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The Ear that wasn't
pairing: George Weasley + reader
word count: 1,312
warning: injuries, death and it's a bit angst
Summary: After the battle of the seven (eight) Potters, George becomes distant, and you decide to find out why
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After moving to the Burrow, things have changed. Everyoneâs more sombre, and the world seems a little darker. The impending doom of Voldemortâs terror a bit more real. Madeye died and Hedwig as well when we were attacked while moving from Privet Drive to here. It was fun pretending to be Harry for a bit, the polyjuice potion wreaked and tasted awful, but looking like someone else was amusing, that was before death eaters started throwing spells left and right at least.Â
The most noticeable change in my life was the distance that George has been placing between us for a month since we came here. The first two days I stayed by his side while he was recovering from becoming âholeyâ. We couldnât bring any medics to the Burrow, so we all had to make due with our collective medical knowledge; finding spells to ease the pain, recalling how to put on a proper bandaid, and how to stop the blood from gushing.Â
Fred and I were riding together, and went to the Burrow via another route along with the others in order to confuse the death eaters as to who was Harry while George was getting hit with a sectumsempra. We arrived at the Burrow and there seeing Hermioneâs sad expression looking at me and Fred made my heart lurch to my throat. I couldnât recall a time Iâd run faster inside to find George lying on the sofa.Â
I spent the first few days tending to him, and spending as much time near him as possible, mostly due to the nature of our relationship and also to take care of him. Weâd only gotten news about his ear when we finally reached madame pomfrey (a trustworthy person) who told us that George wouldnât be able to get his ear back. Iâd expected it, but George seemed heartbroken.Â
I stayed behind after dinner, tidying up the table at a slower pace than usual, watching as George cleared the cups too. His movement is precise but never without a little whimsy. The bandage is still wrapped around his head, and he starts shoving cups between the crook of his elbow to hold more in one go. I clear my throat, âHow do you feel?âÂ
âWell.âÂ
I sigh, knowing how curt all his replies have been. He heads into the kitchen and I continue to stack the rest of the plates before waving my wand, sending them into the kitchen. I walk behind them and point my wand into the sink, allowing them to gracefully pile up inside. The magical tools get to work and start rinsing.Â
I look into the living room first looking for George, and I see him sitting on the couch twirling around his wand, and staring off deep in thought. Madame Pomfrey had informed us that his (additional) lack of focus could occur due to the concussion and spell, as well as some loss of balance. I gulped, âDo you need anything?âÂ
âNo.â He grumbles, and leans back sinking into the sofa. I walk closer to him and take a seat beside him. He doesnât bother to spare me a glance. I bit my lip and hesitantly said, âWe can go take a nap for a bit in the room if youâd like?âÂ
âI donât need you fussing over me.â George snaps, and I purse my lips, used to this attitude from him over the past month. I shuffled closer to him, and confessed, âIâm not fussing over you, I just want to spend time with you.âÂ
He sets his wand aside and sighs. He puts his head in his hands, hunching over his thighs. The fire crackles and fills up the silence between us. I place a comforting hand on his back, stroking his skin, feeling the soft material of his shirt and his vertebrae. He sighs once more, and deep in thought he whispers, âWhy?âÂ
âBecause youâre my boyfriend.â I chuckle at the absurd question, even when he wasnât I loved spending time with him. He looks at me, palm holding his cheek, and my amusement dies down from seeing his miserable eyes, and wrinkled eyebrows. My hand lifts from his back and moves to his hand. I ask, âWhatâs going on, George?âÂ
âI-â he stutters, and looks away. I squeeze his hand supportively, and he closes his eyes. I let all the thoughts that have been jumping around in my head stay for a second of all the things he could say, the most prominent being: I donât love you anymore. He sucks in a breath and turns back to lock into my eyes. He mused, âIâm not good-looking anymore, and I donât want you to not want me.âÂ
I blink, and process. George, the ever confident, forever handsome, cocky and funny George Weasley doesnât think heâs good-looking anymore. What would even make him think- ohâŠthe accident. I say, âIs this about your ear?âÂ
He looks away once more and I know that itâs the truth. I start rubbing comforting shapes over the back of his hand, and I reach over to grab his other hand. I protested, âI donât think youâll ever stop being good-looking, not to me.âÂ
He scoffs, not believing my words. I could see his eyes begin to have a slight shine to them. I pout at his expression, and I drop his hand to reach over and cup his cheek. I turn his head towards me, and brush my thumb over his cheekbones. He let out a bitter chuckle before he smiled, sputtering, âIâm practically deformed.âÂ
I smile at him, and give him a look. I lean into him, smelling his familiar scent that I havenât been able to smell in a while. The wood and biscuits engulf my senses. I kiss his lips, and his eyes flutter momentarily to a close. I let my lips linger near his before pulling away and watching his closed eyes as he sighs before looking back at me. I whisper, pulling his face to mine, âEven if you were a troll, Iâd still love you George.âÂ
He gulps and checks my eyes for any glimmer of a lie. He leans into my hand, and pouts. He relaxes looking at my face before slowly turning his head to press a kiss to my inner palm. His lips linger and he cups my hand with both of his. He kisses it again before adding, âI donât want you to not be attracted to me.âÂ
âYouâre plenty attractive George with or without two ears.â I commented. He squeezes my hand, the warmth of his fingers spreading to mine, providing a comforting head during the dead of winter. I convince, âAnd I believe that thereâs more to our relationship than just your looks, George. Thereâs your wit, and your kindness, and your humour- and I could go on for so long, so youâll have to stop me, and your smile and laugh, your courage-âÂ
âI get it, I get it.â George chuckles, and pulls our intertwined hands back up to his lips to press a kiss on each of my knuckles, feeling his warm breath on my hand and the softness of his lips on each of my knuckles. He gazes at me sincerely and says, âThank you.âÂ
âItâs only the truth.â I state, and he pulls me into a long and deep hug, resting his head into the crook of my shoulder, giving me kisses whenever he sees fit. My arms still reach after him when he pulls away to say, âIâd also still love you even if you were a troll.âÂ
âThank you, thatâs good to know.â I laugh, and I finally see that wonderful humorous grin of his. He stands up and encases my hand to pull me up beside him. He presses his lips to mine then suggests, âHow about that nap?âÂ
a/n: I really wanted the gif to be the scene when Harry and Ginny are kissing and he goes "Good morningg", but alas I couldn't find one, so this will have to make do. Hope you liked this one.
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Hiiiii um I really need needy ron Weasley x f!reader.
I need hastily pulled into an abandoned classroom out of nowhere bc he misses you and needs to give you head :3
wc: 1.3k warnings: semi-public sex, oral (f!receiving), naked dry humping, handjob.
It was all because of these stupid N.E.W.T exams that you took oh so seriously. Had you cared as much (or little) as Ron did, he wouldn't have his head laying in book pretending to work whilst Harry and Hermione studied around him wishing that he was with you instead. To him it's not only been hours since he'd seen you; it's been days, weeks, months, and he couldn't possibly be craving you any more.
"Ron. Ron! Oh dear, what's his problem?" He hears Harry chuckle at Hermione's words, his attention now completely on Ron. "You alright mate?" Ron only shakes his head with a groan, looking up at his friends who stare at him with two very different looks on their face. "Are we missing a certain someone?" Teases Harry, who yelps when Hermione hits him on the shoulder with a book. The two start bicker and Ron gets up, deciding to leave to his dorm.
Once he's there, laying down on his bed, he longingly gazes at the polaroid of you with your arms wrapped around him, giving him a big celebratory kiss for his first ever Quidditch win while the rest of the Gryffindor house cheered for you. He whines, lightly rutting his hips into his mattress. He needed you. Now.
To his luck, the next day was a Saturday - famously known as the Hogsmeade day at Hogwarts, meaning the halls would be mostly empty. Unfortunately for him, it meant that you would be using the unusual silence to your advantage and study until the rest of the students came back from their trip. So when he spotted you in the hallway, rummaging through your tote bag as you made your way to the library, he quickened his pace to catch up to you.
"Hey baby." He spoke when he caught up to you, finally slowing down, panting slightly. Your head shot up in surprise and you grinned, looking at you boyfriend. "Ron!" He quickly looked left and right, then decided the hallway was empty enough to give you a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his head into your neck. "Hey sweetheart." He murmured, the sound muffling against your skin.
You pulled away from him slightly to press a soft kiss against his lips, and that's when he snapped. His hands migrated to grip your hips tightly and he opened his mouth slightly, licking your bottom lip for access. You gasped, eyes shooting open in shock when Ron slipped his tongue in your mouth, before you closed them, allowing yourself to enjoy the short moment. You were panting when Ron pulled away, but before you got to ask him anything, he was grabbing your hand and dragging you into the first empty classroom he could find.
You didn't have time to process what was happening as Ron muttered a quiet locking spell, before wrapping his arms around your waist once more and picking you up, placing you on closest desk he could find and falling onto his knees in front of you. "Ron!" You gasped, trying to get a hold of his wrist as he dragged your underwear down your thighs. "Shh baby, it's okay." He stated, dipping his head under your skirt. His arms hooked under each of your thighs, spreading them wider for him and he blew cold air straight into your core, causing you to shiver, your face flushing pink.
Your hands gripped his hair tightly and you bit back a moan as soon as Ron started leaving open mouthed kisses on your thighs, taking his time with you. The second you whimpered a small "please" his composure broke, and he moaned loudly, immediately pressing his mouth against your naked pussy. He sucked harshly on your clit and dipped his tongue into your entrance, feasting on you like a starved man, as though he had never tasted you before.
You pushed his head deeper into your core, allowing him to eagerly lick deeper into your folds, as your legs started to tremble. Ron groaned into you, muttering "Let me hear those pretty moans darling", which caused you to practically melt around him, the moans you were holding back now coming out of you with no way of being stopping. Your legs squeezed tighter around his head, and your hips rolled against him, but Ron's strong arms spread them wider, and the cold air to hit you, sending your hips bucking into him.
He flipped your skirt up, allowing you a clear view of Ron shoving his face into you, his nose rubbing against your clit perfectly. You whined, throwing your head back, starting to incoherently beg "Please, please Ronnie." Ron moaned into you at the use of the nickname only you were ever allowed to call him. He focused on your clit, suckling on it desperately as he brought down one of his hands from your thighs, immediately inserting two thick fingers into you and pumping them at an unforgiving pace inside you.
He cured his fingers so they hit your g-spot deliciously and you cried out, tears starting to form in your eyes. "Please, please" you chanted, your legs beginning to tremble at the overstimulation on your more vulnerable parts. Ron was vocal about his pleasure, the vibrations from his groans sending you over the edge. You tugged at Ron's hair, legs clamping shut and back violently arching while he rode you through your orgasm, his fingers slowing down inside you as he said words of affirmation to you. "There you go sweetheart, you did so well darling."
Ron sighed in satisfaction when he pulled his fingers out of you, the hand still on your thigh caressing you slightly as you caught your breath. You looked down at Ron and whimpered at the look of admiration he gave you, your orgasm covering his face, with his red hair sticking to his forehead.
You tried reaching for his shirt to pull him up, but understanding what you meant, he got up from his knees, proudly displaying he tent in his trousers, and cupped a hand around the back of your neck to pull you into a sloppy kiss. You moaned at the taste of your own juices, and pulled Ron in deeper, slipping your tongue into his mouth. You grabbed at his shirt, almost losing balance from your place on the small desk, and tugged him closer to you, his boner now flush against your bare cunt. "Fuck y/n" he groaned, his hips moving against you on their own. "At least take your trousers off" You whine, fiddling with his belt.
Ron's hand take their place to undo his belt, toying with the button on his pants while you take your turn leaving kisses on his neck, sucking on the soft spot under his ear while he whimpers, freeing himself from his constraints and immediately beginning to grind his hips against yours, the tip of his dick catching on your clit, making you both moan in unison. You buck your hips into his, moaning when you look down and see how desperately Ron tries to get himself off.
Your hand comes up to his face, and you push it towards you until you can slam your lips against his, your other hand fisting at his dick. Ron moans loudly when you start moving your hand up and down, squeezing him at the shaft. He humps his hips up into your hand, his mouth opening as he gasps a moan, deepening the kiss while doing so, and you feel him releasing onto your hand and his abdomen.
You expect him to pull away from the kiss so he can catch his breath, but when you try moving away from him, his arms wrap tighter around your waist, impossibly deepening the kiss before he finally separates from you.
"I fucking love you." He pants, his head leaning on your shoulder, and despite everything, you giggle, kissing his soft cheek, before saying "I love you too."
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george weasley moodboard and headcanons pretty please? :3
Sorry for taking so long, I hope you like it đ€ đ
â George Weasley Moodboard & Headcanons â
golden retriver boyfriend? golden retriver boyfriend!
oh man, he's head over heels for you
kinda feel like everyone knew he had a crush on you because of the way he stared at you and smiled like an idiot (but he's your idiot so it's okay)
he needs physical touch to function properly, always touching you in some way
holding hands while walking down the corridors, elbows brushing against each other during a lesson, fingers moving delicately to move a strand of hair out of your face... I could go on
please go watch his quiddich practice, he'd be so proud :)
sweaty hugs after a match (not that you dislike)
like I said before, gossip trio
and man, he's so ruthless too đ
sassy queen
calls you beautiful out of the blue just to see you blush
casually pats your head
you spend every holiday at weasley's and he LOVES IT
doesn't like how close you're getting with his sister though
he put up a tent one night and watched the stars with you đ„čđ
I feel like your first time together would be on one of those occasions
kinda the playful type, but also really sweet
his family loves you (actually doesn't understand how someone like Mr. Goofiness pulled someone as good as you)
asks you to study together, tackles you onto the bed after ten minutes " 'cause he's not built for long-term concentration" đ€
"put that bloody book down, we're making a fort"
certified "I know you can do it yourself but let me do it for you" type of boyfriend
he'd lose his mind if you cooked for him (I mean, he already knew he was gonna marry you, but now he's more whipped than before)
always makes sure you don't get too stressed during exams season
casually bumps his head on yours while sitting
if you have bangs, he would 100% run his hand through them knowing that it infuriates you :)
please watch a horror movie together and enjoy him being scared to death
plays it cool, actually dying inside
I guess that's it
Love you, B. đ
I do not possess any of these photos, all credits go to the owners.
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Imagine George walking in on you and Fred making out in the kitchen
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Second Son (XVII) | Regulus Black
Series Synopsis: Forbidden from contacting Harry over the summer, you opt to explore the eerie halls of Grimmauld Place where you stumble upon a lonely portrait of the House's second son.
â Chapter Synopsis: Farewells and changes are on the horizon, as are unavoidable confrontations.
Part XVI / Part XVIII / Series Masterlist
Pairing: Regulus Black x GN!Reader
Notes: I hope you guys enjoy this...
You donât think youâve ever sprinted so fast. As you clamber through the bleached doorway of the home, nearly scaring Asger out of his skin, you suddenly jolt to a stop. Luna peers from over your shoulder, clavicle pressed against your back as she tries to distinguish the cause of your rigidness.Â
Slowly stepping inside, you feel your knees tremble as doubt begins to seep into your veins. Asger shoots you a concerned look before filling a glass up with water and disappearing into Regulusâ room.Â
Luna carefully guides you to the table and you take a moment to lean against the beat wood.Â
âAre you going to stay here?â Her airy words were free of judgment, tone light and even as if she were simply asking you what tea you preferred. You wordlessly nod, barely reacting when the girl pats your shoulders and skips after Asger.Â
You run your fingers down your coat as hesitation nips at your nerves, a bubble of anxiety rippling through your chest and up into your throat. Hobbling steps echo distantly in your head, and youâre faintly aware of Andersâ approaching magic.Â
âYou okay, kid?â His voice was gruff, but colored with understanding.Â
You hum quietly, still lost in your head. An unnerving silence roots itself in the room, and you hear Anders shift from leg to leg as he seems to grapple with himself for the right words.Â
âAlright.â He huffs.Â
You spin around and face the man, eyes widening at him before gluing to the open window across the room, âAlright? You donât think Iâm a coward?âÂ
Anders rolls his eyes and limps towards you, placing a rugged hand on your shoulder, âHell you thinking that for?â He moves to sit down next to you, âYouâre a lot of things kid, a coward ainât one of âem. Besides, I would do the same.âÂ
Tilting your head, you swallow harshly as a prickly sensation wraps around your neck, âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âIf my Anne were to walk through that door right now, I donât even know whatâd I do,â He shakes his head with a wry smile, âIsnât it funny that you can wish for something so desperately, but the prospect of it actually happeningâŠâÂ
âItâs unbelievable.â You add, watching as the man nods solemnly. You almost feel selfish for allowing your emotions to taunt you, knowing that you were being handed an ineffable opportunity that the man would kill for.Â
Before you can say much else, Asger cracks open the door with a resounding creak, slowly padding out with an unreadable expression, âHeâs asking for you.âÂ
Your eyes widen considerably at his words, and you turn to look at Anders for guidance. The older man simply jerks his head towards the door, eyes closing as an imperceptible smile tugs at his lips. He looked like he was making peace with somethingâbut what? Â
Slowly making your way towards the commodious room, you feel your skin buzz and numb, mouth drying up as you gradually sink into a pool of uncertainty. As you cross the threshold, eyes set on the floor, you feel Luna slink around you with a little pat to your back, leaving you both alone.
As the door closes behind you, you slowly raise your gaze up.Â
âHello, birdie.â Regulusâ smile is strained, as if he were pained, but his eyes are practically glowing under the light. Heâs sitting up on the makeshift bed, arms resting in his lap as he slowly fiddles with the frays of the blanket.Â
A sob tears through your throat, muddling your words into an incomprehensible blubber as you practically fly towards the boy, throwing yourself into his chest. Your tears were no doubt pooling through the thin fabric of his shirt, but the onslaught of searing emotion only continues to flare as you feel him wrap his arms around you.
His arms. It felt so foreign, but so safe. You donât think youâll ever get used to him not being in a rectangular frame.
âItâs okay now, Iâm here.â He whispers, hand running down your back as he soothes you.Â
You shift in his arms and lift your head up, broad tear tracks clinging to your cheeks, âReggieâŠyou remember me?â If you werenât so doped up on a tidal wave of emotions, you would have cringed at how thick your voice came out.Â
The boy smiles at you softly before bringing a hand up to cup your cheek, âWouldnât be able to forget you even if I tried, love.âÂ
A burst of affection threatens to demolish all of your sense of propriety as you gaze up at the boy, eyes furiously darting around his face to memorialize the tender emotion that paints his eyes.Â
You rest your head on his shoulder and tiredly huff, feeling him shiver under you as the cool air hits his neck. Itâs only after the passing of a few beats of silence when you realize that youâre practically sprawled across his lap.Â
Gaping momentarily at the mortification that shatters your euphoria, you slowly shuffle off of him, âSorry, Reg.âÂ
The boy tilts his head in confusion before tightening his hold, gently guiding your head back onto his shoulder, âNothing to apologize for, birdie.âÂ
You take a few moments to compose yourself, gently sniffling as your tears begin to cease in intensity, only occasional droplets cascading down. Nuzzling into Regulusâ shoulder unabashedly, your voice comes out a tad muffled, âSo do you remember everything then?âÂ
The boy drops his cheek down atop your head, fingers drawing patterns on your hand as he hums, âItâs all a bit foggy, but I remember the vital things. Of course, the memories from when I was a portrait are more coherent than my childhood memories, but Iâm mainly trying to remember how to articulate having a physical body.âÂ
âYouâre not doing too bad.â You tease, a light smile playing on your lips.Â
Regulusâ chest vibrates vaguely as he emits a small chuckle, âOh?â The boy peers down at you before dropping his lips down to the top of your head. Your heart skips at the blatant show of affection, and you grow impossibly fonder of the boy.Â
âThank you for coming back to me.â You whisper softly.Â
He slowly drops back into the capacious bed, drawing you down with him as he tucks you against his side, âThank you for finding meâŠagain.âÂ
You laugh airily and drop your hand on top of his, suppressing your fluster as he effortlessly weaves your fingers together. The both of you lay together in a comfortable silence, a sudden exhaustion weighing on your chest as you listened to the rhythmic beating of Regulusâ heart.Â
Youâre unsure of how much time has passed the next time youâre fully cognizant, eyes blinking rapidly to shake away the heaviness of your eyelids. It seems the lethargic state you were reduced to after your emotional reunion led you to a dreamless slumber. In your sleep, you practically glued yourself to Regulus, coming to a realization that the boy had somehow been shoved into the crook of your neck, now also in a peaceful drowse.Â
Brushing his curls away from your cheek, you run your fingers along his spine lightly, nails dancing along the clothed plane of his back. At your movements, the boy stirs groggily, a throaty grumble interrupting the atmospheric silence of the room.
You tighten your hold on him and grin when he blearily opens his eyes, head shifting to chase after the warmth of your skin.Â
âMorning, baby.â He whispers, nose nudging up against your jaw. His voice is scratchy and still marred by inklings of sleepiness, and youâre not entirely sure if he noticed the little pet name.Â
You bite your lip to tame the blinding grin screaming to escape on your face, bringing your fingers to run against his scalp, âActually, I think itâs nighttime.âÂ
Regulus huffs quietly against your neck, âGood, so letâs go back to sleep.âÂ
You hum and open your mouth to agree, but the rumbling of your stomach cuts through the air. Coughing lightly, you ignore the blazing embarrassment that pins itself in your chest, choosing to instead continue your movements.
Regulus nuzzles against you again before slowly detaching from you, raising himself on his elbows as he hovers over you. You could see the sleepiness fade away from his gaze, and you bring a hand up to tuck a curl behind his ear.Â
âLetâs get you some food, birdie.â He mumbles, dropping down to peck your forehead.Â
The boy sluggishly stretches as he practically rolls off the bed, arms raised above his head as he yawns. You smile and begin to flee the cozy confines of the blanket, readily moving away from the warmth to stick by Regulus.Â
âDo you want some tea?â You ask, keeping a careful watch to make sure he wouldnât promptly collapse into a weak heap of flesh and bones. Luckily, it seemed that the boy was gradually gaining strength.Â
Slowly pulling the door open, you peer out into the bleak twilight illuminating the house and sigh when you see that the others arenât around. As you make your way to the cupboards, hands deftly flying about to quickly make some tea for the both of you, you feel Regulus wrap his arms around you.Â
âLook at us being bloody domestic.â He murmurs, knocking his head gently against yours.Â
You feel the blood rushing through your ears as you direct all your energy towards making sure you donât accidentally break anything, too overwhelmed by the affection.Â
You clear your throat as you put the kettle on the stove, leaning back against the boy, âNot that I hate it, actually, quite the contrary, but I didnât peg you as an affectionate person.âÂ
Regulus draws patterns on your arms as he muses, âHm, âm usually not. Just for you, I suppose.âÂ
You were sure you were about to go into cardiac arrest, one hand flying up to make sure your heart wasnât attempting to fly out of your chest. You turn around to face the boy, eyes wide with uncertainty, âJust me?âÂ
The boy looks back at you with an assured gaze, smiling dopily at you, âYes, just you, birdie.â You mirror his smile and nod slowly, still unsure of what to say.Â
Before either of you can escalate the situation further, the loud whistling of the kettle rings through the air, its shrill screeching causing you to flinch back. You muffle a laugh behind your hand and watch as Regulus blinks in disorientation for a moment, shooting a look of mock irritation at the steel instrument.Â
âNo, please continue,â a brassy voice rings out from behind you both. You peer around Regulus to see Asger giving you a stare laden with impassiveness. Smiling impishly at the unimpressed man, you simply avert your gaze to the kettle next to you before glancing back at him, âTea?âÂ
As the breezy coat of nightfall loomed in the skies, you all decided to head out for a small trek to a pier nearby. Luna skips ahead of you and Regulus, leading your small group, as she scurries around to look for unique stones. Anders and Asger were trailing the three of you, both men walking in a comfortable silence.Â
A crisp wave of wind soars through the air, dotting your nose with coolness. Regulus has his arm looped with yours, eyes drinking up the sight of the environment around you, shining in disbelief and awe.Â
A flicker of sadness lingers in your heart as you ponder about how muddled everything must have seemed to him when he was a portrait, time gelling together into indistinguishability. You werenât sure which fate was worse: becoming an inferi or being stuck as a portrait.Â
The echoing of your footsteps on the wooden dock sound through the night with a woody hollowness, eyes trailing up the pier and towards the inky pool of water around you all. You feel Regulus tense beside you, and you stop in your tracks to study him.Â
His eyes are glassy and unfocused as he stares into the darkness of the water, body rigid as an internal turmoil seems to paralyze him. You want to smack yourself over the head with a bludger â Regulus was uncomfortable with the murky surroundings because it was reminiscent of his demise.Â
Tugging at his arm, you slowly guide him away from the dock, shaking your head when Anders glances at your retreating forms. Regulus slowly floats back down to you, eyes no longer as dim.Â
âIâm sorry. I totally forgot.â You mutter, hands reaching over to comfort him. The boy looks devastatingly vulnerable in his state, an anxious frown creeping up on his face. He had always been so strong for you, it was easy to forget that he wasnât insusceptible.
He shakes his head and subconsciously leans towards you, arms slowly lifting up to wrap around your frame, âNo, I didnât even realize myself.â His voice is faint, seeming to be tucked away behind his brief panic.Â
âDo you think youâre okay to travel, Reg?â You whisper, hands crawling up his shoulders to brush against his neck. The boy looks at you in confusion, but nods firmly.Â
Sighing, your hands rest on either side of his face, thumbs swiping against his cheeks, âWhen I went back to the cave with Anders to retrieve you, we accidentally encountered Voldemort.âÂ
Regulusâ words nearly jumble together at the news and his mouth drops open, âYou bumped into the Dark Lord?â
Grimacing at the wording, you shake your head, âOnly briefly. He could only see me, but Iâm apprehensive to stay here long. I donât want to endanger the Fiskes.âÂ
âWhere will we go?â He mumbles with furrowed eyebrows.Â
You bite the inside of your cheek and divert your attention to the stars causing Regulusâ eyes to flicker around your face, âBirdie, what does that look mean?âÂ
Hesitating for a few moments, you consider all of your options before speaking.Â
âReg, maybe youâd be safer here,â you reluctantly voice, âI mean, where Iâm thinkingâŠitâs too hampered by uncertainties.â You frown, eyes meeting his gaze to try and implore him to see your reasoning. It was not an outlandish assumption in your eyes, as bringing him with you would mean answering inexorable questions and integrating him back into society amidst a full blown war.Â
Regulus recoils as if youâve slapped him, eyes wide with shock that rapidly bleeds into outrage, âYou donât actually think Iâm letting you run off alone, right?â His voice is taut, bordering coldness, and you shakily exhale as your mind races.Â
âYouâre still recovering, Reg. Your magical core is still-â You begin to sputter, but Regulus shakes his head, and it has your words flushing away in a sweep of uncertainty.Â
He shifts impossibly closer to you, eyes softening as he rubs your back, âI know that youâre concerned, birdie, but I want to be with you. Iâm sorry that I got snippy with you right now, but this isnât negotiable.â He frowns and leans over to nudge his nose against yours, âIâll follow you to the ends of the worldâwherever your heart desires, but Iâm not leaving you to your lonesome when the Dark Lord is on your tail.âÂ
âIf you come with me, it wonât be easy.â You breathe out.Â
He smiles and tilts his head to the side, âAll the more reason to follow you, then.âÂ
You assess him for a few moments before nodding, rolling your eyes playfully at the satisfied glint in his eyes, âStubborn one, arenât you?âÂ
Regulus hugs you to his body and muses, âWell, someone needs to keep your self-preservation in check.âÂ
As the stars slip away from the canvas of the sky to give room to the rising sun, you all gather inside the house, surrounding the dining table. You had to practically mandhandle Regulus into your usual seat as there werenât enough chairs, but the boy only gave in once you compromised to share the seat with him.Â
Luna periodically flashes the both of you grins, eyes shooting off through you as she tangles with visions of the future. Anders leans back in his chair to stare at Regulus, seeming to appraise his worthiness. Asger simply sips his tea and awaits for the conversation to ensue, humored eyes peering at you all over the rim of his cup.Â
âAnders, I think that we should leave now,â you pause to clear your throat, âI donât want to intrude and I hate the thought that Iâm endangering you both, now that Voldemort is on my trail.â You word-vomit, hands fidgeting anxiously in your lap.Â
Subtlety was not your forte.Â
Regulus brings a steady hand to rest on your jittery ones as Anders grunts, âI understand, kid. You do know that we donât mind though, right?â He raises an eyebrow at you when you donât respond, âBut I get it.âÂ
You breathe out in relief and straighten up in your seat, âThank you, Anders, truly. This whole experience has been life changing to say the least, and I think Iâm going to miss you both, honestly.âÂ
Both men meet your eyes steadily, and Asger breaks out into a small grin before placing his cup down, âI think weâll miss you guys more, right Dad?â He turns to the older man, who merely grunts and looks away, but you would bet galleons that you saw a smile flash across his face.Â
Anders slowly pushes himself up and walks off into his room, emerging moments later with a satisfied expression, âHere, kid.â You slowly rise up in confusion as Anders extends a stack of clipped papers towards you.Â
âWhat?âÂ
The older man shakes his head and drops back down into his seat, âYou didnât think Iâd actually publish someone elseâs research, did you?âÂ
You hug the papers to your chest and gape at the man, âBut, a lot of this is your research now. Besides, why would youâŠâ You trail off, still boggled by a storm of perplexion.Â
Anders waves you off and rubs his knee, âIt's our research, kid. Anyway, I never intended to write it for myself in the first place, Iâm much too old to get caught up in the academic world again.â He looks up at you with a proud sheen in his eyes, âBesides, you did most of the rune work and connection of theories. You better make something of yourself, yeah?âÂ
You are rendered speechless at the blatant display of care from him, and you find yourself wrapping the older man up in a hug before you can stop yourself. The man pats your back as you whisper hushed words of gratitude.Â
You were practically holding your future in your hands.Â
As the sun breaks over the veil of morning twilight, dispersing the ground of its mist and biting chill, you all stand at the edge of the village. It is bitterly nostalgic for you, mind flashing back to all those months ago when you stumbled upon Asger during the peak of night.Â
Regulus stands back, now sporting one of Asgerâs oversized corduroy jackets (a deep green, in slytherin fashion, and he looked offensively good in it). He watches as you and Luna say your final farewells to the father and son duo. Luna and Asger chat idly, with the older man patting the girlâs head fondly, smiling when she passes over a large blue stone to him.Â
Turning away from the pair, you smile sadly at Anders, the older man already facing you with a calm expression, âStay safe, kid. Tom wonât know what hit him.âÂ
You flash an assenting smile at him before stepping forward to give him one last hug. Closing your eyes, you are rendered inarticulate with poignance, âIâm gonna miss you, old man.âÂ
He pulls back and pats your shoulder reassuringly, âWeâll be alright, I think itâs time little old me did some soul searching.âÂ
Frowning in confusion, you lean back to ask, âHow do you mean?âÂ
âReine has treated us well all these years, but Asger and I were thinking of a change in scenery.â The man avows calmly.Â
You step back and clutch the research papers tightly in your hands, âWeâll see each other again, right?âÂ
Asger swoops in and swings an arm over his fatherâs shoulders just as Luna bounces over to your side, hand clasping yours. The younger man grins at you brightly and inclines his head, âWho knows? Weâll be okay though,â he raises his head and his eyes grow serious, âbut we want to thank you. Youâve given us a lot to think about, and I think it's time we celebrated my motherâs life instead of stewing in static.âÂ
You nod, mouth betraying just how sentimental you felt as it tugged into a frown, âGo well, both of you.âÂ
Anders cracks a small smile and they both wave you off.Â
âGive him hell, kiddo.âÂ
âTake care of yourselves.âÂ
Wordlessly, you spin on your heel and walk towards Regulus with Luna in tow, the boy reaching towards you as you approach. In a blur, youâre interlacing your fingers with his and apparating away, the warping taking your mind away from any lingering sadness.Â
As you touch down on smooth pavement, you feel Regulus shift closer to you, swaying ever so slightly on his feet. After steadying the boy, you turn to take in the sight in front of you â Zabini Manor. White pergolas embellished with thick grape vines curtaining the structure were erected serenely on the clipped lawn. Further back, winding balustrades, highlighted by Italian terracotta pots housing enormous clusters of begonias seemed to welcome you.Â
The regal property towered over your figures, so much so that you all almost ignored the faint popping sound that echoed from next to you in favor of drinking up the sight.Â
âFiore be taking the Contessaâs guests to the parlor room.âÂ
You swivel around and face the house elf, nodding mutely as youâre all led inside. Regulusâ decorum is impeccable, years of etiquette lessons and pure blood preaching seeming to still be instilled in every joint of his body. Luna digs inside of her satchel all the way there and you hear vague clacking and shuffling from the bag.Â
As the heavy wooden doors swing shut behind you, you feel your neck prickle with goosebumps as you release your magic, seeking out any familiar signatures. Your movements border robotic as you beeline to sit on one of the ottomans in the parlor, spacing out as you peer through the window and see rows of hydrangea bushes. Â
It was time to face reality.
Regulus slowly traces shapes on the back of your hand as he glances around, no doubt comparing the furnishing to the dismal designs lining Grimmauld Place.Â
âThe brevity of peace is palpable these days, dear.â The euphonious voice breaches the threshold of the room before anything else, and youâre quick to school your face as the Contessa struts into the room, tobacco pipe clasped in one hand.Â
You stand up and smile diminutively at the woman, âContessa Zabini. Apologies for the intrusion.â
She sends you a sharp grin before taking her place on an ornate armchair, âNo need for the pleasantries, my dear. I must say that you are rather better company than those friends of yours.â She takes a quick hit of her pipe, crossing one leg over the other.Â
Masking your shock, you smile genuinely and shake your head, âIâm touched, Contessa. Which reminds me, I have failed to properly correspond with Blaise these past few months. I donât suppose heâs tried to cajole those friends of mine for information?âÂ
The woman exhales a cloud of smoke and hums, âAh yes, Blaise was quite disappointed from what I hear, but of course we both understood your precarious position.âÂ
âIâll have to write to him soon, then. I assume that everything is well here?â You begin to fiddle with the corner of the papers in your lap, back aching minutely from your prim posture.Â
The Contessa brings a hand to rest on her raised knee, eyes momentarily flickering towards Regulus as she smiles, âQuiet and uneventful, my dear. Now,â she tilts her head to gauge the sight in front of her, âI see that youâve found a friend.âÂ
You could see the cogs whirring behind her eyes, mouth set into a thin line as something akin to familiarity seeps through the cracks of her expression. Nodding, you peer at the boy from the corner of your eye to observe his expression before replying, âYes, heâs actually what I was referring to when I mentioned my personal interests.âÂ
The woman, to her credit, masks her brimming curiosity well, eyebrows raising as she mutely encourages you to continue. Regulus clears his throat quietly, âItâs a pleasure to make your company, Contessa Zabini.âÂ
The Contessa smiles pointedly at the boy and hums, âWell manneredâŠhow interesting. The pleasure is all mine.â She places her pipe down on the round table next to her, eyes never straying from Regulusâ expressionless face, âForgive me, but you look quite familiar, have we met before?âÂ
Regulus raises his eyebrows in show, âI do not believe so, Iâve been in recuperation for a number of years now.â
She doesnât seem entirely convinced but turns back to you with a delighted smirk as she continues to address the boy next to you, âI see. I do hope to get your name then as it intrigues me that you have the ability to convert someoneâwho the public thought to be a staunch Dumbledore supporter, into a neutral ally.âÂ
Before either of you can respond, the doors practically burst off their hinges as they swing open. The thundering sound has you wincing from your spot, eyes immediately flying towards the source of the intrusion. Your mouth peels open at the sight of your friends and a very enthusiastic Sirius.Â
Harry immediately beams as he catches sight of you, but his eyes grow as wide as saucers when he takes notice of the boy next to you. Hermione looks exhausted by the commotion around her, no doubt having mentally aged a significant amount in the time of her babysitting duties while you were away. Ron blinks owlishly at you, and waves hesitantly, posture shifty as he averts his gaze to assess the undisguised glower on the Contessaâs face.Â
Luna jumps up from her seat and scurries over to greet the trio, her smile immediately drawing Harryâs attention away from you both.Â
Sirius chuckles loudly as he stalks towards you, arms splayed wide open as he goes to hug you, âPup, youâre finally here!â You quickly hug the older man back, bewildered by his ability to immediately get tunnel vision.Â
As he draws back from you, your taciturn demeanor only heightens as you watch shock bloom across his face. The man springs back from you in a flash, eyes bulging out as he stammers for words at the sight of Regulus. The boy next to you gazes at his brother with regretful eyes, shoulders now sagging under the weight of the older manâs presence.Â
The fraught silence is interrupted by a disbelieving whisper from Sirius, âRegulus?â Â
âItâs good to see you, Siri.âÂ
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Me & The Devil P.2 đ| Harry Potter Imagine
takes place during HBP & DH1
Part 1 here Final Part | HP Masterlist
Characters & Pairings: Black!Sister reader x HP characters (platonic), Severus Snape x reader (platonic/semi-romantic)
Content Warnings: death, violence, profanity, angst, slight cannon divergence, mentions of torture and blood, set during the book timeline of the 1990s | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 6k
Requested yes/no
Premise: A dark storm is brewing over Hogwarts. The return of Voldemort and his Death Eaters spark unease in the Golden Trio. For a certain member of the Noble House of Black, she takes on a new role of double agent with the partnership between her and a certain Hogwarts professor. Will she survive the ordeal and get her freedom when it's all over? The odds are slim when acting as a loyal servant and hunted by aurors.
Note: Snape is 37 in this like the books and reader is 31. Part 3 will be the final chapter to this miniseries but I have no idea when it will be posted. Hope yâall like this one! Also near the end the final scenes are inspired by Wanda in MOM so yeah that belongs to Marvel
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Months went by. Waiting. Scheming. Y/n felt her mind deteriorate by the day. Between Bellatrixâs constant complaints of Dracoâs failures and Narcissaâs moping, Y/n spent most of her time in the attic of Malfoy Manor. Hidden away to perfect her spells and create new ones. She even managed to successfully become an animagus.Â
A black crow.
How fitting.
At times Y/n found herself sitting in front of the window. Especially when it rained. The lightning in the distance, the crisp air filling the attic walls. Lost in her thoughts, Y/n would caress the silver jewelry laid on her left ring finger.Â
Once a month sheâd receive a letter from Severus, unbeknownst to the others, detailing Dracoâs attempts and all the times Snapeâs had to cover for him. As part of their deal to keep quiet of the others' disloyalty and motives behind actions, Snape agreed to update her on Draco and keep the Order off Y/nâs trail. For Y/nâs side of the bargain, she agreed to deflect suspicion on him from their fellow Death Eaters. Specifically her sisters.
And what better way to do that then in holy matrimony.
âYou want to get married?â she scoffed, placing her wine glass on the coaster. Having left with her sisters following the unbreakable vow, Y/n returned later that night after Severus sent an owl. Sitting in the same leather chair from before, âYou humor me.â
âI can assure you I am everything but comical, Y/n,â he drawled, standing by the fireplace. The sound of wood crackling filled the room. âThis is not an arrangement I suggest lightly.â
Seeing how serious he was, Y/nâs demeanor changed. âWow,â her tone lowered, finger raising to tap her lips. Unable to read her mind since she was a gifted Occulmens like himself, Snape was left to wonder what Y/n was thinking. Truth be told the woman was more impressed than shocked by his proposal. âI think thatâs the first time Iâve been rendered speechless, Severus.â Standing, Y/n grabbed her glass and approached the man. âYou truly believe this would work? Proposing a marriage between usâŠ.â she trailed, glancing at the fire briefly, âis intriguing. Tell me more.â
Snapeâs expression remained the same, âIt is simply a matter of convenience.â No need to sugar coat it, âWe want to keep our secrets hidden. So long as you can assure your sisters stay off my backâŠ..Iâll make sure the Order stays off yours. We play the part of a happy married couple when operating business with the Dark Lord, and I will do everything in my power to get your freedom when this all ends.âÂ
Y/n liked what she was hearing. The more she thought about it, the more engrossed she became. Marrying Snape wasnât ideal--as the concept itself she did not care for--but Y/n could not deny the idea made her curious. Plus Severus was handsome, a talented wizard, and obviously, he knew her motives for following Voldemort. What her end goal was. She needed to keep him close.Â
âI think Iâll find playing the part of a smitten wife will be rather easy,â she rasped, stepping closer to Snape so their chests were nearly touching. Walking her fingertips up the length of his arm, Y/n leaned closer to Snape which ignited a sharp breath from the man. She smelled of expensive perfume. Their closeness allowed him to see how her eyes turned from their usual coldness to something more lustful. Almost sinister. His reaction made her smirk, âConfident you can manage the sameâŠ.husband?âÂ
Now, almost a year later, the two managed to successfully keep their union hidden from the Order. All while any suspicion the Death Eaters had of Snape seemed to disappear. Bellatrix, initially furious and doubtful of their ârelationshipâ, soon began to trust him. Still, the witch grimaced each time the pair greeted the other with an affectionate kiss. Or when Y/n took claim to Snapeâs lap during meetings. An action which surprised the man himself in the beginning.
Each letter Severus sent was met with one in return, however Y/n was careful to only send her owl in the late hours of the night. When her family was sound asleep. Signing the parchment with only her initials, but instead of B as the ending initial it was S. Sheâd never admit it aloud, but Y/n felt a sense of comfort with Severus. There was an overwhelming amount of hate in her heart, but the pinch of sanity left in her soul connected to him. Which is not a surprise. He is, of course, the only person who can relate to her.Â
Neither would call it love. Y/n possessed no love. And Snape lost his when Lily died. They had mutual respect and care for each other as their partnership grew. Finding the otherâs presence calm despite the world around them going to shit.Â
The news of Dracoâs success in connecting the two cabinets came from Bellatrixâs glee, the woman bursting into the attic with a loud, âItâs time, sister.â Reluctantly, Y/n trailed Bellatrix to Knockturn Alley, where they met several of their associates.Â
Dark clouds painted the sky. Thunder rumbling. It set the tone of the evening.Â
Y/n stayed stoic the entire journey. Hating every minute, yet doing nothing to escape. Where could she even go? The mark on her arm prevented her from doing so. Until Voldemort was defeated, the only way for her to stay alive was to continue the act of a loyal servant.Â
Draco was gone when the group breached the cabinet in a cloud of black smoke. The boy rushed to find Dumbledore and complete his task. He found the man on the observation deck of the Astronomy Tower. Unaware his longtime rival, Harry Potter, was below him, watching the scene play out.Â
The others arrived to witness Draco complete the task, however, in the end Snape was the one to administer the curse. And so the greatest wizard in history fell from the sky.Â
Y/n kept her eyes on Severus the entire time. Watching his reaction. When he went through with the unthinkable, Y/n wasted no time in rushing to his side. Cupping his face, she noticed the dissociative expression Snape wore. Mind processing what he had done. âSeverus,â he didnât respond, making her shake his shoulders, âlook at me.â Finally he meets her eye and the woman matches his anxious demeanor. âWe have to go. Now.âÂ
Clutching his robe, the two push Draco in the direction of the Death Eaters. Bellatrixâs maniacal laughter rings as she shoots a spell into the sky to bring forth the Dark Lordâs symbol in the clouds. Not long after the tower was surrounded by members of the Order, ensuing a battle between the groups. Y/n tried to avoid dueling as much as possible. Not wanting to harm anyone, especially the kids in the school.Â
Cutting the corner after dodging a spell from her niece Nymphadora, Y/n spotted the wretched Fenrir Greyback attacking a man she didnât recognize. Judging by the wild red hair he possessed, she assumed it was a Weasley. Greybackâs back was toward her, unaware she stood behind him. From the looks of it, the redhead was losing the fight.Â
Not sure what came over her at that moment, Y/n raised her wand and shouted, âStupefy!â The werewolf was flung into the wall behind him, falling unconscious.Â
âBill!â a voice screamed, Y/n turning to see a young woman running to where the Weasley laid. Bloodied and knocked out. Fluer dropped beside him, sobbing at the state of her fiance. She glanced up to see Y/n, immediately becoming frozen with fear while pleading with her to help. âY-you--H-heâs been--.â
Cursing to herself, Y/n approached the two. âHe wasnât bit,â adjusting her dress skirt, she grabbed the cuffs of Billâs jacket and gestured for Fluer to help. Together they moved him to a concealed area away from the battle. âHeâs been scratched.â Having studied werewolves while in school, the woman was well educated on the subject. Muttering a healing spell, Y/n attempted to at least stop the bleeding, however, she knew the extent of his injuries were serious. âNevertheless, the wounds are cursed. Theyâll scar.âÂ
Fluer watched her carefully, âW-why are you helping us?â Y/n gave no answer, instead casting a final healing spell before standing up to leave. In her peripheral vision, she noticed movement from Greyback, and sent a second stun his way to keep him unconscious. She always hated him, so it gave her great pleasure to pu thim down.Â
Truth be told Y/n didnât know why she helped the injured Weasley. It would have best suited her to get the hell out of there and let whatever outcome happen. Whether that be Greyback killing the man or Bill successfully overpowering the werewolf. But instead, she cursed her associate. Saving the life of âthe enemyâ.Â
Several agonizing minutes passed before Y/n managed to escape the tower. At Snapeâs order, she ran deep into the forest until she was far enough to apparate. Back at the manor she was immediately questioned by her sister.
âIs Draco okay,â Narcissa grabbed Y/nâs wrist to stop her from escaping to the attic. Eyes glossy with tears, âDid he--.â
âYour son is fine, Narcissa,â she roughly pulled away. âYou have my husband to thank for that--he finished the job.â There was immediate relief from Narcissa, exhaling the breath she had been holding. Y/n went straight to the liquor cabinent, taking a glass and pouring a generous amount before downing it. She then refilled the glass, offering it to her sister without a word. Once Narcissa took it Y/n kept the bottle for herself, saying nothing more as she made her way to the attic.Â
It wasnât long before the others arrived. Y/n heard Narcissaâs cry of relief upon seeing Draco. Bellatrix was busy scolding Greyback--something that brought a smile to her face. Other murmurs were made out, but hard to identify with all the noise. Moments later she heard the fast approaching sound of footsteps nearing her door. Jolting from her bed with her wand raised at whoever was about to breach it. Only when it was revealed to be Severus did Y/n lower her guard, rolling her eyes, âWhat have I told you about--.â
Snape slammed the door shut, muttering a silencing charm which caused Y/n to raise her brow. âWe need to talk.â Her guarded expression returned, but Snape beat her before she could question him. âI know you stunned the werewolf to save Weasley.â All movement from the woment seized, frozen in shock.
âHow do you know--.â
âI saw you with Miss. Delacour, Y/n,â Snape peers down at her with visible frustration. âWhy would you risk such a thing? If you had been caught--.â
âBut I wasnât, Severus,â she interrupts, eyes flicking to the door in fear someone was listening, but then she remembered the spell he cast. âI was careful. You should know better than to underestimate me. And to answer your questionâŠ.â she turned away from him, hands on her hips as she turned her focus to the woods beyond her window. âI donât know what possessed me to do what I did--It just happened. Maybe itâs the fact the Weasleyâs are distant family. Or because I fucking hate Greyback.â She throws her hands up in defeat, âOr I want the Order to have all its members to better their chances at winning this damn war. MaybeâŠâ her hands fall back to her sides, âdeep down thereâs some humanity left in me.â The words were so low it was barely a whisper. Y/n shook her head, the speck of softness replaced with disinterest.Â
âWhatever it was,â turning back to him, Y/n narrows her eyes in warning. âItâs no longer our concern. Dumbledore is dead, you killed him.â footsteps echo against the wood as she approaches Snape, noticing his expression change at the mention of the headmaster. âHe will be plotting his next move. We need to remain focused--I expect his attention will be on us more now given the circumstances.âÂ
Snape knows sheâs right. Killing Albus only shined a spotlight on him, and in turn on Y/n. He was now labeled public enemy #1 in the eyes of the Order. Voldemort himself will likely turn to Snape. They will have to up their game, continuing the act of a happy couple. Well happy as one can be in the middle of a war.Â
That summer was endless torture following the Headmasterâs death. Y/n not only had to deal with Voldemort growing stronger, but also the return of Lucius from Azkaban. It did bring the witch great joy to see the dark circles beneath his eyes and matted hair. One year in prison did a number on him.Â
Lucky for Lucius it was only one year. Had it been 15 like Y/n, heâd surely gone mad. Thankfully the two rarely saw each other. Not long after his release following Dumbledoreâs death Y/n moved into Severus' home. Only returning to the mansion when necessary.Â
At every Death Eater meeting Y/n had to fight yawning with how bored she was, keeping her expression blank even when addressed by Voldermort from time to time. The man wasnât blind. Well aware the youngest Black was not as forthcoming with her praises to him like Bellatrix. Never voicing her opinions, while also keeping any objections to herself like a smart person would do. He never fully trusted her. Even though she was married to one of his most trusted advisors, something in the back of his mind told Voldemort sheâd be the first to turn on him. Without proof, Voldemort kept a close eye.
The meeting tonight was just like any other. Seated at the massive dining table in Malfoy Manor, Voldemort at the head while the Blackâs and Malfoyâs flanked to the right. Y/n seated beside Draco, far from her sisters. Very telling of her attitude towards them.
Severus was the last to arrive, dark cloak tailing behind him. His entrance caught everyoneâs attention, while his was on his colleague hanging in the air. Muggle studies professor Charity Burbage. The wounds on her body indicated she had been subjected to torture.Â
âSeverus,â Voldemort greeted, âI was beginning to worry you had lost your way. Come. Weâve saved you a seat.â The headmaster took claim to the only free chair at the table, bidding a look to his wife, to which she slightly shook her head. Silently saying, âI had no part in this.â
Voldemort then said, âDo you bring news, I trust?â
âIt will happen Saturday next, at nightfall.â
âIâve heard differently, my Lord,â Yaxley interrupted at the other end of the table, then proceeds to say he believes Harry will be moved at the end of the month. The 30th of July. The day before his 17th birthday.
âThis is a false trail,â Snape insists. âThe auror office no longer plays any part in the protection of Harry Potter. âThose closest to him believe we have infiltrated the ministry.â
The Death Eater seated beside Y/n laughed, âWell, they got that right arenât they.â Several at the table joined in the laughter. The youngest Blackâs expression was tight, plastered with annoyance.Â
âWhatâs say you, Pius?â Voldemort addresses the man seated at the opposite head of the table.Â
Nagini curled herself next to the chair as he answered, âOne hears many things, my Lord. Whether the truth is among them is not clear.â Voldemort chuckles.
âSpoken like a true politician. You will, I think, prove most useful, Pius.â The Death Eater appears pleased by the compliment. Voldemort turns back to Snape, âWhere will he be taken, the boy?â
âTo a safe house. Most likely the home of someone in the Order. Iâm told itâs been given every manner of protection possible, once there it will be impractical to attack him.â
Suddenly the conversation is interrupted by Bellatrix. âMy Lord, Iâd like to volunteer myself for this task.â She leans against the table, voice dropping, âI want to kill the boy.â
âOf course you would,â Y/n thinks to herself, holding back the urge to roll her eyes. Frankly she found her sister to be stupid to ask such a thing. Considering Voldemort mentions his desire to kill Harry Potter everyday. And with the prophecy, thereâs no way heâd allow anyone else the opportunity to do the deed.Â
In the back, Charity let out a haunting groan, causing Voldermort to shout, âWormtail! Have I not spoken to you about keeping our guestâs quiet?â
âYes, my Lord,â the man spoke with urgency. âRight away, my Lord.â As he scurried off, Voldemort returned his attention to Bellatrix.Â
âAs inspiring as I find your bloodlust, Bellatrix,â the hope was clear in her eyes, disappearing with his next words. âI must be the one to kill Harry Potter.â With that she curled back into her seat, Y/nâs lips raising in a satisfied smirk.
âBut,â he rises from his chair, âI face an unfortunate complication.â As much as Y/n wanted to tune out this conversation, the nature of it was hard to dismiss. Especiall when the man walked behind the chairs on her side of the table. Brushing past her sisters before ending beside Lucius. There was satisfaction seeing him visibly afraid of Voldemort. A smirk on her lips when he was to give up his wand, a wizardâs most prized possession.
Her expression shifted when Charityâs brought to the center of the table. Death Eaters laughing at her despair and cringing with disgust at her profession. Y/n moves her gaze to Severus, whoâs emotionless to Charityâs pleas. Then when the womanâs killed and her body drops to the table, Y/n lifts her hand to grasp Dracoâs wrist. Squeezing it in warning for him to control himself when she sees his distraught state in the corner of her eyes.Â
The action surprises the boy. Draco sucking in a breath and forcing himself to relax. Once he does, Y/n removes her touch and waits to be dismissed by Voldemort. As soon as the order is given sheâs quick to leave the table, taking Snapeâs outstretched hand where he apparates them back home.Â
âHow do you plan--?â he doesnât let her finish the question.
âI have it covered.â Moving to his study, he hears her footsteps behind him, Y/n slamming the door shut once theyâve entered. He looked annoyed, âThis doesnât concern you.â
âThe hell it does!â she shouted, making him clench his jaw. Ever since the incident at the Astronomy tower the two had been on edge with each other. For one, the Order discovered their marriage causing Y/n to lose her shit. Now she was public enemy #2 in their eyes. Or 3 if you count Voldermort at the top. Her odds of the Order leaving her the fuck alone decreased immensly.Â
Second, Snape told her of his and Dumbledoreâs arrangement. That the headmaster asked Snape to kill him. A secret Y/n had trouble wrapping her head around and prayed to a higher power no one, especially Bellatrix, found out about.Â
Crossing over to him where he stood at his desk, Y/n caught his wrist to make him look at her. âIn case you have forgotten, dear husband, we are playing both sides right now. You say you want to protect Harry PotterâŠjust how do you plan to do that during an ambush you helped orchestrate? What the hell are we supposed to do if Harry Potter dies at his hands Saturday next?â Y/n squeezed his wrist tighter, âIâm putting all my trust into Severus Snape. You promised me my freedom when this was all over.âÂ
âI havenât forgotten, Y/n,â he removes himself from her grip, âYou say you trust me. Do so, and you wonât be let down.â
Y/n didnât know where it all went wrong. One moment she was flying in the sky, the next sheâs being rammed into by Bill Weasleyâs Thestral. Pain erupted in her chest, likely from a broken rib and caught herself on the creature's satchel. Her hand is then grabbed by the imposter Harry seated behind Bill, keeping Y/n steady to prevent falling to her death. Using her talent of legitimins, Y/n identifies the imposter as Billâs fiance Fluer.Â
âYouâre not Harry Potter,â she whispers, causing Harry (Fluer) to widen her eyes. The accusation was confirmed when Fluerâs voice responded, âHow did you know?â Before Y/n could answer, however, the world around her became black. Having been stunned by Bill who realized what was happening behind him. Â
Acting fast, Fluer reached with her other hand to further grasp Y/nâs now limp body onto the Thestral.Â
âWhat are you doing?â Bill shouted over the chaos, âSheâs one of them!â
âAnd she saved your life in the Astronomy tower, William!â Fluer screamed back. Using all her might, she hauled Y/n over the bottom half of the creature. Gripping the material of her robes and dress while ducking at the incoming curses around them.Â
When they finally made it to the Burrow, the shaky landing caused Fluer to lose her hold. Y/n fell to the ground, still unconscious. Bruises were sure to form on her body. Bill leaped off the Thestral, helped Fluer off and rushed to Y/n. After confirming she was alive by pressing his fingers to her pulse, the oldest Weasley took the death eater into his arms and followed Fluer into the house. But not before telling Fluer to take her wand which had been discarded into a ditch.
âWait here,â he said, placing Y/n in the care of Fluer by setting her on a bench outside the door, Bill entered to find the others gathered around an injured George. After the shock wore off of his brotherâs state, Bill announced the death of Mad-eye and departure of Mundungus. Deepening the already intense mood.
âThereâs something else,â he hesitated, eyes flickering to find everyone staring at him with unease. They watched Bill exit the house, only to return a second later dragging the last person they ever expected. Gasps rang out, wands drawn in Y/nâs direction. The witch barely conscious but fighting against Billâs hold. Eventually succumbing to sleep once again due to the pounding in her head.Â
With the help of Remus, the two propped Y/n in a chair, casting a spell to bind her hands and legs. âWhereâs her wand?â Remus urgently looked around, relieved to see the object in Fluerâs possession. He turned to Bill, âWhat the hell happened?â
As the oldest Weasley explained, Molly approached the woman, assessing her carefully. Y/n had dirt and grime in her hair. A small cut to her temple. Likely from a rock when she fell from the Threstral. Her breathing was shaky, pained groans escaping her mouth which Molly assumed was from trauma to her chest. Although the others were against it, Molly began performing healing spells on Y/n, âHad it not been for her my son would be dead! I do not care what side she is on--I shall offer the same courtesy.âÂ
The group was alerted to Y/nâs consciousness twenty minutes later when she groaned. Shifting in the chair, her eyelids fluttered briefly before opening to bright lights. Moaning, Y/n straightened up aware of the audience in front of her, however she did not appear concerned. Even with several wands pointing at her. âHmmmph,â she blinks a few times, settling her gaze on Remus, âwhat an unpleasant situation we have here. I hoped to be dead before experiencing this.â
It pained Remus to hear her words. Thinking back to that little girl heâd met on the corner of Diagon Alley with James, perched on Siriusâ hip. That little girl was gone. In her place was a woman with the Devil on her shoulder. âWe donât want to hurt you, Y/n.â
Tilting her head as though she found his statement funny, she replies âIs that supposed to make me feel at ease?â rolling her eyes she adds, âSurely you couldâve come up with something better.â
Remus sighed, realizing it was about to be a long night. âWeâre willing to negotiate terms if you provide us with information. A lesser sentence if you will,â he chose his next words carefully, seeing her demenor shift, âso long as you are upfront and answer all of our questions with honesty.â Y/nâs face tightened, no longer humored. Remus felt his stomach lurch, not breaking the intense eye contact she set with him.
âYou threaten me--.â
âItâs not a threat--,â he insists but Y/n continues.
âWith a cell in Azkaban and expect me to comply? By being a snitch?â she shakes her head, eyes full of fury. âGo to hell, Remus Lupin.â
âIt doesnât have to be this way.â
âOh?â She grumbles with a glare, âand how else do you suggest it be? Iâm not stupid--a tad mad if we want to get technical, but you all have yourselves to blame for that.â Y/n was referring to the Order not taking her in during the First Wizarding War. Sirius warned them of his family and the Death Eaters recruiting her at a young age. Yet no attempt to protect Y/n was initiated.Â
The werewolfâs face fell, âHad we known--.â
âKnown what?!â She jumped forward in her chair as the dam of pent up resentment and anger broke, making several flinch at the sudden movement. A few wands pointed up but she paid them no mind. âThat Iâd become a Death Eater against my will? That Iâd be forced to use the Cruciatus Curse on the Longbottoms or face my sisterâs wrath?â She spat with ferocity. Pupils nearly pitch black it made her appear demonic. âYou knew what my family was like! Sirius knew--Itâs why he left! And you did nothing to save me.â Leaning back in the chair, Y/n finished with, âGo ahead and kill me. Iâm not telling you shit.â
Remus runs a hand through his hair, his patience running thin and stress levels rising. âY/n, Iâm trying to help you here. Weâre giving you the opportunity to avoid a lifetime in jail if you help us--help us end this war.â When his efforts are exhausted Remus gestures to the man behind him, âKingsley has Veritaserum and we will use it if necessary.â Now this has her smirking, chin raising in challenge.Â
âGo ahead,â her voice lowers an octave, sending chills along his arms, âI welcome you to.â Weary of her acceptance, the adult members of the Order all exchange looks before Kingsley approaches. Y/n tilts her head back, watching Kingsley unscrew the vial and pour the tiny amount of liquid onto her tongue. Once itâs entered her stream, the woman cracks her neck and returns her attention to Remus.Â
He clasped his hands in his lap, leaning in his chair. âHowâd you know about tonight?â
Y/n pretends to think, âI think I saw an advertisement in the Daily Prophet. Yeah,â she nods her head, acting serious. âThat was it.âÂ
Remusâs own head falls to his chest, the others visibly confused. The potion was to make her tell the truth. Pretty much against her will. Thinking it may have not settled in yet, Remus asks another question. âWho told him we were moving Harry?âïżœïżœ
Deciding to play along, Y/n shrugs her shoulders, âYaxley.â Lie. She held back a chuckle at his confused reaction.
âHow did he know?â
âOverheard it.â Lie.
âWhere?â
âDiagon Alley I assume.â Lie.
âFrom who?â
âI donât know.â Lie.
âBut heâs the one who told Voldemort.â Y/n rolled her eyes at that, gesturing to her binded hands.
âObviously since weâre sitting in this predicament.â She sees the frustration on Remus, as well as the others. Yet, the witch couldnât help but feel entertained. âAnything else?â
âWhatâs your relationship to Severus Snape?âÂ
âHeâs my husband,â She didnât miss the way the Order reacted to the news. Upset but not surprised. No point in lying. They already knew about their marriage from what Snape told her. The truth of why, however, was still a secret.Â
âWhy did he kill Dumbledore?â Harry stepped forward, drawing her attention to him. Anger was written all over his face. Filled with absolute hatred. Something Y/n had expected when her husband murdered the man he looked up to.Â
âYou were there, right?â she asked, head tilting with curiosity. âSnape mentioned youâd been below the observatory deck.â Tsking, Y/n surveyed him. She was getting under his skin. âWhy do you think he did it?â
âI think he did it to save himself. He was a coward,â Harry saw the way her face tightened. Taking offense to his words. A mere speck of what someone could label as affection or respect to her spouse.Â
âSeverus Snape is many things,â she sounded sinister, anger seeping off every word. âBut a coward is not one of them.â
âFat lot of good coming from you.â Harry antagonized her. âYou hightailed it out of the ministry when Sirius died. He was your own cousin.â
âMy cousin who left me a sitting duck for the wolves,â Y/n reminded the boy, temper rising. An indicator with how her voice was strained. âLetâs not forget you all thought he was responsible for betraying your parents. Didnât even hesitate to believe he was guilty.â That cut them all deep. âAnd I adored Sirius at one point in life. Much like you, Harry Potter,â she let out a deep sigh, attempting to calm herself, âlook at where it got me.â Exhaustion was beginning to take over the witch. Her body ached and there was a pounding in her head. Mollyâs healing spells worked to patch any internal injuries Y/n had, but she still was drained from the whole ordeal.Â
They were getting off track. Having had enough of the tension, Remus butted in, âAnswer the question, Y/n. Why did Snape kill Dumbledore?â
âI donât know,â she simply stated. Lie. âHe didnât say. AlthoughâŠI can only assume it was to spare my poor nephew.â Another shrug, âAnd survive the unbreakable vow. Which you already know of.âÂ
Harry shook his head, âI donât believe you.â His gut was telling him there was more to the story.Â
âHarry, she took the Veritaserum,â Hermoine pointed out gently, missing the flicker of amusement from Y/n. âSheâs telling the truth.â
âHermoineâs right, Harry,â Ron agreed, moving beside his friend. âThereâs no way she could be lying.â
âHow much did you give her, Kingsley?â Arthur questioned, also suspicious of Y/nâs answers. Kingsley held up the vial. More than half was consumed.
âEnough.â
âSomethingâs off,â he murmured, rubbing his chin. A bickering match ensued between members of the Order. Harry, Arthur, and even Y/nâs niece, Tonks, had difficulty believing Y/n told the truth. The majority, however, voiced opposition.Â
âVeritaserum is a very potent and strong potion, Harry,â Remus stood from his chair, but before he could say anything else, Y/nâs voice took over.
âWhich you just wasted.â
Silence consumes the room. Processing what she said. Thatâs not possible.
Heads turning to the witch, Y/n starts to chuckle in delight. A sight unnerving to the Order as it becomes more deranged. Harry looked to his friends for an answer, but they were just as perplexed as him. Y/nâs voice turns taunting, âOh my, you lot really are daft at times. Have you forgotten? Or did you believe it to be a rumor?â Her grin is wicked, finding the scene entertaining much to their dismay. âIâm a skilled Occulmens.âÂ
It was as though the dementors arrived with how cold the air became. Everyone falters, stilling at the revelation. It could only mean one thing:
Everything Y/n said potentially was a lie.Â
The Death Eater tsked, âWhat do you think I did with all that time I had rotting in the middle of the ocean?â she laughs again, more menacingly. âYour little potion is useless! My mind is more protected than Azkaban. For all you know I fabricated everything I just told you.â Her taunting laugh continues, shredding the last ounce of patience the Order had for her.Â
Remus kneeled in front of her chair and smacked the table, causing everyone besides Y/n to flinch. âEnough of these games! I have tried to give you the benefit of the doubt knowing youâd been forced into this life, but you have proven to be not so different from your associates.â Now that was a nail to the coffin. Any and all of Remusâs hope for Y/n having some level of good in her gone. âThis is your final warning--or we will throw you in Azkaban for the rest of your life for good!â
Never straying her stare, the Death Eater murmered cooly, âYou have no idea how reasonable Iâve been.â This time it was Remusâs turn to scoff.
âHolding children hostage at the Ministry, attacking Hogwarts, marrying Snape, and sending assassins after the officials who locked you up,â He lists off, surprising the Order with the last detail. They had heard rumors of Azkaban guards and Ministry officials killed in the last few months, but assumed it was Bellatrix. âI donât see how thatâs being reasonable.â
Y/n gave a sound that was a mix of a chuckle and scoff, leaning forward in her chair. âSending those assassins after them instead of myself was mercy.â A chill rose, Harryâs intuition telling him something was about to happen. âAnd despite your hypocrises and insults I have warned you time and time again to simply get out of my way.â Remus saw her hands fidget, tightening his grip on his wand.Â
âYouâve exhausted my patience,â Her voice lowered once more, almost to a whisper as her bottom lip quivered. âBut I do hope you understandâŠthat even now--with whatâs about to happenâŠ..â lips curled into a deathly smirk. âThis is me beingâŠreasonable.â
Faster than the speed of light, Y/n casts a non-verble, wandless spell that mimics a gust a powerful wind, ripping the binds off her hands and ankles. Remus flies onto his back, the lights flicker and burst. The windows and glass shatter. Papers fly. Hermoine screams, echoing amongst the shouts as Ron pulls her into his arms. Molly leaning over an injured George to protect him from shards.Â
 Fluer gasps at the feeling of Y/nâs wand in her hand ripped from her. The death eater had snapped her fingers in the chaos with a non-verbal Accio.
With her wand now in her possession, Y/n unleashes another bout of wind, crippling the Order from attacking her. Once satisfied she makes her escape. Black smoke fills the room before flying out the window and into the night sky. The storm inside the burrow seizing.Â
âWhat the bloody hell was that?â Ron coughs, catching his breath.Â
âThat,â Kingsley stands up straight, sore from colliding with the wall which knocked him down. âWas the closest thing to experiencing the Devil on Earth.â
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Slow Dancing In A Burning Room
Bill Weasley x Reader
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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic every Friday, all year long :)
Fandom:Â Harry Potter
Summary: Bill Weasley and his new wife have their wedding reception interrupted by Death Eaters and news of the Ministry falling. Things look bleak when they escape to Shell Cottage, but they find a way to keep each other going.
Word Count: 1,015
Category: Angst, Fluff
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Weddings were supposed to be happy. They were supposed to be joyful celebrations, with all the people who mattered most. Even in the midst of a brewing war, I thought Bill and I would get that. One night of a break before returning our attention to all the terrible things going on in the world.
I guess I should've known better.
One minute, I was twirling across the dancefloor in the arms of my new husband, sharing a smile as the rest of the world faded away. In that moment, despite everything going on outside of our wedding, the world felt perfect.
The next minute, a glowing lynx had burst through the ceiling and into the middle of the dancefloor, announcing the fall of the Ministry of Magic and the death of the Minister along with it. The reception descended into chaos, people screaming and running as the protective enchantments around the giant tent fell one by one. It had been absolute chaos, and I barley remembered Bill grabbing my hand and getting us both out of there as the Death Eaters arrived.
Now, I sat on the sofa in Shell Cottage, where we were supposed to start our honeymoon. The place had glowed with warmth and coziness the first time we'd visited, but now it seemed all too dark, cold, and deserted.
"I just let my dad know we're alright," Bill said, coming back into the living room. He'd stepped outside to send a Patronus to his dad, to make sure the family wouldn't worry about us. "Hopefully we'll hear back from him soon."
I nodded, a little numbly, as my new husband crossed the room and waved his wand to start a fire in the fireplace. Once he'd finished, he came to sit next to me on the couch. We both stayed there for a few long moments, shoulder to shoulder and staring into the flames. I have no idea how long we would've stayed there on our own, but another glowing Patronus shot into the room not much later, this one the familiar shape of a weasel.
Bill's dad's voice came from the Patronus to tell us the rest of the family was safe, and that they'd be in touch when they could. A bit of the weight lifted off my chest, but a lot of it still remained. As the light of the Patronus and Arthur's voice faded, the darkness crept back in, despite the fire.
"Y/N?" I looked up to see Bill's concerned face. "Love, you're crying."
I raised a hand to my cheek to find he was right. Tears were streaming down my face, and the second I was forced to recognize it, a dam broke inside me.
I fell forward into Bill's chest as I sobbed, and he wrapped his arms around me. He held me tight, rubbing one hand soothingly up and down my back.
"It's going to be alright," he muttered into my hair, his own voice miraculously calm. I just cried harder.
"How can you say that, Bill?" I wailed. "We almost got killed at our own wedding, and now the Ministry has completely fallen. How can you possibly say that we're going to make it through this alright?"
He took a deep, shaky breath, then gently pulled me back from him enough that he could look me in the eye. His eyes shone and his eyebrows were furrowed, mirroring the distress I felt. But there was a grim set to the line of his mouth that signaled a quiet, unbreakable determination.
"We will make it through this," he promised. He gripped my shoulders a little tighter, leaning in until we were almost nose to nose. "We will get to our happy ending, no matter what."
I laughed a little through the tears, Bill's absolute conviction so ridiculous it brought a smile to my face.
"How can you be so sure?" I asked. He grinned.
"Because it's us. We just got married. That means we're a team, for the rest of our lives, against anything else the world wants to throw at us. And I happen to know that we make a fantastic team. I personally pity anyone who bets against us."
I giggled again, leaning into Bill as he leaned into me. No one else in the world could've lifted my spirits in this moment, other than the man sitting beside me. Which, of course, was no small part of the reason I'd married him.
"Come on," Bill said after a minute, standing and holding out his hand to me. "I believe we were in the middle of something before those bastards crashed our wedding."
I shook my head, still smiling anyway as I took his hand and he pulled me to my feet. Still in my wedding dress, and with Bill still in his suit, we came together in the middle of the living room in Shell Cottage to finish the slow dance that had been interrupted. His arms wrapped tightly around me and I rested my head on his chest while the last of the tears dried on my face.
"You're right," I mumbled, my voice barely loud enough for him to hear. "You're right, we will get through this. And I'll personally make sure anyone who tries to hurt us comes to regret it."
Bill huffed a laugh and tightened his arms around me.
"I have absolutely no doubts about that."
I pulled back to smile into the face of the man I loved, and after a moment, he leaned in and kissed me. We stayed like that for a long time, swaying in the middle of our living room, kissing occasionally, but mostly just enjoying the fact that we were still here, together and whole, after everything that had happened.
In the warm, flickering glow of the firelight, the darkness of the cottage started to regain its cozy feeling, and a tiny spark of joy for the thought of the future rekindled itself in my chest.
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Deathly Hallows era Percy keeps circling around in my brain again. He was probably terrified. While Percy acts old, heâs still a young man, and was only freshly an adult when he joined the Ministry/got a job. How in the world could he be prepared for being alone in an overthrown Ministry during a war? With no family around him?
At this point it isnât his stubbornness keeping him from approaching his family, itâs the intimidating figures around him. When he arrives at the battle he talks about how the Ministry is imprisoning traitors everyday, and it makes you realize he was probably witnessing it constantly, but could do nothing about it as the risk of ending up in their position was too high.
Do you think his family tried to help him during that year? No one says anything to imply this when Percy appears, but I sometimes hold out hope. We donât get to see many of the Weasleys (aside from Ron of course) after the Golden Trio leave the Burrow to hunt for Horcruxes, so thereâs a chance Arthur and Molly could have been doing something. Or Bill. We wouldnât know. I would like to hope they did, because otherwise he was stranded.
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Interestingly she grabs Draco rather than joining in the fight.
I wonder if she was afraid Draco might try to intervene...on the "wrong" side. She mustâve realized he recognized Harry and Ron and Hermione and chose to try to shield them.
Maybe this was another reason that she saved Harry's life in the forest. She wants Voldemort destroyed because he's a danger to her son, and maybe also even if she wishes Draco could've picked anyone else, she doesn't want to allow the death of someone her son so obviously cares for.
#Imagine if she realized the choice that Draco made and even if she didn't agree#with it she decided not to to try to actively stop the escape.#hp reread#drarry#Harry Potter#narcissa malfoy#Draco Malfoy#harry potter and the deathly hallows#hpdm#harry/draco#draco x harry#harco
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one of the things i love the most about books is when the main character gets told that a certain place is exactly where they are supposed to be,that itâs made for them, that its the best place in the world,
and it the place they almost get murdered every 3-5 business days.
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Moodboard and headcanons for James? I've just discovered ur page and I love it sm đ«¶
Awww thank you so muchđ«đ
Hope you like it!!
â James Potter Moodboard & Headcanons â
Oh man, where do I begin?!
Now, he may have an ego that has the size of the planet Earth, but when I tell you this boy has a BIG GOLDEN HEART, I really mean it âđ»
The sweetest sweetheart of them all
He really became a better person since he's gotten with you (meaning he doesn't bully Severus anymore and also gets to apologize)
You better switch that 'mom mode' up and look after him and his friends 'cause those guys are gonna get in trouble if you don't ;)
You date him? You get to hang out with his friends most of the time ngl
Turns into a softie when he's alone with you
Can be very clingy too sometimes, but he respects your boundaries so it's okay
He's the type that will throw crumpled paper at you for you to open it and read those cute and affectionate words <33
Wants and WILL show you off
Casually sneaking a hand to your waist and pulling you close so you're now walking hip-to-hip đ«
Oh, and don't wear jeans when you're with him unless you want him to tug at your belt loops or even put his hand in your back pocket (yes I said it and I have no regrets at all)
Wanna see him red and flushed? Just cup his face and shut him up with a kiss, he'll either get embarrassed or horny oop-đł
LOVES to read (he's a nerdy boy after all)
The type to hand you books he enjoyed and took notes on
"This reminded me of you"
Casual strolls around the castle
Enjoyes trips as well or even just chilling car rides
Just take his glasses and rub them clean (boy lives for acts of service :) )
Plays with your hands a lot
Share a playlist with him and he'd faint (tries to contain himself, screams internally lol)
I mean, he's so affectionate and starstruck that he'd do anything for you đ„č
Love you, B. đ€žđ»ââïžđ
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Imagine being a young Death Eater and Bellatrix taking a liking to you
Masterlist
#harry potter#the philosopher's stone#chamber of secrets#prisoner of azkaban#goblet of fire#order of the phoenix#the half blood prince#deathly hallows#bellatrix lestrange#bellatrix lestrange x reader#bellatrix lestrange imagine#imagines#harry potter imagines#1990s#england#death eaters#the most noble and ancient house of black#toujours pur
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Second Son (XVI) | Regulus Black
Series Synopsis: Forbidden from contacting Harry over the summer, you opt to explore the eerie halls of Grimmauld Place where you stumble upon a lonely portrait of the House's second son.
â Chapter Synopsis: The soul-tracking ritual ensues, and Anders has a precarious idea.
Part XV / Part XVII / Series Masterlist
Pairing: Regulus Black x GN!Reader
Notes: I hope you guys enjoy this chapter :). Sincerely hoping this chapter doesn't glitch again.
The excitement of performing the soul-tracking ritual wore off rather quickly when you realized that you had to draw out all of the runes since Anders was unable to crouch down. It was an extensive process and each character had to be extremely precise, causing your fingers to cramp up rather quickly.Â
Your feet were feeling fuzzy as the circulation in your legs started to suffer from your position, your knees cracking noisily with every shuffle you took to continue mapping out the ritual circle.Â
âI canât feel my legs anymore.â You whined, upper body flopping down as you braced yourself with your palms.Â
Anders grunts from in front of you, âYouâre not even halfway there yet, and careful you almost smudged the Dagaz.â His drawl has you huffing, head instinctually snapping to the side to make sure you didnât actually smear anything.Â
âEasy for you to say, youâre sitting on a bloody stool while Iâm hunched over, practically shining your boots!â Your exasperation was painted across your face, words spewing out in a mixture of annoyance and jest.Â
The man rolls his eyes and rubs a hand over his knee, the joint no doubt aching, âCareful loyal vassal of mine, I am graciously offering you my help after all,â his tone of amusement melts away and he suddenly grows serious, âbut it is imperative that we do this quickly.âÂ
You huff and adjust your position, swinging your head up to look at the man in curiosity, âWhyâs that?âÂ
Andersâ face is darkened with a grim frown, and he peers down at the papers on his laps, âYou said that those buddies of yours were going to kill Tom, right?âÂ
âYesâŠâ Your uncertain tone has you fidgeting with your wand habitually, eyes flickering between the window of the room and the man in front of you.Â
âWell heâs puppeting the inferis with his magic, so theyâll undoubtedly be reduced to husks once heâs gone. So we need to hurry,â Anders elucidates, mouth set into a firm line as he delved deeper into his thoughts.Â
Putting a hand up, you blink owlishly at the man, âThis is too much information. So, not only are inferis still housing their original souls â but youâre saying that it's Voldemortâs magic thatâs tying these souls down to the land of the living?âÂ
You didnât know whether you wanted to curse the detestable man into oblivion or begrudgingly allow yourself to be grateful that his existence meant Regulusâ soul was still with you.Â
Well, he was chaining down hundreds of souls for his own selfish desires â so you were leaning towards wanting to stick your hand through his head.Â
âOnly the inferis of his own creation, but yes, in theory.â The man looks mildly impressed at your quick thinking.Â
âWould it be a bad idea to owl Harry and ask him to raincheck on his plans to eviscerate the Dark Lord?â You draw a hand to rub at your forehead, a newfound migraine blooming from the back of your neck and straining across your occiput.Â
Anders gives you an unimpressed eyebrow raise before waving his hand towards the abandoned quarter-circle behind you, âA terrible idea. Now, letâs continue.âÂ
You finish drawing the ritual circle an hour after sunset.Â
Your hand was shaking uncontrollably, jerking with every cramp that tugged at your muscles. You had begun sweating at one point, causing Anders to limp over and slide both of the windows open. The cool air bristled through the room and circled around all the loose papers, the sounds of rustling and quiet cruising from the older man flowing around the atmosphere.Â
As you step back to survey your hard work, you canât help the smile that plays at your lips: the intricacies of the circle was alluring, practically glowing under the yellow light fixtures above you. The wind began to whistle, and Anders took that as a cue to interrupt your little reprieve, âLooks decent enough.âÂ
âDecent? Have you gone senile since the last time we chatted? This bloody thing is the embodiment of perfection!â You cry out in incredulity, pondering all the ways you could attach the nifty piece of work to your academic portfolio.
Anders rolls his eyes and organizes his papers, âYes, yes, youâre practically a Runes Master. Take a picture of it, why donât ya?âÂ
Playfully narrowing your eyes at his back, you go to retort, but a knock at the door has you pausing just as you open your mouth. Sharing a look with Anders, you carefully move to investigate, only cracking the door open marginally in order to hide your work.Â
It wouldnât do you much good to have the neighbors thinking you were summoning something.Â
âLuna?â Your squawk of surprise only causes the girl to smile, eyes darting over your head as her gaze seems to fade in and out of fixation.Â
Bouncing on her heels, she reaches into her pocket, âSo, youâre done?âÂ
âYeah, I finished drawing up the circle. I think the old man wants to perform the actual ritual tonight though, so I wonât see you until tomorrow.â You exhale tiredly and murmur to yourself, âIf I wake up, that is.âÂ
Luna nods quickly and pulls out a few items from her coat, âI see. Well, Iâve brought some things. I was told that you were in need of this as well by the Humdingersâ In her outstretched hands, you see a couple of wrapped sandwiches and a small camera.Â
âWhat?â You gape and slowly reach forwards, âWhere did you get a camera from, little moon?âÂ
The girl smiles brightly and fiddles with her coat buttons, âI asked Asger.â You nod in appreciation and smile at the girl, waving with your full hands as she gracefully skips away towards the house.Â
You retreat back into the room and brandish the camera at the expectant man with a victorious smirk, âI have great friends.âÂ
Anders grunts and reaches for one of the sandwiches, âThatâs my camera, kid.âÂ
You examine the device with your oh so supple fingers, and ignore the urge to stick your tongue out at him, your sensibility winning out for once. As you both eat in silence, your eyes run over the respectable pile of papers in front of Anders, realizing that the man was absolutely serious about publishing your findings.Â
âWhat have you got so far?â You nod towards his papers.Â
His eyes quickly flicker beside him, âMagical essences and the imbuing work your boy did, and now Iâm drafting up some pages about inferis and their souls.âÂ
You hum quietly and dust off your hands as you finish the last scraps of your food, feeling more vigilant as your aching stomach settles. The camera was smaller than the jarring flash bulb that Rita Skeeter always had around, and if anything, seemed way more practical.Â
It was a bit blocky and had a round lens in the center with a small depression that you could only assume was for the flash. The bottom of the camera had a small rectangular slit â an output.Â
âPolaroid 600. Film is as expensive as it gets, so donât you go and waste it.â Andersâ quietly mumbles as he gets up from his spot, hands reaching for the camera. As he fiddles around with it for a few moments, the top suddenly seems to prop up and he hands it back to you with a satisfied nod, âThink you know how to operate a camera?âÂ
âIâm not a dunce, thank you very much.â Your riposte causes him to roll his eyes as he gestures for you to move towards the circle. Despite your initial indignance, it took you a few moments of consideration and blind thumbing until you were confident enough to snap the photo. As you (luckily) manage to get a good shot, you conceal your surprise as the photo immediately begins to peek out of the bottom slit, slowly being spat out.Â
How convenient.
You nimbly pull the photo out once it seems to stop sputtering, and hand the camera over to Anders before peering at the developing square film. Slowly, you watch as the outlines of the ritual circle bloom into visibility.Â
You take a couple more moments to run your eyes over the photo before placing it in Andersâ awaiting palm. The man hobbles over to his table and clips the photo to one of the pages, placing the camera on the stack of papers afterwards.Â
âOkay, now put your boyâs photo in the centerânext to the Uruz symbol.âÂ
You wordlessly comply with Andersâ words, and slowly tiptoe out of the circle, eyes never straying from Regulusâ face. The man moves to the opposite side of the circle, and pats at the air, gesturing for you to sit down.Â
Watching from your position on the floor, Anders begins to chant evenly, eyes closed as you feel him begin to gather his magic to pool across the symbols. The faint steely nature of his magical signature washes over you, and you clasp your hands together in your lap as you feel an immense pressure begin to weigh on the room. Regulusâ photo gives a faint jolt, then another, and then another, until the whole paper begins to vibrate.Â
You watch in awe as the photo slowly rises into the air, the Uruz symbol glowing brightly with a faint red hue. In the blink of an eye, the photo jerks sideways and falls onto the Hic symbol to your left just as Andersâ chanting ceases.Â
âHic? Here? What does it mean, here?â Your questions seem to spill out uncontrollably, and you see the older man give the photo a look of consideration.Â
âIâm not quite sure. Usually, souls still in the realm of the living are classified as Vivus,â Anders mutters, hand coming up to rub at his chin, âKid, is that ring of yours imbued with his magic?âÂ
You nod and reach for your ring, fingers running over the two snakes that youâve grown accustomed to. Anders sighs before slapping his hand over his entire face, dragging it down as he seems to wage an internal war with himself.Â
âYou said your boy was in a cave?âÂ
You raise an eyebrow at him, and nod slowly, âYesâŠand so are hundreds of other inferis, why?âÂ
The man meets you gaze with a determined look as you slowly stand up, hands fiddling with your ring.Â
âWell, letâs go fetch your boy.âÂ
The journey back to the cave was bittersweet, and you almost lost your footing as you apparated to the very spot you had before, except this time with a rather grumpy presence by your side. Water batted against the rock you were rooted to, droplets of water flying into your face periodically. You could barely make out the view in front of you as the moon faintly illuminated the waves.
As you apparate with Anders to the shore, you feel a lump grow in your throat. Your heart was beating violently against your chest, and a cold sweat started to break through the surface of your skin.Â
The muted crunching of sand and rocks under your shoes grounded you to reality as the void of the cave engulfed you, washing away the sea of stars that had been beaming at you from above.
âLumos.âÂ
As you extended your wand in front of you, you had half the mind to be cautious of potential bloodthirsty death eaters or one psychotic dark lord, realizing that perhaps the certifiable man would be on the upkeep for his horcruxes.Â
Soon, you both reached the rounded end of the cave, and Anders shoots you an unimpressed look. Holding a hand up at him, you extinguish your lumos and bring your wand to your palm, âSecare.â
Dragging the tip of your wand against your palm, the spell slowly cuts your skin enough to draw blood. Satisfied with your work, you swipe your bloodied cut against the damp rocks behind you.Â
âLumos.âÂ
The wall of charcoal stone crumbles away like you remembered, and youâre immediately met with a wave of faint heat.Â
Remnants of your fire storm from last time?
âBloody hell,â Anders croaks from behind you, eyes glimmering at the sight of the sumptuous crystal clusters. The milky geodes sent a shiver down your spine as you started to draw a resemblance between their geometric planes and the cloudy skin of the inferis.Â
Making your way through the dark ventricle of minerals, you slowly emerge into the belly of the cave, the familiar void of water just meters away from you.Â
âWeâre here. Theyâre in there,â your voice falls into a whisper, âheâs in there.â
Anders steps out from behind you and pulls out his own wand, the worn ashen wood barely visible in the light of your lumos. Tilting his head towards you, he looks at you with a solemn gaze before asking, âHis full name?âÂ
âRegulus Arcturus Black.âÂ
Nodding, the man turns towards the lake and moves his wand counterclockwise, âProdire Regulus Arcturus Black.âÂ
Nothing happens for a few seconds, until abruptly â something breaks through the surface of the water and flies towards your awaiting figures, stilling to a stop in front of Anders as if colliding with an invisible wall. Your hand swings to cover your mouth as your eyes trail along the spindly creature: its body was slack in the air, arms stiff like milky needles, chest unnaturally thin with a protruding rib cage that threatened to burst through bruised skin, and a rawboned face veiled by the darkness.Â
This thing was Regulus?
You felt your world begin to tip and spin, eyes burning then blurring rapidly. Shivers wracked through your chest as sobs seemed to well in your throat. Closing your eyes, you try to steady your breathing, but the flashing image of Regulusâ face and then the sight of the horrid creature infiltrate your head.Â
It feels as though a millennia of your discombobulation passes by before you feel a firm grip on your shoulder, the gesture helping to keep you upright on your feet.Â
âCome on, kid,â Andersâ face comes into view and you see his eyes soften uncharacteristically, his mouth set into a hard frown. Your eyes stray to the side and you see that the man had summoned a cloth to cover the inferi during your small episode, the lumpy bundle now floating in the air nearby.Â
Nodding quickly, you swallow harshly before spinning around, âRight. Sorry.â Your whisper is met with a comforting silence, and you appreciated more than ever, Andersâ ability to know when words werenât needed.Â
As you both stiffly trek back through the cave, you begin to feel a weight of foreboding blanket your body. Picking up the pace, you step out of the mouth of the cave with sweaty hands, eyes darting around wildly.Â
âHurry,â your choked whisper confuses the older man, but he abides nonetheless. As you grab his forearm and hesitantly grab a part of the covered inferi, you hear a faint warping echo from off to the side.Â
Gasping quietly into the chilly air, you barely catch a glimpse of the familiar figure before youâre tugged away by the distortion of apparition. You can barely breathe as your heart seems to stutter uncontrollably.Â
You land back inside the research room with Anders and Regulusâ inferi, not even noticing how cramped the space now was as you tried to quell your panic.Â
âKid? Whatâs wrong?â Anders floats the clothed figure down into the center of the circle as you buckle to the ground, blood flushing cold.Â
âVoldemort. He was there.â You gasp out.Â
The man jolts to a paralyzed freeze as his eyes widen comically, his heart no doubt beginning to race as fast as yours. You shake your head jerkily and wave your hand aimlessly, âHe didnât see you. Or well, you were covered by the cloth, but he definitely noticed me.âÂ
The dryness of your mouth was beginning to prickle and itch, your skin suddenly feeling too tight on your body. You were sure he recognized you, after all, he was always in Harryâs head.Â
âThen we just have to hurry a bit.â Anders' steady words have you snapping your attention over to him, confused as to why he was so calm now. Seeing your distraught gaze, he sighs, âHe wonât come for you for now, Iâm sure he is focused on your other friends. Besides, even if he were, he has no idea where to even look.âÂ
Nodding with an unconvinced frown, you feel your fear melt away into a stony resolve, eyes flickering over to look at the figure laying in the circle.Â
âThank you, Anders.â Your dry whisper has him cracking a small smile.Â
âThank me when your boy is back up and running.âÂ
You were robotically drawing more rune characters, eyes unfocused as you were too entranced by your thoughts. You werenât sure what the older man was planning as he hadnât explained to you what this additional ritual entailed, but you were determined to make it work.Â
As you complete the last etching, head rising up to look at the concentrated man, he finally breaks the tense atmosphere, âI donât know if itâll work, but the combination of his soul and your ring might just do the trick.â
Tilting your head to the side, you try not to sound too hopeful, âSo, heâll be completely recovered if it works?âÂ
âNot completely, heâll need time to rejuvenate his magical core. This would be unprecedented, kid. I donât have all the answers, and I canât promise that it will work, but I am going to do my best.â His eyes are unwavering, back straightened with coiled tension.Â
You nod hastily, knowing that you were both pretty much running on wishes. As Anders double checks your rune work, you slowly slip your ring off your finger, cringing as the cold air brushes against your naked finger.Â
You hadnât ever taken it off before.Â
Placing the cool band next to the covered figure, you step out of the circle and clench your hands. Anders nods in confirmation before stepping out as well, slowly hobbling over to stand on the opposite side of the circle.Â
âLet your magic funnel out into the circle as well. You wonât need to chant.â Anders' brief words have you nodding, and you slowly shuffle from leg to leg, fatigue starting to seep into your veins.Â
The chanting begins soon after, and you allow the metaphorical valves of your magical core to open, feeling the coolness of your magic sweeping to tangle with Andersâ metallic magic. Both of your magical signatures dance around the circle and collect in the center, flexing together above the figure. The entire rune circle seems to radiate in shades of reds and stormy greys before blazing into an endless black. Â
Suddenly, you feel magic seep from the clothed figure â a deep, harrowing magic that roused with a small rumble before erupting into a suffocating cloud that could only be described as numbing.Â
It was nothing like Regulusâ magic, which meant that this corrupted energy belonged to Voldemort. You grit your teeth as you flush out more of your magic to try and drive away Voldemortâs lingering signature, the psychopathâs magic seeming to screech violently at your attempt.Â
The prolonged battle with the stifling magic finally ends as the dark cloud is ripped away from you, pulled in all directions towards the additional runes you drew, the characters radiating in almost a blinding way before ripping apart the corrupted magic.Â
The once dark circle stews into a cool grey before disintegrating into a pale green, the light beating melodically. You watch in wonderment as the magic in the ring bubbles into your magic, intertwining with yours before slowly clutching at Andersâ as well. Your potent whirl of combined magic slowly descends towards the clothed figure, causing it to jerk wildly.Â
The cloth shuffles with the movements and you see it begin to pull upwards as if the inferi was arching towards your magic. Suddenly, the strings of magic slam into the clothed figure, sending shockwaves throughout the room.Â
As you hear a few books tumble to the ground at the energy, the figure twitches once more before falling still again. Anders continues to chant for a few more moments as the circle flares into a blinding white light before it, too, simmered into nothingness.Â
You nearly topple over in exhaustion as the energy draws back into your body, the synergies of magic in the room evaporating almost instantaneously. Anders wipes his forehead with his sleeve, and shakily stumbles over to his table for stability.Â
âDid it work?â Your voice is crackly as a sharp, sticky pain climbs up your neck.Â
The man huffs and glances at you before slowly making his way towards the figure, grunting as he tries to crouch down. He tugs the cloth upward and peers inside, expression unreadable.Â
âWell?âÂ
Anders looks up at you, eyebrows drawn, âI have a lot more to write about.âÂ
Leaping forward at his words, you rip away the cloth slightly to expose the figureâs head, and you nearly pass out on the spot.Â
âIt worked. It worked. It worked.â Your quiet chants spurs on a wave of tears as you slowly run your fingers over Regulusâ face. The boy looked picturesque in his sleeping state, face no longer emaciated and bruised, but now mirroring his appearance from when he was just a portrait in your pocket.Â
You brush his curls aside and resist the urge to just keel over and fall asleep on him, your magical exhaustion echoing through your bones.Â
âDo you have something else on you thatâs imbued with his magic?â Andersâ quiet words have you snapping out of your euphoric state, eyes drawn up in confusion. Seeing your perplexity, he clarifies, âHe might not remember you, this ritual simply revitalized him and unchained his soul. He might only remember the events before his death.âÂ
You pause at the revelation and sit up straighter, hands dropping to your sides. Gaping for a few moments, your mind whirs as you try and grasp for the right words, âUh, wait, yes. I have these.â Your hands fish into your pockets and you pull out the tattered pieces of the golden portrait frame, outstretching them for the man to see.Â
âHis portrait frame?â Andersâ eyebrows shoot up in stupefaction.Â
Nodding, you slowly drop the pieces into his rough palm, âIt doesnât matter.â The man frowns, puzzled, so you continue, âAs long as heâs okay, it doesnât matter if he doesnât remember me.âÂ
Straightening up from his position, he stares at the pieces of wood in his hand, âHe just might remember⊠if these are truly imbued with his magic.â Looking up, you see skepticism flicker in his eyes, âAre you too beat for another ritual?âÂ
âYou should be asking yourself that, old man.â
You donât remember much that happens afterwards.Â
As you crack your eyes open, lingering fatigue weighing on your eyelids, you are keenly aware of a hand running across your shoulders.Â
âReg?â Your voice comes out as a strained whisper.Â
A familiar face pops into your line of sight, âHeâs okay, just resting upstairs.â Lunaâs smile warms your chest, and you resist the urge to turn over and bury yourself into the warmth of her arms.Â
Your body was incredibly sore from the activities of the previous day, and you were sure that your magical core was rolling about, emptily inside of you. The longer you laid, the more groggy you grew as the air started to warm against your skin.Â
Gently pushing up from the mattress underneath you, you run a hand down your place as Luna shifts to stand up. The girl helps you shuffle upstairs and towards the bathroom, quietly insisting that you wash up as she prepares tea for you.Â
Sluggishly washing up, you take a moment to peer into the cloudy mirror, raising an eyebrow at the sight of heavy bags under your eyes. Your shoulders sagged from exhaustion, and the sound of your grumbling stomach prompted you to make your way towards the kitchen.Â
As you slowly trudged into the room, eyes squinting from the beams of sunlight that flitted through the window, you see Asger approach you with a plate in hand.Â
âGood afternoon. Dadâs in his research shed right now.â The man extends the plate to you, and your mouth waters at the sight of the hearty lunch. You nod in thanks and drop down onto an awaiting chair, gaze straying towards one of the closed doors down the hall.Â
Asger, seeing your restless ministrations, chuckles before answering your unvoiced question, âHeâs in there. Hasnât awakened yet, but Dad said itâs only a matter of time. He's recovering quite fast.âÂ
Right, your rituals worked. Both of them. It was starting to come back now, and you could feel the weight of the frame pieces and your ring in your pocket, both now depleted of Regulusâ magic.Â
Scarfing down your meal, and ignoring Asgerâs cringe, you start to mentally debate on whether you should visit Anders first, or Regulus. Luna places a mug in front of you, and plops down into the seat next to yours, fingers fiddling with a few strings of yarn.Â
Regulus won out, of course.Â
As you dismiss yourself with endless words of gratitude to your two friends, you slowly make your way into the room Regulus was resting in. You cross through the threshold, mug in hand, and immediately surrender yourself to the comforting wave of magic that envelops you.Â
The warm magic â Regulusâ magic, brings tears to your eyes, and you have to take a few moments to compose yourself. The aching hollowness in your heart, the one you had grown accustomed to in the following months after the destruction of his portrait, seems to sing with inklings of joy.Â
You were still in a state of disbelief, mind reeling from the fact that you not only discovered uncharted branches of magic, but also that you got Regulus back. No, not only you â Sirius was going to get Regulus back, too.Â
The boy in question was laid on a makeshift bed, covered by a fleece blanket. Anders took up the great responsibility of clothing him after your flustered realization that he was nude, the man murmuring tidbits about how he did the same for Asger when the younger man fractured his hip years ago.Â
You walk over and sit down by his side, brushing your hand over his hair.Â
Things would change now. They would be better.Â
You spend a long while just sitting by the boyâs side, mind still unconvinced that he wasnât just a figment of your imagination.Â
After a long thread of thoughts that devolved into heart wrenching what ifâs, you decide to pay a visit to Anders, immensely grateful for his help and wisdom. The sunny skies slowly dimmed as clouds drifted by, the air chilling to sooth the faint migraine that still sunk its claws into your head.Â
As you make your way into the research room, you canât mask the smile that stretches across your lips. Anders was hunched over his table, hand moving furiously across a sea of pages as he tried to document every droplet of theory and fact on the papers. Not wanting to interrupt the manâs train of thought, you linger by the doorway before slowly teetering towards a fallen stack of books.Â
You organize the endless towers of tomes for a few minutes before Anders takes note of your presence as he goes to stretch his back.Â
âFinally awake?â His voice is light, and you could see the remnants of engrossment creeping in his eyes. He truly did have a passion for this branch of research. Â
You nod and grin brightly at the man, âSure am. Now, are you going to accept my thank you?âÂ
Anders grunts and waves you off with an amused eye roll â the closest thing to a âyouâre welcomeâ in his language, and turns back to his papers, âAnyway, another owl came for you this morning. The letter should be on your stool.âÂ
As the man resumes his writing, you peer around to try and find the envelope, clicking your tongue when you find the paper beaming at you from across the room.Â
Dear Padfootâs pup,Â
We hope you are well. At first, we werenât going to accept the offer, but some unexpected events happened that forced us away. We are safe now with the frightening widow. Weâve gotten two more, but now the Goblins hate us.Â
Stay safe. We are going to remain here until we are forced to confront the darkness. Unfortunately, we fear that it will be soon.Â
We miss you. Padfoot keeps whining, we think he misses you most.Â
-Prongslet and co.Â
You laugh lightly at the contents of the letter, and you fold the paper back up. Good to know that Harry and the others were safe with the Contessa at the very least. As you stuff the paper back in the envelope, you see another folded paper sidled against the wall of the envelope.Â
Hello lost friend of mine,Â
A certain dragon of ours is growing restless, we fear that his blood father is in trouble with a certain man. The Carrows are a nightmare, and it appears that many students are disappearing with every passing day. Theodore keeps shooting down my (entirely plausible) theory that those twin professors of ours are hiding their bodies in a dark closet somewhere.Â
Iâve received a letter from my mother informing me of the rearrangements at home, and I must say, it was quite a surprise. I havenât heard back from you since youâve departed, and I almost thought you were dead for a while. Glad to hear that you arenât.Â
Theodore says hi, and he wants to know all the research youâve done. Our dragon also says hi and that he hopes you received his last letter.Â
I hope to hear from you soon.Â
(Reply to me.)
-B
âWas it a tawny owl?â Your question rings out into the quiet atmosphere, drawing Anders out of his work.Â
The man gives you a grunt of confirmation and you nod in satisfaction. It would appear that Harry is corresponding to you via Contessa Zabini, the woman no doubt telling Blaise to forward the letter to you along with his.Â
Merlin, what a strange web of dynamics.
As you tuck away the papers into your pockets, a knock has you spinning on your heel in curiosity. Anders barely even looks up from his work as you make your way to the door, a wave of deja vu slamming into you.Â
Opening the door, you see Luna smiling brightly at you, similar to her airy demeanor from the night before.
Before you can get a word out, the girl quickly supplies you with news that has air fleeing from your lungs, âHeâs awake.âÂ
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Me & the Devil P.3 (Final) đ | Harry Potter Imagine
Takes place during DH1 & 2
Part 1 & 2 Here | HP masterlist
Characters & Pairings: Black!Sister reader x HP characters (platonic), Severus Snape x reader (platonic/semi-romantic)
Content Warnings: major character death, violence, physical assault (Lucius gets his ass beat) profanity, major angst, illusions to sex, NSFW, slight cannon divergence, mentions of torture and blood, set during the book timeline of the 1990s, but follows the movies. Reader is written with having psychopathic/sociopathic traits | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 11.7k
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Premise: The Second Wizarding War reaches heightened tension as Harry Potter and his friends find themselves on a scavenger hunt for Voldemorts Horcruxes. For Y/n Black, after escaping the Burrow following the Battle of the Seven Potters, she wonders just how far she'll go to ensure she's free from the Dark Lord's bounds if Harry Potter prevails. Unfortunately, with war comes sacrifice, and Y/n must suffer the consequences. Even if means she doesn't get to see a new world without darkness.
Note: I have finally finished this HP miniseries and feel so good about it. But then it reminds me how many series I have yet to finish + requests and I think 'I need to get it together'. I still have my MIB fic I'm working on AND I have an idea for Cooper Howard from Fallout. Anyways....I'm alive and I hope you enjoy this last part after a much-anticipated wait. I gave it all the angst.
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âWhere the hell have you been?â were the first words shouted at Y/n upon her return home. Snape sprung from his chair, mirroring her disheveled look. He appeared to have gone through hell and back. âYou were supposed to return hours ago.âÂ
âI got a little caught up,â she groaned, waving a hand as she beelined for the kitchen. Obviously not in the mood for the argument about to occur. Snape followed after her.
âI figured,â he stood in the doorway, watching her reach into the medicine cabinet and rustle through until she found the bottle of aspirin. âI searched every corner of London--thinking you fell from the sky and was laid in a ditch somewhere---only to find out from Yaxley of all people, youâd been on the back of Bill Weasleyâs Thestral.â He didnât say anything else, but the tone of his voice indicated Snape knew where Y/n had been.
Yeah she wasnât getting out of this conversation.
Throwing back the asprin, Y/n chased it with wine and let out a sigh, âIf you already know ... .why bother--.â
âBecause I want to know how you could be so stupid--!â Snape clenched his fists, face turning red by the amount of anger he was itching to release. âTo get yourself taken by the Order!â
Y/n, matching his emotion from having to deal with the events of the night, slammed the glass down so hard it shattered. Not caring it cut her hand and blood was now leaking. âIâm sorry, Snape. Next time a Thestral slams into me mid-air, Iâll let myself fall from the fucking sky. Save you from having to deal with my recklessness any longer. Since itâs causing you so much stress--goddammit--.â she hissed, the pain in her hand settling in. Muttering a spell, the wound closed and Y/n rinsed the blood off in the sink. âHow the hell was I to expect the Delacour girl to do what she did?â
âWhere did they take you?â Snape demanded, moving to stand beside her. At a closer look, he spotted the bruises and abrasions. His question changed, voice softening, âAre you alright?â
âSplendid,â she spat, drying her hands without looking at him. âBetter than Iâve ever been.â She flinched when the man gently took a hold of her wrist, turning to him in surprise.Â
âI mean it, Y/n. Youâre covered in bruises and it's obvious youâre in pain.â The anger returns on Snapeâs face. âDid they torture you?â Y/n scoffs, finding his assumption amusing.Â
âTorture me? You humor me, dear husband,â her playfulness was back. Snape muttered something along the lines of âMerlinâs beardâ though she saw his eyebrows relax. He still held her wrist, and Y/n noticed the bruises starting to disappear. Snape was performing non-verbal healing spells on her.
Over the course of their marriage the two had moments of affection. Mostly to keep up the act in front of others, but every now and then thereâd be private ones. Such as the current scenario. Snape making their tea in the morning. Y/n buying his potion ingredients when his stock is low. Sitting on opposite sides of the couch while reading. Having dinner together, even if it's in silence.Â
And, on rare occasions, the two experienced their shared needs with each other.Â
Again, neither would call it love. Romantic attraction was nonexistent to Y/n and she knew sheâd never be able to love. Snape understood this, and heâd be lying if he said he didnât feel the same. Unable to see himself loving again after Lily.Â
Once he was done, and the bruises were gone, Snape let go of Y/nâs hand, âTell me what happened.â
âWhatâs there to tell,â she mumbles, leaning against him slightly. âWhen I woke up, after being stunned and a rather harsh landing, I was tied to a chair and asked to answer some questions.â Snape tensed, but Y/n continued, âBet you can expect what their negotiations were if I cooperated.â
âAzkaban. Albeit a lesser sentence.â She huffed, cranking her neck with a nod.
âYeah I wasnât thrilled with that,â tilting her chin up so it rested on his chest, Y/n smirked wickedly, âthey tried to use Veritaserum on me.â
âOh,â he raised a brow, fighting his own smirk. âAnd howâd that go?â Her response was a shrug.
âI may have caused some trouble.â
The man chuckled, not surprised by the answer. âIâd expect nothing less.â Stepping to the side, Snape poured them each a glass of wine. âAnd how did you escape?â Handing Y/n hers, the two clicked glasses before bringing the rim to their lips. Y/n answered once the bitter taste passed through her throat.
âI stirred up a storm. Genuinely.â Y/n mentally patted herself on the back, impressed she managed to pull it off. âA tad shaky if I must admit, but It had them off their feet.â They finished the wine, Snape taking the glasses to put in the sink. Y/n stretched her arms, turning on her heel to exit the kitchen. âWell if you donât mind, Iâm going to treat myself to a bath. Tonight has left me quite spent,â reaching the doorway, she stops and turns to Snape, mouth curling up and eyes turning a shade he knows all too well. Heat coursed through his body as he watched her tease the stings of her corset, painting his cheeks with a light blush.Â
âCare to join me?âÂ
In the following months after the Battle of the Seven Potters, Y/nâs time was once again spent in the attic of Malfoy Manor. Spell books and potions kept her busy while Snape was at Hogwarts for the term, a place Y/n avoided like the plague, as the newly instated headmaster. Anytime the school was mentioned she wanted to throw up. The memories of her short time there were a painful reminder of the life forced upon her. Knowing sheâd never come to him when he needed to meet urgently, Snape either traveled by Floo or crossed school grounds to apparate. Letters were sent consistently.
Y/n couldâve remained at Snapeâs home where they had resided during the summer. But that meant being completely alone. And while she may hate her family and enjoy isolation in the attic, the mere presence of people in the mansion provides comfort. It kept the voices in her head from being too loud.Â
Tensions were high at the manor. With Lucius back and Bellatrix unable to shut up, Y/nâs peace and quiet was constantly disturbed. Draco had been kept home, and if Y/n were being honest the sound of his cries at night both annoyed and pitied her. Then when he wasnât staying hidden in the shadows, Voldermort turned up to wreak havoc.Â
The news of Potter infiltrating the Ministry spread like wildfire. Dolores Umbridge had been stunned mid-trial for a muggle-born witch, the necklace belonging to Salazar Slytherin ripped from her neck. Voldermart was furious. Fightenly so. He sent every Death Eater not in his close circle to find and capture the boy. Groups of Snatchers ordered to bring Harry to the Manor.Â
âCan I ever get a break?â The thought crossed her mind a dozen times a day.
Then on the first day of May 1998, Y/nâs mere linger of peace was disrupted by commotion downstairs. With a huff, she discarded her book, pocketed her wand and descended the many stairs until she reached the living space. As she entered the scene she was stunned beyond belief at the sight of Harry--whose face was disfigured--Ron, and Hermione. They were fighting against the Snatchers holding them, though they froze when they met her eyes.Â
âWhat is this?â Y/n approached the group, where Bellatrix was screaming about finding Draco. Narcissa and Lucius stood to the side, the former addressing her first. âThese men believe they have Harry Potter,â Narcissa flinched when Bellatrix screamed again, âbut weâre not exactly sure.â
âAre you that daft?â Y/n wanted to say. Anyone with eyes and a decent memory would know it was Harry Potter. Even with the spell to make him unrecognizable, he was with a Weasley and the Granger girl! That shouldâve been their confirmation. Narcissa met them all in Diagon Alley after Luciusâ arrest, so either she was just too stupid or was stalling to prolong the inevitable outcome.Â
Y/n bit the inside of her cheek, tension rising in veins. Snape was going to tear into her if something happened to Potter. And while she could care less about his friends, Ron was a relative and Hermione was one hell of a young witch. The kind that garnered respect from seasoned magical beings. They needed to get out of the manor alive.
âWell, make sure your boy doesnât get us all killed,â Y/n scoffed when Draco arrived. Pale in the face with sweat beading at his forehead. Wanting nothing more than to apparate away from the chaos.Â
Bellatrix pushed Harry down to his knees, gripping his hair in her hand to pull his face up. The boy groaned, Bellatrix addressing Draco, âWell?â He gulped, blinking rapidly as he looked between Harry and his aunt.
âI canât be sure.â
âDraco,â Lucius grasped his neck with a stern hold. He too was filled with anxiety. âLook closely. Listen if we are the ones to hand Potter over to the Dark Lord,â behind him, one of the Snatchers raised his brows, moving closer to the duo. âEverything will be forgiven. As it was, understand?â Draco nodded, and their moment was interrupted by the snatcher.
âNow we wonât be forgetting who actually caught him, I hope, Mr. Malfoy.â
âYou dare to talk to me like that in my own house!â Draco flinched at his fatherâs shout while Narcissa jutted in.Â
âLucius,â her hand latched onto his arm, pulling him away from their son. Lucius relented, allowing her to guide him back a few paces, still visibly annoyed by the snatcher. Bellatrix gestured for Draco, âDonât be shy, sweetie. Come over.â He let her take his hand, drawing him down to his knees so he was level with Harry.Â
Y/nâs heart pounded against her chest. Gritting her teeth to the point they might crack. Casting a glance to the teens, Y/n saw their pleading eyes. Begging for escape and to not hurt them. Y/n turned away, focusing on her sister and nephew.Â
âNow if this isnât who we think it is, Draco, and we call him, heâll kill us all. We need to be absolutely sure.â
âShouldn't you know, Y/n?â Lucius suddenly accused, making the room go quiet. The woman in question snapped her head in his direction, eyes narrowed in challenge.
âWhat makes you say that?âÂ
âYou were taken to the Burrow that night. You said it yourself to the Dark Lord, the Order questioned you.â He gestured to the teenagers, âwerenât they there?â
âMight I remind you I was rendered unconscious by a thestral and stunned several times, Lucius,â her tone was hard. âForgive me if my memory is hazy.â Offering a shrug, Y/n continued to deflect, âI was busy formulating an escape plan rather than taking attendance of those present.â Lucius didnât accept the answer. His expression made it well known.Â
âTypical,â he spat, âEven when given the opportunity to locate Harry Potter and those associated with him, you fail to rise to the occasion.â Y/n saw red.
âDo not speak to me about rising to the occasion, Lucius, when you have brought failure to the Dark Lord on more accounts than I can count.â She saw the way he faltered and smirked, âWho was it that took the coward's way out by saying he was under the imperius curse instead of acting on his own free will?â As she inched closer Lucius stiffened and stepped back. Narcissa reached for her husband while glaring at Y/n, who paid her no mind. âWho relished in their new found freedom instead of searching for their Master they were oh so devoted to?â
Behind her, Bellatrix had a devilish smile, enjoying the way Lucius shrunk under her sisterâs gaze.Â
âAre you not the one who failed to bring him the prophecy?â Y/n mocked, tapping a finger to her chin, âoh yes, in fact you caused the damn thing to shatter. And got yourself caught by the aurors in the process. Bravo, Lucius. Well fucking done.â Her words echoed with a round of applause. âYou are pathetic.âÂ
âDo not talk to him like that,â Narcissa got in her face, though it did nothing to intimidate the younger witch. âHe has done more for the Dark Lord than you could ever know.â The scoff Y/n let out irritated Narcissa.Â
âIf youâre talking about giving up his wand I hate to tell you, Cissy, but that was more like taking candy from a baby,â Rolling her eyes she added, âAnd opening your home to him, please. The Dark Lord took claim to your home because he sees your husband for who he isâŠâ Y/n leaned in making her sister step back. âWeak.â Y/n hadnât even noticed Lucius in front of her before it was too late. His hand came up to strike her across the cheek, leaving an angry red mark behind as the force of the slap caused her head to turn.Â
Hermoine gasped, a look of horror matching that of Narcissa. Ron, Draco and Harry were wide-eyed, meanwhile the snatchers just appeared awkward.Â
They all waited for Y/n to react. She was breathing heavily, but otherwise silent. Then, with a deep inhale, she slowly turned back to Lucius. Any color in her eyes was gone. Completely black and soulless.Â
Just like she didnât have time to react, the same was bestowed on Lucius. Y/nâs arm wound back as far as it could go before launching, causing a sickening *crack* as her fist made an impact with his jaw. The force was so great it sent him to the floor. Narcissa screamed, Draco stumbling away as his father fell beside him and Harry.Â
Lucius groaned, the taste of metallic filling his mouth. Blood dripped down his chin. He felt pressure on his chest, glancing up wide-eyed to see Y/n had straddled his chest and began punching him. Narcissa screamed for her to stop while Bellatrix laughed in the background. Y/nâs rings cut into Luciusâ skin, painting her knuckles red. As he brought his arms up to protect himself, Y/n focused her assault on his ribs.Â
It was obvious by the absolute crazed expression she bore, Y/n had years of pent up fury releasing with each attack. She looked murderous. Craving blood. Craving pain. It was all she knew. Thanks to her dear sister and brother-in-law. Thanks to her family.Â
After two minutes which felt like a lifetime, Y/n was tackled off Lucius by Narcissa. Immediately the older witch tended to her husband, while Y/n picked herself off the floor, cranked her neck and dusted off the dirt on her dress.Â
Her sudden calmness is an eerie sight to the teenagers in the room. Both Ron and Hermoine glanced at each other in horror by what they witnessed. Harry remained frozen, wondering just how the hell they were going to get out of the manor. Before the Malfoyâs and Blacks snap again and end with them killing each other.Â
âAre you out of your mind!?â Narcissa shouted, removing her wand to begin issuing healing spells. The man looked like he just got out of a bar fight. On top of the cuts from her rings, noticeable bruises and obviously broken nose. His tattered breathing indicated she likely broke a rib. Blood spilled from his mouth, but thankfully for him it didnât appear that he lost any teeth.Â
âHeâll live,â was her response, sounding disappointed by the fact. âNow if youâll excuse me, Iâd like to drown myself in fire whiskey while you all figure out if this is Harry Potter or an imposter before we die due to your incompetence.âÂ
Narcissa shuddered, anger seeping off her as she sent daggers to the back of Y/nâs head. âHow dare you?â
âHow dare I?â She spins around, challenging Narcissa to say more. âHe raised his hand to me and Iâm in the wrong? He had it coming.âÂ
âYou called him weak! He went to prison while you fled the Ministry and left him to fend for himself. After all weâve provided you--allowing you into our home, sit at our table, dine with usâŠ.â Narcissa lists off, âYou once were a pleasant person to be around and respectful. To be so ungrateful for what weâve done for you is an insult to---.â Now that was the wrong thing to say.
Y/n lost it.Â
âYou had me sent to fucking Azkaban!!â Her voice echoed off the walls, ordering everyone into silence. The outburst sent a chill amongst all in the room. The Malfoys were rather petrified. Especially Draco who was still kneeling behind his parents. For Narcissa, her eyes glazed as she took in her once sweet and innocent baby sister. The woman who stood in her place lacked any empathy, much like their eldest sister. Only Y/nâs rage was a direct result from those who failed her. Plus the circumstances she endured.
Harry realized this during their encounter at the Burrow. Thinking back to what Sirius had told him that time in Grimmauld Place. Y/n wasnât always the demented Death Eater she became. Her confessions at the Burrow depict a case of a woman whoâd betray Voldemort in an instant if it meant she could escape.Â
âHalf of my life wasted--because you and your husband chose to sell me out to the Aurors instead of protecting me!â Hatred was the only word to describe the venom in her tone and eyes. âI was fifteen, Narcissa, fifteen.â Water filled Y/nâs eyes that she refused to release. âYou let them drag me to that house,â she referred to the night the Death Eaters gave her the mark. The same night they tortured the Longbottoms. âI confided in you. I told you what they forced me to do. I had no choice in the matter, Cissy.â She spit out the once endearing nickname. Like it was acid in her mouth.
Pointing her wand up slightly, Y/n gained satisfaction at the fear. Nearly whispering, she grinded her teeth, âwhen I came to you--after it was done--terrified out of my mind, I trusted you to keep. Me. Safe.â Each word had her stepping closer to her sister, âthat my sister would have my back. Not rat me out the moment the Ministry came knocking at her door so that she, her pathetic husband, and her spineless, spoiled brat of a son--.â Narcissa gripped her wand. Angered by the insults of her loved ones, despite them being slightly true. Y/n dismissed her emotion, â--can live happily ever after. Peacefully, as though they never supported the Dark Lord when behind closed doorsâŠ,â she hissed, no longer caring they had an audience, âThey are the most cowardice hypocrites in the history of the world.â
The more she drew closer, the tighter the grip Narcissa had on her wand. Ready for any sudden attack. Lucius glared at his sister-in-law with hatred. Meanwhile Draco looked like he wanted to vomit. He barely remembered his aunt before she went to prison. And their interactions since her release were brief. Now the image of her before him sent an awful pit in his stomach.Â
Y/n had no plans of cursing anyone, but sheâd be damn sure to put the fear of God himself in her relatives for all the pain and anger theyâve caused her entire life. âSo no. I will not offer sympathies to your family, Narcissa. Nor shall I feel grateful for your sacrifices. Dear Lucius only got a lick of what I experienced in Azkaban. And Draco got his arse saved by Snape in getting out of killing Dumbledore. Meanwile I had to spend fourteen years in a cell--cast away in the middle of the fucking ocean--for something I had no control over.â Y/n dropped her stance, tone becoming bored as she finished her rant off with, âYou can all die for all I care.âÂ
Desperate to leave Y/n started in the direction but was stopped by Bellatrix. Saying they were not finished and must get back to the issue at hand. Narcissa continued tending to Lucius, silent tears rolling down her cheeks.Â
âYouâre not sure itâs Potter, so donât call him,â Y/n said as if it were obvious. Praying she did not give away any suspicion of the truth. âWhat else is there to say?âÂ
âWhat else?â Bellatrix threw out her hands, âThere is a blood-traitor and mudblood with him!â She received a roll of the eyes.
âNot every ginger haired wizard is a Weasley, sister.âÂ
âWhatâs wrong with his face?â Draco changed the subject, Y/n mentally thanking him with a smirk to her brother-in-law in victory.
âYes, what is wrong with his face?â Bellatrix echoed, addressing the snatchers. Meanwhile Y/n watches the stare off between Harry and Draco. The silent conversation happening between them. And when Harryâs eyes flicker to her, Y/n knows heâs questioning her all the same. âWhy are you not saying anything? You know itâs me.â
âHe came to us like that. Something he picked up in the forest I reckon.â
âOr ran into a stinging jinx,â she counters with a whisper. Her wand raises in the direction of the other captors. âWas it you two?â Bellatrix moves hastily, âGive me her wand. Weâll see what her last spell was.â Narcissa gently places a hand on her son, nudging him to stand and move away from Harry. Y/n stays quiet, keeping a firm gaze on the boys and turns away when Harry gives her a pleading look.Â
Bellatrix gives a mocking laugh at Hermoineâs reaction, âI got you.â Suddenly her laugh is cut short with a gasp. Eyes locking on the shiny weapon in the hands of a snatcher. âWhatâs that?â
The sword of Gryffindor.
Hearing her gasp, Y/n leans to the side to get a better view, only to freeze. Blood drained from her face upon seeing the sword. Which was supposed to be locked away in the Lestrange vault at Gringotts. Dread consumed Y/n, followed by confusion and anger. How the fuck did they get the sword? If Voldermort discovered Bellatrix failed to keep it contained heâd have all their heads on a silver platter.
And by the nervous whisper of her sister, Y/n knew Bellatrix felt the same. âWhereâd you get that from?âÂ
âIt was in her bag when we searched her,â the snatcher replies calmly, âreckon itâs mine now.âÂ
Bellatrix moves so quickly everyone is unable to react. Stunning the man, the sword flies into her grip as she spins and incapacitates the snatchers. Y/n follows in suit, petrifying the snatcher closest to her. Shocking the group as they move away from the chaos.Â
âAre you mad!!â A whip shoots from Y/nâs wand to wrap around his neck, choking the leader while Bellatrix occupies herself with strangling Greyback. Both witches have crazed expressions, scaring the kids and even their sister.Â
Y/n pulled the wip down with force, bringing the snatcher to knees where he then fell to the harsh ground. She kept her grip, moving to Bellatrix while dragging the man along. He grunted and groaned until she finally released the hold, but not before bringing it up and igniting a hard smack to his face.Â
âGet out!â Bellatrix ordered, the snatchers struggling to rise to their feet and catch their breath. Keeping her wand raised, Y/n watched her sister grip Ron by his jacket, âCissy, put the boys in the cellar!â Narcissa grabbed Harry, then Ron when Bellatrix pushed him toward her. âI want to have a conversation with this one,â Hermoine felt like she was going to vomit. âGirl to girl!âÂ
Wormtail met Narcissa at the top of the stairs. Dragging the boys down as they attempted to fight him off. They were pulled out of sight and thrown into the cellar, Ron shouting after Wormtail as he scurried off.Â
Y/n watched Bellatrix inflict torture on Hermoine for only a few minutes before dissociating. The screams from the girl brought back painful memories. Memories of the Longbottoms. Their lost gazes with each curse. Flinching, Y/n squeezed her eyes shut. Picturing Alice and Frank Longbottom withering on the floor. It made her want to jump from the window. Or light herself on fire.Â
Her mind was racing. Brain pleading to do the right thing. Opening her eyes she saw Narcissa, Lucius and Draco huddled in front of the fireplace. God she wished Snape was there. Heâd know what to do.
And deep down, Y/n knew too.   Â
When Bellatrix ordered Wormtail to bring Griphook from the cellar, Y/n took the chance to follow him. The decision was made right there. Fuck the outcome and if it cost her her life by the end of the day. Maybe she could manipulate it in her favor.Â
Creeping down the stairs, Y/n heard Ron demand for Hermoine to be let go, the woman turning down the corner to see Wormtailâs wand raised at the boy.Â
âGet back!â Ron stepped back but his glare never strayed. Y/n had reached the bottom of the stairs right as Griphook approached Wormtail. The traitorous Griffyndor narrowed his eyes at the witch. âYouâre not supposed to be down here,â his tone held suspicion.
âAnd who are you to tell me Iâm not, rat?â The name cut him deep judging by his reaction. Y/n kept her chin high, âI merely want to inspect our guests again. After all, we want to be sure this boy is Harry Potter. Correct?â Wormtail was nervous under her stern gaze, but he didnât believe her for a second.
âI must confirm with--argh!â Peter was thrown back into the bars as Y/nâs hand closed down on his neck, constricting his airway. The action caused those in the cellar to jump by the sudden action. Squeezing, Y/n leaned closer to whisper in his ear.Â
âYou will go upstairs with the Goblin like you were ordered to and say nothing. Do not cross me, rat, I will know if you do.â He grunted as Y/n shook him, adding, âIâm sure my husband would be more than pleased to deal with you if you chose to speak freely rather than follow your orders and stay quiet. Understood?â At his rapid nod, Y/n let go of the man, a coughing sput releasing from Peter before he pushed Griphook to start going up the stairs.Â
Once they were gone, Y/n turned her attention to the teens, leaning against the side of the wall with a bored expression. âYouâre a long way from home, Harry Potter.â
The boy in question clenched his jaw, âYou knew it was me this whole time.â The statement resulted in a scoff.Â
âOf course I did. Which is hilarious considering I am probably the only person up there whoâs had the least interaction with you, yet for some peculiar reasonâŠ,â her tone was mocking, âno one else is confident in their speculation. Well except Draco,â she shrugs, causing Harryâs eyes to widen slightly. âWhy heâs remaining quiet is likely for the same reasons I am. But who am I to throw him under the bus to my sister?âÂ
âSeems a bit odd youâre not,â he commented as he approached the gate. Moving so they were directly in front of each other. Only the bars separating them. They were so close Harry noticed the puffiness of her cheek where Lucius struck her. Plus the tiny specks of blood on her neck that mustâve splattered when she beat the man. It made him shudder, âWhy is that?â
âCall it a promise I made to a friend.âÂ
âA friend?â he countered with a scoff, âI find that hard to believe.â A chuckle left her lips, bouncing against the walls. âLike anyone from the Order would align themself with you without telling the rest.â Now that humored the witch. The fact he went right to believing it was someone from the Order she was in contact with was hilarious considering the little deductible that took place months prior.Â
âYouâd be surprised with how secretive the Order can be. Even the man who established it in the first place kept many things,â that got his attention, tensing with his hands clenched into fists. âDumbledore,â the whisper of his name sent a wave of emotion through Harry. Anger, sadness. He hated the way Y/n said it in a mocking tone. âYeah, I really donât care whether you believe me or not. But the idea of you dying today is something I cannot let happen.â
Harry became confused, brow raising. What the fuck was she playing at? First she plays dumb to her family by not identifying him. Then she does nothing when they drag the boys to the cellar, where several of Harryâs supporters are being held captive. She sits back while Bellatrix harms Hermoine. Now sheâs insinuating she wants to help them escape?
She has to be fucking with them.
âWhat game are you playing?â His question surprises Y/n.
âGame?âÂ
Anger replaced the confusion by her lack of remorse. But then again he was foolish to believe a death eater like herself was capable of such. âThis! I donât understand what side youâre on. Itâs obvious youâre not completely loyal to him--youâre actions today prove that.â Y/n mentally cursed herself for being obvious. If Harry caught on to her, much like Snape did, then how long before Voldemort and those closest to him did. âYou say and do things that make me think you know more than youâre letting on,â her expression faltered, Harry clocking it with a mental victory. âYou saved Bill for reasons not even you can explain. You hate your family. Which is your only redeeming quality--.â
âOuch.âÂ
He ignored her comment. âWhat do you gain from this? Why are you not screaming for Vold--.â Y/n launched herself at the bars, grabbing him by the lapels of his jacket to hold him against the gate. Ron moved to help, but was frozen upon Y/n raising her wand at him.
âDonât say his name!â She whisper-screamed, face painted with fury and fear. Harry snapped his jaw shut, watching the woman frantically look around as though in search of something. Or someone.
âDo you have a death wish, Potter?â she finally said once deeming it was safe. Yet her heated expression stayed locked on Harry. âSurely you should know by now saying his name will attract unwanted attention.â Muttering curses under her breath, Harry heard her call him, âstupid boy.âÂ
Struggling against her grip, Harry was amazed by Y/nâs strength despite it having been displayed twice now in the form of beating her brother-in-law and assaulting Wormtail. She proved herself at the burrow to be a powerful witch in the sense of magic. But Lord he would not want to go toe-to-toe with her in a fight.Â
âLet me be clear, Potter,â her grip tightened, Harry grunting as his head pressed against the bar. âI personally donât care about the outcome of this war. Whether you vanquish him or he kills you once and for all, what matters to me is my freedom in the end. Either in the form of walking away from this world in one piece, or entering the pits of hell waiting for me.â She paused, staring so deep into his eyes the boy shuddered, âIdeally, it would be best suited for me if you came out on top, Potter. That way the mark on my arm no longer makes me feel like a dog on its leash. Tracking my every move--giving him power over me. I want it gone.âÂ
Harry hadnât thought of it that way. But now with her confirmation of his speculations, Harry was confident in Y/nâs disloyalty to Voldermort. Which now made him question her marriage to Snape.Â
âYou doubting my role among his ranks proves to me youâre actually a smart boy. Like Snape, youâve caught on quick to my ulterior motives.â The confession made his eyes widen. Fully convinced their union held a deeper message than simply two Death Eaters finding love in the midst of a war.Â
But what did that make of Snape? The question plagued Harryâs thoughts.Â
âYouâre right to accuse me, Potter, and youâd act the same if in my shoes. Iâve suffered enough,â her voice fell to a whisper. âTortured, beaten, locked away in a cold, dark, cell for half my lifeâŠ..Iâve watched family members die, Iâve watched them lose themselves to madness--while trying so hard to prevent my own descent,â she leans closer, âWhich I obviously failed to do. Thereâs nothing left for me to give anymore.âÂ
Her grip on his collar loosens, allowing Harry to lean slightly away from the bars to get some space. However her hold still stays, âI donât expect you to understand, and Iâm not asking for sympathy. Hate me all you want when this is over. I know if you come out on top Iâll be locked away forever, but somehow, and Iâm not exactly sure why, a piece of whatever soul I have left is saying you need to get out of this mansion.â Finally she released Harry, the boy stumbling back by the slight push she gave.Â
Y/n cleared her throat, chin held high. âSo, are you going to shut up and listen to what I have to say? Or are you going to be a little boy and get you and your friends killed tonight with your impulsiveness?â
Harry said nothing. Maintaining the intense eye-contact that wouldâve sent any other person running for the hills. Her cold, dark eyes were far opposite of the warm, loving ones her cousin Sirius possessed. His aura drew people in. Hers made them repulsed.Â
Everything in Harry screamed for him to reject her proposal. To somehow figure a plan out on his own or act on survival instinct.
But it wasnât just his life at risk. His friends were in danger, as were the innocent people captured like Ollivander and Griphook. He needed to be smart.
A simple nod had the ginger beside him flabbergasted.Â
âAre you mad!â Ron chokes, appalled by the idea of working with the Death Eater. He looked at Harry like he had two heads. âYou want to trust this psychopath?!â Y/n wanted to laugh at the insult, but instead settled for a smirk, frightening the boy even more.
He wasnât wrong if one were to get technical. Y/n portrayed both psychopathic and sociopathic tendencies. Any professional would clock in an instant. Much like a psychopath, Y/nâs charming, lacks a sense of remorse and love, and uses relationships for her gain. Then on the other hand sheâs impulsive, unpredictable, explosive when provoked and will resort to physical violence. Look at what she did to Lucius, Wormtail, and now Harry. She, however, does appear to have an attachment to Snape--often aligned with sociopaths. But again, though Y/n may care for him to a degree, she is still using him to further her goal.Â
Harry gave Ron a frustrated look, âYou got any ideas?â They all knew the answer and the silence indicated as such. Sighing in defeat, Ron glared at Y/n, who only returned it with a smirk.
âThat settles it,â her cheeky expression focused on Harry. A non-verbal deal sealing itself right there. âShall we begin?â
Everything that happened once the boys emerged from the staircase was a blur.
After summoning Dobby, the former Malfoy house elf who Y/n at one point enjoyed the company of prior to Azkaban, Y/n took her place in the foyer once more with the rest of her family. Sheâd laid out carefully to the boys and elf what to do once she left them. Dobby first transported the other prisoners to a location Ron suggested. Then Y/n incapacitated Wormtail on his way down to the cellar as she passed by him, dragging the traitor out of sight.Â
When she returned upstairs she noticed the skeptical expression Narcissa directed at her. Y/n didnât let it get to her, instead focusing on the task. Hermione laid on the ground, barely moving. With Bellatrix occupied with interrogating Griphook, Y/n went to check on the girl. Immediately Hermione made a sound and flinched away, but Y/n grasped her arm firmly causing her to still.
âIf you want to leave this manor alive and in one piece with your friends, you ought to stay quiet,â Y/n whispered in her ear, followed by the utterance of a healing incantation. Hermione obeyed, however she was stiff like a stature against Y/nâs touch.Â
Most of the spells were non-verbal as to not draw attention to them. And while Draco and Narcissa were well aware of what Y/n was doing, one death glare from the witch had them turning away. Bruises started to disappear. Cuts slowly healed. Y/n could not do much for the mental torture Hermoine endured, but she at least could sooth the physical injuries. Frowning at the sight of âmudbloodâ carved into the teens arm, she issued most of the spells at patching the skin there, leaving only a faint trace of the words. Hermione visibly relaxed, even squeezing Y/nâs hand in a silent thank you.Â
The older witch could only imagine the thoughts racing through her head. Wondering what the hell Y/n was doing and if she were serious about getting them out. After all, she did nothing to stop Bellatrix and instead disappeared when the torture began. Yet here she was. Offering a flicker of hope by healing her wounds with claims of helping them escape.Â
Once satisfied with her work, Y/n stood up and backed away from Hermione until she was pressed against the wall.Â
Then all hell broke loose when Bellatrix implied killing the witch. Harry and Ron were to wait for Y/nâs signal but given the circumstances they said, âTo hell with it,â and ran up with wands shooting off spells left and right. Disarming Bellatrix and initiating a two-vs-two duel with Draco and Narcissa. Y/n couldnât even bask in the joy she felt watching Lucius get blasted away with a dramatic âah!â, she had to act fast.Â
Taking the discarded knife, Y/n dragged a shrieking Hermione to her feet. Pulling the teens back to her chest, Y/n placed the knife level with her neck with a hiss, âfollow my lead.â Hermione froze, tears leaking down her cheeks. Y/n walked her to the middle of the foyer, until they were beneath the chandelier, âStop!!â The fighting ceased.
âDrop your wands,â Bellatrix ordered, but the boys were too focused on Y/n and Hermione to listen. Angry and betrayed at jumping to conclusions, Y/n quickly penetrated their minds, âTread carefully boys,â Their faces consorted into shock, the woman shushing them with her gaze before they could react aloud. âLetâs not fuck this up more.â
Bellatrix shouted again, âI said dropâem!â obeying, their wands hit the floor with a *clank*. âPick them up, Draco, now!â The blonde boy hurried to retrieve the wands, Bellatrix gliding up to where Y/n stood. âWell, well, well. Look what we have here.â Leaning into Hermioneâs space, the witch whispered in a taunting tone. âItâs Harry Potter. Heâs all bright and shiny and new again.â As she spoke, Harryâs face returned to normal. The effect of the stinging jinx wearing off.Â
âJust in time for the Dark Lord.â Y/n loosened her grip on Hermione, air catching in her throat as she sent Harry a panicked look. Bellatrix however, appeared pleased, âcall him.â Heads turned to Draco. Save for Y/n, who caught movement in the distance. Locking eyes with the figure, her head gestured up to the chandelier. Sending a mental message of what to do. They were gone in the blink of an eye, Y/n peering at her nephew like everyone else.Â
Draco was visibly nervous and scared, shuddering under his fatherâs scrutiny. Unable to perform the task even when told a second time by his aunt. Lucius pushed past him, glaring at Harry as he pulled his sleeves up to reveal the Dark Mark. The ink became darker when his hand raised over it.Â
Suddenly, the eerie sound of creaking interrupted the intense silence. Eyes drawing up to find Dobby perched on the chandelier, his hands occupied with unscrewing the latch keeping the mighty object attached to the ceiling. Despite instructing the elf, Y/n couldnât help but utter, âoh dear.âÂ
The latch released, Bellatrix shrieking as Y/n shoved Hermione away before bringing her arms up at the last second. The last image she saw before the world became black was Ron catching the girl. Noise drowned out until eventually, all became silent.Â
When she woke God knows how long later, Y/n was in a daze. Her head pounded, body ached. Vision disoriented and any sound was muffled. A gentle touch on her shoulder brought her back to reality, her senses coming together to form a clear picture of her surroundings. When it finally did, Y/n found Snape seated in a chair beside her. The man dressed in his usual black clothes minus the dramatic robes. Dark circles beneath his eyes, like he hadnât had a pleasant nightâs rest in ages.Â
âWhat the hell,â her voice croaked due to the dryness in her throat. Coughing, she sat up and was immediately met with a glass of water thrusted in her face. Taking it Y/n downed half the glass, a couple droplets spilling down her chin. âThank you,â she wiped them away, adjusting her position on the unfamiliar bed. Snape placed the glass back on the nightstand, helping Y/n move so she was upright with her legs hanging off the side of the bed.Â
Glancing down, she realized she was still in the same dress from the manor. âHow long was I out?â Part of her feared the answer.Â
âAbout six hours. Itâs just past midnight.â
âMmp,â she stretched her neck, brushing hair from her face. It was the morning of May 2nd. Scanning the room, Y/n squinted, catching the lit fireplace and stained glass windows first. Followed by the striking detail of the walls covered in moving portraits on the opposite side of the room leading to an office space. Some of whom were glaring at her.Â
It hit her then where she was.Â
Hogwarts.
âHowâd you know?â Pushing off the bed, Y/n made a beeline to the table displaying a vast collection of alcohol. Reaching for the fire whiskey, she poured herself a glass and downed it in one go.Â
âYour sister,â he responded, not moving from his seat, hands clasped together, âNarcissa was rather adamant I come to retrieve you after the little spectacle that took place tonight.â Y/n let out a chuckle lacking any humor, pouring herself another whiskey.Â
âIâm surprised sheâd do such a thing. Considering I humiliated her and her family in front of people. Wouldâve thought sheâd finish me off while I was down.â Snape narrowed his eyes, disapproving of her statement. Y/n only returned the look, twirling her glass, âItâs what I wouldâve done. You shouldâve seen the number I did on Lucius.â
âThe fool put his hands on you,â Snapeâs voice had an edge to it, anger seeping through. Shocking the witch by the sudden shift in his demeanor. âHad I been there he wouldâve lost them.âOh⊠Now that had a spark filling Y/nâs stomach. Almost like arousal.
She brushed it off with, âIâd be a little offended if you didnât, husband.â Her teasing made him roll his eyes, âBesides the masterpiece I created on that swine, the words I had for my dear sister were not pleasant and frankly wouldâve had her laying into me if she had the balls to. Had the roles been reversed, I donât think I could have let her live.â Y/n scoffed at herself, sipping her drink instead of gulping it, âQuite the hypocrite arenât I?â
Snape stayed silent, only responding with an expression that read, âYou said it, not me.â Y/n shrugged, not finding his indirect opinion offensive. Instead she opted to ask the question plaguing her since she woke up, âWhat have you heard recently?â Snape inhaled sharply.Â
âHeâs angry. Very angry.â Y/n stiffened, setting her now empty glass back on the table. He continued, âI did not stick around for what he had in store for you sisters and brother-in-law, my only concern was getting you here after Narcissa called. ButâŠ.thereâs been a shift. We all can feel it.â
Y/n tightened her jaw, processing the news with a nod. âAny word on the boy's whereabouts.â Snape raised his brows, face conforming to one she knew all too well. Snape read her like a book.Â
âYou mean if they escaped safely?â The accusation did not come as a surprise. âYouâll be pleased to know they did.â Snape noted her sigh of relief, but did not comment. By now the married couple easily picked up on cues and communicated without saying anything. He didnât need her to tell him her role in helping Harry Potter escape the Manor. He already knew. âWhere did they go--I have no clue,â Pausing to shrug, he added, âLikely the home of someone they trust. But it wonât be long beforeâŠ.â
âI know,â Y/n interrupted with a whisper. Squeezing her eyes shut as she leaned against the table. âWeâre in the endgame now.âÂ
The creaking of the chair filled her ears, followed by footsteps. Opening her eyes when she felt Snape gently place his hand on hers. Stroking her bruised knuckles with his thumb.Â
âWeâll get through this,â He told her confidently. âI promise if itâs the last thing I do, youâll get your freedom when this is all over.âÂ
Breath catching in her throat, moved by his words, Y/n raised her free hand to caress Snapeâs jaw. Offering a small, but sad smile--surprising both of them by connecting their lips briefly in a short, sweet kiss, as her eyes glossed over, âas will you.âÂ
Almost 24 hours later
Running. She was running. Faster than ever, the words of Lucius echoing in her mind, overtaking the screams of the raging battle behind her. âHeâs with the Dark Lord,â was the answer to her demand for Snape's whereabouts. Dread consumed her. Drowning the witch as though she had been pulled out to sea.Â
Voldermort pausing the battle only to summon Snape had to be anything but good. Lucius confirmed her suspicion by how scared he looked just telling her. Like he expected her to kill him right there for finding Snape and bringing him to the Dark Lord. Instead Y/n shoved him away and broke into a sprint. Heading straight for the docks.Â
âHarry--!â Hermoineâs warning was overshadowed by the fast approaching footsteps. The teens gripped their wands, ready for an attack only to freeze at the sight of Y/n running through the doorway. She met Ron and Hermonieâs eyes first, only to draw them to the side, where she was met with a grieving sight. The teens swear they saw her knees buckle, a sound of anguish leaving her throat.
âNo-no-no!â Y/n pushes past the teens, kneeling down in a hast and practically shoving Harry to the side. Y/n cups Severusâs face in her hands, eyes filling with tears as blood paints them. âNo-no, Severus! Severus!â She frantically looked him over, horrified by his state. His throat was cut, the woman placing a hand over the gaping wound, and bite marks cut into his clothing.Â
âOh God. Sev, you canât--you canât leave me,â her chest tightened, tone dropping to barely a whisper. âNot like this. Not like this.â They were supposed to survive the war. Together. Theyâd made it this far, after so many obstacles and death around them. Y/n and Snape had to live.Â
Otherwise what was the point in going on in life.Â
The trio were at a loss for words. Stunned by the scene in front of them. Of course they knew the two were married, but it had been revealed at Malfoy Manor it was simply a matter of convenience. Not believing love played any role in the marriage. However, witnessing Y/n in complete despair over Snape made them think the opposite.
They watched in silence. Harryâs attention on Y/n. Her body shaking, face distraught and unsure of where to begin. Snape was losing consciousness, and it was obvious he was running out of time. Clutching onto Y/nâs forearms, the man's eyes softened in a way Harry had never seen. âIâm here,â Y/n caressed his cheek with the hand not holding his neck together. Comforting him. Like she knew he wasnât going to make it and wanted to make sure he left the world knowing at least one person cared about him.Â
Well, she was the only person.
Snapeâs eyes turned glossy, flickering between Y/n and Harry. It broke whatever was left of Y/nâs heart seeing him cry. Full of pain and minutes from death.
Something in his tears made her stiffen, and by Snapeâs reaction Y/n knew exactly what it was. âTake them,â he pleaded to Harry, the boy confused and looking to the Death Eater for answers. Snape whimpered again, âTake them, please.â
âHis tears,â Y/n turned to Harry wide-eyed, a shaky hand reaching out, âget me something--quickly!â He relays the order to Hermoine, who presents a small vial from her bag. Passing it to Harry, he extends it to Y/n, who snatches the vial and opens the top with her teeth. Her rapid movements slow as she gently presses the container to Snapeâs cheek. Teardrops falling down until the vial is filled to the brim. They glow against the glass.
âTake them to the pevensie,â Snapeâs voice was hoarse, Y/n handing the vial to Harry with care. Pocketing it, Harry glanced up when Snape whispered, âlook at me.â Against her palm, Y/n felt his pulse begin to slow. Beats growing apart by the second.Â
A knot formed in her throat. Clenching onto his hand like her life depended on it.
Harry stared into the eyes of the man he hated most in the world. Realizing the words were meant for him. More tears ran down Snapeâs cheeks, âyou have your motherâs eyes.â And with one last squeeze to his wifeâs hand, catching her gaze, Severus Snape took his last breath. Head falling limp against the glass, sending Y/n into despair.Â
Whatever remnants of her heart broke into a million pieces. Grieving the loss of her only friend and companion.Â
Her sobs echoed, the teens watching with solemn faces as the woman brought the now deceased Snape into her arms. One hand on his head to lay it against her chest, resting her chin on his own, the other wrapped arm around his shoulders. Cradling him without any care of the blood coating her skin and clothes.Â
None of that mattered to her.Â
Her only focus was the man in her arms.Â
The sight of Y/n gently rocking Snape was too emotional for the teens. Hermione wiping away moisture from her cheeks, sniffing as she leaned into Ron, whose eyes also shined. They had no words to describe how they felt watching a Death Eater like Y/n--whoâd they witnessed her violent nature first hand--in hysterics over Snape. Whoâs marriage to him was something they questioned. Believing it to be a ruse.Â
However, witnessing the tragic display, they began to think otherwise.Â
âWe may have not loved each other like we wanted to,â Y/nâs whimpered, opening her eyes to meet Harryâs. The heartbreak shined through, âBut he was my peace.â More tears rolled down her cheeks, arms tightening around Snapeâs shoulders, resting her cheek on his hair. Another sob left her, âIt wasnât supposed to end like this.â
Another five minutes passed. Hiccups replacing the witchâs outpour of cries. When it slowed and came to a halt, Y/n didnât bother wiping away the residue. Letting the tears mix into the sweat and blood.Â
Her head that had been previously turned away from Harry to hide into Snapeâs hair maneuvered so it was facing him. Never letting go of the man. âYou should go,â the roughness of her voice matched her state. Red eyes that the whites were barely noticeable, puffiness in her cheeks. âThereâs not much time before he runs out of patience,â he referring to Voldemort. Harry tensed, and Y/n gestured to the vial in his hands, âI donât know all of what he wanted to show you, but if itâs what I think it isâŠ.â Harry heard her gulp, âthen youâll understand the things he--and even I--had to do.â
âHad to do?â Harry wondered, his expression giving away what he was thinking by the way Y/n shook her head. Unwilling to give him the answers right there. Whatever it was, Harry was anxious at finding out. Remembering the events of the last year in an attempt to identify clues.Â
A truly difficult task considering all the shit that happened since the previous May.Â
âPlease,â her croak brought him out of his thoughts. Harry looked up from the floor to see Y/n on the edge of another breakdown. But she held it together, holding Harry to a firm gaze. The next words leaving her mouth giving only a mere indication of what the Boy who Lived had in store for him when he tapped into Snapeâs memories.Â
âDonât let it be for nothing.âÂ
19 Years LaterâŠ.
Gray clouds covered the sky like a blanket in west Cornwall. So thick, not even a glimmer of the sunâs ray peaked through. Cool winds breezing, making leaves fly in the air. From above gentle rain fell, hitting the umbrella Narcissa held as she crossed into Blackmere cemetery. The gate creaked behind her, causing a black crow that had been perched on the brick to fly away.Â
Draco stayed in the car, allowing his mother privacy after she denied his request to join her. The woman was adamant about going alone, âIâll only be a moment, darling. Keep the car warm for us.â
Umbrella in one hand and a single white rose in the other, Narcissa followed the pavement trail to her destination. Passing the many tombstones of her relatives, including her young cousin, Regulus. Her movement slowed to read the words engraved on the stone, âBorn 23 April 1961 he was taken from us at seventeen. Beloved son, and friend: we who loved you will watch for you in the night sky; for surely you will race across the heavens faster than any starâ.Â
Offering a silent prayer in respect, Narcissa continued down the path. Passing her parents, aunts, uncles, more cousins. Her head tipped a brief second when she strolled by Bellatrixâs. Finally she reached the plot she came for, knot forming in the back of her throat as her eyes landed on the tombstone.
A monolith of black marble stood about two feet and drove into the ground surrounded by a plethora of white Camellias. The only bit of color that stood out was the small bouquets of peonies, carnations, and lilies leaning against the stone. A tell tale sign her sister Andromeda, Mrs. Weasley, and Hermione had already stopped by that morning.Â
The flowers from Andromeda were expected. But, even after nearly 20 years, Narcissa still found herself surprised by the gesture from the other two. It had been a few years after the war when the woman caught the two in the cemetery and demanded to know why they were there that Narcissa discovered why.Â
âShe saved my son,â Mrs. Weasley brushed away a tear that escaped, âAnd my daughter. Had it not been for her my Bill wouldâve died that night. In the Astronomy tower. She couldâve easily left him thereâŠbut she didnât. And Ginny,...â Molly couldnât get the rest of the words out, becoming emotional, âFor that, Iâll forever be grateful.âÂ
Hermione felt the heat rush to her cheeks, stuttering slightly, âThere were many times she had the opportunity to sell us out--to give up Harry. At the burrow, the manor,â the girl flinched, the memories too painful to recall, âeven during the battle. She chose not to. And while I know it was mostly for her own personal gain, I canât help but feel indebted to her. Her actions saved my friends and I. For that alone, I will pay my respects.âÂ
Stepping forward, Narcissa placed the white rose on top of the monolith. Fingers trailing along the smooth surface before moving back to draw her eyes down. Lingering her gaze on the black & white photo next to the writing.
Carved into the marble, the engraving was simple yet elegant, âY/n M/n Black: Born 10 June 1967 -- Died 2 May 1998, Finally Free.âÂ
Narcissa held back the tears as she bowed her head, having cried enough over the last 19 years since Y/n died. She always thought back to those last two days. The manor. The battle. The speckle of hope at rekindling their relationship Narcissa felt when the two connected in the woodsâŠâŠ
Narcissa let out of a breath of relief she hadnât realized sheâd been holding when Y/n emerged from the treeline. Falling into step with the rest of the Death Eaters as they marched towards the castle. The sun barely peeked out of the horizon, the light competing with the fires still burning within Hogwats.Â
âWhere have you been?â Narcissa whispered when she felt Y/n beside her, careful not to draw any attention to them. Glancing ahead she spotted Bellatrix skipping alongside Voldemort. âWeâve been looking everywhere--.â She cut herself off when she finally turned to her sister, horror filling her eyes by the amount of dried blood she saw. Her hand instantly came up to grip Y/nâs arm, âMy God, what happened to you.â Her eyes searched for the source of injury, âAre you still bleeding--?â
âItâs not mine,â Y/n breathed, body aching from exhaustion. Voice dry and hoarse, in desperate need of water. Relieved, Narcissa loosened her grip, however the worry in her heightened upon seeing Y/nâs eyes glossen. Something she hadnât seen in 17 years. âSeverusâŠ..âÂ
The witch gasped, peering at Lucius to see if he was listening, only to find him staring ahead. Narcissa gulped, moving her hand from Y/nâs wrist to her shoulder, âIs heâŠâ The shake of Y/nâs head, followed by her sharp inhale was enough of an answer. Narcissaâs heart plummeted to her stomach.Â
âIs DracoâŠ.â
âHeâs in the castle,â Narcissa lowered her arm back to her side. An overwhelming amount of guilt surfaced at the fact her son was alive and well, but Snape--the man who protected him and her sisterâs husband--was dead.Â
âAnd you're certain becauseâŠ.â Y/nâs blank tone trailed, side eyeing her sister with a matching expression. Narcissa paled, but remained strong, not meeting her stare.
âI just do,â hands clasped in front of her stomach, holding them tightly. âAnd I will find him if itâs the last thing I do.â Y/n studied her, observing for any cues that would confirm the doubt she had of her sister. Once satisfied, she turned away, although the nagging feeling something was off remained. But she was too tired to question it.Â
It was then she noticed Hagrid tied up, trailing behind them carrying something in his arms. Sheâd always had a soft spot for the gentle half-giant. Remembering how heâd always be the first to greet students at the beginning of the term. Always a kind face, bringing an ounce of joy to the girl when all else around her was darkness. Seeing him bound was like a dagger to Y/nâs chest. Then bile rose to her throat when her eyes focused on the figure he held.Â
âIs that who I think it is?â
Narcissa turned to see what Y/n was looking at, stiffening immediately and snapping her head forward. âYes.âÂ
Y/n wanted to scream. Scream until her voice disappeared. Her jaw hurt by how hard she was clenching it shut to prevent herself from lashing out. Grinding her teeth to the point she feared theyâd crack. Y/n wanted to curse at the world.Â
It had all been for nothingâŠ..
Feeling the fury radiate off her sister, Narcissa made the impulsive decision to say the truth before Y/n attempted to kill Voldermort herself. Having pieced together the younger witches animosity and disloyalty to the Dark Lord ages ago. With her husband gone and assuming the boy whoâd be the saving grace dead, Y/n was a ticking time bomb.Â
Leaning close, practically shoving herself onto her sister, Narcissa made it look like she had stumbled and Y/n caught her to the Death Eaters. Face hidden by her hair, Narcissaâs voice barely kissed against Y/nâs ear, âHeâs alive.âÂ
A cold chill ran amongst the witch, Narcissa felt it. Indicating her sister heard her loud and clear. This was then met with Y/n taking Narcissaâs hand. When their eyes locked, Narcissa saw what Y/n was trying to convey, to which the woman nodded. An exhale released from both, Y/n removing her grip and the two stayed silent for the remainder of the journey.Â
When they reached the courtyard and Voldemort began his speech, Narcissa felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. Turning to find Y/n watching her closely, face full of sorrow and dejection, even regret.Â
âI wish things had been different,â she said softly, startling Narcissa. Then she offered a small shrug accompanying a sad smile, âmaybe then we couldâve been friends.â Friends. Not sisters.Â
A lump formed in Narcissaâs throat, water lining her eyes, âI wouldâve liked that.â A moment passed between them. Both wanting to say everything, yet unable to put it into words. Narcissa broke the silence with the small phrase that summed up the last 17 years.Â
âIâm sorry.â For everything, she wanted to add but felt it wasnât welcomed. She only hoped her sister got the message.Â
Y/nâs face never changed, relaxing her shoulders with her deep exhale, telling Narcissa she did.Â
âIâm sorry too.âÂ
Narcissa sighed as the memory came to an end, tilting her head up at the sky. It still pained her after all these years. Wondering where it all went wrong. One moment Y/n was beside her, listening to Voldermort demand loyalty from the other side. The next sheâs lost in the chaos following the reveal Harry was alive. Narcissa had initially believed Y/n apparated off the grounds like many other followers had done, the Malfoy matriarch taking her son and marching away from the castle with Lucius following behind. She truly believed Y/n had beat them to the manor, only to find it empty. Then when her sister failed to arrive home that night, Narcissa brushed it off as Y/n laying low. Her worst fear being Y/n had been arrested. Dragged back to Azkaban for all eternity.Â
Narcissa prayed it was the first theory. Refusing to believe her sister had become a prisoner again.Â
But her hopes were crushed upon the arrival of Professor McGonagall and a member of the newly reformed Ministry of Magic two days later. Only it wasnât to deliver the news Y/n was in Azkaban. No.
It was a death notification. Two at that.
While Bellatrixâs death was straightforward the details of Y/nâs were still unclear decades later. From what McGonagall informed her, Y/n had been caught in an explosion during the final stages of the battle in the Great Hall. She and Ginny Weasley in a 2v1 duel with Rabastan Lestrange, when suddenly a Death Eater caught them off guard by casting bombarda maxima, resulting in Y/n to push the girl away. Witnesses reported seeing Y/n thrown off her feet by the force of the spell and through the stained glass window behind her. Her screams echoing as she fell and the debris followed her down.Â
 They never found her body. Based on the location, it was presumed Y/n died on impact when she hit the lake from the height of the fall. Sinking to the bottom. Whatever was left of her was likely torn by the creatures inhabiting the waters.Â
The images of Y/nâs suspected death haunted Narcissaâs nightmares for months. Lucius woke up to her cries every night. Offering comfort as best as he could considering affection was not a common occurrence for the couple. And while he had the same distaste for his sister-in-law as she did him--still holding a grudge for when she beat him to a pulp--at the end of the day his wife lost her sister. Both of them in one night. She and Andromeda were now the last immediate family members of the noble and ancient House of Black.Â
Everyone else was dead.Â
Sighing, Narcissa began to speak. Pretending the casket in the ground contained her sisterâs body and not empty. âScorpius starts at Hogwarts this fall. Draco is at his wits end. Understandable really,â she hummed with a small frown, âwith all thatâs happening with Astoria, I reckon it wonât be a pleasant year.â Thinking of her grandson, Narcissaâs heart breaks a little. âBut I hope Scorpius manages to find some solace at school. Heâs already packing his trunk even though thereâs still two months until he leaves,â she laughs softly, âLast week he found your spell booksâŠ..â
Drawing her gaze down, she finds Y/nâs picture. Looking absolutely beautiful in her white dress and simple veil, taken the day of her wedding to Snape. The image enchanted, capturing the moment she gave a genuine smile to the camera. A rare sight. The way she laid against the chairâs armrest with the window light coming through made the photo look like it was straight from the 1950s. Not to mention how timeless Y/n appeared. It was one of the very few pictures Narcissa was able to find of her sister. And it was her favorite amongst the bunch.Â
âHeâd snuck into the attic one morning. Lucius about had a fit, and Draco didnât know what to do,â Narcissa closed the umbrella, the rain had stopped. âTheyâre in a safe space, need not to worry. But seeing as Scorpius is ambitious like the rest of us--no doubt heâll be in Slytherin,â her tone had a hint of playfulness, âI find theyâll be in his possession soon enough. We promised, well I promised, that he can have them once heâs in his fourth year, if he maintains good grades.âÂ
Another sigh leaves her, shivering at the sudden breeze. âYou know, part of me believes Iâll never find closure when it comes to us, Y/n. Or with your death,â her chest tightens, âNot having your body makes it hard to really move on. Plus, there are times where I swear I see you at the treeline of the Manor. Or strolling the streets of London,â her eyes flicker to the dirt, âMakes me have the slightest hopeâŠ.that maybe, youâre still out thereâŠ..â A shiver ran down Narcissaâs spin as the words left her mouth. It was the first time sheâd said them aloud. And after holding the sneaky suspicion of her sister being alive to herself for 19 years, she felt a weight lifted off her shoulders.Â
âThat maybe you survived the fall and conjured up an extravagant escape. I often picture you made a life in America--or are currently traveling the world. You always said you would when you were a child. A foolish thought I know,â her chuckle was dry, laughing at herself for even considering the idea. âIt would do me right to believe like everyone else. But if by some chance Iâm right,â her bottom lip quivered, gathering the courage to say the words she desperately wanted to say. âI understand why. At first I was enraged--feeling betrayed that youâd go that far. But after many years of reflectingâŠI canât bring myself to be angry if you did fake your death.â
Another pause, âAfter all, what you wanted most in the world was your freedom.â Leaves crunched beneath her boots as she shifted her stance, âFree from this world. Free from us. Free from everything. I cannot blame you for wanting peace. Iâd be a hypocrite to view otherwise.â Especially since she was able to avoid prison time with the rest of Voldemortâs followers because of what she did.Â
Narcissa looked at Y/nâs picture once more. Watching the moving image repeat to commit her dazzling smile to memory. Wanting to remember her as the once beautiful kind soul sheâd been before Azkaban, instead of a walking Devil historians painted her to be. A narrative Narcissa found herself battling lawsuits to erase. Even with Harry Potter revealing details of Y/nâs role in protecting him during the war, people still focused on the horrible things.Â
Thatâs how she was remembered. A crushed, darkened soul.Â
As Narcissa stared at the headstone one last time, she was completely unaware that a few feet away, perched on the monolith of their parents, was a black crow watching her intently. Listening to her every word.
And what the witch didnât know, what she failed to realize after all these years, was that this crow had been coming to the cemetery every year. On the same day. Sitting in the same spot. Watching her place a single white rose on the grave, which the crow would carry away once Narcissa departed.Â
Flying through the skies without a care in the world, now that she was free.
âI hope wherever you are, Y/n, youâve found peace.âÂ
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Harry Potter AU where heâs dead at Kings Cross and when told âyou have to choose whether you return or you board the trainâ heâs like.
Can I decide later? Iâm tired.
And death kinda gives him this once over, taking in just how exhausted he is, and is like.
Yeah, kid. Sure, you can wait to decide.
And anyways Harry pops up years after he was declared dead, just one day walks out of the Potter Family Crypt.
In a world where Neville Longbottom dealt the killing blow, and there were two boys who took part in the prophecy, Harry returns and meets his peers, who have all grown into full adults, and are forced to realize just how bad it was. How malnourished Harry Potter was. How young he really was. How insane it was that they all lived through that in their childhood.
Oh and for funsies. How does the world find out about Harryâs return? He visits a memorial site and corrects the tour guide.
âThat ABSOLUTELY is not what happened??â
âOh and youâre such an expert?â
âUh yeah. I literally was there.â
âReally? And you are?â
âHarry. Harry Potter. Yanno, the Boy Who Lived and all that âneither can survive while the other livesâ shit? Did you need me to recite everything Voldemort said to me in the graveyard? Or the forest? Or from the back of Quirrelâs head? Or from inside my head when he found out his soul was in my scar? Or is there something else you need? I never thought Iâd get used to everyone recognizing me, but itâs weird now that people donâtâŠâ
â???????â
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