amazing spot, and the brick and stone work was just increadable.

I smiled knowing my dad came this way too.

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Show Your Fangs: Chapter 4

Ravenclaw Tower

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The mood in their compartment aboard the Hogwarts Express lifts after a while. The four gossip about inconsequential things, get into a friendly argument about quidditch, gorge themselves on sweets from the trolley when it comes by. (“Can cats eat chocolate?” Michael asks when Harry pounces on a chocolate frog that tries to escape. That sets him off asking about every single thing they have, wondering if he can feed any of it to Harry.)

Anthony and Padma join them later on after their meeting with the other prefects ends, but Harry doesn’t see Ron or Hermione even once.

When the train pulls in to Hogsmeade Station, Harry allows Michael to pick him up to bring him out to the carriages.

The Gryffindor girls go ahead, and Padma joins her sister, but Michael, Terry, and Anthony linger while Michael stands on his tiptoes to nervously scan the crowd. He doesn’t say as much, but it’s obvious that he hopes to at least get Ginny to ride up to Hogwarts with them.

After a while, he drops back down with a heavy sigh and dejectedly turns to get in line for the closest carriage.

“Couldn’t find her?” asks Anthony.

Michael scoffs bitterly. “No, I found her.” He gestures sharply with his thumb to a few carriages down. “She’s in that one. With Luna, Neville, and Harry’s pals.”

Terry’s lips pull into a frown. “Did she even look for you?”

“Sure didn’t look like it.”

Terry shakes his head. “Sorry. I don’t blame her for being distracted, especially if what Lavender heard about Harry is true, but…”

But she starts ignoring him before anything happens to Harry. She ignores him all summer, just like Harry’s friends do him. Michael’s grip on Harry tightens just a little.

“Come on, guys,” Anthony says gently. “That just means there’s more space for Tiger, right?”

Michael allows himself to be pulled into the carriage, and they’re joined by only a pair of Slytherins, so there actually is an empty space for Harry, not that Harry is trying very hard to get away from Michael while he’s still holding him like a lifeline. Michael needs to hold him right now, and Harry can’t blame him for it, so he just settles in for the ride.

Once they get up to the gates, though, Michael is a bit closer to normal and it’s time for him to let go of Harry for the entrance feast. While many students file through the gates to the Great Hall, Michael takes Harry to a separate line where all the students with new pets go.

“Mr. Corner, so good to see you again,” Professor Sprout says warmly. “And who is this new addition?”

Hefting Harry into a bit more prominence, Michael announces. “This is Tiger.” Doubt flashes across his face. “Er… could you remind me what’s going to happen to him while I’m at the feast?”

Professor Sprout smiles indulgently, all too used to students being reluctant to leave their pets. “He will be perfectly safe, Mr. Corner,” she says. “A house elf will take him over to the Care of Magical Creatures classroom and watch over him until Professor Grubbly-Plank gets the first-years across the lake. Then she’ll cast a standard anti-allergen spell over all the pets so that he doesn’t set off any of your classmates with allergies. Once that’s done, the house elves will take him up to your dormitory where he will be waiting for you to arrive after the feast.”

Michael bites his lip. “Right,” he says, “just… please warn the elves to keep a close eye on him. He likes to test you. I’m a bit worried he’ll escape if I let him out of my sight for too long.”

Professor Sprout just chuckles. “I’ll warn the elves. But I assure you, Mr. Corner, the house elves of Hogwarts are more than capable of handling a rambunctious cat. Tiger certainly wouldn’t be the first one.”

Harry can tell that Michael still isn’t convinced, but he hands Harry over to Professor Sprout anyway. His hand lingers on Harry’s head, even when he’s firmly in Professor Sprout’s arms, clearly fighting with himself to leave.

“Be good, now,” Michael says, brow stitched together with worry. “Don’t cause Professor Sprout or the house elves any trouble, okay?”

He starts to pull back, but his fingers in Harry’s fur are like a tether and he’s boomeranged close again. He grabs Harry’s head with his other hand quickly and plants a kiss on the top of his head, then just as quickly releases him.

Harry shakes once, ruffled by the unexpected action.

“I’ll miss you, Tiger!” Michael shouts, walking backwards so that he doesn’t have to turn away. “I love you!”

Anthony, waiting a few paces away with Terry, sighs. “You are so whipped for a cat.”

“We haven’t been apart since I got him!” Michael whines in protest, but he does finally turn away, and the three Ravenclaws’ voices fade as they make their way up to the castle.

It’s… actually really nice, and very novel, for Harry. He knows Michael is going to be missing him and worrying about him, even though they’ll only be apart for a couple of hours.

It’s also a little frustrating. Harry can’t help but reflect on that, after a lifetime of trying so desperately to find someone, anyone, who really loves him unconditionally, and all he has to do to find it is turn into a cat.

All he has to do is… not be Harry, anymore. Tiger gets that unconditional love. Harry never will. Even the ones Harry thinks love him, his friends, ditch him the moment Dumbledore asks them to.

But mostly Harry is just soaking up the feeling of being loved. That’s most of the reason why he decides not to cause any trouble for Professor Sprout or the house elf that takes him to the Creatures classroom. Part of it is that Harry decides already that his safest option at the moment is to stay with Michael, so he doesn’t have any need to try to escape from this, but part of it, a buzzing part deep in Harry’s chest, is that Michael asks him to be good.

It’s funny. Harry feels like Michael should be relieved if Harry escapes. All the trouble Harry causes him in the few days they’ve been together, but Michael never once asks Harry to behave better. He just laughs, compliments Harry’s cleverness, and says that he’s keeping him on his toes. Even when Harry is being grumpy and aloof, Michael still only looks at him with adoration and awe.

Then again, Michael better have known what he was getting himself into, considering how they meet and the whole reason he adopts Harry in the first place is Harry swiping his fireworks and setting them off in the middle of the Magical Menagerie.

The only time Michael ever asks Harry to behave, to be good and not just act how he wants, and it’s not really because he doesn’t want Harry to cause trouble for the elves or professors. It’s because he’s scared that if Harry escapes from them, he won’t see Harry ever again.

And that… that more than anything seizes Harry’s heart with an icy grip.

Because Harry has been in dangerous situations. It’s practically a Tuesday for him if his life is being threatened. But even though he worries about Ron and Hermione getting caught up in those things with him, it never really hits him that they can die. One wrong move, and he might never see them again.

It hits him when Cedric is killed. Harry spends the summer dealing with the realization that Cedric is gone. And Harry might not know Cedric well, but he knows him some. Cedric is the Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain and seeker and Harry sees him every time they play. All the teams have littler, friendlier rivalries off the pitch, and Cedric is a prefect who practically every student encounters at one point or another.

But Harry will never see him again. It’ll be someone else in that Captain and seeker position this year. Harry will never see his teasing smile or hear him laugh and offer trash talk that’s so soft everyone just rolls their eyes and fondly calls him “such a Hufflepuff.”

And Harry isn’t even really his friend. He can’t imagine if it were someone who is close to him. Ron, or Hermione.

But while Harry is processing all of this, and the fear of the very real threat that Voldemort is back and will try to take his friends from him, and take him from them… While Harry is sitting alone and terrified that what happens to Cedric can happen to his best friends… What do they do?

They shut him out. They all but tell him that they don’t trust him. While Harry misses them with every fiber of his being, while he worries that he might never see them again, they clearly don’t miss him.

But Michael, even if Harry doesn’t know him half as well, feels the same hurt at not being missed. He misses Ginny and gets nothing back. He misses Harry, Tiger, and Harry… finds himself not wanting to let Michael down.

Not like they’ve both been let down already.

So, Harry is good for Professor Sprout. He’s perfectly compliant, even walks freely alongside the house elf who guides him to the Creatures classroom. He doesn’t put up a fuss when Professor Grubbly-Plank casts a few spells on him, and he follows obediently when a small horde of elves takes him and the rest of the Ravenclaw pets up to Ravenclaw Tower. He’s even good inside the common room and the dorm that he’s shut into.

He's good, because he doesn’t want to think about the look on Michael’s face if he comes up here to his dorm and finds out that Harry is gone. And because he really wants to see the look on Michael’s face when he sees Harry again and knows that Harry listens to him.

Harry is filled with a low kind of excitement that rubs inside of him like static. It’s hard to sit still, and he keeps looking over to the door, and out the windows, wondering what time it is and when Michael will be getting back.

But he’s also in a place he’s never been before, and where he doesn’t imagine he’ll ever have the chance to visit. It’s a unique opportunity, and he’s curious, so he spends the wait exploring the Ravenclaw boys’ dorm.

It’s definitely different than what he’s used to in Gryffindor. Even though Harry has seen the Slytherin Common Room before, he never sees their actual dormitories, and though the common rooms are quite different between Gryffindor and Slytherin, Harry always imagines that the dormitories themselves are essentially just palette swaps of each other.

Especially for Ravenclaw, who also resides in a tower. Not that Harry puts much thought into it, but he always pictures it as just the Gryffindor dorms, but with blue and bronze instead of red and gold.

He can’t be more wrong.

For one, the shape of the room itself is different. Unlike Gryffindor, whose dormitory is circular, the Ravenclaw dormitory is in a wide wedge, with closets, shelves, and desks sticking out along the flat walls. On the curve of the circle, great wooden arches lead each to a tall window and enclose the bunk beds nestled lengthwise against them. There are five windows total in this dorm, with the three equally spaced housing beds, and the two in between having chairs and small tables and generally look like quite cosy reading nooks.

The hardwood floor is also covered in much larger and more plentiful rugs than the Gryffindor dorm, which for a moment Harry is confused about, since the center of every Gryffindor dormitory is a furnace that warms them in the drafty tower and it is quite dangerous to put their rugs too close to the fire of the furnace.

But to Harry’s delight and envy, he finds that the missing furnace isn’t a mistake but a feature, as when he pads across the rugs littering the floor, he feels a gentle warmth seep up from the pads of his paws to diffuse through his body. He should expect no less from Professor Flitwick, assuming he has any hand in designing the dormitories, but warming charms on the rugs and, Harry assumes, the curtains, bedding, and possibly the large, comfortable chairs in those reading nooks as well, is a much more elegant solution than a small furnace in the center of the room.

There’s a floor-length mirror near the door, of the non-talking variety, and starry-patterned blue and bronze curtains to close off each bed and nook before every window, and there are a few Ravenclaw banners hanging from the ceiling, but otherwise the place is quite bare, which is to be expected as the residents haven’t yet unpacked and decorated for themselves.

(Harry expects that, by this time tomorrow, there will be a lot more books.)

The beds, though, are what strike Harry as the most unusual. He’s used to the Gryffindor four-poster beds free-standing in a circle around the room. These are built into the wooden nooks before the windows. The lower bed is actually partially sunken into a thick frame that makes the entire bottom part of the nook into one platform. There are a few drawers that pull out from under the bed, but once Harry jumps up onto one, he can see that the bed almost seamlessly flows into a wooden surface that fills up the space between it and the wall.

Likewise at the head, there is a short headboard where the frame rises, but then it flattens out again creating yet more surface for the Ravenclaws to use. Bars line either side of the frame above him, each with curtains that can be drawn to alternatively block out the room or block the window for the sleeper.

But Harry is mostly just boggled at the notion of bunk beds. He wonders how well that would go over in Gryffindor. He can just imagine his housemates getting into rows over who gets the top or bottom bunk.

(The bottom is more enclosed, with its headspace blocked by the top bunk above it. But although the top bunk has the tall arched ceiling giving it the feel of more space, they actually have less storage space since they lack the drawers beneath their bed.)

The notable difference that makes Harry very glad he’s in Gryffindor rather than Ravenclaw, however is that because of how the beds are arranged, Ravenclaw students clearly don’t keep their trunks at the foot of their bed like most of the Gryffindors do.

The only place Harry sees for the Ravenclaws’ trunks is the closets and the shelves high above them. Seamus does take to throwing his trunk atop the dresser in Gryffindor, since he rarely needs to access anything he leaves in there, unpacking everything into the provided places anyway, but Harry, who has some items like his invisibility cloak or the Marauder’s Map, is reluctant to leave those in more public spaces than his personal trunk.

If he has to climb up and get his trunk down from one of those high shelves every time he wants to get his cloak out… well, it would be very irritating.

Though he supposes that most students wouldn’t have something like that and can simply unpack everything they need and then store their trunk until they pack up once more. And Harry supposes he can negotiate the use of a lower bunk and use one of the drawers built into the bedframe for that kind of thing. So, it’s probably not an issue for the Ravenclaws.

Harry is still thankful to be in Gryffindor, though.

Speaking of trunks, they are currently on the floor before each of the bed nooks, waiting for the students to come and put them away. Harry, after lounging on the warm rug for a while, gets bored and decides that Michael probably doesn’t want him to be too good and so he finds Michael’s trunk to start digging for something to entertain himself with.

He will not be using the cat toys Michael packs, and Harry determines that it will be too difficult to get a book quickly into an uncompromising position that doesn’t reveal his ability to read it should the Ravenclaw boys return without warning. (It should be just about time for them to be coming back, Harry thinks. It’s been a while, in any case.) Terry Boot, Harry notices, is quite sharp and though Harry does like him, he’s definitely dangerous to Harry being undercover here. He can’t take foolish risks like trying to read while the boys can be coming in any minute.

What Harry does find and deem acceptable to occupy him for a few more minutes, is Michael’s collection of stink pellets.

Giggling to himself, and knowing that his “escape attempt” is more a game this time than anything else (and knowing that Michael will know that, too, on account of Harry being here at all and not escaping while with the elves or while he’s alone), Harry carefully – very carefully – takes the stink pellets one at a time and plants them under the blankets of each of the beds.

The top bunks are a bit more trouble. It’s unexpectedly difficult to climb the ladders up to them, but Harry manages it, and only just shuts Michael’s trunk to cover his tracks when he hears the Ravenclaw students arriving in the dormitory outside.

Harry plants himself directly atop Michael’s trunk and watches the dormitory door.

He’s not kept waiting. Michael is first through the door, searching frantically until his eyes land on Harry and he’s so overcome with relief that it feels palpable in the very air.

“Tiger!” Michael cries, rushing over to him. He tries to pick Harry up to cuddle, and part of Harry wants to let him, but he can’t afford to be trapped in Michael’s arms when his “escape attempt” goes off, can he?

Plus, he uh… really doesn’t want to be on this side of the room when his surprise goes off.

So, he squirms until Michael accepts that Harry doesn’t want to be held, but he allows Michael to kneel by the trunk, petting him thoroughly with such a joyous grin not put off at all by Harry’s refusal to cuddle. And he watches the door for the others.

Just a little later, close behind but far enough that it’s obvious Michael rushes here first thing, the rest of the Ravenclaw boys file in, chatting about their summers.

Harry tracks the four of them across the room, casually stands and stretches as they approach the beds, then hops off of Michael’s trunk and trots towards the door left ajar by Kevin Entwhistle, the last boy in.

Michael reaches out for him to grab him before he gets out, but in just that moment, Terry collapses into his bed with an exaggerated groan – doubtless to accompany some tale the boys are all talking about.

And the impact of his body hitting the stink pellet hidden there sets it off. There’s a small, muffled poof, and a small cloud of noxious stench covers Terry and his bed. The boys all shout and recoil and very quickly start laughing at Terry’s misfortune. Harry just prances casually towards the open door.

Michael, well trained by now to look for Harry during moments of distraction like this, scoops him up about halfway there.

“Michael!” Stephen Cornfoot groans. “Now the whole dormitory is going to smell!”

“It wasn’t me!” Michael protests. “I was at the feast same as you guys! When would I have had the chance to plant something like that?”

“He’s got a point,” says Kevin, climbing up to his bed above the one Stephen is hovering around. “Who could have done that?” And then he jumps in and sets off another stink pellet.

The boys all recoil in shock. Harry buries his head into Michael’s chest to attempt to hide any strange reaction that might seem too similar to a human laugh.

“Mine, too? Really?” Kevin whines.

Michael grins down at Harry, obviously knowing exactly how those stink pellets gets there, and then shrugs, shuts the door tight, drops Harry so that he can stay over here and not in the middle of the stench cloud, and in a surprising feat of athleticism, jumps bodily into the upper bunk above what Harry assumes is Anthony’s.

And sets off another stink pellet. Michael laughs. No one else even looks at him twice for obviously doing that on purpose.

“Are those in all the beds?” Anthony asks, cautiously approaching his own. He draws his wand and levitates the blankets, searching for and finding the little pellet Harry leaves there for him. He chuckles and grabs the thing rolling it between his fingers smugly. “You don’t think Professor Flitwick would play a prank on us like this, do you?”

Wisely following Anthony’s lead, Stephen likewise safely removes the stink pellet in his own bed. “If it is, I hope the other houses got it just as bad. Imagine if the heads of houses all got together to plan this. Fred and George would be jealous.”

(Michael is still just laughing.)

Terry eyes Harry knowingly and says, “It wasn’t Professor Flitwick.”

“You think so?” asks Kevin. “Who else has access to our dorms before we even get here?”

Like he simply can’t contain himself anymore, Michael squeals, “It was Tiger!”

“The cat?” Kevin asks.

“I knew it was you!” shouts Stephen. “You seriously trained your cat just to prank us?”

Michael hangs over the edge of his bed, still giggling madly. “It’s adorable that you think Tiger can be trained to do anything,” he says. “No, he’s just my little genius. Speaking of. Tiger-” his voice turn whiny and begging as he reaches out dramatically across the room, “come snuggle with me!”

Yeah, right. Harry rarely allows that on a good day but at the moment Michael and his bed are covered in the stench of a stink pellet. Harry hisses at him.

“You set the stink off on purpose and expect him to snuggle with you?” Anthony scoffs. He rolls his eyes until they land on Tiger. “Course the whole room is going to stink for a while. Sucks to be you guys.”

“What?”

Anthony smirks, twirls his wand towards his own bed once more, and casually announces, “If you want to avoid the stink, Tiger, you can join me in my bunk.”

“What?” Michael screeches. “You can’t- He’s my cat-!”

Harry, deciding this is by far the funniest option and frankly hoping that Anthony really does have some way to prevent the stink of the pellets from penetrating his bunk, immediately saunters over and hops onto Anthony’s bed.

“Hey,” says Terry, “Anthony, can I-”

“No, you can suffer,” Anthony says without missing a beat.

“At least tell me what spells you used!” cries Stephen, who likewise doesn’t set off his stink pellet.

“I just combined odor-eliminating charms to get rid of the stench in the air and a scent-masking charm to stop the linens from letting out more of it,” says Anthony.

Stephen squeaks something like offense. “Those don’t work on stink pellets and dungbombs! They’re charmed against those!”

Anthony just hums doubtfully. Michael continues moaning dramatically about being betrayed, Terry laughs while Kevin just pouts.

“Well, I’m not going to suffer this stench anymore,” announces Anthony. “Goodnight, everyone.”

With that, he slips into the bed with Harry, closes his curtains, and casts a quietening charm on them to effectively shut out the rest of the room. Harry is surprised and relieved to find that it also shuts out the stink of the pellets entirely, and he breathes fresh, clean feeling air instead.

Anthony then stops, runs a hand through his blond hair, eyes Harry – who eyes him back – and he chuckles. “Magizoologist specialist variations of the charms,” he explains. “They’re not nearly as widely known, so the joke shops that manufacture the pellets don’t bother countering them. My cousin Rolf taught me the spells last year after I complained about Michael letting off a dungbomb for the thousandth time.”

Oh, that is clever. The household odor-eliminating charms that everyone, even Harry at this point, knows may not work on those pranks, but a different spell would.

Anthony rolls his eyes fondly. Another second, and the fix once more on Harry, examining him more closely with a scrutinizing gaze. “You know, you really are remarkably intelligent for a cat. I can see you setting off the stink pellets before we get back, but actually hiding them in our beds? Hm…”

Uh oh. Harry meows as cutely as he can, hoping it distracts Anthony from that line of thought.

He doesn’t quite know if he’s successful or not, but Anthony shakes his head. “Well, whatever. Alright, budge over,” he says finally. “I like you, but I don’t cuddle.”

To make his point clear, Anthony carefully nudges him. Harry backs up without any sort of fuss, allowing Anthony to take his own bed. Harry decides, partly out of thanks to Anthony for allowing him the clean air of this little bed nook, especially since the stench is entirely Harry’s fault to begin with, to in fact let Anthony have the bed in its entirety and wanders down to curl up on the flat wood past the foot of the mattress itself.

Anthony watches him choose his spot, smiles gently, and conjures a warm, soft blanket that Harry can happily bunch up and wrap around himself comfortably.

(A thought passes through Harry’s head idly, like a snowflake trapped on the gentlest of breezes, taking a butterfly’s fluttering, ambling path to the ground. He curls up to sleep, and as he dozes, that thought which crosses him is this: are cats just treated better than humans? Or is the difference Michael, and Anthony, and Terry instead of his friends as Harry? The contented hearth in Harry’s breast doesn’t truly care, but a wriggling boil in his gut roars at the thought that it just might be the latter.)

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The next morning, the smell is mostly gone, but everyone still gets ready quickly and loiters in the common room rather than the dorm. (Harry, who when he places the stink pellets doesn’t actually know whose beds are whose, wonders if they’ll forget that the pellets are planted in all the beds, and whether they’ll remember to remove the one from the unused bed above Terry’s. He hopes not.)

Michael takes Harry up to the common room with them, although he’s already talking through his day, explaining to Harry that he can’t actually bring Harry with him to the Great Hall for mealtimes during events – the handing out of timetables at breakfast today being one of them, and the other being mainly feasts for holidays and the like. Basically, if all students are expected to be present at one time and required to sit at their respective house tables rather than the more casual meals they usually have, pets aren’t particularly welcome at the table.

Part of Harry thinks, Great, I don’t have to go to the Halloween Feast. Maybe if he just hides under Michael’s blankets when the time comes, and doesn’t even leave the Ravenclaw dorms, he can get through one Halloween without something horrible happening.

Yeah… that’s probably too much to ask for. Not that Harry isn’t going to try.

(Granted, except for his name being called for the Triwizard Tournament, none of those horrible things actually happen to Harry… The troll doesn’t count on account of him actively leaving the safety of his house to find Hermione. But the point still stands. Halloween is not an auspicious day.)

But even though Harry will be left here for now and will have time to explore more thoroughly once everyone leaves for breakfast, this is Harry’s first real opportunity to get a look at the Ravenclaw Common Room. The house elf kind of bundles him right on through to the dorm itself when he first arrives.

It’s two main “rooms” separated by an archway. The stairs that they climb to get here from the dorms spits them out just on the deeper side of that archway, into a room with the signature high vaulted ceilings and tall windows that Harry comes to expect from Ravenclaw locations. The wood is all a deep bronze, with a fireplace directly in the center of the room making a statement.

On the other side of the archway, the wood is all painted white, giving the room a brighter feel despite there being fewer windows to let in the ample morning sunlight. A statue of Rowena Ravenclaw stands in an alcove on the far side, where stairs descend and wrap around the room.

Looking up, Harry sees more of the constellations painted there that he sees in the bronze-wood half of the common room, but the center is open, allowing a great chandelier with hanging banners draping down from it to descend through the hole from the floor above.

Is there a second floor? There are stairs up right next to the stairs down to the dormitories, and the suits of armor that guard the female side of the dorms only guard the way down on that side, so up might be another common area.

Michael sees Harry looking up and whispers, “I’ll show you the roof later,” as he scratches the top of Harry’s head.

Beyond that, the Ravenclaw Common Room isn’t too different from the Gryffindor or Slytherin ones. Different vibe, obviously, and décor, but it’s still generally just full of carpets covering the floors, and tables and chairs for hanging out or studying at. The principle of the place is the same.

Well, with the exception of the astonishingly massive bookcase in the bronze-wood part of the room. Gryffindor definitely doesn’t have one of those, and Harry can’t remember anything quite like it in his single foray into Slytherin, either.

“Oh, look! Michael got a cat!”

Harry looks over to the approaching girls. And then his heart leaps to his throat.

Oh, shoot. Harry does not consider that Cho is a Ravenclaw. And she’s coming closer with a couple of her girl friends, giggling and cooing at him.

Ah. Right. Because he’s a cat.

“Aw, he’s so cute!” Marietta Edgecombe says. “Can we pet him?”

Michael looks at Harry, who starts squirming a little with the girls fawning over him (Nope! Bad!) but otherwise just kind of freezes.

And since Harry is usually quite good about making it known if he protests to being pet, Michael assumes he must be fine with it. Still, thankfully, he doesn’t just say yes and instead goes with a warning. “He can be kind of fickle about that sometimes, but you’re welcome to try.”

Marietta and the other girl whose name Harry can’t recall ever hearing allow Cho to try to pet him first. She giggles as she smoothly passes her hand over his head, pushing back his ears, and then lets it flow smoothly down his back.

Harry… does not know how to respond to this.

On one hand, he feels a little like he’s going to be sick. His body flushes with heat and he knows if he were human right now he’d be beet red. His throat is dry; it’s hard to swallow over the lump there. His brain is totally fuzzy.

It’s more embarrassing than his disastrous attempt to ask her to the Yule Ball last year, somehow, and she of course has no idea that he’s him and not a cat, so she just keeps petting him, delighted.

And Harry realizes with a jerk that he’s purring.

Heck. No. This can’t be allowed to continue. Harry tries to nip her just to get her to stop because he cannot deal with his crush petting him. The moment she does, he buries his head into the crook of Michael’s elbow and wishes silently to simply die.

“Oh, that’s interesting…” a very different voice says airily. “I thought I felt a wrackspurt zooming around here, but they’re not usually attracted to cats.”

A what? Harry risks lifting his head again to get a look at the new girl who approaches the group.

She looks maybe a little younger, though close enough that it’d be harder to tell if Cho and her friends weren’t older, giving a bigger contrast. So, perhaps in Ginny’s year. But she gives off an aura of distinct dottiness. Her pale blonde hair is braided intricately with… some kind of ornaments that look like beets woven into it. She wears her uniform, but with a necklace of butterbeer caps and without shoes. Her wide eyes give off a permanently surprised expression, which makes her staring him down somehow kind of intimidating.

(Harry likes her immediately, but much like with Terry is also very nervous that she’s dangerous to him being undercover here. Terry is too smart, but this girl seems like she’s just weird enough to jump to the idea that he’s actually a human pretending to be a cat fairly quickly. Harry knows how much confirmation bias helps keep his secret.)

“Hey, Luna,” Michael says, sounding equal parts exasperated and fond. The group of older girls, however, roll their eyes together and whisper amongst themselves. Harry is too busy dying of embarrassment to care to eavesdrop.

Luna doesn’t even ask, doesn’t hesitate for a single second. She just reaches out, scratches Harry on this one spot near the underside of his neck that has him purring and rolling to expose that spot and get more, and then she’s rudely pulling those fingers away and Harry is left to recover from just how quickly he melts for that.

(He shoves his face back into Michael. Just kill him now.)

“That’s a very special cat, Michael,” Luna says dreamily. “I’m glad you’re taking care of him.”

“Er… thanks,” says Michael, obviously confused. With a bit more spirit, he adds, “He is special, isn’t he? He’s so smart.”

“Oh, you should do something fun with him, though. He needs more positive thoughts to drive away the wrackspurts.”

“…I’ll do that. Thanks. See you later, Luna.”

And Luna skips away, humming some jaunty tune Harry doesn’t recognize.

“Merlin, what a weirdo,” Marietta sighs. Harry’s ear twitches.

“Anyway,” Harry can’t tell from Cho’s tone whether she’s agreeing with her friend or trying to avoid the subject, “we’ll see you at breakfast, Michael. Don’t take too long.”

“Yeah, I’ll be down soon,” he says. When the girls are gone, he refocuses his attention on Harry, “Alright, Tiger, I got to go. But…” Michael frowns, torn. “I really don’t want to keep you cooped up all day. I know the castle house elves will keep you safe, but… will you really come back if I let you out into the castle on your own?”

That is a very, very fair question. As soon as just yesterday, the answer would have been a resounding no, but Harry does decide to stick with Michael at least until the break. There’s just nowhere to go from Hogwarts, so he has to get back to London at least before escape is worthwhile.

And, frankly, if Ron and Hermione, and therefore Dumbledore and all those witches and wizards Dumbledore sets to spying on Harry’s house of the summer, are looking for him, it’ll be safest not to actively be on the run.

Dumbledore especially, the clever wizard he is, might put together that the cat travelling the countryside is very much like Sirius in his dog form doing the same thing only last year while Harry was part of the tournament. But he won’t have any reason to suspect a student’s pet, nor that Harry would be at Hogwarts at all.

Confirmation bias is a hell of an ally. But it sure does mean that Hogwarts is currently the safest place for Harry, and therefore he no longer has any reason to escape from Michael.

But how is Harry supposed to convince him of that when he spends the entire few days they know each other trying increasingly extreme methods of escaping?

Harry considers that question for a while, but eventually settles on simply stretching up and licking the tip of Michael’s nose.

Michael visibly trembles with the effort of keeping himself together. “What, you think you can just do something cute, and I’ll give you whatever you want?” he asks sternly.

Harry tilts his head, then butts it up into Michael’s chin.

Michael breaks. “Well, you’re absolutely right,” he coos. “Let’s get out of here.”

They leave the common room and Michael laughs all the way up until the point where he actually has to let Harry go. His grip tightens for a moment. “…Please come back, Tiger. I’m trusting you, here, because you didn’t really try to escape last night, and I’m hoping that means you actually do want to be with me. So… go explore, and come back to me with some elaborate prank planned, okay?

“I really need you to come back…”

Harry feels a kiss to the top of his head, and he twists around to touch his nose to Michael’s to hopefully reassure him, and then he is released into Hogwarts.

[readingforsanity]

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets | JK Rowling | Published 1998 | *SPOILERS*

Ever since Harry Potter had come home for the summer, the Dursleys had been so mean and hideous that all Harry wanted was to get back to the Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardy. But just as he's packing his bags, Harry receives a warning from a strange impish creature who says that if Harry returns to Hogwarts, disaster will strike.

And strike it does. For in Harry's second year at Hogwarts, fresh torments and horrors arise, including an outrageously stuck-up new professor and a spirit who haunts the girls' bathroom. But then the real trouble begins - someone is turning Hogwarts students to stone. Could it be Draco Malfoy, a more poisonous rival than ever? Could it possibly be Hagrid, whose mysterious past is finally told? Or could it be the one everyone at Hogwarts most suspects...Harry Potter himself!

Harry Potter finds himself back with the Dursleys despite wanting to be anywhere else. He hasn't heard from Ron Weasley or Hermione Granger, or Hagrid, and he wonders if their friendships didn't mean anything to them like they did to him.

While hiding away from his aunt and uncle during a business dinner, Harry is introduced to Dobby the house-elf, who comes bearing warning that Harry shouldn't return to Hogwarts, there is to be great danger at the school this year. However, Harry doesn't heed Dobby's warning, and with help from the Weasley boys, Harry is rescued from the Dusleys in the middle of the night and taken back to their home, affectionately called the Burrow.

For the last month of term, Harry has a wonderful time. They end up meeting Hermione in Diagon Alley to do their back to school shopping and eventually, they find themselves heading for the train station to return to Hogwarts. Everyone is able to get through to the platform with no issue, but when Ron and Harry attempt to breach the wall between platforms 9 and 10, they find that the barrier has suddenly closed.

With no other options available to them, Ron steals his fathers old Ford Anglia, that he has bewitched to be both invisible and fly. Despite doing what he knows to do, the car refuses to remain hidden but soon, they find themselves flying out of London, trailing after the Hogwarts Express into the clouds. However, the car begins to tremble and whine, having never flown so far before.

Luckily, they are able to land, albeit, into a massive tree, onto the school grounds. Unlucky for them, the three happens to be a Whomping Willow, a tree known to fight back. Escaping with their lives, only just, the car takes off into the Forbidden Forest, and they are found by Professor Snape.

They are each given detention, though it could have been worse. Ron missed Ginny, his younger sister, through the sorting ceremony, but she is also a Gryffindor, something he is quite proud of.

Thus begins their new school year. Everything begins normally, as normal for Hogwarts as it can get, but soon, a terrible tragedy occurs. Something is attacking the students of Hogwarts, but not any old students, Muggle-born students who have no magical ties to the world other than themselves.

The first to be struck is Argus Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris. Despite not being a magical being herself, Filch is determined to be a Squib, one who is born into a magical family but doesn't possess any magical abilities themselves. Unsure why she was targeted, Filch is downright upset about it and begins taking it out on the students themselves.

Over time, more students are attacked, and Harry begins to question if he is going crazy or not. He begins hearing a voice within the walls, a voice that only he can hear or understand, it seems. Nobody else can hear it. When after Mrs. Norris was attacked a message is left on the wall stating that "The Chamber of Secrets has Been Opened; Enemy of the Heir, Beware", they know that the Heir of Slytherin is to blame, and that a strange monster is doing the attacks, but nobody knows who the heir is nor do they know what type of monster it is.

Believing that Malfoy himself could be the heir, or at least know who it may be, the trio begin making a Polyjuice Potion with the intent that they would steal hair from three Slytherins in order to question Malfoy, of which they accomplish during the Christmas holidays when the castle is less busy.

While Ron and Harry turn into Malfoy's goons, Crabbe and Goyle, Hermione refuses to join them as something has come up so the two set off. Unfortunately for them, they don't come out with any new information despite the location of hidden Dark Arts artifacts hidden within the Malfoy Manor, of which Ron plans to inform his father of.

When they return to the girls' bathroom where they were making the potion, Moaning Myrtle, the resident ghost of the bathroom, one whom cries and whines quite a bit and is the reason why the bathroom has been deemed unsuable, shares that Hermione hadn't turned into a female member of Slytherin House, but instead has turned herself into a cat, as the hair she had picked off happened to be from a feline friend of Millicent Balustrode.

With Hermione at the hospital wing for several weeks, the boys feel like aren't getting anywhere, andpeople continue to be attacked. However, that appears to have slowed down. Harry is deemed a freak once again after during a dueling club lesson, he speaks in Parselmouth, the ability to speak to snakes, and now people think that he is the heir of Slytherin, as Slytherin himself had been a known Parselmouth and is the reason the Slytherin House animal is a serpent.

All the while, Ron's younger sister begins to act weirdly over time, and after a while, they begin to get worried about her but she tells them not to fret. Eventually, Harry comes into possession of a diary that once belonged to a student named Tom Marvolo Riddle, who had been a student more than fifty years before.

When Harry is able to decipher how to speak into the diary, Tom decides to show him the memory of what had happened 50 years prior when the Chamber had been opened the first time. Within the memory, Tom is requesting to stay at Hogwarts over the summer holidays to the headmaster at the time, a man named Dippet, but because of the same attacks on students as present times, he has to refuse Tom's request.

Tom then goes in search for the culprit, finding a young, 13-year-old Hagrid with the supposed monster of the Chamber. This is how Hagrid had come to be expelled during his third year at Hogwarts, and instead became gamekeeper of the grounds. The monster in question was a spider, but this doesn't seem to be the right kind of monster, to Harry.

After Hermione is attacked after seemingly going to research something regarding the type of monster, Ron and Harry learn that she had discovered that the monster of the Chamber is a basilisk, a giant serpent and the reason behind why only Harry can hear it when it is moving within the walls of the school, using the plumbing in order to get out.

When Ginny is kidnapped and taken into the chamber itself, Ron and Harry go to their new defense against the dark arts teacher, Gilderoy Lockhart, to give them the information. However, despite having written many books of his feats against the Dark Arts, none of it was true and he plans to leave the school but the two of them force him to join them.

They go to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, as it is discovered that she was the student who had been killed 50 years ago when the basilisk was let loose in the plumbing last time. She had mistakenly looked right into its eyes, being killed instantly and has been a ghost ever since.

Harry is able to open up an opening at a sink in order to get into the chamber, and the three of them clamber down. However, Lockhart attempts to attack the two of them but it backfires when he uses Ron's broken wand, after the Whomping Willow had crushed it at the beginning of the year. In doing so, Ron and Lockhart are separated from Harry.

Harry continues on, locating Ginny, albeit in an unconscious, coma-like state, and meets Tom Riddle, sort of in the flesh. He explains to Harry that this isn't the first time they're meeting, as he is Lord Voldemort, and that HE is the heir of Slytherin. The two end up battling, and with the help of Dumbledore's beloved phoenix, Fawkes, and the help of a sword provided from inside of the Sorting Hat, Harry is able to defeat the basilisk once and for all.

In an attempt to get rid of the diary, Harry uses a fang from the basilisk that had broken off, and stabs the inside of it, causing the memory of Voldemort to simply vanish.

When Harry returns from the depths of the chamber, he is truthful in what had happened to those around him, and Ginny is okay albeit a little shook up. The three friends go to the end of term feast, where they learn that their exams have been cancelled in celebration and they agree to remain in touch again over the summer.

[polychr0matic]

Chapter One.

King’s Cross Station was bustling with people, as per usual, and I stood side by side with my father, Sirius Black, looking around for the rest of our usual party that met before boarding the elusive Hogwarts Express; Uncle James, Aunt Lily, and their son Harry, who also happened to be one of my best mates and cousin by proxy. A smile lights up my facial features upon seeing the familiar mop of unruly curls and green eyes, two things I had grown quite fond of over the years, not that I would ever admit it out loud of course.

“Astri!” 

“Harry!”

We embrace and I laugh airily before releasing first, taking the time to look him over and nodding in approval. He looked much more put together than last year and for that, I was grateful and I knew he was as well, especially since he had laid his eyes on a particular redhead that was a year below us. A smirk replaces the smile I wore at the thought, giving him a knowing look and laughing again when I see the tips of his ears flush red.

“You look great, by the way. I think Ginny will be pleased.” I nudge him lightly with my elbow and he returns it, the tip of his nose now matching his ears.

“Thanks, but hush it. Mum and dad will never let me live it down if they find out.”

I roll my eyes affectionately before turning to my Uncle James and Aunt Lily, offering them a wave of my own before I’m lifted up into the air by Uncle James, a squeal falling from my lips.

“There’s my favourite little star! It’s so good to see you. Been too long, it has. Right, Lilypad?” He looks over at his wife, who now matched her son with how red she was upon hearing the nickname he had donned for her back in their years at Hogwarts, sweet really. I giggle and slap his arm playfully, silently telling him to put me down, which he does, and I look up at him with a nod of my head.

“It has been too long, but we’ll see each other at Christmas. A whole week and a half of me, along with your best mate, whom I’m surprised you aren’t sick of yet after all these years.” 

Harry snorts and Aunt Lily laughs, quickly covering her mouth as my father’s own mouth drops open with a shocked, “Hey now!”

I give him an innocent look and he grumbles before ruffling my hair, to which I shriek in protest, rushing over to my Aunt Lily who immediately springs into action and begins to fix it, her touch gentle and full of love. She smooths some of the golden curls down and tucks a few stray ones behind my ears, the same green eyes as Harry’s looking into my silver ones and smiling softly.

“You look more and more like your mother every single day, Astri. A lovely young woman and she would be proud.”

A lump forms in my throat then that I struggle to swallow, feeling the backs of my eyes prick with unshed tears. My mother was Marlene McKinnon, a singularly gifted and formidable witch, taken too soon by none other than the Dark Lord himself. I never got the chance to truly meet her, but her memory still lived on through my father and everyone else that knew her, it just was nowhere near close to being the same as actually having her here. I was going into my fifth year and she had not gotten to see any of it, not seeing me grow or getting my wand from Ollivanders, nothing. It hurt, I would not deny, although I was incredibly thankful for the people I did have. But how could anyone replace my mother? They could not and I was reminded of that fact all the time.

“Thanks you, Aunt Lils.” I manage to choke out and the woman pulls me in for a warm hug, the familiar scent of sugar and amber invading my senses, comforting and one of my favourite combinations. The pair of us had made a deal long ago that she would always be there, taking on the things that my father deemed too hard to handle and boy, did that come in handy. I smile as she kisses my cheek and steps back, looking up at her husband then.

Harry makes a face at the loving look his parents share before chiming in, “We better get a move on or we’re going to miss the train. I don’t fancy having a repeat of my second year.” He grimaces as Uncle James guffaws, earning a smack to the arm from Aunt Lily. I burst into a fit of giggles and quickly stifle them with an enclosed fist, sharing a look with my father as his eyes twinkle with a mixture of mischief and faux disapproval.

“I’m just glad Astri wasn’t there. I would’ve had to come after you and Ron for that.” My father says, reaching up to clap Harry on the back, giving a small squeeze and a now stern look.

Harry falters and opens his mouth to speak when I quickly intervene, “As if you and the Marauders didn’t do things that were twice as bad, if not more so!”

He gives me a look as we all start walking, pushing our trolleys with our trunks, making our way to Platform 9 3/4’s with haste. “I wasn’t a dad back then.”

I roll my eyes and nudge him with a shake of my head, to which he returns; all in good fun. That was the type of relationship I had with my father and truth be told, I wouldn’t change it for the world. He was lenient, but when he needed to make a point and be heard, especially when it came to being a single father of a teenage witch, he was ruthless, relentless, and everything else in-between. I tried my best not to bring that side out of him too often, but it had happened in the past and I did not want to rehash that, no thank you.

We all manage to make it to the platform on time and Harry goes first, followed by Uncle James and Aunt Lily, leaving the two sole members of the Black family, looking at each other with mirrored mischievous facial expressions.

“Together?” He asks.

“Together.” I confirm.

We turn back to face the barrier and with a running start, we walk through and are met with an abundance of witches and wizards alike, along with the gleaming Hogwarts Express, steam billowing out of the top and the whistle blowing to signify that we would be taking off soon. I turn to my father and the mischievous looks are long gone, now replaced with a sense of sadness. I feel it, too, and was more than likely showing it as well. I could not help it and it was the same every year. Not that I minded; having something to miss just meant that you had something to lose.

“Bye dad. I’ll miss you.”

He chuckles and quickly pulls my petite frame into his arms, giving a squeeze as he rocks back and forth for a moment, hand on my head as he kisses the top of it. “I’ll miss you, too. Don’t you forget to write and I’ll see you at Christmas.”

I nod and inhale deeply, memorising the moment and filing it away with all the others before pulling back, both of our sets of silver eyes shining with unshed tears. We both bark out a laugh and I grab my trolley, beginning to push it to the designated area for all student belongings.

“I love you, my star.”

My heart clenches as I glance over my shoulder, seeing that one tear had slipped from his eye and was now rolling down his cheek. The whistle blew again and I had to resist the urge to turn all the way around, running back to him and refusing to board. I continue to push the trolley and once I’m far enough away, I angle my head over my shoulder once more and shout, “I love you, too!” with a grin and he returns it, along with a wave as he reconnects with Uncle James and Aunt Lily, the latter of which was a complete mess of tears as she watches after her only son, who now stood beside me.

Harry sniffles, “Ready?”

I blink a couple of times, choosing not to acknowledge his own red-rimmed eyes, and softly say, “Ready.”

We drop our trolleys off and make our way onto the train, moving down the aisle as we look for an empty compartment, finding one after a few tries and settling in. The pair of us sit in silence for a spell, which was fine with me as it gave us time to compose ourselves, before Ron Weasley popped his head in.

“There you are! I was looking everywhere for you two!”

Harry and I look up simultaneously at the youngest Weasley boy, who had now entered the compartment and took his usual place next to Harry. They engage in pleasantries before Hermione Granger and Luna Lovegood enter as well, much to my relief. There was far too much testosterone going on for my liking.

“Astri, you look lovely,” Luna says, taking a seat on my left, a dreamy smile present on her face. Besides Harry, Luna was my best friend, the two of us joined at the hip ever since our first year and Harry was sorted into Gryffindor, myself into Ravenclaw. I did not think I would find a friend as good as him until she came along, which was saying something. She truly was one of a kind and I could not have been more grateful for her.

“Thanks, Luna. You look quite lovely yourself, as do you, Hermione.” I smile at both girls and we soon dive into our own pleasant conversation before Blaise Zabini shows up for Luna, knocking on the compartment door with an uncharacteristically sheepish smile upon his strikingly handsome face. It looked odd, but I knew exactly why, sharing a look with her before she gets up to follow him with a whisper of “I shall return. Watch for the Nargles, they seem to have taken a liking to Ron.” Hermione and I giggle together before she asks, “Is that about what I think it’s about?”

I give her the same look I had just given Luna and I nod, “Oh yes. They’ve been writing each other all Summer and I think this may be the start of the epic love she keeps going on about. Did she tell you?”

Hermione returns the nod and drops her voice lower, glancing over at Harry and Ron to make sure they were not eavesdropping, before continuing, “She did. I told her I thought it was wonderful because despite being a Slytherin, Blaise seems to really like her and why not go for it?”

“I agree. It’s about time someone notices her brilliance.”

We fall back into easy conversation, which I was thankful for considering all the boys’ could talk about was meeting up with Fred and George to prank Peeves before classes started. I rolled my eyes, Harry truly was his father’s son, and looked out the window for a brief period, watching as the scenery passed us by; rolling hills and lush grass that went on forever, it was breathtaking and it also reminded me how fortunate I was to have the life I did, with these friends and all these opportunities. It was like something out of a muggle fairytale and I was determined to make this the best year at Hogwarts yet.

[booksforevermore13]

Perhaps, it's the colours that started the story

Summary: The colour she sees first is the colour of his eyes. Of the boy she singles out in the crowd, just barely eleven, she can tell, yet she doesn't know why she chose him, why when she sees him, she sees the colours.

They were supposed to see the colours together. Instead, she was the one who saw first.

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The colour she sees first is the colour of his eyes. Of the boy she singles out in the crowd, just barely eleven, she can tell, yet she doesn't know why she chose him, why when she sees him, she sees the colours.

His eyes are… they're this colour. This colour she's only heard of from her mother. But she doesn't know what it is, but it isn't black, it isn't white. It isn't grey like the trees. Or perhaps, they are and she doesn't know, because it's the first time she's seeing them. The colours.

But it starts with him.

"Mum," she breathes out, and her eyes are burning, she can hear her heart beating painfully fast, and nothing else. She's trying awfully hard not to cry, but it seems so impossible at the moment.

The boy doesn't see her, but she knows it's him.

"Yes, Ginny dear," she hears her mother say, but she knows her mum's not really listening to her.

"I can see them, Mum. I can see the colours."

Ginny doesn't think her mother hears her, but like a firework in the sky, her world suddenly explodes. She blinks once, twice, and when she opens her eyes the third time, she gasps, for she can see them.

She can see the colours.

His name is Harry, like the Harry she's heard stories of, and she's looking at him, taking all of him in, for he's here. He's finally here.

He wants to know how to get to Platform Nine and Three Quarters.

She can't bring herself to say.

Ginny doesn't know why she chose him, if it was his eyes, or because he was handsome - but because, for the first time in her life, Ginny finds herself silenced in his presence. The Ginny Weasley, the girl who had to be told to shut up a thousand times every day, had finally done so. And all because of him.

She wonders if he'd started seeing the colours too. Or maybe he just hadn't seen her yet.

She thinks it's a good time to step forward now. To make her seen.

"That red wall, dear? You need to walk right through it," her mother says. "Right in the middle."

"Um… I'm sorry ma'am," he gulps. "R-red? What wall?"

Ginny's heart sinks at that, but she still keeps on repeating to herself.

He just hadn't seen her yet.

Her mum frowns, and then as if realising something crucial to the story, like she had, she smiles. "You can't see the colours as well, can you, dearie? Our Ginny here too` can't see them."

I can see them now, Mum. I can see the colours.

Her mother pulls her in front, and Harry looks at her, grins, but there's no spark. No glint, no surprise, like she thought she'd see. She'd hoped she'd see. He doesn't see them.

He doesn't see the colours.

"Hello," he says, but she can't bring herself to say it back. She's too busy holding back tears.

His eyes don't seem so magical at the moment.

Why couldn't he see the colours too?

What did she do wrong?

"Can't you," she whispers, "can't you see them?"

"See what?"

"The colours."

He smiles ruefully, shrugs, as if it didn't matter to him. Ginny wants to scream at him, tell him it mattered to her, tell him she was seeing them, for the first time in her life, why wasn't he?

"Maybe I'm not meant to."

Her heart sinks, and she struggles not to cry, slowly slinking behind her mother's back.

After they all go home, her mum and her dad, and only her, she lies on her bed, late at night, and cries her eyes out.

…

The colours were simply hues of grey to lift her from her monochrome existence. Each one was like a subtle sea over the other, noticeable, but submissive to the stone underneath. She'd shown just a glimpse, just a fraction of her inner spirit, and he'd flocked to her like a lost child.

Except he wasn't the one lost. She was. He'd used that. He'd used her.

Once, he'd told her she was stupid. Stupid to be running after someone she couldn't reach.

Ginny agreed with him. She thought he was right.

"When are you going to stop clawing for something that's never going to happen?"

At least Tom had been right about something.

If she thinks about it, he'd been right about everything.

"When are you going to accept that you were the only one meant to?"

Sometimes, she doesn't know if it's his voice in her head or hers. If it's him speaking or her. She'd lost that ability months ago when she'd let him speak for her. When she'd let him be her.

She was never going to let anyone do that to her. Ever again.

And if that meant she'd have to let Harry go, then so be it. If she had to believe that that day, she'd been the only one with colours, then that would have to do.

"Soulmates don't exist, you silly girl."

She'd been stupid to believe they did.

…

Ginny moves on.

It takes time, but it's not just overnight you wake up and finally feel like yourself.

But fifth year, when she makes the Quidditch team, she feels this might be it.

Ginny knows she should have made it her second year. Not three years later. But second year, when her days had gone by with her mostly avoiding the looks of disgust she got in the corridors and the pity she didn't ask for from her professors, her brothers constantly looking over her every second of every day, tryouts had been a mere lingering thought in her mind. And if that hadn't been enough, the team hadn't been holding any that year.

In a way, her second year had been far worse than her first. In a way, it hadn't.

Ginny moves on though.

She moves on.

She can still see the colours. They haven't left yet. She doesn't think they ever will. It's the same with Harry. He's there, but he isn't. Not in the way she'd like him to be, but she figures, maybe it's just her screwed over. Maybe while putting two people together, they did her up wrong. She doesn't mind. Or maybe, she does.

Right now, she feels, the right word is indifferent.

That's why, when she kisses Dean, she does so, because she wants to. They're not soulmates, they could never be, but in all true sense, he's a good kisser, and she likes him.

And in all true sense, when he tells her he loves her, she's guilty because she knows she'll never really say it back. Even though he deserves to hear it. But she won't. She can't.

"Hey." Ginny turns around, grinning at Harry while he jogs over to her. "Sickle for your thoughts?" he says as he comes to a stop, and she tosses him his gloves, while she slipped on hers. All his years playing Quidditch had done him good, clearly, and once when, she had been the one taller than him, had turned into him standing well over a foot above her.

"Oh, you're going to need much more than a sickle," she teases, walking beside him to the castle grounds. She's early for practice, she nearly always is, and she suspects it's partly because she knows he'll be early too.

"I'm sure."

Ginny glances at him through the corner of her eye, wondering if he could see the colours now. It's been years since she'd asked him. She didn't want to now. Now, she never did.

"Lucky for you, I'm in the mood for some chit-chat," she continues, and he shoots her a mirthful glance, and Ginny wiggles her eyebrows.

"Lucky for me."

"Oh, you bet it is." She shoves him, and he laughs, his voice deeper than what it was before. It's more attractive too, she can't help but notice.

"I've a date with Dean today," she announces, beckoning him to set into a run. She easily keeps pace as they jog around the field, her, slightly tense as to his reply.

But he's silent. Ginny frowns. Her dates are usually a good conversation-starter for her brother, and Harry isn't much different from him. She'd expected him to at least balk, like the numerous times Ron had done.

"That usually requires a reply, you know?"

"Do you want to go?" Harry asks, surprising her, and she looks at him, appearing to be amused when she really wasn't.

If she had been in the mood to be truthful, she'd have said no. Ginny didn't want to go. Not with Dean Thomas.

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason."

They're silent then. They're silent after. Ginny can't help the tugging feeling in her gut, that's pushing her to ask that one question, that single piece of information that she's been dying to know since… forever. But she won't, because it's been years since she'd chased something she couldn't reach and she wasn't going to do it again.

But in the end, she wins. Tom loses.

"Can you see them?" she asks finally. "The colours?"

It's like a flash, like a jolt. His expression changes, and he grins at her, his ridiculously handsome boyish grin, and she's almost dreading the answer because she knows what it's going to be. Because she knows this is where she finally learns she's not the one.

"I do," he says, and his grin widens. "I can see all of them."

She nods, smiling at him, when really, she feels crushed, defeated.

She chose him. Evidently, they didn't share the same equation.

"I do want to," she says finally, "go on that date with Dean."

Ginny turns away after, blinks back tears.

...

Ginny wasn't a Seeker.

She was a damn Chaser.

She didn't catch the Snitch.

She caught the Quaffle.

So, the fact that she currently had a bright, golden Quaffle, clasped in her fingers while she lay squat in the middle of the field was something that she should be positively yelling about.

And yet, she sits still, Snitch clasped in her fingers, for really, yelling is the last thing she wants to do now. All she can really do is look at it.

And all she can think is that if this was what it felt, catching the Snitch, holding it taught against her palm, its wings fluttering against her skin, then she finally understood why Harry did it. The thrill he felt. The thrill she feels now. She's felt it before when she beat out Cho for it, but this, this feels different. This feels more real somehow.

And then she hears yelling, and she's laughing, yelling along, as Peakes and Coote lifts her up in the air, as she raises her hand, showing her team the golden snitch.

This, this is where she belongs. Where she's meant to be.

Ginny jumps down, letting Peakes and Coote pull her into a hug, pulling Ron into one herself, and through all of it, every single smile, and every single laugh, part of her is just dying to see Harry. Part of her just wants to tell him that she caught the bloody Snitch.

So, when she sees him, at the bottom of the stairs of the boy's dormitory, she laughs, and sets into a run, and as she launches herself at him, he pulls her close by her waist, and kisses her. In front of fifty watching Gryffindors, he kisses her, his lips like a dream against hers, as she wraps her arms around him.

And after several long moments, when they do finally break apart, she's laughing, startled, of course, but she's laughing. She's happy.

Harry grins down at her, his green eyes like the tinted glass jars her mother kept at home (as if he was already part of her home), and gestures wordlessly at the door.

She's smiling, but when she nods, she allows him to guide her away.

…

"I see the colours," he tells her as the Common Room door closes behind them.

She smiles, walking along beside him, letting the walls guide them to the grounds.

"When did you see them?"

"I don't know. One day, I just did."

She smiles harder, not knowing if she could ever quite stop. Harry's looking at her, as if he's waiting for her to say something, but she doesn't. So he goes on.

"I think… i-it was while I was at the Burrow," he says, "or, I don't know, but I saw you, and then I saw your eyes. I saw brown, this warm chocolate brown and then it sort of, just —"

" - exploded," she said for him.

"Yeah."

He asks her now, for it's his turn. "When did you see them?"

Ginny smiles ruefully, glancing away at that. She isn't so sure if she should reveal it, for revealing that would mean sharing something that had haunted her for as long as she could remember. It was the first time she had felt unwanted, like an extra piece in a puzzle.

For her, finding her soulmate had always meant that one thing in one's life that would make them feel as if they'd found their other someone. It was what her mother had told her when she was young, it was what her mum had felt when she'd met Dad.

But at that time, hers had been anything but.

"I… uh, same," she stammers. "It happened out of nowhere."

"No, it didn't," Harry shoots her a mirthful glance. And then, like clockwork, his smile turns into a frown. "It… wasn't at the train station that day, was it?" he asks. "The day we first met?"

Ginny offers him a weak smile, and she supposes it's answer enough, as he breathes in sharply, eyes holding horror, surprise, she couldn't say.

"All this time?"

She shrugs, looking away. "It wasn't up to me," she says, her eyes prickling with tears. "I saw you," she laughs it off, for it's what she's always done, "and then my whole world turned upside down."

"You never said anything."

"How could I? I saw the colours, but you never did."

Harry stops her, grabs hold of her hand, and holds it tight, his hand warm against her cold ones, and she laughs, because kissing him might have felt like a dream, but being with him, here, with her hand locked in his, was hers.

"I'd have tried," he says, "I'd have done anything," and his eyes hold fire she's rarely seen, but that fire, it doesn't burn. It never has.

"We were eleven, Harry," she smiles, slipping her fingers through his. "I didn't even know what love was when I met you. I still don't."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

"I still am."

Ginny laughs, and she bends forward, kissing him like he'd kissed her before, and it's a kiss where she feels stirring in her chest, warm and curious, like she had felt back in the common room. It's a kiss that makes her want another.

"I like the way your hand fits in mine," he whispers against her lips, and she smiles, before he kisses her again.

…

A year and a half later, when she kisses him again, it's among dust and grey. It's among pain and anguish. It's when they're trying hard not to cry, it's when they're trying their best to stay together.

"Are you hurt?" he says urgently, between kisses. "Gin, are you hurt?"

"No, Harry, it's okay, I'm fine."

He breathes out in relief, his lips getting tenser as they stay against hers, until Ginny has to pull away, make him look into her eyes.

"It's over, okay?" she says, holding his face gently, her thumb running over the bruises along his jaw. "It's over."

He looks at her then, and his face crumbles, and Ginny has to breathe in, in sharp gasps as his tears break loose, but hers don't. They slide down against the broken remnants of a wall, and she's hiding her face in his shoulder, as he cries into her lap.

"I'm sorry," he says, over and over again, and Ginny feels her heart breaking, everytime he says so. "This isn't what I wanted," he sobs, "I never wanted them to die."

"This isn't your fault," she whispers, but at this point, she can barely say anything without her voice breaking.

"I'm so sorry," he says again, and Ginny wipes away her tears furiously against his shirt, pulling him up by her hands.

"Hey," she says, "hey, hey." Ginny lifts his face, wiping away his tears as hers break loose. "You have nothing to be sorry for, you hear me, Harry? This is not your fault."

Her voice cracks, and his face falls, and this time, it's him that pulls her in for a hug, as she rests her face against his chest, lets his shirt soak in her tears, while she feels his own against her head.

A year and a half later, when she kisses him again, among the dust and the grey, she knows it just might be for forever.

...

The life she has, it's the life she chose.

The boy she singled out in the crowd, just eleven years old - she picked him out, not because he was famous, but because he had, in the short span of an infinitely long ten seconds, taught her the art of shutting up. That he had, in the course of her life, made her feel like fireworks and danger.

Ginny marries him, builds a family with him, even though she knows it's a risk, but Harry's well worth the risk.

So, one night, a couple of years later, as Harry sits beside her on the couch, her head resting against her shoulder, while he half-pretends to read something about work, when really, he's doing that weird thing and looking at her, Ginny looks up at him and can't help but ask: why did you suddenly fall in love with me?

And it is a moment of quiet, a moment where really his answer is all she's waiting for, among the crackling fire in front of them, the sweet smell of bacon lingering in their kitchen, the steady beat of his heart against his chest, and them, as Harry drops a kiss into her hair.

"It's because when I saw you, I saw the colours. I saw all of them."

...

[daily-hayley568]

could you write a charlie weasley imagine where the reader is the twins best friend and dating charlie in secret and sneaking around together around the holidays/birthdays where the family is all together including her because she’s like family (like harry and hermione)💖

Some Things Are Better Kept Secret|Charlie Weasley

Pairings: Charlie Weasley x fem!reader, platonic Fred weasley x fem!reader, platonic George x fem!reader, dad!sirius x daughter!reader

A/n: I love this! Tysm anon!

Summary: You’ve always been best friends with the twins but their older brother caught your eye.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sexual content, kissing, use of pet names, age gap, forbidden curses, mentions of death, blood

You had been best friends with the Weasley twins since your first year in Hogwarts. You were sorted into Gryffindor and you were inseparable from Fred and George.

Fred and George planned pranksters. You would charm their victims and lead them into the trap. You all tag-teamed.

The first Christmas you spent with the Weasley’s was your second year Christmas break. Your mother was out of town with her friend and you mentioned that you would be staying at Hogwarts but your two best friends couldn’t have it. They owled their parents and Mrs. Weasley insisted you came to their Christmas. Said she heard so much about the girl who the twins loved.

When you rode the train you sat in the compartment with the twins, and Lee Jordan. Four kids in a compartment playing exploding snap all the way to the train station.

When you arrived at the Burrow, you were attacked by Ron and Ginny, the younger ones. They were so excited to meet the girl that Fred and George couldn’t shut up about.

“Fred talks about you all the time. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You looked up at the older boy. You knew him as the Gryffindor seeker. It was Charlie Weasley; and he was much more handsome closer then the distance from the pitch.

You swallowed quickly before taking his offered hand in the shake, you rose your eyebrows smirking at Fred and George. “You can’t shut up about me. How sweet.”

Fred rolled his eyes, “You’ve been mentioned.”

You giggled, releasing your hand from Charlie’s. Realistically you were still a kid and he was almost a full grown man, but you couldn’t help but swoon.

You thought that childhood crush would go away, but it never did.

You were now about to start your fifth year. You were once again at the Burrow for Ginny’s birthday party. When Ginny invited you, you were so excited to see the Weasley’s before school started in September. You knew that they were going to Egypt, so you would be separated from your best friends.

Ginny was going into her second year at Hogwarts; Ron, Harry, and Hermione were going into their third, and Percy had recent news of becoming Head Boy.

“Happy birthday, Ginny!” You smiled entering her room.

“Y/N! You’re here!” Ginny ran up to you pulling into a huge hug. You and Ginny had become even closer after the encounter with Tom Riddle.

You smiled when Fred peaked from behind you, “Didn’t even say hi to your best friends?”

“I said hi to Ginny?” You tilted your head, a mischievous glint in your eye.

Fred hit you upside the head, you chuckled elbowing him. “Where’s my favorite twin? George! There you are.” You squeezed past Fred hugging George.

“Hi, Y/N! I think everyone’s about here now.” George grinned.

You turned reluctantly giving a hug to Fred; who was pouting from receiving no love from his best friend.

You four went downstairs to find the trio; Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They were speaking with Bill and Charlie. Fred elbowed you and you hit him upside the head.

“Y/n!” Harry sprinted to you embracing you. You took it as your duty to keep Harry Potter under your wing. You were like his older sister. You never told him his godfather was your dad, or mentioned that he was in Azkaban.

“Heya, Harry.” You grinned.

Ron and Hermione waved. Bill hugged you and Charlie smiled with a wave, not without noticing a new scar on his arm.

At Ginny’s birthday party, you were sitting on the porch watching your friends play a game.

“You don’t want to join them?” You glanced up at Charlie Weasley taking a seat next to you on the step.

You shook your head, “It was a long travel.”

“I agree, apparating from Romania to here was a lot.”

“I’m sure it was. How are your dragons?”

You had never had a conversation with one-on-one with Charlie Weasley and your butterflies were erupting in your stomach. You wanted to choke them all out one by one.

Oh, Godric. His smile was so pretty, “They’re good. A new baby girl was hatched right before I left; Hungarian Horntail.”

“So many people are scared of those dragons; I know they’re much larger than other breeds and their fireballs are longer distance, but I think they can be cute creatures. People are scared of something that’s territorial and bigger than they are.”

Charlie Weasley rose his eyebrows. He didn’t know you knew so much about dragons, “Woah you’re like a dragon expert yourself.” He chuckled nudging you with his arm.

Your arm in return erupted in goosebumps over the ghost of his touch. Gotta get yourself together; your best friends brother? Really, Y/N.

Your thoughts scolded you. You ignored them anyway and decided to listen to Charlie instead of your angry thoughts and your drumming butterflies.

“I wouldn’t say that. I like reading about animals or just reading general, but I have taken an interest to dragons.”

“Maybe I could show you the reserve sometime.” Your face lit up.

“Yeah, maybe.”

You didn’t see Charlie again until that next Christmas. You couldn’t wait either. You begged Remus and your mum to let you stay for the holidays again. Of course they agreed.

At Christmas dinner, you were squeezed between Fred and George. You encouraged them to give the Marauders Map to Harry; leaving out his dad was Prongs himself.

Charlie sat across from you and you both talked about quidditch and dragons again. He told you about how the baby dragon from Ginny’s birthday was doing and you were so entranced with him, you didn’t even hear George asking if you wanted to play quidditch outside.

The twins shrugged and left you to talk with their older brother. You two were left alone before you realized you should head to bed.

“Would you mind if I owled you to ask on how Roxie is doing?” Roxie was the name of the new baby dragon.

“No! It’d be a pleasure to receive letters about dragons and not my mother scolding me from being too far from home.” You giggled shaking your head.

“Goodnight, Charlie.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

You never told Fred and George you sent letters to Charlie through the rest of fifth year. Remus and your mum knew of course, you couldn’t shut up about Charlie to them. That’s how you and Charlie became good friends.

Then at the end of your fifth year, you were reunited with your father and Harry’s godfather. Harry thought he had been a murderer when he was out, but you knew your dad was innocent. Stories from your mother and Remus made you a firm believer that he was framed. Remus and your mum argued a lot about letting Dumbledore know he was an animagus, of course your mum won that fight.

You loved watching your mum and dad reunite. It was the favorite thing you saw that summer.

You attended the quidditch World Cup with the Weasley’s added Hermione and Harry. You shook your head when your best friends decided to bet all your money.

Worried, but you had full faith in them.

Charlie was there and you gave each small looks. You just turned 17 a few weeks ago. He said he was staying around a bit longer for something he needed to do. You had no idea what.

At the World Cup you and Charlie ended up sitting next to each other on the end. Fred and George were on the other end.

“Who do you think is going to win?” Charlie leaned over to talk in your ear.

You shivered your brain thinking of other times Charlie could be whispering in your ear.

“Ireland. It’s got to be.”

“I agree.” Another dazzling smile from Charlie Weasley himself.

After Ireland won, you and Charlie grinned fist bumping each other. Back at the tent, everyone stayed up for awhile. Arthur rushed everyone to bed after Ginny fell asleep on the table. You and Charlie had slipped out the tent sitting next to each other watching the Irish celebrate their victory.

“You know, I thought you were going to be as annoying as George and Fred are. Then I met you and I was totally wrong.”

“Thanks, though I do cause a lot of trouble with them.”

Over the course of the letters, you and Charlie were now close friends. You still had a raging crush on the boy. His light, platonic touches drove you crazy.

The Weasley family knew about Sirius’ innocence but you told Charlie first. Something ate at you about telling your best friends first, but it was Charlie who you ran to.

“That I also noticed,” Charlie chuckled.

You smiled, “Well I should head to bed. Goodnight Charlie.”

“Night, Love.” You froze at the pet name at the entrance of the tent but you let yourself smile brightly heading into the girl tent.

You knew you didn’t sleep for long when Charlie was shaking you awake, calling your name. You were confused as he pulled you out of tent as you struggled to put your nightrobe on.

“Charlie, what’s going on?”

“Death eaters.”

Your eyes widened as you met everyone in the living room. Fred and George were to take care of Ginny and you were to take care of Harry. Ron and Hermione and you two were to stick together.

Before Charlie took off you both shared a look of stay safe.

You took off with the crowd holding onto Harry’s arm trying to run to the gate, but you both fell getting trampled, becoming unconscious.

When you and Harry woke up, the tents were burned and Harry was stirring beside you. You saw a man and your breath was hesitant, but Harry didn’t.

“Black are you okay?” Harry muttered. The worst time to call each other by last names.

The strange man called the dark mark and you took in a sharp breath but after Harry spoke loud enough the man looked at you both. He ran off.

That’s when you heard a bunch of popping and surrounded by Ministry men. “You’ve be discovered at the scene of the crime!” Barty Crouch shouted.

Barty held a wand to your throat. Arthur came to your rescue. “She’s just a girl!”

“So? She’s Sirius Black’s daughter. He probably sent her to do this himself! Where’s your tent, Arthur.”

Arthur opened up the tent and the rest of the group shot up seeing Harry enter.

“Where’s Y/N?” George asked him and his twin worried sick. Thought he didn’t voice it, Charlie was too. Harry looked at his shoes not responding.

“Get in there!” Barty Crouch shoved you onto the couch.

“What’s going on?” Charlie asked; you looked frustrated.

“Y/N Black was discovered at the scene of the crime! She conjured the dark mark.” Barty accused.

“I didn’t! You can’t arrest me because of my relations? What about you? Your son?” You asked tilting your head and Barty gasped.

“How do you know about that?”

“My father.” You spat. “Check my wand. Check Harry’s wand. I. Didn’t. Cast. It.” Barty took both of your wands and checked it. You both didn’t cast the spell.

“Sorry for the inconvenience.” Barty muttered.

After all that, you were lying in bed and couldn’t sleep. So you walked to a room you knew you could find rest in.

Charlie was still awake when you walked in. “Can I sleep with you? I just-“ you swallowed, your voice small. I cant sleep and I’m scared, Charlie.”

Charlie opened his arms and you climbed on into the bed cuddling in his arms, “What you did was pretty badass.” You giggled.

“Well, I didn’t want to go to Azkaban.”

He grinned, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair. You fell asleep much easier with your head on his chest and him playing with your hair.

That night passed, and you were back at Hogwarts with your best friends. After the first years were sorted , the triwizard tournament was announced. Luckily, you turned 17 last June. You stuck your tongue out at the twins because they didn’t reach the age limit.

You decided why not and you entered the tournament.

Charlie Weasley apparently got wind that you one of the four champions. He was so pissed. You two had never even had an argument until now. He told you that you were just a kid and shouldn’t be doing the dangers that was coming for you.

You were furious. He thought of you as a kid? You didn’t write back for the next month. The four champions were as listed: Y/N Black, Harry Potter, Victor Krum, and Fleur Delacour.

The first task is when you saw Charlie again. You didn’t even look at him. You got the Swedish short-snout. Luckily you knew a lot about this dragon, and the Hungarian Horntail so you gave Harry tips when no one was paying attention.

Before it was your turn, Charlie dragged you privately.

“You’re crazy.”

“Thought I was just a kid.” You hugged. Charlie sighed running a hand through his hair.

“I’m sorry. You’re not a kid. You’re too strong. I was just angry when I wrote that. I just worry about you a lot.” He sighed rubbing a hand up and down your arm.

“Promise me you’ll be careful.”

“I do what it takes to win.”

“Y/n one more thing.” You rose your eyebrows, “I want you to know-“ the cannon shouted and they screamed Black. It was your turn.

Without another word, you ran off to fight your dragon.

You tied first with Harry.

Charlie returned to Romania and you didn’t see him until Christmas. You were getting ready for the third task; you and Harry still tied. You joked about winning this thing together and it seemed possible.

At Christmas, you found yourself alone with Charlie after everyone had gone to bed. You both were sipping tea and just talking. “Have you ever tried firewhiskey?”

You shook your head and Charlie left before bringing back a bottle of it. He poured you and himself a glass. You took a sip letting the warm feeling travel down your throat. “Delicious.”

He chuckled, “Are you worried about the third task?”

You shook your head, “I’ve got Harry. I don’t care if I win.”

He smiled, continuing to sip his whiskey. Maybe you two drank too much. But Charlie ended up kissing you and you kissing him back. He mumbled something about tired dancing around stuff.

You were on the couch, his mouth on yours in a kiss of passion and heat. He slipped his tongue in your mouth and you moaned into his. He chuckled pulling back with a wide grin.

You and Charlie began to sneak around after that. The rest of the holidays ended up with kisses on the couch. You never talked about it after you went back to Hogwarts.

It was time for the third task. You and Harry decided to grab the cup together and it was a portkey. You were taken to a graveyard. You were left unconscious next to the trophy and Harry groaned getting up.

He noticed the grave that read tom riddle on it. He needed to get out of here. Before he could grab you and the key. Wormtail casted a spell to keep him bound to the tree.

He dropped Voldemort in a boiling cauldron, cut his arm off, sliced Harry’s for blood. Voldemort was back.

You were still unconscious when Voldemort talked to Harry.

Voldemort touched Harry’s scar before he noticed you. He kicked you and you let out a groan, stirring. Harry prayed that Voldemort would leave you alone.

“She’s important to you. I can tell.” The noseless man said to the scar boy. “Crucio!” Right as you began to stand you were back on the ground writing in pain, screaming in agony. It felt like needles were being plunged into your skin. Then he released the spell, you could breathe again.

Wrong. “Crucio!” He screamed again and that was the torture. Thinking that it was over but it wasn’t.

You couldn’t stand the pain and you were losing consciousness. Then it all stopped. Were you dead? No. You could hear Harry. Harry was fighting him. Next thing you knew you were back at the stadium, crying to be let go of. You didn’t know who was touching you.

There was cheering but it suddenly stopped when Harry was crying over your body. Your mum and Remus leaped out of the stands running towards you followed by the Weasley kids who were attending Hogwarts.

“Y/N?” George or Fred whispered, you couldn’t tell.

You blinked your eyes open tears spilling, “Harry.” You rasped holding onto his arm. He was sobbing. “It hurts.”

“I know it does, Sis. You got to stay with me your the closest family I have! Y/N!” Charlie was now at your side stroking your hair.

“Are you crying, Charles?” You whispered. “I told I’d win.” You tried to grin but it was more of a grimace.

“I told you to be safe too.” Charlie muttered.

Dumbledore finally arrived with mad-eye moody. “Harry what happened?”

“Voldemort!” He cried, “he’s.. he’s back. He could tell we were close somehow and just started Crucio after Crucio. She went through so many! I thought.. I thought she was dead.” The poor boy was heartbroken at the fact he could’ve lost his sister tonight. Charlie scooped you up and carried you to the hospital wing.

After a couple days of rest, you woke up feeling less painful and Charlie was sitting there. “How are you feeling?”

“Better, since you’re here.” He rolled his eyes with a smile.

“You scared me. I thought you were going to die without me telling you something because I was too afraid too.”

“What’s that?”

“What if you died before I told you I was in love with you?” He whispered grasping your hand.

“Well if I was dead I wouldn’t be able to tell you I’m in love with you too.” He grinned kissing your lips, lightly. He was scared of hurting you.

That summer you, mum, and Remus moved to the Grimmauld Place.

“Dad!”

“Buttercup!” You ran into your fathers embrace with a giddy smile. You hadn’t seen him in a good while. He visited you when you were sick but now you got to live with him.

You had just turned 18. You were secretly dating Charlie Weasley and you got to move in with your dad. Best year ever!

The Weasley’s also moved in and you, Fred, and George worked on their products. You and Harry gave your winnings to the twins so they could do their joke shop.

Charlie was there for the summer too. You were of age so you got to join the Order. During those meetings you sat beside Charlie. He had his hand on your thigh and you played his fingers in his lap.

It was subtle, no one could tell. Except Sirius, he loved to tease you about him.

Late nights was included Charlie in your room full of cuddles, kisses and your favorites. You always made sure to lock the door so no one saw you and Charlie and entangled limbs.

Your secret was falling apart. Or you two just didn’t care. You brought up to the twins what if you and Charlie went places and they said they didn’t mind. Though one morning you did forget to lock the door.

“Y/N!” You shot awake off Charlie’s chest. George was holding an order form. “Charlie?”

Eyes wide you turned to Charlie who was smirking and starting to lean against the headboard. He brought you on his lap. “Meet my girlfriend.”

“No. Fucking. Way.”

——-

[soupandsimple]

Proper Goodbye (with Sirius Black)

[ not getting to properly say goodbye to Sirius when leaving for home so…you go back for it ]

* SMUT! 18+ (and fluff!)

** i just felt my two part little story I have deserved an ending (with smut!) pretty vanilla-y …also I know I never add physical characteristics but I got the urge to have the reader not be hairless down under sooo yeahhhh enjoy 🖤

Part 1: Worthy Part 2: Stayed Behind Part 3: Proper Goodbye

………………….

Your relationship with Sirius prospered beautifully after having stayed behind that one morning, well…as much as a sneaky relationship could prosper anyway.

It’s not that you were ashamed of the relationship but there was no telling how Molly would react to it so to keep the holidays merry for everyone, you and Sirius agreed it was best to keep it hidden.

Somewhat hidden to be more exact; luckily for you, the subtle flirty glares and playful comments shared between the both of you passed right over everyone’s heads. As did the footsies under the dinner table and the fact that you both always sat next to each other at every gathering in the sitting room.

Among those things, you also wrote letters where you could ‘talk’ more intimately to one another because otherwise, the only form of communication you’d ever have with each other would be the small-talk you showcased in front of everyone.

The idea to write letters actually came to you that day you had stayed behind with him. After only vaguely telling you bits about his life, you were left intrigued to know more- so, once the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione returned from town that afternoon, still feigning sickness, you wrote the first letter (of many to come) in private and conveniently slid it under Sirius’s bedroom door when Molly called everyone down for dinner.

To your amazement you received a letter back that very night before bed, where Sirius ingeniously left a little ‘meet me in the kitchen at 2 a.m tonight’ at the very bottom (something he continued to do with every letter thereafter). Despite the alone time the late night meet ups allowed, you couldn’t be too touchy with each other since at any given moment anyone could come down and find the pair of you; quick giggly kisses and late night ice cream however, were always a guarantee.

Of course the letters could only do so much but they had undeniably helped you connect with each other on a higher level- both platonically and romantically.

Naturally, the end of holiday break arrived and you had no idea when you’d get to see Sirius again or if he’d even want to see you again since interestingly enough your inevitable departure from Grimmauld Place never came up in the letters nor the meet up’s. But who were you kidding? This wasn’t a fling, a game or some short lived romance; you could feel it in your heart and soul it was something more.

So, although you’d be leaving Grimmauld Place with the others to catch your respective trains- you, being the clever girl you were, already had the perfect plan set where you’d be able to play into that and get a proper farewell from your secret lover.

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That final day at 6 p.m, you and the rest of the guests gathered at the front door of the house to leave for the station. There, Molly and Arthur humbly thanked Sirius for being such a good host, then had the children bid their goodbyes before letting them exit the house.

The twins and Ron gave Sirius fist bumps, Ginny and Hermionie gave him innocent side hugs and Harry of course went in for a loving hug where mid-hug, Sirius slightly pulled away to offer him a few words of wisdom and then gave him a final embrace.

Following the rest of the teenagers, Harry exited the house leaving just you now with Molly and Arthur hovering and waiting at the door.

Sirius scanned your face with a warm expression which you couldn’t help but shyly smile at. Remembering the Weasleys were watching, you softly extended a hand and spoke, “You truly were a great host, thank you Sirius. I had a good time here.”

He chuckled quietly and played along, because what more could he do in front of the Weasleys’ surveillance. “And it was so wonderful to meet you Y/N, you’re welcome back anytime.” The handshake did last suspiciously longer than any ordinary one but Molly and Arthur were so gracious with Sirius’s kindness towards all of you, that they didn’t take it as strange in the slightest.

Eyes lingering on you until the very end, the door shut and Sirius was left alone once again. But not for long….

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About an hour later, you walked up the stairs to Grimmauld Place and knocked the unique knock you had been taught to use.

Inside, Sirius furrowed his eyebrows and set down the quill he was currently using to write you a letter. Recognizing the pattern of the knock, he concluded it could only be someone from the Order but still wearily went to check it out as he wasn’t expecting any of them- not tonight anyway.

Now at the door, he looked through the peephole and saw it was you; quickly, he unlocked and pulled open the door.

“Hi,” you sheepishly greeted.

“Darling?” Sirius said, immediately granting you space to enter, “Come in, come in, it’s freezing! Love, what are you doing here?”

“I’m here because I don’t think we got a proper goodbye” you confessed casually.

“No, I don’t think we did” he agreed as he shut and locked the door again behind you.

With a smile, you released an exhausted sigh as you set your travel bags down on the floor and took off your coat, scarf, hat and mittens.

“How did you..it’s been an hour since you left has it not? Did you make the train turn back around?” he jokingly teased, watching you let all your winter gear fall messily over your bags.

“No silly” you flirted, his hand now ghosting the small of your back to guide you into the sitting room where he had the fireplace lit. “I never boarded the train…I had planned on coming back here as soon as I could but I had to wait around to make sure none of the Weasleys returned either, for one reason or another” you finished with a small shrug.

Sirius adoringly smiled at you. He loved hearing the way your mind worked. “But what if they had come back just as you arrived? Or if one of them arrives now perhaps?” he challenged.

“Easy, I’d just tell them I forgot something; a hairbrush, a jumper, a journal- whatever really.”

Before Sirius could add anything else, you continued on, “And as for my train, I just changed my ticket for the last possible one I can take to make it back home on time for work.”

“Have it all planned out, do you?”

“Mmhm” you proudly hummed.

“Very well,” Sirius said with a wink.

You smiled, bit your lip and gazed into his eyes; the set of eyes that had yet to fail in making you weak in the knees.

Sirius too looked at you with a soft, comforting smile and l sensed you had something to say so he let the silence live until you were ready.

The crackling fire was all that was heard for about half a minute until the eye contact overcame you. You let out a breathy laugh and looked away momentarily then returned your eyes to him. “Can I kiss you?”

“You can kiss me all you want darling” he replied, honestly a bit amazed that that’s what you, little miss confident, were struggling to ask for.

You closed the space between you by slowly wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands instinctively found a home at your waist and then, with a gentle nuzzle of your nose against his cheek, you went in for a deep, passionate kiss; the kiss you had been craving since you had left earlier.

“Well I’d definitely say this is a much better goodbye than the handshake I got earlier” Sirius teasingly murmured against your lips.

You laughed, then softly let your nails scrape against the bottom of his scalp, “Oh- this isn’t the goodbye I had in mind” you cheekily replied.

“It’s not?” he asked, slightly surprised.

You shook your head, “Nope.”

He squinted his eyes and smiled at your mysteriousness as you innocently slid your hands from around his neck down his chest.

“I’ll be right back” you said merrily, as you picked up one of the bags you had left at the entrance and made your way into the nearby bathroom.

There, you stripped and took out the satiny pajama set you wore your first night at Grimmauld Place from your bag- Sirius was unknowingly in for a treat.

Now changed into the rather revealing attire, your feet padded against the floor as you exited the bathroom; naturally, a bit of nerves were present but not enough to make you turn back.

The comforting sound of the crackling fire grew clearer as you approached the sitting room and at last, when you came into Sirius’s view, his eyes darkened as he immediately scanned your figure from head to toe.

Nervously smiling, you went over to where he sat in a couch chair and stood just inches before him. “Soooo…not to sound conceited but I know you enjoyed the view from my first night here, when we had the run-in in the kitchen…am I wrong?” you asked, fiddling with the little bit of decorative lace at the hem of your shorts.

“No,” Sirius replied without missing a beat.

“Good, because I felt you deserved to see it again now that we recognize each other as something more than we did that night” you said, bravely straddling into his lap and letting your hands slither around his neck to meet behind.

His arms instantly welcomed you, wrapping around your middle with a smirk plastered beautifully on his face at getting to feel the soft satin and the weight of your body atop of his.

“Tell me, what’d you like best about seeing me in this that night” you teasingly asked.

“Well, not to be crass darling but if you must know, I liked the way your nipples poked out with the draft and how your bum and hips moved in these little shorts when you walked away.”

“And did you ever think about what you saw while alone?”

Sirius chuckled, “If I said almost every night, would that make you uncomfortable?”

You pursed your lips and shook your head; you loved that you could both leave each other speechless now.

“Good” he stated, leaning in to kiss you again- softly, as if your lips were glass, he then slowly pulled away and looked into your eyes, “I want you sweet girl. I’ve wanted you since that first night…”

“Well you have me” you quietly assured him, releasing your hands from around him and bringing them down to slowly start unbuttoning his shirt.

As you did this, a thin strap of your cami fell off your shoulder to which Sirius leaned over to place a gentle kiss on, followed by him pulling the strap back up to its place; a delicate gesture that had your insides combusting.

Undoing the last button of his shirt, you pulled the tucked ends of it out from his pants and let your fingers run across his stomach and chest. You were mesmerized by all his markings and he in turn by your loving touch.

You leaned down and placed sweet kisses from bottom to top on Sirius’s exposed torso and once you reached his neck, gave him a glazed eyed look and quietly asked, “Can we go up to your room?”

“Whatever you want sweet girl” he said, smoothing a hand down your hair.

Smiling, you both stood up with Sirius taking your hand to have you trail right behind him up the stairs; the sight of his unbuttoned shirt flowing with his steps making you swoon.

Finally reaching the door to his room, he fisted your hand, kissed your knuckle then opened the door and gestured for you to walk in first. After doing so, he quietly closed the door behind him, softly pulled you into his arms and pressed his lips against yours for a tender kiss.

“Wish you’d have told me about your plans before darling, could have made it a little more romantic in here for us…for you” he said quietly.

You casually licked your lips and smiled at his worry, “We’ll have plenty of time for romantic setups in the future- that’s not what tonight is about.” Releasing yourself from his hold, you grabbed the bottom of your silky cami and in a slow, seductive pace pulled it over your head.

Sirius stood in awe at your half exposed self. Oh what a divine sight you were to him. “You’re so beautiful love” he eventually commented, ogling your breasts a bit more before enclosing you in his arms again and kissing you. Smiling against his lips at the compliment, you pushed at his shirt to slide it off of him, Sirius blindly aiding you by slipping out one arm after the other without ever separating his lips from yours.

Then, instead of returning his arms to your waist, he placed them lower to grab and knead at your bum through your shorts. Tongues now gliding against one another’s, you moaned a little into Sirius’s mouth and gasped when he gave your rear a quick but gentle slap.

Sirius then put his arms back at your waist and you pulled away from the kissing with a thin string of saliva connecting you both momentarily; you let him admire your swollen lips before taking his hands and pulling him back towards the bed.

“I need you” you alluringly said, as you situated yourself at the center of the surprisingly soft mattress. Sirius groaned at your plea and watched as you laid back and spread your legs a bit to grant him space to lay atop of you. He gently did so and your mouth opened slightly as he went in to suck tenderly at your neck for a bit before moving his attention down to your breasts.

Leaving small kisses around each breast, he then looked up to you with a wicked smile and licked one of your pebbled nipples and blew a little air on it. You whimpered as he latched on to it to suck while squeezing and tugging at the other.

“Oh wow,” you said with a breathy giggle, closing your eyes in ecstasy upon feeling the eagerness of his tongue and lips at work, “you’ve been dying to have your mouth on them, huh?” you teased with small pants of pleasure as you cradled his head to keep him close against you.

Both knowing your words were nothing less than true, he nodded and menacingly chuckled at the comment without moving his lips from your nipple.

Lewd noises from Sirius’s mouth filled the room as you continuously hummed in pleasure. After feeling satisfied with his work on both breast, Sirius began planting little kisses down your stomach and just as he was about to pull your shorts down to continue his path, you remembered you had forgotten to disclose a minor detail with him and instantly tugged at his hair to peel him off of you- “Wait, wait Sirius I..”

“Have you changed your mind darling?”

“No no it’s not that it’s just…”

“What is it sweet girl?” he asked, tone laced with concern.

“This is stupid but well…I’m-”

“Scared?”

“No!” you exclaimed, both laughing a bit at his guess.“No I’m fine, it’s just..I’m not shaven.”

Sirius confusingly squinted his eyes at your confession.

“I don’t shave down there, I mean it’s clean and trimmed but uhh…Merlin” you paused, bringing up your hands to embarrassingly cover your face, “I just thought it’d be better to tell you now instead of letting you see it without warning…” you said, sliding your hands back down, revealing your slightly flushed face.

“Oh darling,” he said with a chuckle, “I don’t know what boys made you think such a thing was repulsive but trust me..” he paused, placing a soft kiss at your belly just above your shorts, “I don’t mind it in the slightest.”

With a sense of relief and plenty of comfort, you smiled and felt your blushed face begin to subside. Sirius reached back up to kiss your lips, then stamped quick kisses on his way down your body again to get back to where he had left off prior to your concern.

Upon placing one last peck at your hips, he skillfully slid your shorts and panties down a bit with his teeth; low enough to where he able to nuzzle his nose in the hair on your pubic bone.

“Oh my god, Sirius!” you giggly exclaimed with a hint of embarrassment, feeling as though he was only doing this because of your insecurity with it in the beginning.

“What? I like it, don’t know why you were so worried about it love” he teased with a single eyebrow wiggle and a smirk.

Playfully, you rolled your eyes and propped yourself up on your elbows to look down at him. You lifted your hips and bum off the mattress a bit to help him slide the shorts and panties off completely.

Throwing the garments off to the side, he placed his face back directly at your core and in a single stripe, licked from there up to your clit then your stomach and between both breasts all the way to your neck.

You shakily inhaled at the feel of the cold trail of wetness his warm tongue had left all up your center.

“Now darling,” he began, “believe me when I say I can’t wait to entirely devour you one day, but tonight, the need to be in you outweighs anything else.”

With a puzzled expression, you looked at him- it’s not that you needed oral but admittedly, you were a bit confused as to why he’d skip it if in his own words he said he couldn’t wait to.

Taking note of your silence, Sirius decided to just let out with the truth, “What I’m trying to say is, I won’t last long if we start with anything else” he chuckled with almost a hint of shame.

You understandably nodded, stroked a hand down one side of his hair and very casually replied, “Okay then Sirius Black, make me yours.”

Sirius looked at you with complete fondness for a moment then kissed you deeply; despite unlocking your lips, he kept them hovering over yours and muttered, “I’d uh, I’d slip in a finger or two to prep you but I think you’re wet enough already…” with a proud smirk.

Catching the smirk, you decided to tease him back to see how far you could push him. “Am I? Sure you don’t want to check first?” you said, adding a flirty lip bite to really sell it.

“Cheeky..” Sirius hummed. He took two fingers and set them at your opening but instead of putting them in like you figured you had succeeded in making him do, he simply just glided a trail of your arousal up your whole center, over the same line he had licked up earlier, and stopped once his fingers reached your lips “I’d say wet enough, yes?”

Fuck- and you thought you were good at a game. Trying to redeem yourself though, without losing eye contact, you parted your lips to let his fingers fall through. You sucked on them a bit before he pulled them out with a faint smile; a let’s call it even smile if you will.

Smile still lingering, he removed himself from atop of you to pull down his boxers with the erection you’d been feeling against your thigh for awhile now finally coming into view. “Are you ready sweet girl?” he asked as he stroked it a bit.

“Mmhm” you hummed, eyes fixed on his length.

Sirius took the tip and rubbed it up and down your entrance for a second then carefully slid it in you.

Gasping a little at this, you squeezed your eyes shut and waited for it to begin to feel good. A small whimper of pleasure escaped your lips, which Sirius mistook as discomfort and instantly paused himself from any further movement, “Stay with me darling, I can stop if you need me to…” he cooed.

You shook your head, “No, don’t stop, keep going” you pleaded but made a mental note to lovingly tease him later about how much more practice you both needed so he could learn to properly distinguish your love noises.

With reassurance now, Sirius continued moving and when he was finally completely in you he cradled your head in one arm while the other stroked at your cheek softly. “You’re so warm love, such a snug fit” he breathily whispered as he looked into your eyes.

Snorting lightly through your nose, you felt your face flush a bit at his words. Seeing how cutely flustered he could get you, Sirius proudly smiled and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek.

After looking into each other’s eyes and just enjoying being one with each other for a moment, he wrapped an arm around your torso and in a slow movement, began pulling out and then pushing back in. He whispered praises in your ear of how well you were taking him, then kissed down your jawline with the end goal being to lightly suck at your neck.

Shying away at letting him hear you for some reason, you muffled a moan at the added sensation.

“Doing alright sweet girl?” Sirius asked.

“Mhm” you whimpered.

He strained a chuckle at how dazed you were becoming and gradually began speeding up the pace. You couldn’t help but want to cry out at how good it felt but still held back which Sirius took notice of.

“Oh c’mon darling, let me hear how good it feels” he urged.

Continuing to struggle to let yourself be heard by the beautiful man, you grasped at the ruffled up bed covers below you and bit down on your lip to conceal any sounds other than gasps and whimpers.

“What is it love, why are you holding back those pretty sounds, hm? Can’t believe an older man is making you feel so good?” he joked which instantly made you laugh a bit.

“Shut up…you’re n-oh god…you’re not old” you protested in stammers between pants as he hit a particularly good spot.

“Older than you” he smugly grinned, sneakily sliding a hand down to your clit, “but let’s see you keep holding back those sounds..”

With his fingers now skillfully playing with you, you were nothing but a full on whiny mess; and with his mouth back on your neck, the sound of his cock squelching in and out of you and hitting that spot- you just couldn’t help but finally moan out in ecstasy.

“There we go,” Sirius chuckled proudly into your ear.

“Ohhh…” you moaned, digging your nails into his back and panting as your back arched upwards. Sirius then took his hand off your clit, grabbed one of your thighs and guided it to wrap around his waist then tapped your other thigh to indicate he wanted you to do the same with it.

The dominance in that gesture only amplified your pleasure, causing you to release another obscene moan accompanied by a desperate whine of his name with the heels of your feet digging into his bum cheeks and arms clinging around his neck to bring him as close as possible.

“So beautiful darling, y’know that hm?” he whispered directly into your ear, slipping his hand in between your bonded bodies to play with you again.

“Mmhm..” you agreed with a hum; at this point, you’d agree with anything this man said.

“Yeah?” he chuckled slightly, “tell me you’re close.”

“I’m cl-close” you breathily stammered in between cries and pants.

Nibbling on your ear, he slowed it back down to a sensual pace. You gasped, absolutely relishing the raw emotion of this slower pace and soon enough…it hit- and you gifted Sirius a powerful moan at your climax. “Ohh my god..” you blissfully cried as you rode your wave of pleasure.

Sirius groaned at the tight spasms of your core, “Fuck sweet girl, I’m gonna cum.”

“In me,” you hazily requested.

Moaning deeply at your words, Sirius squeezed his eyes shut and came; all you could do was harshly bite down on your lip at the feel of his warm liquid hitting your walls. And before he completely emptied himself inside you, he pulled out and let the last of the white strands paint your tummy.

“Marked as mine, inside and out, yeah?” he panted as he lovingly looked down at you in your heavenly state.

To answer his questioning, you simply sighed with fluttery eyes and an exhausted smile.

Sirius then interlocked his sticky hand with one of yours and leaned down to give you a love filled kiss. “Let’s get you cleaned up sweet one, you have a train to catch soon,” he smiled, booping your nose and getting up for a warm soaked towel from the bathroom.

When he came back, he gently rubbed the cloth around your sensitive area and your messy belly all while you devotedly stared at him.

“Thank you” you said kindly when he finished.

With a smile, he winked then slid up to where you laid and encased you in his arms. After you both regained your normal breathing, Sirius sensed your pensive state and affectionately stared down at you even though you weren’t looking back. “What are you thinking about?”

You shook your head softly, “Nothing, just don’t wanna go” you sadly admitted.

He sighed as he fixed his gaze ahead to the wall opposite of the bed, “I don’t want you to go either sweet girl” he said as he absentmindedly caressed your arm and shoulder.

“I promise I’ll visit as much as I can” you quietly added while running your fingers through his sporadic chest hair.

“I know you will,” he said, gently kissing your temple closest to his face; both wordlessly agreeing to just let time run blissfully in each other’s arms until your hour to leave for the station came.

Although the train rides from your house to Grimmauld Place and back would be tiring, they were rides you’d now more than gladly be taking as frequently possible. <3

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Show me going

Harry Potter x Reader A/N: This story is inspired by a Brooklyn 99 episode, Show Me Going. Obviously, this has been changed from the storyline of the episode, but the initial idea came from the show.  Also, my first Harry Potter fic, askafdsg-

Summary: Y/N happens to be the closest to an active deatheater attack. As an Auror, she decides to respond back, and is now in a life-threatening situation. Harry, on the other hand, is stuck at the Ministry of Magic and has been specifically ordered not to leave.

Contains: Wand battle, a few curse words, near death situation, fluffy ending.

Requested: No

"Good morning, Ginny," I brightly said as she walked out of her room in a bathrobe, yawning loudly. "Mmm, morning Y/N," she said, taking the cup of coffee I gave her and sighing in relief when the sweet liquid slipped down her throat. "I don't understand how you can drink coffee with so much milk and sugar," I said, wrinkling my nose in disgust as I drank my own black coffee. "I could say shit about your coffee too, roomie," she said, pointing at my cup. "Please, black coffee is the superior coffee. And also the way coffee is supposed to be drunk," I stated, raising my cup towards her before taking another sip.

"As much as I would like to continue this debate, you have to go for quidditch practice. I have to meet Harry and Ron for our assignments," I said to Ginny, placing my cup in the sink and filling it with water, deciding to wash it later. "Oooooo, Harry, huh?" said Ginny, smirking. "Ginny, I am repeating this... he probably likes you, not me," I said, taking the cup from her hands and putting it in the sink as well. "But you like him," she said, wriggling her fingers at me. "You look stupid," I said, going to my room to get ready. "You know you love me, even if you can't admit it," she called out, and I stuck my finger out at her before going into my room. 

"Bye, Gin, love ya," I said, hugging her tightly for a few seconds before running out the door. Half a piece of toast was held tightly between my teeth as I tried shoving the documents I needed into my backpack. "Bye! Love ya too!" she replied, running around the house for her broom. I ran out of the door and went to an abandoned road before disapparating to the Ministry. I ignored the queasy feeling in my stomach and ran to the room, too scared of Kingsley to be late. "Hey, Harry! Hey Ron!" I exclaimed as I walked into the room for the Aurors, trying to fix my disheveled appearance. "Hey Y/N," said Harry, kissing my cheek in greeting. "Hey Y/N, did you fight a dragon on the way here?" he said jokingly, pointing at my clothes. "Yeah, I did. She was looking for her broom, creating a tornado wherever she went," I said, referencing Ginny's harried searching. "I have been on the receiving end of that way too many times that I would like," shuddered Ron. "Good Morning," said Kingsley, walking into the room. Everyone instantly stood at attention. "I will be giving you assignments. Y/N, I want you to go to the gateway to platform 9 3/4. Apparently, someone had spotted one of the wanted death eaters there. This is one of the highest priority cases we have since winter break has just ended," said Kingsley, making me stand up straighter. "Wouldn't you want to give that to Harry? I mean, he killed Voldemort," I asked hesitantly. "Well, Harry only uses Expelliarmus. And you killed Bellatrix, no hesitation. You are best equipped. Now, are you leaving?" he asked, making me nod and start getting ready to leave. "Congrats Y/N! Though I did not appreciate that jab at me," joked Harry, making me laugh. "Bye Harry dear," I said, giving him a quick side hug before running out of the room. 

I disapparated from the Ministry and landed on an abandoned corner near the train station. The queasy feeling erupted in my stomach again, but I pushed down the nausea to get my job done. God, I hated how it felt to disapparate. As I walked to the platform, I remember when I had killed Bellatrix during The Battle Of Hogwarts. "Not my best friend, you bitch," I growled when I saw the way Bellatrix attacked Ginny. I pushed Ginny behind me and held my wand in front of me tightly, spark flying from the tip at the anger I fought to contain. "Ah, Y/N! I wonder how dear Harry will feel when his Y/N has been killed by the same person who killed his godfather!" she cackled loudly. "Crucio," I said without hesitation, a cold look on my face. As she writhed in pain on the ground, I said, "That is for Harry, for when he was tortured by you that night." Then, I pulled my wand arm back and yelled, "Sectumsempra," making cuts blossom everywhere on her body as she lay on the ground in pain, the crazy smile still on her face. "That is for the word you wrote on Hermione with your stupid knife," I said through gritted teeth as blood seeped onto the ground. I brought my arm back one final time and yelled, "AVARADA KEDAVRA!" At that moment, Bellatrix died, the crazed smile being replaced by horror right before she died. "And that is for Sirius, Alice, Frank, and all the other people you tortured and killed," I spat before using a spell to make her body turn to ashes immediately. "Gin, are you okay?" I asked worriedly, my hands on her face as I examined for any fatal wounds. "I'm fine," she sniffed, pulling me into a tight hug. "Y/N," gasped Hermione, running to me and hugging me as well. "We're okay, we're all okay," I said, hugging the two of them tightly. "Harry?" I asked worriedly. Hermione looked towards Harry, a smile on his face as Hagrid walked past him. "Harry!" I yelled immediately, running to him and hugging him tightly. "I hate you," I sobbed, slamming my fists into his chest weakly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I love you," he said, gently clasping my hands and bringing me into his chest. We stood there for a few moments. "We won," I said, smiling up at him through the tears. "I'm wanna be an Auror," I said decidedly. "Same," said Harry, both of us laughing.

"Y/N! What are you doing here?" asked a familiar 16-year-old boy. "Do my eyes deceive me, or do I see Dennis Creevey in front of me?" I laughed, the young boy wrapping his arms around me in a hug. "I'm 16 now, Y/N!" he exclaimed excitedly. "He would be so proud of you," I said softly, referring to his older brother. "You think so?" he asked hopefully, holding my hands. "I know so," I said, tapping his nose with my finger and making him giggle. "Where are your parents?" I asked, looking around for the muggle parents. "They didn't come. Too many... memories," said Dennis, making me nod. "Okay, then I'll walk through the wall with you. Can't have you starting your sixth year alone," I said, pushing his trolley with him and walking through the gate. "Why is the platform so empty?" I asked, looking around the almost empty platform, the scarlet train billowing white smoke that filled the area.

"Most people stayed over at Hogwarts. After the Battle, people wanted to spend some time in the castle. Mum, on the other hand, wanted me home so she could check up on me," said Dennis, his hand clasped in mine. "Why are you here, though?" he asked as we went to the back of the train to load his luggage. "Nothing for you to worry about," I chuckled, brushing my hand through his hair. Suddenly, the radio connected to the Ministry's radio station crackled on my hip. "Two minutes, Dennis," I said, walking away from the boy and bringing out the radio. "Death eater attack, possibly 12, in the hotel near Platform 9 3/4, King's Cross. 6 or 7 Unforgivable curses shot. Numerous civilians trapped, all of them muggles. Requesting Aurors nearby to respond," said a crackly voice, making me stand up straighter. "Dennis, honey, I've gotta go! Have an amazing year at school," I said, giving him a small hug before running out of the platform. Different voices crackled through the radio, volunteering for the task. As I ran towards the wall, I muttered, "Expecto Patronum." A dog appeared in the mist, howling once before looking at me. "L/N, 1006, show me going," I said to the dog, which bounded away quickly as I ran out of the platform to the hotel that I knew and had stayed at the days before school would start. "L/N, 1006, I have you going," I heard, the only confirmation I needed for apparating to the hotel.

Meanwhile, Ginny Weasley came to the Ministry holding a croissant for her best friend, along with two cups of coffee. She walked into the room to see twelve people littered around the room, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley among them. "Hey Ron, Harry," nodded Ginny, setting her bag down on Y/N's empty desk. "Where's Y/N?" she asked, looking around the room. "That lucky dog got a task, unlike some of us. There were very few cases today," grumbled Harry, dotting the 'i' he had just written on the document. At that moment, the radio crackled, and a voice boomed through the building. "Death eater attack, possibly 12, in the hotel near Platform 9 3/4, King's Cross. 6 or 7 Unforgivable curses shot. Numerous civilians trapped, all of them muggles. Requesting Aurors nearby to respond," said the person, making everybody glance up worriedly. "Warwick, 9238, show me going," said a voice, and the radio person responded, "9238, I have you going." Harry and Ron glanced at each other worriedly, while Ginny looked confused. Everyone else's faces were grave as they listened to the radio. "Hilbert, 9825, show me going," said another voice, receiving the same response from the radio. "What are they saying?" asked Ginny, no longer having the patience to understand it herself. "Show me going and their badge number. They're informing the Ministry that they are nearby and are arriving at the scene using their Patronus. We don't have these cases very often," said Ron. Harry sat still, too agitated to respond as more numbers and voices crackled through the radio. "L/N, 1006, show me going," crackled a familiar voice, making Harry, Ron, Ginny, and all the other authors in the room glance at each other. "L/N? As in, Y/N L/N?" asked one of the Aurors, glancing at the trio sitting together. "1006, that's Y/N's badge number," commented Harry quietly, the worry etched into his face. "Y/N's there," gasped Ginny softly, her face falling as she peeked at the croissant. 

Kingsley walked into the room, bringing Hermione from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Hermione's tear-streaked face immediately revealed that she knew what was happening. Ginny rushed to Hermione's side, her red hair flying behind her like a fierce fire as she wrapped her arms around the brunette. The other Weasley, the brunette's boyfriend, also rushed to her side, the two red-heads helping Hermione to the seat where Y/N usually sat. "There's limited information regarding the death eater attack. The hotel wasn't very crowded, luckily. However, 3 civilians have been killed, and multiple have been tortured by the Cruciatus curse," said Kingsley. "So we're going out there, right? To help Y/N?" asked Harry as Hermione and Ginny glanced at each other with tear-filled eyes. "15 Aurors have already gathered in the area, and other Ministry personnel have locked down the area. It's already a zoo. They want us to remain on alert, but not to respond," said Kingsley calmly, knowing that panicking would only make everything worse for them. "I know you are all concerned about Y/N, but she's not going in alone. She's going with a whole team of Aurors, each better than the next," said Kingsley, addressing the people in the whole room.

"And, I mean, it's Y/N, right? I mean, she's the toughest of all of us..." said Hermione, waiting for someone to agree. "I mean, yeah. Did you see the way she fought Bellatrix, no hesitation? She can handle herself," agreed Ginny, trying to encourage Hermione and herself, but everyone else remained silent. The Aurors already knew that she was one of the best in their batch, but an active deatheater attack was no joke. "I promise I will keep you updated," finished Kinglsey before leaving the room. "Hermione, she's going to be okay," said Ron, going to comfort his girlfriend. "I know... I love you," she said, grateful for the comfort but too winded up for it to have any effect. 

Harry kept trying to divert his attention from the situation, something he had learned to do pretty well with everything in his life. He couldn't help but feel useless as he waited, though. "Two Aurors down," called out someone from the room, making everyone look at her in anticipation. "None of them are L/N," she said after reading the whole document, making everyone sigh in relief. "That's it, I can't handle this anymore," said Harry, getting out of his chair. "Where are you going?" asked Hermione, who still hadn't mustered the strength to go back to her own desk. "I am not going to wait until one of the officers is Y/N," he said, going towards the door. Hermione then locked the door with a charm, making Herry stop in his tracks and look at her in disappointment. She just held her chin high, knowing that this was for the greater good. After trying a few charms, Harry angrily glared at Hermione before stomping angrily in front of her and yelling, "LET ME OUT RIGHT NOW, HERMIONE!"

"No, I won't," said Hermione firmly, looking positively dangerous with the tears flowing down her face and her red-rimmed eyes. This time, Harry's mind was too clouded with anxiety to care. "Hermione, Y/N needs our help," said Harry through gritted teeth. "You heard Kingsley, Harry! There are enough people already! What do you think, you can just show up and be the hero? Fight everyone single-handedly? You need to remain calm and help out here!" said Hermione aggressively, prodding her finger into his chest between each word in her last sentence. This made the boy stumble back until the two were in the middle of the room. "I can't just stand around doing nothing while Y/N fights for her life out there," said Harry, his hand flailing around. "You barging in isn't going to accomplish anything! We're worried too," Hermione screeched. "If you were worried, you'd let me go to her," he said, making Hermione gasp in hurt. "Fuck you, Potter!" she growled, opening the door and stomping away to sit near Ginny, who just looked disappointed in Harry.

Harry stormed out of the room and went to the bathroom. The boy went to the washbasins, his hands clenching around the cool marble as he looked up at his reflection. His hair was tousled beyond measure, and his eyes were red-rimmed. His hand ran through his hair as he started the tap and splashed some water onto his face. 

"Fuck," he murmured, worry for you clouding his mind. "Harry?" asked a timid voice, making him look at the mirror to see Ginny standing at the doorway of the bathroom. "Hey Ginny," he said tiredly, running his hand down his face before turning to her. "I'm worried too, you know?" she said softly, walking into the bathroom. "She's always been like an older sister to me, and oh so protective. Remember that time when we were going down the corridor and someone wolf-whistled at me? She punched him so hard his nose broke," she said, chuckling softly. I chuckled with her, reminiscing my own times with Y/N. "I remember the first time I met her. Ron and I were in a compartment together and eating that shit ton of chocolate and candy. She basically ran into the carriage, yelled "Fuck you" at Draco, and then threw the chocolate frog I had in my hand at him. Ugh, I remember thinking how cool she was. She then smiled, and it was so pretty, her eyes literally looked like stars," I sighed, leaning my back against the cold platform. "You like her, don't you?" said Ginny, making me shake my head. "I don't just like her, Gin. I think I love her. For years, I didn't realize my crush on her. Until the Yule Ball, that is," said Harry heavily, making Ginny's eyes widen in realization. "When she went with one of those hotties from Beauxbatons?" she asked, making Harry nod hesitantly. "That dress looked like the angels had made it just for her. Her hair, god, it looked so intricate. But the most beautiful part of her was the way she was grinning, making her eyes scrunch up a little as she walked down the stairs, a little skip in each step. The fact that all that wasn't for me just made me so angry," he said, disappointed in himself for getting into a fight with you then and wasting 2 weeks of precious, precious time that he needed now more than ever. "Tell her, Harry. I am definitely breaking girl code by saying this, but she loves you too," said Ginny, making Harry look up in confusion, before breaking into a huge grin. Just then, Ron ran into the room, panting, and said, "All the death eaters have just been taken into custody. Some officers got injured, don't know how many," said Ron anxiously, making Ginny's voice of celebration break into fear. "Is Y/N one of them?" she asked, her voice breaking when saying her best friend's name. "I haven't gotten any information," said Ron, gently taking the two people out of the bathroom and into the larger office. "But, if she's unharmed, she'll be back soon," said Ron, nodding stiffly. Harry then noticed Hermione sitting on the ground, curled up. "Hermione," he said softly, walking towards her, making her look up. "I'm sorry," he said softly, helping her stand up. "I know," she said, flashing a watery smile toward him. "Hello bitches," said a familiar voice, striding into the room, making all the people look at the doorway. 

"Y/N!" yelled Ginny immediately, completely tackling me, making me land on the ground with a thump. "Get off me, you horse. You're fucking heavy," I groaned, but Ginny didn't let up, smothering me in a tight hug that left barely any room to breathe. "Oh my god, you're okay!" screeched Hermione, running towards the two girls. "I mean, not really. Got hit by the Cruciatus curse twice. St. Mungos insisted that I sat for at least another hour, but I apparated as soon as the nurse left. Couldn't leave you both hanging like that," I said, my voice muffled by the arms of the two girls. "You got hit by a curse? Why did you come back? We could have visited you! Do you need something to eat? To drink? Do you need sleep?" asked Ron from the background, making me glance at him. "Stop mothering me, Weasley, I'm fine! Just get these girls off me," I commanded jokingly, making Hermione glare at me. "I hate you, L/N," she huffed, standing up. Ginny stood up too, a goofy grin on her face as she moved away. "What, were you worried about me or something?" I joked, making Hermione shake her head and say, "Of course not."

"I hate you," growled Harry, running to engulf the girl in a hug. "I'm sorry! You know I have no regard for my personal safety," I said, hoping to lighten the tension. And that's when the boy did something that took everyone in the room by surprise. His lips met mine, the salty taste of tears bleeding onto my tongue. His slightly chapped lips pressed again mine, making my head become foggy. "Ha, you owe me bitch," exclaimed Ginny, making us split apart to see Hermione and Ron groan in annoyance. "You couldn't have waited another month," said Hermione sadly, shoveling out some galleons from her pocket.

Harry and I both chuckled softly before I turned to him and said with a cheeky grin, "I think I might need another kiss. You know, as a reward." He just laughed before bringing me into another sweet kiss.

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Head Boy and Girl! Dramione

When Hermione Granger decides to complete her Hogwarts education and return for an eighth year, she has no reason to believe she will not be head girl. It’s the perfect image: war heroine returns to lead Hogwarts into a new era. She’s dreading the spotlight, the attention, the reverence the position will bring. Even though she fought a war for the right to exist, she wants nothing more than to disappear when she thinks about walking through the hallways with a gleaming gold badge plastered on her chest.

When Draco Malfoy receives his reduced sentence, some part of him wishes he could just go to Azkaban. At least there he could be alone, isolated in his self-hatred. He reads the dreaded words “return to Hogwarts to complete his final year” over and over and over and wishes more than anything that he could just be invisible. He knows he won’t be. With his hair, his height, his family name, Draco Malfoy could never disappear into the periphery.

They both pack their trunks slowly, reluctantly, lethargically. For the first time in her life, Hermione dreads school. Draco dreads the return more, having to walk through the same hallways that Death Eaters stalked, the same hallways in which innocents were murdered. But they both go, arrive at the station, go to their compartments, go through the motions.

Hermione is alone at the station for the first time in her life. She sees him across the way, and some part of her recognizes some part of him. She looks away quickly before their eyes can meet, rushes onto the train, hoping to find Ginny or Neville or Luna. Harry and Ron do not return with her. She doesn’t know if that is good or bad or neutral.

They are having an easier time of adjusting, of imagining futures and making plans. She frequently finds herself stuck in memories. It’s not to say they were not impacted by their prolonged adolescent trauma. They just have people to turn to. Harry has Ginny, Ron his siblings and mother and father. Hermione can’t bring herself to insert herself into a broken family, and her parents are still blissfully unaware in Australia. She knows the charms she cast on them were permanent. She doesn’t think she can deal with the heartbreak of trying to find an impossible answer.

And no matter how much she fears seeing Hogwarts, being in Hogwarts, she is also desperate for something familiar. Somewhere where she can go through the motions of studying and writing and studying and dressing. Somewhere where she will have very few large choices to make. Of course, she has forgotten she is Hermione Granger, that trouble and difficulty and challenge find her regardless of her desires.

McGonagall passes her the Head Girl badge, which she accepts with falsified pleasure and humility. She scours the Great Hall, searching for her male counterpart, scanning the room for a seventh year boy proudly flashing his golden ticket. She can’t find it anywhere. Strange. She sits down at Gryffindor table, slips into conversation, loses herself in words. She forgets, just for a moment, who she is.

She learns who Head Boy is during McGonagall’s speech. Was is intentional, springing Draco Malfoy on her when she’s surrounded, unable to react? Or did the old woman simply assume that Hermione would adapt and excel as she always has. Regardless, when Hermione hears the name, she can’t breathe and her eyes dart to Slytherin table and meet frozen gray ones and she’s caught between screaming and laughing because who thought this was a good idea?

They meet in the Headmistress’ office after the feast. They stand straight-backed, rigid next to each other, giving perfunctory nods and smiles. Every so often, McGonnagal cocks her head, perhaps due to curiosity or fear or wonder, as both of them absolutely refuse to acknowledge the other. When they are dismissed, they turn in tandem toward the door. Hermione tries to escape first, desperate to escape the inevitable awkwardness of him slamming the door in her face. She freezes when the door opens for her. She drags her eyes up from the ground, golden brown meeting icy gray, and this time she’s not cold or terrified. She’s breathless, in a different way.

It starts with little things, just like the door. Little things where she cant breath for a second because it doesn’t make any sense. He hands her an extra quill when she’s digging through her bag desperately to find one. He absentmindedly picks up her bag when they leave a meeting to go to the same class. He picks up her favorite chocolates—and just how does he know her favorite?—from Honeydukes. And she doesn’t ever reciprocate, because every time he does something, she’s shocked. She convinces herself it’s because he’s a Pureblood gentleman, that he isn’t really thinking about her.

In return, she notices him. She tosses him a grin when he gives an EXTREMELY attractive right answer in potions. She grabs his hand before her mind can react when someone calls him a death eater in the hallways. She blushes a furious red when he defends her against taunts, raising grateful eyes to meet his.

They’re engaged in an impossible dance, giving what they can, relishing what the other gives, accepting that neither of them is sure or confident or ok enough to give more. For a while, tiny tidbits of something are sufficient, and then suddenly they are anything but. Hermione no longer stops herself from reacting. Instead of actions, they begin trading words.

And they are total idiots, so they only way they ever stop obliviously circling each other—to the utter dismay of all their classmates—is for catastrophe to strike. It’s not in potions, where they brew immaculate potions silently and in sync. It’s not in DADA, where they duel beautifully, trading spells and continuing their ice-cold distance. They are polite, cordial, rarely emotional and never blunt.

Yes, the professors keep pairing them together, not because they are good partners, but because they are hoping to force their hands. Yes, their classmates find ways to trap them or trick them, but their mutual fear is so strong they manage to escape these perfect opportunities with only blushing cheeks and burning eyes and bitten lips.

No, it’s when an eighth-year prefect from Ravenclaw House mutters, “Mudblood bitch thinks she can push us all around, eh?” to Draco that things really begin. She hears, even from across the table, and her cheeks flush even as she continues to confidently outline her and Draco’s plans. For all the talk of Slytherin being reserved, of biding their time, Draco forsakes the traits of his house. He turns turn the boy beside him and punches him—quite nicely, he would add—through the jaw. Hermione stops talking, shocked, silent like all the other prefects. She’s not shocked by the violence, or by the comment, of course not. She is shocked by him.

He’s breathing hard, chest rising and falling in dangerously rapid waves, staring down at the boy who is clutching his jaw and swearing at him from his spot on the ground. His mind is blank, and maybe he’s shocked too. He didn’t expect himself to react in that way. Maybe he didn’t expect himself to react at all.

Hermione certainly didn’t expect him to react. Even after all the little somethings, she was never quite sure because he never said it. He never apologized—which of course she did not expect—but he also didnt articulate a change in opinion. Yes, she knew he didn’t use that word anymore and he wasn’t cruel but some part of her thought prejudice like that was sewn into his bones. And maybe, she thinks, it really is. But maybe his something for her is enough to overcome it, to rewrite it.

As she is lost in her thoughts and her shock and her confused, slightly guilty pleasure, she watches the scene unfold as though from afar. He’s talking to her and the boy is still on the ground screaming things about death eaters and expulsion and Hermione’s desperately wants to break out of her fugue to comment on his hypocrisy but she can’t. She’s watching his mouth move in front of her face and his silver eyes dart nervously searching for a reaction. She’s transfixed. And then she’s not. And then she’s threading her arms around his neck and pulling him down and she’s kissing him.

He freezes for a moment. Is this real? Is this ok? Is this really real? And then reality comes back and he realized she’s actually kissing him and he’s kissing her and they’re in front of a large group of prefects who are silent. She pulls back, blushing terribly but eyes unashamed, daring him to say something. Or maybe to say more than something.

Hermione Granger was never one to wait for the bloke to make the first move, so she gives him more-than-something first.

“Everyone get out. The heads need to discuss what to do about this incident.” Her tone is authoritative and strongly contradicts the embarrassed blush covering her face and spreading dow her collarbones. No one argues. And then they are alone. She turns to him.

“Thank you for…”—she struggles to find the right word, “for standing up for me. I appreciate it. And…I apologize for…um”

He’s been staring at her this whole time, but as she starts to mumble and go quiet with nervousness he starts to smirk.

“Oh, don’t try to get out of this, Granger. You just snogged me in front of everyone. It’s much too late to back out.”

She wants to scream. He’s teasing her, she knows, and she can read between the lines but damn it she just wants him to say the words and give her more than something because she doesn’t want to have to guess on a thing like this.

Maybe he sees her desperation. Or maybe he doesn’t know what to say. He steps into her, cups her face between his hands, and kisses her. Not urgently like she did, but slowly and prettily and despairingly. The kiss says I’m sorry and I want this and I want you and tell me to stop now because otherwise I will keep going.

They’ve spent the whole year communicating without words. And, in this moment, they both agree to continue on a little longer as they have been. There are years ahead of them to talk and discuss and argue. Right now, they are content to just be, to communicate with hands and lips and eyes. Because it’s something, and something is all they could ask for and all they can gives

[innaminitus]

Gingerbreads

Pairing: George x reader x Fred

Request: WEASLEY TWINS CHRISTMAS SMUT YES PLEAASE where they both like the reader but like make a deal that it’s either both of them for her or none of them? THANK YOU

Warnings: smut, no twincest

Word count: 2671

A/N: BIG NOTE: if you are not okay with this kind of fic, you are free to not read it. there is plenty of similar fics all over tumblr, you can avoid them, too.

first fic from my Christmas at Hogwarts series! Feel free to send requests!

The hallways were filled with candles and glittery chains, on every corner there was a Christmas tree, decorated with all kinds of ornaments, gingerbreads and dried oranges, filling the air with the specific scent of holidays.

Disgusting.

You hated the so called ‘holiday spirit’ and basically everything that involved anything associated with Christmas. It wasn’t your fault, really. You remembered times when you actually quite liked Christmas. Not much of it you remembered, though, since you were just a small child when it all fell apart. It was Christmas, after all, when your father murdered your mother right in front of you. Cinnamon and oranges only made you anxious now.

Suddenly someone bumped into you from behind.

“Hey, Portkey!” The Weasley twins blocked your view and both walked backwards in order to see you.

“Stop calling me that…” You furrowed at the nickname, but couldn’t help but to smile.

You got the nickname after the circumstances in which you met the twins.

You were scrubbing the cauldrons in Snape’s office as your detention when the door opened and Filch jumped on his chair in which he has been snoring for at least half an hour now. Snape stormed through the door, dragging two boys by their collars. You saw them before, the famous Weasley twins, the jokers of Hogwarts.

“Messrs. Weasley will help Miss Y/L/N clean the cauldrons. I expect them to be clean enough to see my own reflection.”

“Of course, professor!” Filch nodded his head. “I’ll make sure they will!”

But despite what he said, right after Snape left Filch sat back on his chair and started snoring once again. Fred or George laughed at him and grabbed one of the sponges you were using to clean one of the cauldrons from something thick and sticky.

“I’m Fred” one of them said “and this is George.” He pointed at his twin who cringed at the sight of dirty cauldrons.

“I’m Y/N,” you murmured without taking your eyes off a particularly dirty place.

“And how did you end up here?”

You smirked and looked up.

“I turned Filch’s mop into a portkey. He ended up on the roof every time he touched it.”

They both laughed at your words.

“Brillaint!” said George. At least you thought it was George. “We gave the whole first year Fainting Fancies.”

“Only to test them, of course.”

“But Granger ruined the fun.”

You stopped scrubbing for a second and looked at them with dismay.

“What on earth are Fainting Fancies?” you asked, not sure if you actually want to know the answer.

“Ah!” Fred straightened, obviously very proud of himself. “Our invention! We are working on sweets that make you ill.”

“Sweets that make me ill?” You raised your eyebrow.

“Exactly. You take one and have, in example, instant fever. Perfect before an exam you forgot about.”

“You guys are really something else.”

It was in the middle of September. You have become quite inseparable ever since, the jokes and hours of detention really brought you together.

“Ready to leave for Christmas?” asked Fred, almost tripping over an old rug.

You dragged his arm and forced him to walk next to you, afraid he might actually fall next time. George also joined your side.

“I’m not leaving. I always spend Christmas here.”

“Well, actually that makes sense. I wouldn’t like to spend Christmas with a Slytherin either,” Fred laughed, but George stormed him with sight. “What?”

You only talked to George about what happened to your family. One night you were changing the lenses in telescopes in Astronomy Tower, so instead of stars they would show a giant eye of a person who would use them and ended up looking at the night sky filled with dark clouds. You were talking about everything and nothing, and from word to word you ended up confessing it to him. How your father killed your mother, because she wouldn’t join him as a Death Eater. How you run away through the back door of your house and, swallowing tears, stormed to your neighbors. How the Aurors would take your father to the Azkaban and leave you at an orphanage. How no one would adopt you.

“It’s just… Celebrating Christmas in an orphanage is never fun. I much prefer it here than there.”

Fred’s smile fainted. “I’m- I’m sorry, Y/N, I had no idea.”

“That’s fine.” You waved your hand at him. “You couldn’t know.”

He looked at his twin, they exchanged looks that seemed to say more than any word could.

“Alright, that’s it,” George said. “You have to come with us for Christmas.”

You shook your head with a faint smile. “It’s alright, boys. I’m fine on my own, really.”

“Well, we’re not.” Fred stopped, blocking your way up the corridor. “That’s it, you’re coming with us. I already told mom you would.”

You furrowed. “No, you didn’t.”

“But I will, so you better go pack yourself.”

You sighed. Would it really be so bad? Would you go down memory lane and get fifteen panic attacks by the time you step through the door of their home or would you finally soothe the horror you’ve been living in for past twelve years? There was only one way to find out.

“Alright. I’ll go.”

***

You were nervous during the whole train ride, and now you felt as if you were about to jump from your own skin because of anxiety. With the rest of the Weasley siblings and, of course, the one and only Harry Potter you were waiting outside the King’s Cross station for Mr. Weasley, who was going to pick you up. In a car, they said. You couldn’t possibly imagine how exactly you would fit in a car with all the baggage, but magic surprised you way too many times for you to still question everything. This time it was no different – although Mr. Weasley parked a simple black car, he supposedly got from the Ministry (it had something to do with Potter, but you didn’t ask too many questions) inside it was as big as a van. Every single one of you could fit inside, and you still had plenty of room left. They all chattered and laughed during the way, but you were too stressed to even listen to them. You regretted your decision already. You should be at Hogwarts, in your dorm room, alone, reading a book and drinking unholy amount of hot chocolate with marshmallows. The elves would always bring you some food and this perfect beverage since you never joined the rest of the students which stayed as well. But it was too late now.

The car stopped before an old, weirdly crooked house which looked like a patchwork blanket you had when you were little. Somehow it made you feel warm inside.

You got out right after Ginny, with your bag in hand, unsure what to do. You locked your eyes on flying lights around the roof of the house. Could it be fairies? Or just enchanted string of plain lights?

All of the sudden you felt heavy arm around your shoulders. “Hey, Portkey, you alright?” Fred asked, his sight following yours. “Yeah, I know it’s not much, but–“

“It’s perfect,” you interrupted, smiling.

His face brightened and you noticed sparkles in his eyes. Pretty.

“Go on, lovebirds!” Ginny waved at you and you noticed that it was now only you and Fred standing outside. You blushed suddenly and hurried inside.

“Oh, hello, dear!” Mrs. Weasley smiled at you and grabbed your arms, squeezing them lightly. A big warm smile bloomed on her face. “You must be Y/N! How lovely to finally meet you, I’m so glad you’ll spend holidays with us!”

“Thank you for having me.” You smiled back. This woman just greeted you like an old family friend, not an orphan she sees for the first time in her life. It was… oddly nice.

***

You were sitting on a sofa, your knees under your chin, staring blindly at the yule tree, your sight blurred to the point where you only saw points of colorful light. The dinner was wonderful. Mrs. Weasley asked George in a letter what your favorite food was, and of course made it just for you. She also made sure there was no scent of gingerbread spice. It was just a little too much for you.

“You’re not asleep?” Someone’s voice interrupted your mindless procrastinating.

You blinked and turned your head to look at George walking down the stairs.

“Not yet… I’m a little overwhelmed. Don’t mind me.”

He sat next to you. The sofa was quite small, that’s why you put your legs down, and now his thigh was touching yours.

“I know my mum can be… intense. To say the least, but she means well.”

“I know that, and she’s lovely, really, it’s just… I don’t know. A lot to process for me. I haven’t had real Christmas since I was a kid. And you are all trying to make me feel welcome…” You turned your head from him, suddenly ashamed. “I feel like I don’t deserve any of it.”

A second passed, then another, and you felt his warm fingers under your chin. He gently turned your face back to him.

“You deserve everything, Y/N.” He moved so close to you that for a second you were sure he was going to kiss you, but he hesitated mere millimeters from your lips. Hotness flushed your cheeks. He smelled like pine tree and suddenly you decided it was now your favorite scent. You waited for a second that felt like an hour, and slightly moved away in the same moment he moved forward. A small gasp escaped your lips, he leaned even more, undaunted, and kissed you gently. No tongue, not even opened mouth, just lips touching lips. It was a long kiss, though, and when he moved away you felt uncomfortable chill on your mouth.

“George–“

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t–“

“No,” you interrupted. “Do it again. Please.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. His hand landed on the back of your neck, he pulled you to him, and butterflies erupted in your stomach. Enough with the gentleness, he was needy, as if he’s been waiting for your lips his whole life. His other hand was on your thigh, he was turning you more towards him as his tongue slid into your mouth.

“Well, well, well.”

You parted immediately, somehow ashamed. Fred slowly walked down the stairs, a hint of smile on his face. “What do we have here?” He stood before you, hands crossed. “I thought we had a deal, Georgie.” Wait, what? “It’s either both of us or none of us.”

You blinked once, then twice, but couldn’t understand the situation. You looked at George, hoping that maybe he would make it clearer.

“I know, I know,” he sighed “but I couldn’t help myself.”

Your heart missed a beat, but not in a pleasant way. Were they… making a bet?

“Can any of you tell me what the hell are you talking about?” you asked, lovely moment from just a mere minute ago long gone.

George rubbed the back of his head and exchanged looks with Fred. They were doing it again, communicating without words.

He sighed. “We– we both like you, okay? And we agreed that none of us will be with you… unless the other one would also be involved.”

You swallowed hard. Did he mean… to be with them both? At the same time? It seemed crazy but… you liked them, too. They were both handsome, obviously. Would it be so bad?

“Okay,” you said, the steadiness of your voice surprising you. “We can– we can try.”

They seemed as surprised as you were, looking at each other once more.

Fred was the first to speak, after he cleared his throat. “Then maybe… let’s go to our room?”

You nodded and followed him up the stairs, feeling the warmth of George’s body behind you.

It was oddly arousing. You had to be quiet, to not wake anyone. You knew you’d have to be quiet later when… When what exactly? Were you going to have sex? Or was it just your hope?

You entered the twins’ room, bathed in moonlight. It smelled like pine here as well…

Suddenly a hand was on the back of your neck, Fred’s tongue first, a split second before his needy lips landed on yours. You didn’t think, you didn’t wait, you gave back every kiss, your tongue next to his. While his fingers were tangled in your hair another set of hands played with skin under the hem of your shirt, bolder with each passing moment. He traced the curves of your body, shamelessly traveled up, and up, his soft fingers caressed the side of your breasts only to finally land on your hardened nipples. You moaned in Fred’s mouth at which he bit your lower lip.

“You like how he touches you, huh?” His voice no more than a whisper, sent shivers down your body. “Wait till I touch you.”

George rolled your nipples in between his fingers, but soon his hands were gone, because Fred lifted you up. They seemed to have one mind, what one thought the other acted. George sat on one of the beds, Fred seated you between his brother’s legs. His fingers hooked on your pajama pants and your panties, but before he took them off he took a look at you, one eyebrow raised in silent question. You could go back now, they wouldn’t blame you. Only… you didn’t exactly want to go back. You lifted your hips, your answer just as silent as his. He grinned and slid your clothes down your legs. George gripped your shirt and soon it was also gone, but you weren’t cold. You had two bodies to warm yourself and you were gladly going to use them.

George’s soft lips traced the curve of your neck while Fred was watching your arousal grow under his brother’s touch. His hands slowly parted your thighs, showing your already pulsating pussy. His twin’s fingers were kneading your breasts and mercilessly pinching your nipples while his mouth landed on yours, kissing you passionately.

He caught you by surprise, really. Almost making you jump when you felt warm tongue spreading your folds, surprise quickly turning to pleasure when Fred’s tongue started to, gently at first, play with your dripping pussy. Oh, but he was impatient. Soon you were a moaning as he was sucking on your clit and slowly pushing one finger inside of you. George wasn’t planning on being any worse than his brother – his skillful fingers could probably make you come just by playing with your nipples and soon you were biting your lips almost till they bled, only to not moan their names.

The pleasure was unbelievable. Feeling of two bodies against you, flicks of Fred’s tongue and moves of George’s fingers and his lips on yours – it was all too much to bear, too much for one person to experience. And you found yourself lost in this pleasure when Fred joined another finger deep in your pussy. Your muscles clenched on him, he started sucking on your clit, George’s fingers pinched hard and all of the sudden you were almost knocked out by the most intensive orgasm you’re ever had.

They gave you a moment to come down from the high and slowly started to undress when you suddenly heard a knock on the door.

“Can you wrap it up?” You heard Ginny’s whisper. “Mom asked me twice already where you are, Y/N, I’m running out of excuses.”

You got all red and slapped your hand over your mouth, looking at the twins who tried very hard not to laugh. Fred handed you your clothes and George leaned to your ear “We’ll finish it tomorrow.” A shiver went down your spine. Well, now you’ve had new Christmas memory to hold onto.