#harry potterxreader

[depressoesssspresso]

“No way,” you said shaking your head while munching on some popcorn from the bowl. Your legs were over his as you both relaxed on the Common Room couch. James smiles while you both make eye contact.

“What do you mean no way? I definitely had a bigger crush on you than you on me,” he laughs as he adjusts his glasses. This “argument” of who had a bigger crush on who had been going on for the last fifteen minutes.

“Are you actually joking? Do you think I just happen to carry an extra water bottle every time you had a quidditch game?” You laugh and blush at the memory, “Thought I was such a samaritan the way I was like ‘No yeah I think I have an extra water if you’d like’ knowing damn well I packed it just to have an excuse to talk to you,” You and James’ faces turned red from how long you have been laughing. The two of you have been going out for over 3 1/2 years and would love to rehash this discussion from time to time.

“But that was so cute. Ok but actually how much tutoring did you think I needed? In our third year, I started asking you for help in classes because our schedules didn’t match up. You were like ‘Ugh this Ancient Runes assignment is so hard. Then the smooth boy I am would be like ‘I know right it’s so hard. Let’s do it together.’ I wasn’t even taking Ancient Runes. I was taking Divination,” he bashfully admitted. You giggle at his revelation and continue to eat your popcorn.

“No I knew,” you began, “ I obviously got the hint when you never showed up for class. But you were too sweet to turn down I couldn’t say no. I thought it was weird but that’s sort of your trade mark.” He playfully glared at you while you stuck out your tongue. “ No but seriously, the Quidditch match. I was total heart eyes for you. Even Peter noticed it. Peter!”

“ Well darling, what can I say,” he smirked at you lightly slap his shoulder. “ Y/N, Sirius almost threw a bludger at me in the middle of the game so I would pay attention because I kept looking back at you to see if you were looking at me.” You laugh so hard that you start to lightly choke on your popcorn which causes James to laugh even harder. Tears brimmed both your eyes as you remember the day Sirius and James got into a mini hissy fit in the middle of the game. Sirius slapped James’ shoulder and James almost pushed Sirius off the broom. Let’s just say Madame Hooch wasn’t happy in the end.

“Ok,Ok,Ok, but do you remember me telling Emily Scobell that you were gay so she doesn’t ask you to the Yule Ball. Told her that you and Sirius were mad for each other” You say sitting up straight and sitting cross cross Apple sauce facing your boyfriend. His eyes bulge out and dramatically whip his head towards you.

“THAT WAS YOU!” He yelled while laughing. “I gave Sirius hell for that. Thought he was telling girls we were together to get them to stop coming up to me as a prank.” [A/N Kyle in South Park What the hell are you telling people that we’re a gay couple😭] “ What about my family emergencies?” You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion as he gives you the biggest smile while pulling you to his chest.

“What family emergencies?” You question.

“Whenever I wanted to have an intimate conversation with you and was too shy to start, I would come up to you saying there’s been a death in the family. You would then comfort me and give me all your attention,” he giggles as you playfully gasp and hit his chest again sitting up.

“YOU WANKER!” You say in between giggles, “ You told me your grandparents passed away.” This only caused him to die further of laughter.

“ I told you that excuse every week. How many grandparents do you think I have!” James says with an undying smile. Your stomach begins to hurt from how badly you’re laughing.

“YOU MET THEM ON CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY TOO” He continues which causes you to laugh so hard no sound comes out.

“ Oh yeah, I forgot,” you say wiping your tears. As both you laughed dies down, you snuggle back into James chest. “ Damn, we really had it bad for each other, did we?” He kisses the top of your forehead.

“ We still do,” he whispers and he hugs you tight.

[haystarlight]

Fred WeasleyXReader Different Chapter 5

Chapter 4: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/184273668241/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-4

Y/F/N= Your First Name

Y/L/N= Your Last Name

Y/L/N/M= Your Last Name Misspelled

Y/E/C= Your Eye Color

Y/W/H= Your Wand Hand

If it’s in bold, then it’s a direct quote from the book.

Summary: The DA leaves for Christmas break. Harry and Cho weren’t the only ones under the mistletoe that night.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: None.

Time Period: Order of the Phoenix; Chapter 21 “The Eye of the Snake”

Word Count: 772

‘OK,’ He said, calling them all to order. ‘I thought this evening we should just go over the things we’ve done so far, because it’s the last meeting before the holidays and there’s no point starting anything new right before a three-week break-’

‘We’re not doing anything new?’ said Zacharias Smith, in a disgruntled whisper loud enough to carry through the room. ‘If I’d known that, I wouldn’t have come.’

‘We’re all really sorry Harry didn’t tell you, then,’ said Fred loudly.

‘You know, the door is always that way if you wanna spare us from your attitude,’ Y/F/N chuckled.

Fred looked at her direction and beamed.

‘- we can practise in pairs,’ said Harry. ‘We’ll start with the Impediment Jinx, for ten minutes, then we can get out the cushions and try Stunning again.’

As the whole group started dividing into pairs, Fred asked his brother:

‘Hey, you mind if I work with someone else this time, bro?’

‘Eeh, okay? I guess I can pair with Angelina.’

‘Thank you,’ then he ran to Y/F/N, who was just about to approach Neville when he asked. ‘Hey, Y/F/N, wanna pair up?’

She smirked. ‘Aren’t you afraid of what I could do to you?’

‘Not a chance, Y/L/N/M,’ He mocked her as he said this.

‘Ooh Ooh, you wanna go? Let’s go.’

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There was a murmur of excitement. The room began to clear in the usual twos and threes, most people wished Harry a ‘Happy Christmas’ as they went.

‘That was a fun session, wasn’t it?’ Y/F/N asked, looking dreamingly in Fred’s direction.

‘Looking forward to the next class.’

‘Totally! Can’t wait to beat you at duelling.’

‘Are you now?’ He laughed, ‘Sorry to disappoint you, dearest, I think you’ll find my skills are unmatchable.’

‘We’ll see,’ They stepped closer to each other as they bantered, eyes locked in the other’s, Y/E/C and brown once again. For a second, lightning struck and Fred lost his courage. He wanted to make a move but he wouldn’t dare, not in front of his two brothers.

‘Um, hope you have a merry Christmas,’ He said, blushing.

‘Thank you,’ She nodded, ‘and you as well. Have fun at the Burrow.’

‘Yeah,’ And he left.

Upon approaching George, the younger twin hit him with a look of disappointment.

‘What?’

‘Are you really gonna leave like that? Don’t be pathetic, kiss her!’

‘W-w-what?! I don’t- no!’ He blushed even harder this time, ‘Why would I want to kiss her? I don’t- no! Are you kidding?’

George raised an eyebrow. ‘How stupid do you think I am? We’re twins. I can tell by the look on your dumb face.’

Fred stopped being embarrassed for a second to look at him confused. ‘Mate, we have the same face.’

‘Yeah, but I’ve never worn an expression like that,’ He laughed, ‘ You fancy her badly, don’t you?’

Fred bit his lip. ‘You’re right.’

‘I’m always right,’ He bragged. Fred was still slightly confused, though.

‘You’re okay with this? A Weasley and a Slytherin?’

George rolled his eyes. ‘We’re just a few months away from graduation. Houses shouldn’t matter anymore. Now go there; I don’t want to see you back at the Common Room without having kissed her first.’

Fred nodded and headed for the dungeons.

Y/F/N was walking the dungeons alone as she always did, a big smile on her face originating from the great night she’d just had. When she was suddenly approached by him.

‘Y/F/N!!’ He called, loudly.

‘AAAH!’ She jumped, scared, ‘Fred! You scared me, don’t do that. I thought you were Filch.’

‘Sorry.’

There was a small, awkward silence between them as they just stared at each other.

‘Any reason you decided to almost give me a heart attack?’

‘Y-yes, sorry. I just- I needed to- I need-’

‘Spit it out, Weasley,’ She crossed her arms, annoyed.

‘Mistletoe!’ He spat out, frustrated.

‘What?’ Y/F/N was confused AND annoyed now. She looked around, trying to find the infamous plant. ‘I don’t see any mistle-’

She suddenly got interrupted by the most wonderful kiss in the world. It was stupid and random and awkward but… It was Fred. It was perfect. It was worth the wait.

As they pulled away, Fred felt he’d been hit by a Stinging Charm. Y/F/N laughed and he shivered.

‘There’s no one like you, Fred.’

He laughed as though she’d said something stupid and ridiculous. ‘I’m a twin.’

She laughed again and shook her head furiously. ‘No, really.There’s no one like you.’

They kissed again.

[inthenameofallthingsholy]

Fanfics of today:

Fics I Completed:

The Name Of A Wolf- Marauders single chapter based on folklore about werewolves, 1,800 words

One single thread of gold tied me to you- 5 chapter Harry Potter x Wolfstar’s adopted daughter fic, non-magic AU with POC autistic Teddy Lupin little brother and Desi James and Harry potter, 23,171 words

Fics I have Not completed:

New Adventures Summer Camp- 14 chapter Glee fic Summer Camp AU from Kurt’s POV, KurtxBlaine centric. 26,421 words

[strawwritesfic]

Harry Potter x Female!Reader: I’ll Keep the Lights on

Summary: And so peace did come, of a certain kind.

Rating/Warnings/Tags: All (fluff; post-Deathly Hollows; auror!Harry; Ron/Hermione; not canon compliant post-Deathly Hollows)

Winner March 2019: LINDSAY/grantgustin

Requirements: Harry PotterxReader; post-war; fluff

Notes:  I know now that Harry, Ron, and Hermione did not actually go back to Hogwarts again, but I did not know that at the time of writing this.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

I’ll Keep the Lights On

Being a fully-qualified witch did not prevent the feeling of anxiety that swept over you as you stepped inside the empty Ministry of Magic building late one summer night. Several years had passed since last you’d had a reason to go there after everyone else went home. Not much had changed. They’d replaced the horrible statue in the Atrium since Voldemort’s downfall with a memorial for all the muggle-borns that died (or worse) during his reign, but that was about it.

The halls remained eerie and vacant and dark. Your footsteps echoed loudly as you crossed the room to the motionless lifts waiting for the coming morning. Louder still was the racket yours made when you selected your destination. That night you were not going down to Level Nine, but instead making a trip to Basement Level Two. You’d have thought that all the noise would attract every Ministry official left in the place, but no one waited for you when you got off the lift a few minutes later.

Maybe everyone else was gone. Had you come all that way for nothing after all? As you made your slow way toward Auror Headquarters, however, soft voices issued from the open door. You peeked inside to see a meeting in full swing. At least a dozen heads were turned in the direction of the current Head of Department, Gawain Benwick, but not a single one of those heads belonged to the man you were there for.

If you had missed him, you would stun yourself. Too much effort had gone into your visit for you to fail! Just as you began to lose hope, Gawain caught your eye. He did not stop in the midst of his lecture, but motioned with his head toward the back offices. You shot him a grateful smile and hurried off before any of the others could spot who he was communicating with.

Their voices faded as you walked away. The meeting must have been going on for quite some time, because the hallway you followed was lit only dimly. Enough time had passed since your last visit that you weren’t entirely sure where you were going. You squinted at the nameplates beside each door. In the end, they were unnecessary. There was only one door left ajar, and it was through that opening what little light there was spilled…along with a stream of snores.

Harry Potter sat at his desk with his head stop his crossed arms. His eyes were closed, and a small amount of drool trickled from one corner of his mouth onto his elbow. You giggled. Even then, he looked better than he had in years: still tired, obviously, but more at peace. The Harry you’d known at Hogwarts never would have fallen asleep in the middle of work like that. He would not have felt he could.

Cute as he was sleeping, you were not about to leave him be. You crept over to him, then gave his shoulder a firm shake. He launched up so quickly that his head nearly collided with your chin—not that he noticed.

“I’m awake! You don’t have to—[Name]?” He blinked at you through crooked glasses. “What are you doing here?”

“I brought you supper,” you answered.

Though he looked as though he wanted to question you further, he didn’t get the chance before his stomach growled. Harry shot you a sheepish smile as he rose from his desk. “You’re a life saver. Come on. Let’s go to the Atrium. I don’t want anyone to interrupt.”

Only a few minutes later, you were where you had started. While Harry conjured up a picnic blanket, you pulled your cooking out of the magicked bag you carried with you. You both sat down to eat in front of the memorial in silence.

All that way, and you couldn’t think of a single thing to say to him. Had it really been so long that you didn’t know how to relate to your own boyfriend anymore? But once he had swallowed several forkfuls of potatoes, he broke the silence:

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You swallowed some shepherd’s pie. “Oh. You know. I haven’t seen you much lately.”

“I’ve been busy.”

That was true. Harry might have defeated Voldemort, but that hadn’t put an end to all crime in the Wizarding World. He’d been offered an immediate job as an auror right after you all finished going back to school. He’d been busy ever since. Most mornings he was gone before you got up to head to work at the Apothecary, and that was when he came home to sleep at all.

“I thought we’d see more of each other when you moved in, not less,” you teased, then hastened to add, “I’m not mad. I just miss you.”

“I miss you, too.”

“Me? Or my food?”

“Why not both?”

“As long as it’s not just the food. It would break my heart if you only chose me over Ron for your stomach.”

“I can assure you, your cooking is not the only advantage you have over Ron.”

“So, just to be clear—”

“No. I’m not planning to run back off to his flat while you’re at work.”

“Good to know. I don’t think Hermione would much appreciate that either.”

Harry shuddered. “No, she wouldn’t. She’s already got her hands full with work and planning the wedding.”

“Which would a lot easier if her husband-to-be spent any time at home himself.”

“Ron is going home.”

“Harry. I saw him at that late-night auror pow-wow.”

“Okay, okay.” He lifted his hands as though to stave off your argument. “Maybe he’s a little intimidated by how intense she’s got, even for Hermione.”

“Is she really that into the wedding?” you asked.

That didn’t sound like her at all. Admittedly, you didn’t know her as well as Harry did, but you’d grown closer during that eighth year at Hogwarts, and you’d always thought of her as avoiding things as frivolous as weddings.

“No, but she got promoted—”

“What, again?”

“That’s our Hermione,” Harry said, reaching for the container of treacle tart.

“Why doesn’t she just put the wedding off until things calm down?”

“When is she going to stop getting promoted? Besides, Ron’s mum has her heart set on June. Arthur already took the time off, and Charlie’s coming in.”

“Right.”

Finished with your own meal, you watched Harry gulp down the last of his dessert. You’d seen him with your own eyes, ascertained he was all right. Keeping him any longer wouldn’t be right. He wouldn’t be at the Ministry so late if there weren’t important matters to attend to. Sighing, you waved your wand and started packing up the dirty plates.

“You know that none of this is going to happen when we get married, right?” Harry said.

Every little thing that had been floating toward your bag fell to the floor with a resounding crash in the emptiness. Treacle tart splattered Harry’s face; the dregs of tea splashed onto your robes. You didn’t bat an eye, busy as you were gaping at him.

“[Name]? What’s the matter?”

“You want to get married?” you blurted without thinking.

“Well…yeah. Why? Don’t you?”

To be frank, you hadn’t really thought about it. Harry had only moved in with you a couple months ago. You supposed, if you really put your mind to it, you’d been dating him long enough, but all the same…

“I dunno. Aren’t we just a bit young?”

“Ron and Hermione are the same age.”

“Yes, but,” your face burned, “I mean—they’ve been mad about each other for years.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “And we haven’t?”

“Yes! But—oh! It’s a little soon.”

“We’ve been dating for two years.”

“And we just got out of school!”

“An extra year that we didn’t really have to take. Besides, my parents married young, too.”

“They were in the middle of a war.”

“So were we.” Harry waved his wand, said the cleaning spell, and removed some of the mess. “[Name], do you not want to marry me?”

You took a deep breath and stared at him: handsome, courageous, loving Harry, who above all wanted peace for the rest of his days. How you fit into all of that, you weren’t sure. He seemed to be, though, for his return gaze was so steady that you had to look away.

“Of course I want to marry you,” you said softly. “I just never really considered it before.”

“Well, I have. A lot.” Stepping over the ruined blanket, he stood in front of you.

You lifted your chin to see his face above yours in the dark.

“You have?” you whispered.

“Yeah. But if you’d rather I ask some other time…”

A slightly nervous laugh slipped out of your mouth. “Oh, this is your actual proposal?”

“Um.” With that, he was back to his usual self. “Yes. Was there something wrong with it?”

Instead of answering, you pulled him in for a long, slow kiss. Your fingers threaded through his messy hair. Before he could really get into it, though, you pulled away with an enormous soppy grin on your face.

“It was perfect. Yes, I will marry you.”

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. You really had me worried.“

“Sorry. I was caught off-guard. I—”

A memo soared out of the dark. The bright orchid paper streaked right for Harry’s head, but could not touch him before he snatched it out of the air. You waited patiently for him to finish reading it, but had a pretty good idea of what it said. Sure enough, he looked up with a grimace a few seconds later.

“Benwick says I’ve got to come back. He’s sending Ron and I out on assignment.”

“An auror’s work is never done. Go on. I’ll clean up here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Cleaning spells aren’t really your forte,” you said with a pointed look at the tart still smeared on his forehead.

He picked up a napkin to wipe it away before he shot you a final smile. “All right. Goodnight, [Name]. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

He pecked you on the lips, then stepped toward the lifts. Meanwhile, you turned your attention to the disaster in front of you. You raised your wand a second time, just as you heard the lift clattering back down to meet him.

“Harry,” you called over your shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“You better come home to help me plan this wedding. I am not pulling a Hermione and doing it myself.”

He laughed. “As soon as I get back tonight, I’ll request some time off. I promise.”

“I’ll keep the lights on for you.”

Then Harry was gone and you found yourself alone again in the vast, empty Atrium. Wrapping up the cleaning didn’t take much time. You headed for the exit not long after your boyfriend—fiancé, you corrected yourself—left, but that time you didn’t move quite so quickly. For the first time, the Ministry of Magic did not seem so threatening. Neither did your flat seem so empty. In fact, you were quite eager to get home knowing that Harry, too, would be on his way there just as soon as he could. Maybe he couldn’t be home all the time, but even in his absence you felt there really was a happily ever after after all.

[sapphirelass]

Oh, darling... - Remus LupinxDaughter!Reader, Harry PotterxReader

Hiiiiiii😊

Hey, would you look at that! It’s only been a week since last time! So, this might be a bit confusing if you have read “Deal?” and “I’ll be by your side”, but hear me out: “Deal?” is still part 1, but since “I’ll be by your side” takes place after this one, that will now be part 3, and this part 2. Does that make sense? I hope so :) That means that this takes place between OotP and the Battle of Hogwarts, but I’m sure you’ll understand! :)

Deal? (Part 1) | Oh, darling... (Part 2) | I’ll be by your side (Part 3)

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Please note:

1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)

2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)

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You probably already know this, but still:

Y/N - Your name

Y/N/N - Your nickname

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Word count: ≈ 5,5k (Ohhh, you’re in for a long one!)

Warnings: Blood, Torture & Capture (Malfoy Manor scenes from DH, not very descriptive, but consider yourself warned!), Greyback (both being violent and... intrusive?), use of the more offensive word for ‘Muggle-born’, angst, Bellatrix

And in case you were wondering, yes I did look up lunar charts from 1998 when writing this XD

Enjoy! :)

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Oh, darling...

“He’s abroad! He’s still looking for the wand, I knew it!”

“Harry-”

“Come on, Hermione, why are you so determined not to admit it? Vol-”

“HARRY NO!”

“-demort’s after the Elder Wand!”

“The name’s Taboo!”, Ron bellowed, leaping to his feet as a loud crack sounded outside the tent. “I told you, Harry, we can’t say it anymore! We’ve got to p-”

“Shhh!?”

(Y/N/N) had appeared behind Ron and put her hand over his mouth.

“Ron, our chances are gonna be even slimmer if you keep howling!”

The redhead nodded to confirm that he had understood what his friend had whispered, and she removed her hand. For a few *wonderful moments* the four of them thought they had made it! They waited in complete silence - Harry standing protectively in front of the others with his wand in a firm grip.

“Come out of there with ye’ hands up!”, came a rasping voice through the darkness. “You’ve got half a dozen wands aimed at ya’ and we don’t care who we curse!”

Harry turned around slowly and noticed Hermione and (Y/N) coming to a silent agreement. He was just about to ask the others what they thought they should do when Hermione aimed her wand at his face. There was a bang, a burst of white light and Harry buckled in agony, unable to see, as heavy footfalls surrounded the gang.

(Y/N/N) let out a small whimper as someone grabbed a fistfull of her hair and pulled her out of the tent. Harry, Ron and Hermione were wrested outside as well, and all four of them were restrained to prevent their escape. (Y/N) and Hermione both got their wrists bound together, but they stood next to each other while the snatchers questioned the boys.

Harry suddenly let out a distressed shout, because Scabior had smirked evilly and made his way closer to (Y/N/N).

“Don’t touch her! Don’t you dare!”

“Fine”, he said. “I won’t”

He turned back towards the girls, raised his wand and a swift movement caused (Y/N)’s legs to give in. She fell to her knees, her hands still tied behind her back. Harry opened his mouth to say something, but Scabior got there first.

“Ey, like I promised, I didn’t touch ‘er.”

He took a few threatening steps towards the girls and stood towering over (Y/N) as she was forced to kneel by the snatcher’s feet.

“And your name, girly?”

(Y/N/N) swallowed nervously before answering.

“Katie Bell. Halfblood.”

Scabior smiled again and walked over to Hermione. He was just about to ask her the same question when another snatcher approached them from behind.

“That’s a lie”

“What?”, asked Scabior. “What ‘ru on about?”

“I might not remember every single one.”, said the voice. “But when people are bit as revenge, I tend not to forget their name… or smell”

Fenrir Greyback stepped into the moonlight looking absolutely wild. His dirty hair was full of leaves and small sticks, and he had dried blood on his hands.

Scabior grabbed (Y/N)’s hair again, pulled her to her feet and pushed her towards Greyback. Harry struggled ferociously against the snatcher holding him, but it was no use. This gang might not be the smartest, but they were big, and strong. The situation seemed oddly familiar to Harry, and he realized that it remembered him of the few times Dudley’s friends had caught him and held him back while Dudley himself put his boxing skills to ‘good use’. This was worse though, and he kept fighting to get out of the snatcher’s grip despite knowing that it was impossible.

“Don’t touch her! Back off!!”

Greyback didn’t seem to hear Harry’s protests and roughly seized the collar of (Y/N)’s torn, dirty shirt. She tried to push him away, but without the use of her hands that proved to be very difficult, and Grayback pulled her closer instead. He grabbed her by the throat, and, because the werewolf was so tall, her feet no longer touched the ground once he could look her in the eye.

“HA!”

Greyback laughed darkly and threw the girl to the ground.

“Lupin…”, he muttered. “Didn’t know that traitor had a pup. You think daddy would like you to join or… pack?”

He bent down to his knees and dragged a sharp claw along her neck, forcing her to lift her head.

Both Harry and Ron had, at this point however, had enough and were just about to shout again when Scabior spoke up.

“C’mon Greyback. We’re wastin’ time. ‘m sure the ministry will let ya keep ‘er if the others are valuable enough. You take the halfbreed and we’ll bind the rest to the other prisoners.”

Greyback grabbed hold of the rope securing (Y/N) hands behind her back, and Scabior turned towards Hermione again.

“And you, love? A name? And blood status if you’d be so kind.”

“Penelope Clearwater, halfblood.”

“Easy enough to check.”

Someone yanked Harry, Ron and Hermione up by the hair, dragged them a few feet, pushed them down into a sitting position, and started binding them back to back with some other people.

A few snatchers went into the tent, presumably looking for anything of value, and the others kept a close eye on the bound prisoners. The group seemed to be getting ready to leave, but suddenly Scabior approached, a copy of the Daily Prophet in his right hand.

“Ang on a minute, Greyback! Look at this, in the Prophet! ‘Ermione Granger, mudblood known to be travellin’’ with ‘Arry Potter.’”

Greyback lifted Hermione’s head using his boot and said, “You know what little girly? This picture looks a hell of a lot like you.”

“It’s not me!”, said Hermione, “I swear it’s n-”

“Well this changes things, doesn’t it?”, whispered Greyback. Harry could still barely see, but noticed (Y/N) trembling as Greyback tightened his grip around her wrist. She stumbled slightly when the werewolf took a few steps towards Harry and bent down to get a closer look at his face.

“Oi, Vernon, what’s that on ya’ forehead?”

“Don’t touch it!”

“I thought you wore glasses, Potter”

“I found glasses!”

Another snatcher came running from the tent and seconds later Harry’s glasses had been rammed back on to his face.

“It is!”, howled Greyback triumphantly. “We’ve caught Potter!”

“So? To the ministry?”

“To hell with the ministry. I say we take them directly to You-know-who. Let’s take the boy to the Malfoys’ place”

“‘ru completely sure? Cause-”

“Who’s in charge here?”, roared Greyback. “I say it’s Potter, that’s 200000 galleons, and with any luck I’ll get the girl thrown in.”

The prisoners were dragged to their feet.

“I’ll get Potter too”, said Greyback while grabbing a fistfull of Harry’s hair. He wasn’t overly excited about standing so close to the vicious werewolf, but felt somewhat relieved when he was held right by (Y/N)’s side and she carefully leant her head on his shoulder. The small action gave him a sense of comfort despite the danger and seriousness of the situation.

“1, 2, 3…”

They disapparated.

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“I know ‘e’s swollen, ma’am, but it’s ‘im.”, Scabior said. “If you look a bit closer, you’ll see his scar.”

“Bring them in.”

Harry and the rest were brutally shoved and kicked up broad stone steps into a hallway lined with portraits. Two figures rose from chairs in front of an ornate marble fireplace as the prisoners were forced into the room by the snatchers. Lucius Malfoy took a step forward.

“What’s this?”

“They say they have got Potter”, answered Narcissa coldly. “Draco, come here.”

Draco approached the prisoners apprehensively, but claimed not to be sure whether it, in fact, was Harry.

“How ‘bout them others, then?”, growled Greyback while pushing Ron, Hermione, (Y/N), Dean and Griphook forwards. “‘tis at least one mudblood, a Weasley and an Order member’s kid - recognize either?”

Draco still didn’t know, however Lucius Malfoy felt sure enough, and was just about to call ‘The Dark Lord’ when Bellatrix Lestrange entered the room and walked up to the captives. She began arguing with Lucius, but stopped abruptly when noticing the sword of Gryffindor being held by one of the snatchers.

Bellatrix went to attack, but changed her mind once Greyback told her that they had found the sword in Harry, Ron, Hermione and (Y/N)’s tent. Narcissa, who seemed increasingly worried as her sister attacked various people in the room, turned to the group of ‘kids’ again.

“Take these prisoners down to the cellar, Greyback”

“Wait!”, screeched Bellatrix. “All except… except the girls.”

“NO!”, exclaimed Harry just as Ron, struggling violently against the ropes that bound him, let out a loud roar.

“NO! You can have me! Keep me!!”

Bellatrix simply cackled evilly and said, “If one of them dies under questioning, I’ll take you next. Mudbloods, offsprings of Halfbreeds and blood traitors - they’re all the same to me. Greyback, take them downstairs and make sure they’re secure. But don’t do anything else. Yet...”

She grabbed both (Y/N) and Hermione by the hair and dragged them into the middle of the room. She let go and they both fell face first into the hard, dark floor with a crack. With a swift wave of her wand, thick ropes wrapped themselves around the girls’ ankles, effectively preventing them from escaping, and she then turned towards Greyback.

“Hurry up! Get them down quickly and you can have the Halfbreed. ‘m sure her screams will be enough to keep you entertained for a while?”

Greyback forced the rest of them into a dark passageway, his wand held out in front of him, projecting an invisible and irresistible force.

“Reckon she’ll let me have a bit of the girls when she’s finished with ‘em?”, Greyback crooned as he forced them along the corridor. “I’d say at least a bite or two each, wouldn’t you, boys? I think I’ll save the Lupin girl for Saturday, huh? I bet the full moon will make her taste even better, don’t you think??”

Both Harry and Ron were shaking in anger, but the invisible force kept them all in place. They were forced down a steep flight of stairs, still tied back-to-back and in danger of slipping and breaking their necks at any moment. At the bottom of the stairs was a heavy door, and Greyback opened it, pushed them all inside and slammed the door shut, but just as they hit the ground, a loud, panicked, heart wrenching scream was heard from directly above them.

“HERMIONE!? (Y/N/N)!?”

~~~~~

“I’m going to ask you again! Where did you take this sword? WHERE?!”

“We found it! - We found it! - PLEASE!!”

“You’re lying, you filthy mudblood, and I know it. You have been inside my vault at Gringotts! Tell the truth! TELL THE TRUTH!!”

“It was my fault!”, cried (Y/N) desperately, hoping that Bellatrix wouldn’t be as harsh on her since she was a half blood. Deep down, she knew that this was highly improbable, but she couldn’t stand watching Hermione writhing in pain. “I found it, Hermione had nothing to do with it! Leave her alone!”

Bellatrix dropped Hermione, and (Y/N) was pulled off the ground for the umpteenth time that day.

“Don’t you worry. You’ll get your fair share too - Ah!”

In just that moment, Greyback walked the last few steps of the stairs and entered the big room.

“Right on time, Grayback! Do what you want with this one.”

She threw (Y/N) into Greyback’s arms and turned back to Hermione.

“See if you can get anything of value out of her first, though. If her father is part of the Order as you say, then surely enough… persuasion… should give us something.”

Greyback dragged (Y/N) by the hair so that they were a few feet away from Bellatrix, and bent over the girl standing on all four. His wild face was merely inches from hers, and she flinched involuntarily feeling his warm breath on her neck. The werewolf stroked his hairy hand across her cheek, and (Y/N) closed her eyes, desperately trying to imagine being somewhere else. She was, however, fully aware of the fact that this was only the beginning. Greyback was famous for his savagery and brutal methods, and her father had once told her the story of their first encounter. Remus had told her how her grandfather, Lyall, had insulted the werewolf, who would later take his revenge by biting Lyall’s son.

Suddenly, a burning sensation spread from her neck down to her waist - causing her to let out a pained scream. She had been so lost in thought that she failed to notice Greyback raising his hand, with nails like claws, and slashing it across her body. Her thin shirt went from light green to red in a matter of seconds and she scrambled to get away from him - ultimately failing when he caught some of her hair between his hand and the floor.

“You know”, growled Greyback. “I told Potter and the blood traitor I’d save my sample of yourself for Saturday but… why choose?”

He grabbed her hands and held them far away from the rest of her body, giving her little to no chance of protecting herself, bent closer and sank his sharp teeth deep into her shoulder.

(Y/N) let out yet another bloodcurdling scream and thrashed violently, which only caused Greyback to scratch his claws across her face before swiftly standing and landing a rough kick to her stomach.

She coughed slightly and tried to get up, but it was then Greyback finally seemed to remember the fact that he owned a wand.

“What do ya’ think you’re doin’? Stay on the floor, where ya’ belong! CRUCIO!”

(Y/N) began writhing in pain, just like Hermione had earlier, but the sheer strength of the curse combined with previous pain, blood loss and the mental trauma of having been bitten by a werewolf - though not transformed at the time - was enough to make her stop fighting. She didn’t fully pass out, but lay limp at the floor.

Bellatrix had bound Hermione to a pillar near the fireplace and was instead questioning a goblin about the Sword of Gryffindor.

“No”, said Griphook. “It is a fake”

“Are you sure? Quite sure?”

“Yes”

“Good”, she said, and with a casual flick of her wand she slashed another deep cut on the goblin’s face. “And now - we call the Dark Lord. I’m sure we can dispose of these two”. She used her foot to turn (Y/N) over and studied her broken being with a sly smile. “Keep ‘em if you want, Greyback!”

“NOOOOOOOO!”

Ron and Harry dashed into the room, Ron disarming Bellatrix and Harry catching her wand while simultaneously stunning Lucius Malfoy.

“STOP OR THEY DIE!!”

Harry and Ron both looked at Bellatrix who held a struggling Hermione in one hand, and used the other to press a silver dagger to her neck - all while resting a high heeled boot millimetres above the throat of (Y/N)’s now unconscious form.

“Drop the wands, or I won’t hesitate to let them both die covered in their own filthy blood. I said DROP THEM!!!!”

The boys threw the wands to the floor and Draco, after being told to, picked them up. Harry could feel Voldemort approaching, and the situation felt quite hopeless… None of them had a wand, he and Ron stood with their hands by their shoulders and wands pointing in their direction, and Bellatrix - who had already taken Sirius from him - had both the girls in her grasp.

“Now, I think we ought to tie these little heroes up again.”, said Bellatrix softly. “While Greyback takes care of Miss Halfbreed. I suppose you could have the mudblood too, if you fancy it. I’m sure the Dark Lord won’t begrudge you that after all you have done tonight.”

Her speech was interrupted by a peculiar grinding noise from above. All of them looked up and noticed Dobby on the chandelier. Bellatrix dropped Hermione and jumped out of the way - the chandelier falling on top of Hermione, (Y/N) and Griphook. Harry took the chance and pulled their wands out of Draco’s hand and then joined Ron in trying to get the girls to safety. He pointed all the wands at Greyback at the same time and shouted “STUPIFY!”, before picking (Y/N/N) up into his arms. They all stood surrounding Dobby who apparated them all out of there.

~~~~~

A soft knock caused (Y/N) to immediately look towards the door, but she breathed a sigh of relief once realizing that it was safe. She had been rather jumpy since their capture, and she hated feeling so… weak? Fragile? Hopeless?

“Hey, you doing alright?”

“Hi, Bill. Yes, I’m good. How’s Hermione?”

Bill smiled. “She’ll be fine. I’m sure it must have been horrifying for her, but trust me, we’ve seen worse. With both Fleur and Ron by her side I can’t find a reason to be worried. Honestly, I’m much more concerned about you.”

“Bill, I’m f-”

“No, see, I don’t think you are. Purely based on what the others have told me, you’ve gone through both physical and mental torture beyond what even the least decent person should consider ‘acceptable’. Your silence, constant twitching and rapid breathing further supports that theory. We just want to help.”

“Look, I appreciate that, I really do bu-”

“Do you want me to send word to your dad?”

“I- Wha- No! No, I’ll manage. A day or two to rest and a chance to process all that happened should get me back on my feet. I don’t want to worry him… Please, Bill, do-”

“Okay, I won’t write”, said Bill hesitantly. “But then you must promise to let us help. And if Remus contacts us asking whether we know anything about the four of you - I won’t lie. He’s done that roughly twice a week since November, though weirdly enough not the last couple of days, and there’s a bond of trust there, (Y/N/N). I trust you can understand that?”

“Of course”, she said, managing a weak smile. “But surely you, if anyone, would understand that you have to move on. I mean, you were attacked in essentially the same way last year and you sti-”

But Bill just shook his head.

“No, (Y/N/N), they’re not ‘essentially the same’. Not at all. When Greyback-”, (Y/N) flinched at the name and Bill put a hand on her shoulder. “When he attacked me, it was quick. Sure, it hurt like hell, but it was over in less than a minute. And I know you won’t like me saying this, but I suspect that was the case even for your dad. What he’s had to endure since that night is a whole nother story, but the actual moment? For the two of us, he was out to kill, and thankfully interrupted before he got the chance, but in your case I wouldn’t call it an ‘attack’ but rather… An intrusion, or violation if you will. (Y/N/N), what you went through, I can’t even imagine.”

Bill could tell the young girl didn’t know what to say, so he simply pulled her in for a gentle hug.

“Do you want me to ask Harry to come up?”

“What are they doing? I don’t wanna interru-”

“Just having dinner. We’d have brought you downstairs too, but you were still unconscious or sleeping half an hour ago. Fleur didn’t feel the need to drag you out of bed then.” He paused and examined her for a moment before standing.

“I’ll get him, give me a minute.”

~~~~~

“Harry, what if Dumbledore wanted us to work out the symbol in time to get the wand? What i-”

“Ron, I-”

Their conversation was interrupted when Bill entered the kitchen.

“Harry? She’s up.”

Harry turned to his best friend’s brother, a look of utter confusion on his face.

“I.. Wha- How is she? Can I-”

“Go. She’s trying to be strong, of course, yet there’s something more there. Her bravery is admirable, but I don’t think it’s very healthy to keep it all bottled up. If anyone could get her to let it out it’d be you. Go.”

~~~~~

Harry carefully pushed the door open, and his eyes immediately found hers. They had been friends for so many years now, that reading each other’s thoughts was considered ‘normal’. Harry was instantaneously relieved when she didn’t jump, flinch or move away from the door. He walked over to the bed and was pulled into a loving hug before even sitting down. That was not what he had expected…! Sure, he had hoped that she wouldn’t be completely broken, but considering everything he - they - had been through, he hadn’t dared to imagine any best case scenario only to be completely crushed by the truth.

“(Y/N/N)? How a-”

But that was all it took - for him to say her name. She wasn’t sobbing, just crying silently - tears falling freely from her eyes.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Harry. Crying’s not going to help anyone I just-”

“(Y/N/N), don’t apologize, please. Just let it out, you’re safe. I’m here and I’m not leaving you again, okay? You’re safe now. You’re sa-”

There was a loud ‘BANG’ on the front door. Harry grabbed his wand and took a few careful steps down the stairs, constantly making sure that (Y/N/N) was right behind him. He grabbed her hand tightly and watched as Bill, with his wand pointing towards the door, made his way from the kitchen to the hallway.

“Who is it?”

“It is I, Remus John Lupin. I’m a werewolf, married to Nymphadora Tonks, and you, the Secret Keeper of Shell Cottage, told me the address, and bade me come in an emergency.”

“Lupin!”

Bill ran to the door and wretched it open. (Y/N/N) looked over Harry���s shoulder and saw her dad stumble over the threshold before standing up straight and exclaiming “It’s a boy! We’ve named him Ted after Dora’s father.”

“Wow, that’s amazing!”, sad Bill sounding uncharacteristically nervous as he met Fleur’s gaze. Tonks having her baby would explain Remus’ lack of messages for the past few days, and Bill was starting to regret not letting him know about his daughter’s condition as soon as she had arrived.

Remus seemed to calm down slightly as well, and suddenly noticed Ron, Hermione, Dean and Luna at the dining table

“Wha-”, he began, but Bill just nodded towards the living room.

“Remus, look, I think you better sit down and I-”

But the older man didn’t seem to agree with whatever Bill was going to suggest.

“What happened?! When?! And whe-”

He didn’t get to say much more before two arms wrapped around him from behind. He knew, given the current state of the Wizarding World, that he should grab his wand and push them away, but he already suspected who it was. His theory was confirmed by a hoarse whisper:

“Dad.”

It was such a short word, but her voice broke nonetheless. He began turning around, desperate to get a good look at his daughter after over eight months apart, but she struggled against him.

“(Y/N/N), let me look at you?! Stop- NO, stop it I-”

He might just have travelled through a storm, but was still the stronger of the two. Physical strength would, however, prove to be essentially worthless, and the Marauder fell to his knees as soon as he laid eyes on his only daughter. He forced himself to look at her, but it must have been one of the most challenging things the man had ever had to do.

She was covered in deep wounds & scratches from head to toe. Her wrists were bloody and bruised and at least a few, red bite marks stood out against her otherwise pale skin. Her eyes were red, and her face was still covered in wet tears. She was trying her best to stand up straight, but no one knew (Y/N/N) like her father did - not even Harry - and Remus immediately sensed that something was wrong. She was crouching down ever so slightly - almost as if she had been curled up or forced into a fetal position for way too long.

“Oh, darling…”

Those two words were the only ones he managed while his mind desperately worked on processing the sight in front of him. He had come with the intention of sharing some joyful news, but this - what had happened instead - was way beyond his worst nightmares. His boggart had been the full moon for as long as he could remember, but he was quite sure the silvery orb would not glide out from the cupboard the next time he had to face one.

“(Y/N/N)?”, mumbled Harry. “Do you want some help upstairs? I feel like you two could use some privacy..?”

She nodded, and Harry, who had now also noticed her unusual posture, placed her right arm over his shoulders and helped her back up. Her father - naturally - followed closely behind.

~~~~~

(Y/N/N) sat back on the bed from before, her gaze focused on a particularly interesting spot on the floor. Her father sat down next to her and gently placed an arm around her small body, expertly avoiding the many red or brownish lines. She wanted to look back at him. To put her arm around him and return the hug, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Sure, he did promise her not to blame himself for whatever fights she chose, but this was different. She hadn’t chosen this one, and her wounds were far worse than anything Umbridge had ever accomplished. Just the thought of having to tell him who was responsible and what he had said frightened her. Not that she was scared of her dad, but she knew he would claim that everything was his fault. She couldn’t lie, though. Not this time. He deserved to know exactly what happened.

“(Y/N/N)? Darling? Are you okay? What happened?”

His voice was now extremely gentle, which was comforting for (Y/N) too. She took a deep breath and turned to face him. She spoke barely above a whisper, her neck still bruised and sore from the countless times she had been grabbed and held by it.

“Yes. Yes, I’m good. Or fine at least.”

“I assume you understand that I want to hear the full story, but I must ask - when?”

He reached towards her shoulder and gently brought his hand over the bite marks.

“‘round Easter, I don’t know exactly… seventh? eight? ninth? Not the eleventh though, I’m sure of that.”

His facial expression went from terrified to slightly calmer as he rubbed his temple.

“Okay, that’s… that’s good. Given the circumstances, I mean. And you’re absolutely positive? Because sometimes traumatic events can make you forge-”

“Dad, I’m sure! If there’s one part of me that’s in prime condition it’s my memory...I- I remember every second.”

She shuddered at the thought of if all, and quickly added, “He wasn’t transformed…”

Remus looked at her sadly, the truth, or at least parts of it, now clear to him.

“Not Gre-”

“DoN’t! Please...”

She put her head on his torso when he pulled her closer.

“Please, I can’t-”

“Breathe, Darling. You’re safe. I’m sorry I… Blimey I should have guessed. Took me months and I was barely five… C’mere.”

They sat like that for a while, Remus resting his head on his daughter’s while humming quietly. He eventually decided he couldn’t take it anymore and cleared his throat to catch her attention.

“(Y/N/N)? You have to tell me what happened. Have you gotten these wounds treated? They don’t look very good…”

“Trust me, they were much worse back then. I think Fleur did her best to heal them. She’s really goo-”

He looked away and took a deep breath. “You’re avoiding the question, (Y/N/N)…”

“Dad, I do-”

“YOU PROMISED!”

He slammed his hands down on the bed as his voice grew angrier.

“(Y/N), you promised me you’d never hide any kind of pain from me ever again?! I-”

He suddenly noticed his daughter desperately cowering away and lowered his voice.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, but I trusted that promise! And don’t even try to tell me how ‘you’re fine’ or ‘it’s not really even hurting anymore’. (Y/N/N), I have known you your whole life, let me help. You must te-”

“I know. I will. I know you deserve that, just… I don’t know where to start? A lot has happened… And I also need you to know that I didn’t break my promise. Bill and Harry told me I’ve been drifting in and out of consciousness for days. I only properly woke up an hour or so before you came and haven’t had time to send a message.”

He looked at her, and she moved closer again.

“Sor-”

“It’s good, dad. We’re good, don’t worry about it.”

Then she told him. The entire story - starting with breaking into the Ministry and then everything about Godric’s Hollow, The Lovegoods’ house - but came to an abrupt stop after that. She took a moment to collect her thoughts, but then shared the events of the past two weeks as well. She told her father all about Harry accidentally using You-Know-Who’s name, the group of snatchers surrounding them and their decision not to try to fight their way out.

“We were outnumbered, and had to hide the fact that they had just caught Harry. Hermione used a stinging jinx which, naturally, worked perfectly - they didn’t recognize him at first. They tied us all up and started asking questions about names, blood status and so on. None of us gave them our real names of course, and it worked well until… until he… until he stepped out of the shadows and told the others that the name I had given them was false. It took him a minute or two, but he claimed to… ‘recognize my smell’ - your smell, I suppose.”

“(Y/N/N), it’s m-”

“No! You can’t blame yourself. That was your part of the deal, remember?”

“Well, this time it seem like it actually was-”

“not your fault, exactly. The snatchers found some photographs in the Prophet, Harry’s glasses and a bunch of other stuff and kind of made the connection themselves.”

She explained how they were taken to Malfoy Manor. How Bellatrix had ordered everyone apart from the two girls down to the dungeons. How she had bound them even tighter before taking care of Hermione, and later Griphook, herself and leaving (Y/N) defenceless to deal with Greyback.

“Do you know what the worst part is? I barely even tried to defend myself. Merlin, I just felt so... weak!?! So worthless. He just stood there - right by my face - breathing and”, she shuddered again, “‘petting’. Then he hacked, and slashed, and bit, and kicked and pushed. Eventually realized he was in possession of a wand and… It was unbearable, I-I-I can’t even... ”

“Shhh, breathe, Darling, breathe! Easy there…”

He pulled her, if possible, even closer until she sat in her father’s lap. (Y/N) used to fall asleep in his lap when she was a little girl - the warmth and comfort calming her down - but it had been years since… She was, after all, a young adult now.

“Listen, and I need you to understand this because it is very important - you are not weak! Far from it! In a situation like what you have just described, if you are wandless and unable to practically defend yourself, coming with sly remarks and trying to argue with the one in possession of the wand would not only be dangerous, but also rather careless. If there was anything I could do to change what happened, then believe me, I would, but don’t for a second beat yourself up over your decisions.”

Remus looked at (Y/N/N), but chuckled slightly when he noticed his daughter slowly drifting off to sleep. He decided to shake her slightly and wake her before it was too late.

“(Y/N/N)? Don’t you think it’s better if we go home? You can go to sleep there instead?”

“What?”, she mumbled. “But, dad, we’re not done yet? Harry, Ron and Hermione-”

“-Will just have to do without you for a while. Listen to reason, darling. You are injured, shaken and can barely stand up straight - which is perfectly understandable! I’m just saying, the best thing you can do is probably to rest and let them go on for now. Who knows, maybe you will be able to go back after healing?”

Remus made a mental note to keep his daughter close to him from now on, and NOT to let her throw herself back into the war, but felt like this was the best way to convince her right away. He had missed her every minute since they had parted ways back in August, and dreamt of the day they’d reunite, but never had he imagined he’d find her in such a state. He swore to himself that he would always try to keep her safe.

His daughter

His darling

His (Y/N/N)

Never again…

~ L

Part 3 I’ll be by your side

Masterlist

[wreckofawriter]

Jelly Slugs

Pairing: Harry Potter x reader

Word Count: 2,278

Warnings: Swearing, a little angsty, still plenty of fluff

Song to Set the Vibe: broken ~ lovelytheband

Request: @mcluuvin666 hi could i request a harry potterxreader in which the reader & harry always seem to find each other in the hospital wing at the end of each year because of harry’s adventures & somehow she always ends up hurt in a funny/ironic way even though it wasn’t her intention to get caught in their messes if that makes sense? either way harry & the reader get really close throughout years of ending up in the hospital wing w the reader being frustrated w the trio bc they’re the “reason” why she’s hurt and she’s just kinda like “you lot are going to be the death of me” but harry and reader end up going out anyway. lots of fluff and maybe angst if you can? thank you so much!!

A/n: Once agian so sorry this took so long! It may not be completely edited, excuse typos, I wrote litteratly all of it tonight. I'm trying to burn through my requets, if u sent one I got it I'm just waiting to get to it

    At eleven years old you had already had far too many near-death experiences, for you that meant one. You hadn’t meant to do anything at all, well except grab some snacks from the kitchen after hours, but it wasn’t anything you hadn’t done before. On your way back your ears had picked up a sweet symphony and you had grown curious. 

Turning a few unfamiliar corners you found the room, its heavy door ajar. You pushed it all the way open, a pastry still stuffed in your mouth preventing you from screaming. A large three-headed beast lay in front of you snoring loudly. Before you could turn and run your eyes found a small wooden trap door at its feet. The phrase your mother often scolded you with echoed in your head, Curiosity killed the cat. You about turned on your heel but then the ending of the saying learned from an equally mischievous classmate came to you, But satisfaction brought it back. 

You dropped the food in your hands and walked hesitantly towards the large dog. You then quietly opened the door, cringing as its hinges squeaked and peered inside being met with complete darkness. You were going to close the door retrieve your treats then head back to your dorm but as you turned you met a pair of brilliantly green eyes and you let out a yelp before stumbling backward and plunging into the hole with a scream. You were soon followed by three of your classmates almost as confused as you were. 

You ended up getting your arm broken by a giant chess piece on your way to retrieve something you didn’t fully understand and what you believed to be a curse began. 

You sat up in a cold sweat the image of a white stone queen drawing her sword waking you with a start. You rubbed your eyes only to find your left arm in a sling and aching a bit.

“Oh, good you’re awake.”

You turned to your right to see a little boy in round glasses smiling at you. “What happened last night?” you asked eyes wide.

“It’s a long story, but I suppose we have time.” He shrugged, “Jelly slug?” he offered holding out a colorfully wrapped package. 

“Yes please.”

Second year began as normal as it should have but it was soon strange and dangerous, pearlized classmates and strict rules making the school feel less and less like a home. Of course, your luck being about as bad as it got, you where the last victim of the basilisk. 

You had been polishing trophies to serve detention which you got for supposedly bad-mouthing Snape although it wasn’t your fault Draco was a filthy snitch. You then saw a large pair of yellow eyes in the shining metal and everything went dark.

You woke up four days later body aching eyes feeling extremely dry as you blinked vigorously. You had a strange sense of deja vu as the hospital wing soon came into view. Head once again thumping as you tried to recall your memories. 

“Oh right, you're here.”

You turned your head to the right to see a wide smile, green eyes hidden behind round glasses as cuts riddled the boy’s face. 

“Merlin Harry, what happened to you?” You gasped taking in his battered form. 

He shrugged, “I fought Voldemort.”

You cringed at the name but said nothing of it to him, “Again?” 

He laughed, “Yeah, this time it hurt more though.” 

“I’m glad you’re okay.” You grinned at him.

His cheeks reddened a bit, “Yeah, I’m glad you’re okay too.” 

You fell into an uncomfortable silence before Harry reached to his bedside table and offered you a tissue-wrapped box, “Jelly Slug?” 

You nodded taking it from him

Third-year had been downright dreadful for you. You were finally a teenager which basically meant everything that had been easy and quick now seemed to take hours and far too much thought. Every little thing you did you were sure would be scrutinized, it didn’t help when a close friend of yours spread a nasty rumor about you and you found yourself skipping classes and opting to stay in bed. A serial killer being on the loose certainly didn’t help. 

The only sort of decent thing that happened was your friendship with Harry, after two times of healing in the hospital wing together you decided to be at least acquaintances. You held study sessions with the boy and occasionally his two best friends although all they did was bicker.  

You also happened to be outside reading when a rat lept on you and dove down your shirt leading to you being dragged into a tree by a dog who turned out to be a serial killer who turned out to be Harry’s godfather. But to be honest you didn’t really care.

You were absolutely livid, your leg was torn apart and for the third time in a row you had somehow been shoved into an adventure you most certainly didn’t want to take part in and you were bleeding heavily because of it. 

Oh yes, how could you forget? You were also almost killed by your professor, who had turned into a werewolf just in time to almost kill you again. 

When you woke up in the hospital wing with the golden trio surrounding you, you weren’t so pleasant.

A string of foul curse words, pointing fingers and yelling was shot at the three teens who apologized profusely insisting they did not mean to get you caught up in their business. 

You eventually calmed down and found out it wasn’t all that bad considering you got to see the suddenly very attractive dark-haired boy who made a point to spend all of his free time in the hospital wing with you as your leg healed. You shared a large amount of jelly slugs as you read muggle books and did your best to stay on top of studies.

Fourth year was much better than the last. You and Harry spent more and more time together and you felt a large crush on the boy who lived growing. Hermione knew about it instantly and Ron seemed adamant to tease both of you just for the joy of watching your faces flush. But good things never lasted.

You had a heart attack when Harry’s name came out of the goblet and found yourself taking his side in a sudden war between him and Ron. The bitch of a journalist Rita Skita also plastered you and Harry’s face all over the daily prophet when she caught you hugging him before his first task. You went with Harry to the ball although to both of your disappointment only as friends. And you ended up comforting Hermione in the hallway anyway. 

You also were almost drowned by your sorry excuse for teachers in the second task. Never one to back down from a fight you yelled directly at Dumbledor and Karkaroff saying how if your name wasn’t pulled out of that idiotic goblet than you shouldn’t have to almost die for the even more idiotic tournament. Of course, you did this with a very colorful vocabulary that landed you three weeks of detention. 

When Harry pulled Cedric from the maze you had cheered clapping along with the band until suddenly you heard the boy wail like a wounded animal. You raced down to meet him and helped pull him off of the elder boy’s body.

He was shaking the entire time and when you finally managed to drag him away he buried his head into your neck and sobbed. 

Harry was then dragged away by Mad-Eye and you were quick to follow, bursting in on the two just as Moody no longer became Moody. 

“Harry!” You yelled diving at the quickly transforming man who was holding him at wand point. 

Your body suddenly erupted in such harsh pain you thought you might throw up. 

“Y/n!” Harry’s yells fell on deaf ears as the unforgivable curse took all of your attention. 

By the time Harry was able to disarm the man, you had passed out from the pain. 

You woke up in the hospital wing three days later a disheveled Harry seated in a chair next to you his arms folded on your bed his head resting on them. 

When you tapped his shoulder lightly he jolted awake immediately engulfing you in his embrace sobbing out apologies as you pushed yourself closer into his chest. 

“I’m so so sorry y/n, I never meant for you to be caught up in any of this.” He choked out pulling away from you and cupping your face in his hands. 

“It’s okay Harry, I’m okay.” You spoke smiling weakly feeling extremely exhausted. 

“But he used an unforgivable cu-” 

“I don’t care, I’m just happy you’re okay.” You interrupted leaning into the soft circles his thumb was drawing on your cheek.

Harry’s eyes filled with an unidentifiable emotion and suddenly his lips were on your own. 

The second they connected he backed away blushing so heavily you were sure he was hot to the touch.

“I’m so sorry y/n, I don’t know what I was thinking and I-”

You only shook your head and wrapped your hands around his neck bringing his lips back to yours. His hands ended up on either side of you as you leaned back down on the bed bringing him with you. He hovered over you, your tongue slipping into his mouth as you played with the ends of his hair. He tasted overly sugary with a hint of fruit, just like a jelly slug.

You were interrupted by a cough followed by a low chuckle and Harry immediately pulled away from you and you turned to see not only your headmaster but Professor McGonagal and Madame Pomfrey all staring at you. 

Your eyes went wide and you felt so hot you thought you might catch the sheets on fire. You stole a glance at Harry who had paled dramatically, looking sick. 

“I’m glad you’re feeling better y/n.” Dumbledore chortled. 

You hissed in at the pain that shot through your ankle. Your head had also begun to pound causing you to squeeze your eyes shut and attempt to relieve the pressure by pressing onto your temples. Fuck Umbridge. You hopped that bitch was dead, as your eyes began to adjust to the sudden brightness of your surroundings you saw an all to a familiar sight. The hospital wing had become your home away from home and now in fifth year you, it made sense you ended up there once again. 

When your psychotic headmaster dragged you, your boyfriend and your two best friends out to the forbidden forest as she was attacked by a giant she managed to hit you with some sort of spell which effectively left you in your current state. Harry who was seated beside you wrapped his arms around your waist and placed a kiss on your neck.

“You okay?” He asked he seemed stressed, then again when wasn’t he?

“I’m fine.” You lied with a smile pushing his glasses back up his nose. 

“I think you should stay here y/n/n, I can’t have you getting hurt.”  He frowned. You then took notice of the group of teenagers was behind him. They were clearly about to leave. 

“I think history has proven that kind of unavoidable at this point.” You sighed standing up and drinking whatever was on your nightstand, it turned out to be a pain medicine that tasted the equivalent of dragon piss. 

“Y/n...” Harry spoke hesitantly.

You turned to look at your boyfriend, your face set in stone. “If you don’t take me with you I will find another way to that building.” 

Harry sighed biting down on his lip, “Fine. Alright, guys, let’s go.”

Your lips twitched into a smile just as you were about to leave the room you noticed a small half-empty bag on the table next to your bed, you stuffed it into your pocket and ran after the group you had fallen behind. 

You sat silently eyelids feeling so heavy you thought they might close at any moment. Your entire body ached, your headache coming back stronger than ever, but you didn't let onto your pain. 

Harry had his head buried into your stomach as you combed through his messy hair, his sobs were the only sound in the massive black room. Sand was scattered around you as you clung to your boyfriend your back up against a black glass wall as you stared blankly ahead of you. Dumbledore stood a few feet away, seeming almost as lost as you were. Part of you hated him for putting Harry through everything he had just been through, but you knew it wasn’t his fault. 

Harry adjusted himself so his head was buried into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist. The movement caused something in your pocket to crinkle, catching your attention. 

You reached into your robe and removed a half-empty bag of candy. You smiled in spite of yourself. 

You tapped Harry on the shoulder whispering his name. He looked up at you his eyes rimmed in red, his face blotchy, the sight made your heart throb.

“Jelly Slug?” You asked your voice cracking.

The boy let out a mix between a laugh and a sob before lightly placing his lips onto your own. He tastes salty and bitter, like tears and blood. You found yourself wishing you were elven again when everything was simple, wishing that Harry still tasted like jelly slugs. 

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You made the bet in the beginning of the first year.

‘‘Hey Hermione,’‘ you said, walking faster to be able to walk next to her. ‘‘How long do you think it will take Harry to figure out there is a spell to fix his eyesight?’‘

Hermione gniffled, looking at you from the corner of her eyes.

‘‘Knowing Harry?’‘ She said. ‘‘Probably a year or two, given or taken.’‘

‘‘Really?’‘ You asked, smirking. ‘‘You are that positive?’‘

She shrugged. ‘‘What do you think then?’‘

‘‘Kwoing Harry? Probably not even at the end of the seventh year,’‘ you snickered.

Hermione laughed. ‘‘Challenge accepted.’‘

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The war was over. It was done. Voldemort had been defeated, just as the remaining Death Eaters. The battle was won. And Harry still hadn’t figured out he could simply fix his eyesight with a spell.

You were surprised when you felt a slender hand on your shoulder. Turning around, your eyes met those of Hermione, who signed to Harry with a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. ‘‘I guess this means you win,’‘ she said. You smirked when you remembered you bet of all those years ago. Looking at Harry, who was standing a few metres away from you, you sighted.

‘‘Should we tell him?’‘

‘‘We could... or we could just make another bet to see how many years it will take him from now.

You laughed, casuing Harry to shot a strange look at you two, only causing you to laugh harder.

‘‘You’re on, Granger,’‘ you said. ‘‘I think he wil know when his hair has turned gray already.’‘

Hermione sniggered. ‘‘That sounds surprisingly realistic.’‘

From a few metres away, Harry shook his head, not even wanting to know why you two where laughing so hard. If he only knew...

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[depressoesssspresso]

James Potter X Reader

Literally don’t know how to use this app🫶 not revised so oops

You were sitting in the Great Hall trying to get some homework done when James, Sirius, and Remus walked. Sirius was in the middle of telling some story about him and some girl he’s been messing around with when you looked up and greeted them with a smile. The three reciprocated the smile and James gave you a hug as he sat beside you.

“What are you working on?” Remus asked as he motioned to your work. You sigh and drop your shoulders as they’ve been tense from being hunched over for hours.

“Nothing really. Just studying for the potions exam,” You say and you leaned your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder. Your head has been hurting for about a half an hour but you chose to ignore it. James leans his head on yours while rubbing your biceps in a comforting way. You rubbed your eyes and messaged your temples trying to relieve the tension.

“Are you alright?” James asks worriedly as he looks down at you. You sigh again melting more into his chest.

“Yeah, just tired” You answer with your eyes closed knowing what question he’s gonna ask next.

“Did you drink some water?” He questions.

“Did you drink some water?” You mouth along with him, smiling still with your eyes closed. Remus and Sirius laugh as James scoffs. You sit up and turn your him. He has a playful frown on his face and you lean in to kiss his cheek.

“That’s a little rude,” He says causing you to smile even wider. You can tell he’s fighting back a smile. Sirius lets out a playful groan.

“Here we go,” He mumbles to Remus who’s watching the couple in amusement.

“Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery my love,” You argue while pinching his cheeks causing his glasses to slightly slide down the bridge of his nose. He scoffs again and turns to his friends. He sides eyes you and releases the smile he’s been holding back.

“Anyways, Sirius don’t forget we have practice today for our game on Friday,” James says as Sirius rolls his eyes.

“How could I forget? You reminded me twice when we were walking here,” Sirius says as Remus laughs.

“Is today National Bully James Day?” James asks while dramatically looking around. You lean across the table towards Sirius as if you were about to tell him a secret.

“It’s okay Siri. James’ memory isn’t what it used to be. Sometimes he asks me where he misplaced his wand while it’s in his hand,” You jokingly whisper as you shot a quick teasing look at him.

“That happened one time. And it’s because I was in a rush to make it to practice, Y/N. If I remember correctly—which a matter of fact I do— I was to busy comforting a certain someone that I would still love them if they were a worm,” James protest as Remus and Sirius howl with laughter at the confession. You stick your tongue out at him which he does the same.

“I think the better question, Y/N, is would he love you if you never existed,” Remus pipes in, loving the opportunity to subtly piss his friend off. Sirius hums in agreement. You turn to James and raise an eyebrow.

“Well, are you not going to answer Jamie?” You teasingly asked with your arms crossed. James sighs and rubs his eyes.

“Bloody hell, not this shit again,” He says causing you to squint your eyes at him. “ First I gotta love her when she’s a caterpillar—“

“Worm,” Sirius corrects loving the look of frustration on his best mates face.

“—Whatever the hell. Now I got to love her when she doesn’t exist?” James asks incredulously. You gasp at his answer.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean, Potter?” You interrogate the raven haired boy. You knew at this point that you weren’t getting on his nerves. You knew that you were tap dancing on the poor boys nerves. But it was in good and fun. Always in good and fun. He takes a deep breath and shoots you the most sarcastic but loving smile. He holds up on palm in front of his face as if he’s reading something causing you to burst out laughing.

“I, James Potter, would love Y/N L/N in any shape or form, including non existing form,” He says in a monotony tone, “ My life would lack all meaning without her.”

“She is the blessing of my existence,” you whisper encouragingly.

“She the bane of my existence,” he teases in the same tone as he continues to “read” off his hand.

“I love her a lot,” Remus chimes in for James to say.

“She the love of my life,” James adds.

“I cried myself to sleep after she told me that she’s spending Christmas morning with her folks and will be coming over in the evening rather than spending the whole day with me,” Sirius teases as James gasped as if he betrayed him. Your eyes bulge as everyone except James laughed.

“Hey! That did not happen,” James protests and he playfully glares at Sirius. Sirius shoot him back a look.

“Uh yes it did. Did you forget we spent the holidays together? You told me—“ Sirius begins as James cuts him off.

“IN CONFIDENCE!” James interjects before the two boys burst in laughter. You coo and hug James.

“It’s ok Prongs. Real men cry. It’s very..um..brave to be that vulnerable,” Remus playful comforts his friends who is slightly blushing at the revelation of how clingy he is with his girlfriend. Sirius snorts.

“Should have seen this one then, Moony. Sobbed like a fucking faucet, that one,” Sirius says as you giggle. James frowns.

“ Seriously is today Gang up on James for no reason day?” James mumbles and you turn to him.

“Aww Jamie,” You coo at your boy while affectionately rubbing his check, “ I think you’re very brave.” James smiles at you and puffs his chest. Ego obviously regrowing.

“ ‘course I am, darling,” He brags playfully flexing his muscles.

“So so brave. I mean, just look at your outfit,” You deadpan causing Sirius and Remus to burst out laughing. James abruptly stands up causing you to giggle.

“Come on Sirius, we have practice,” He huffs.

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Fred WeasleyxReader! Different Chapter 4

Y/F/N= Your First Name

Y/L/N= Your Last Name

Y/E/C= Your Eye Color

Y/W/H= Your Wand Hand

If it’s in bold, then it’s a direct quote from the book.

Chapter 3: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/183937811611/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-3

Summary: A mysterious prankster messes up Umbridge’s office.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: There’s a swear word.

Time Period: Order of the Phoenix; between Chapters 19: “The Lion and the Serpent” and 21 “The Eye of the Snake”

Word Count: 1075

Fred, George and Lee were walking to Charms together. It was a normal day but as they turned a corner, they found something absolutely shocking. First, they heard a high-pitched screech that came from none other than Dolores Umbridge.

‘The hell?’

The three of them started running in the direction of the scream, which took them to Umbridge’s office; which had been given an extremely severe make over.

The walls were dark green like vomit and all the cute little cats on her ornament plates had been turned into vicious hissing snakes. In front of it all, Umbridge was shouting her head off; her cheeks completely red.

It was a glorious sight.

The three boys were hurting their guts with laughter as they made their way back to Professor Flitwick.

‘Her face!’ George cried out, overjoyed, ‘Did you see the look on her face?’

‘Forget her face! Did you hear her scream? She sounded like a dying banshee!’ Fred chuckled as he tried and failed to imitate Umbridge’s ugly screech.

‘Good job, guys! You should’ve told me about that one! I would’ve hidden dragon dung under her desk!’

The twins stopped walking for a second to give each other a rather confused look.‘But… We didn’t do that, Lee,’ George confessed gently.

‘Really? That prank had “Weasley” written all over it.’

‘I swear we didn’t do a thing,’ Fred promised, very seriously, ‘but I’d like to find whoever did it and shake their hand.’

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During that night’s DA meeting, Y/F/N was absent; which greatly worried Fred. Not only was he worried about her well-being as he had come to care about her over the past few weeks, but he still wondered deep down if there was the mere possibility that she may be snitching on them.

Despite Fred being distracted throughout the whole ordeal, the class went off without a hitch.

As the trio walked out of the Room of Requirement, he decided to do some investigation.

‘Hey guys? Do you mind if I go do a thing? By myself? I’ll catch up with you in the Dormitory after I’m done.’

They gave him a weird look but complied.

‘Watch out for Filch,’ Warned George.

‘Pfft, please. You forget who you’re talking to,’ He assured before leaving in the direction of the dungeons.

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Fred walked along the dark underground corridors looking in every direction to look out for any potential threats and… A certain someone.

After a few minutes, he finally heard a small sniff coming from a broom closet whose door stood ajar. He carefully moved the door as quietly as he could and what he saw broke his heart.

Y/F/N was sitting on the floor in a fetal position crying her eyes out. Fred’s head started swimming with questions and concern. Seeing those beautiful Y/E/C eyes filled with tears hurt him.

‘Y/F/N?’

She gasped upon hearing his voice and looked up, not wanting to be seen at her most vulnerable, especially by the redhead.

‘Fred?’

There was a small, awkward silence between the two while Fred came up with what to say.

‘You uh… S-skipped class so I came to… C-check on you,’ He stumbled on his words, nervously.

‘Did Potter or Granger send you?’

‘Nah, I came here by myself,’ He was ashamed to admit, his face reddening again.

Her face reddened too. ‘That’s really nice of you, thanks.’

Fred shrugged it off.

‘If you really want to “learn DADA and aid Potter in his little rebellion” you shouldn’t skip class,’ He quoted the same words she’d said on their first meeting in an effort to make light of the situation.

She laughed but the tears kept coming. ‘I had Detention with Umbridge.’

Fred’s mouth hung open for a second and then closed. As an avid rule breaker himself, he’d already experienced multiple detentions with the horrid woman and knew exactly what had happened to Y/F/N. The mere idea of it made his blood curl.

‘WHAT.’

‘Yeah,’ She revealed to him her Y/W/H hand. Across it, the words I must not vandalize school property were scratched permanently in her handwriting. ‘I assume you’re not surprised.’

‘No, just mad. Is she just gonna do this to everyone?!’

‘I wouldn’t put it past her.’

Fred sighed and sat down next to her. As he reflected, the puzzle pieces started fitting together and he came up with a suspicion of what Y/F/N’s misdeed may have been.

‘Wait; vandalize school property? Did you… Ruin Umbridge’s office?’

Y/F/N smiled sincerely for the first time since he’d walked into the closet. ‘Yeah, that was me.’

‘Marry me,’ He whispered under his breath, amazed.

‘What?’ She asked in confusion. The redness of their cheeks magnified extremely.

‘N-n-nothing.’

They looked away from each other in complete awkwardness. Fred was not new to feeling attraction towards girls, he’d had a good number of flings since Third Year, but he could never recall ever feeling like this.

He had no idea that she returned the feelings and Y/F/N couldn’t even begin to phantom the idea of being liked back after pining for so long.

‘Hey, listen. I’m sorry for thinking you were a spy or a traitor; you’re actually kinda cool. Maybe not all Slytherins are evil bitches.’

She laughed again and their hearts jumped together. ‘Apology accepted, and sorry for yelling at you. Maybe not all Gryffindors are close minded brutes.’

‘Pfff, nah we are. We pride ourselves on it.’

They both laughed as they stood up. Y/F/N would’ve happily stayed there forever yet she knew that was unsafe.

‘Should I walk you to you Common Room?’ He offered, trying to be chivalrous.

‘Mmm, giving my House Password to the world’s greatest prankster…’ She pretended to reflect on the idea, jokingly so. ‘No thank you, I don’t wanna be randomly woken up by Filibuster Fireworks or something like that.’

‘Haha, good point. Speaking of pranks, you should teach me how you redecorated Umbridge’s office; we could really use some of that stuff.’

‘Sure, I’d love to. Maybe sometime after Christmas?’

‘Sure.’

In a moment of bravery, Y/F/N dared to give Fred a kiss on the cheek and whisper ‘Thanks,’ before leaving to Slytherin Common Room.

Later that night, in the Gryffindor Common Room, George and Lee were confused to find him wearing the goofiest of goofy grins.

Chapter 5: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/184574737841/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-5

[haystarlight]

Fred WeasleyxReader “Different” Chapter 1

Summary: The reader joins Dumbledore’s Army. Not everyone is on-board for it; Fred is skeptical.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: None.

Time Period: Order of the Phoenix; Chapter 15: “The Hog’s Head”

Word Count: 992

Y/F/N= Your First Name

Y/L/N= Your Last Name

Y/L/N/M= Your Last Name Misspelled

Y/E/C= Your Eye Color

Y/W/H= Your Wand Hand

If it’s in bold, then it’s a direct quote from the book.

Perhaps the word ‘weasel’ had affected Ron particularly strongly. In any case, he was now looking at Zacharias as though he would like nothing better than to thump him. Zacharias flushed.

‘Well, we’ve all turned up to learn from him and now he’s telling us he can’t really do any of it,’ he said.

‘That’s not what he said,’ snarled Fred.

‘Would you like us to clean out your ears for you?’ enquired George, pulling a long and lethal-looking metal instrument from inside one of the Zonko’s bags.

‘Or any part of your body, really, we’re not fussy where we stick this,’ said Fred.

That was when he heard it. That high-pitched, feminine, very familiar laughter. He had definitely heard it before but hadn’t bothered to pay much attention to it.

Fred turned around and spotted the person laughing at his joke. He definitely knew who she was; they had Potions together. Y/L/N/M, or something like that. Whatever; so she was here, what was it to him? He barely knew her name; he couldn’t care less if she wanted to take lessons from Harry or not. But something still nagged at the back of his head telling him this was majorly wrong.

And then his eyes wandered to the girl’s neck and he remembered what made all this feel wrong. A Slytherin scarf. She was wearing a Slytherin scarf. He’d forgotten what House she was in and now he knew that she didn’t belong there. How was no one else realizing this? How was no one trying to kick her out? How did no one notice that hideous green scarf?!

He felt his skin shivering as she spoke. ‘Sorry for interrupting. Please continue,’

‘Yes, well,’ said Hermione hastily, ‘moving on… the point is, are we agreed we want to take lessons from Harry?’

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The meeting continued and eventually got to its end. They discussed the time and place of meeting as well as other similar things. Fred payed attention the whole time and gave his own input when he fell it necessary; however, his eyes couldn’t leave her for long.

Why wasn’t anyone doing anything?

She looked at Harry and Hermione as they talked. Same expression on her face as the one she wore when listening to Snape talk in class. If you ignored her scarf, you wouldn’t assume she had any ill intentions at all.

But he couldn’t ignore the scarf.

‘Well, time’s ticking on,’ said Fred briskly, getting to his feet. ‘George, Lee nd I have got items of a sensitive nature to purchase, we’ll be seeing you all later.’

In twos and threes the rest of the group took their leave, too.

As he walked with his brother and his friend, his eyes once again traveled to the lonely girl at the other side of the street. The rest of the group had all left accompanied by someone; even Loony Lovegood was on his sister’s side. So why was she alone? Was no one going to stop her?

‘Hey, are you okay, bro? You look like you were just attacked by a Basilisk,’ George asked, concerned. It was only then that Fred realized he’d stopped walking and the two were several steps ahead of him.

‘Uh, yes. I’m okay. You guys go right ahead, I have something I need to do. I’ll uh… I’ll catch up with you,’ he tried to look normal as he said this. Lee and George hesitated, then nodded before watching him run off.

He quickly caught up to her and called. ‘Hey! Hey!’

She didn’t listen until he put a hand on her shoulder. Once again, he felt the shivers going down his spine. She turned around and smiled at him.

‘Yes?’

For the very first time, their eyes met. Y/E/C meeting brown. Normally, they sat at opposite sides of the classroom, it was his first time looking at her like this. It felt like being struck by lightning.

‘Hey! You’re… Y/L/N/M, right?’

‘It’s Y/L/N actually. Y/F/N Y/L/N, ‘

‘Oh,’ he considered apologizing for his mistake but she cut him off before he could do that.

‘And you’re Fred Weasley, right?’

‘Yes, ‘ he didn’t bother wondering how she knew which twin he was. ‘I was wondering, what were you doing back there?’

‘What do you  mean what was I doing? I came to learn DADA and aid Potter in his little rebellion, didn’t we all?’

‘Don’t try to play innocent with me. You’re a Slytherin,’

‘Oh,’ her voice sounded hurt… and disappointed. The small hint of a smile that had inhabited her face disappeared for the most disgusted of frowns. He didn’t know it, but Fred had just committed a big no-no.

‘I need to make sure you’re not a spy for Malfoy or Snape or Umbridge; and that you’re not gonna rat us out because I swear, if you do, I’ll-’

That did it. Her Y/W/H hand slapped his hand away from her shoulder and she looked at him with fire in her eyes.

‘How dare you? How dare you compare me to those people?’ he was taller than her, yet she stood on tiptoe to make him feel small. ‘You don’t even know me at all! You barely remember my name and now you come and tell me I look suspicious because of my SCARF?! You’re just like everyone! Everyone thinks I’m evil or racist because of this!’

Fred was finally realizing his mistake, though it was hard to think with someone yelling at you so loudly. His cheeks now matched his hair in redness as he tried to think of what to shout back. ‘I-I’m just trying to watch out for my brother-’

She sighed heavily. ‘Goodbye, Weasley,’ and walked away.

Slowly, Fred made his way back to Zonko’s to his brother and Lee. The village of Hogsmeade had never looked so cold and damp.

Chapter 2: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/183728021751/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-2

[haystarlight]

Fred WeasleyxReader “Different” Chapter 2

Chapter 1: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/183362457751/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-1

Summary: The DA’s first meeting. Tensions are high.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: None. (Angst maybe?)

Time Period: Order of the Phoenix; Chapter 18: “Dumbledore’s Army”

Word Count: 901

Y/F/N= Your First Name

Y/L/N= Your Last Name

Y/L/N/M= Your Last Name Misspelled

Y/E/C= Your Eye Color

Y/W/H= Your Wand Hand

If it’s in bold, then it’s a direct quote from the book.

‘Well,’ said Harry, slightly nervously. ‘This is the place we’ve found for practice sessions, and you’ve- er -obviously found it OK.’

‘It’s fantastic!’ said Cho, and several people murmured their agreement.

‘It’s bizarre,’ said Fred, frowning around at it. ‘We once hid from Filch in here, remember, George? But it was just a broom cupboard then.’

‘It probably has Legilimens Spells on it to know what people are thinking; like the Sorting Hat! That is some powerful stuff!’

As per usual, the sound of her voice made him jump. She was standing on the other side of the room, admiring the architecture… And looking stunning- NO! No! Still a Slytherin, still not trustworthy.

They hadn’t talked since she’d yelled at him a few weeks ago but he couldn’t get her off his head and stop wondering if she meant all that she said or not. Could she be lying to trick him or was she really a good person sorted in the Bad House?

Was it worth the risk?

‘Hey, Harry, what’s this stuff?’ asked Dean from the rear of the room, indicating the Sneakoscopes and the Foe Glass.

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‘Can we be the Anti-Umbridge League?’ said Angelina hopefully.

‘Or the Ministry of Magic are Morons Group?’ suggested Fred.

Y/F/N then made a kind of high-pitched sound, as if she was struggling not to laugh. Fred turned around to look at her and she turned to glare at the wall, her face about as red as the boy’s hair.

‘I was thinking,’ said Hermione, frowning at Fred, ‘more of a name that didn’t tell everyone what we were up to, so we can refer to it outside meetings.’

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‘OK,’ said Harry, his mouth slightly drier than usual with ll these eyes upon him, ‘I reckon we should all divide into pairs and practise.’

It felt very odd to de issuing instructions, but not nearly as odd as seeing them followed. Everybody got to their feet at once and divided up.

Y/F/N ended up partnered up with Neville. He was very easy to disarm and his wand went spinning out of his hand, hit the ceiling in a shower of sparks and landed with a clatter on top of a bookshelf, from which Y/F/N retrieved it with a Summoning Charm.

‘Are you sure you’re not going easy on me, kid?’ Y/F/N asked in an effort to seem encouraging.

‘Yes, I’m sure,’ Neville said, obviously frustrated.

‘Well, let’s try again,’ then something caught her ear. His laugh, Fred’s laugh. The one that always made her stop and the reason she was able to differentiate him from his twin. She couldn’t help but turn around if only for a moment.

And there it was. Every time Zacharias Smith opened his mouth to disarm Anthony Goldstein, his own wand would fly out of his hand, yet Anthony did not seem to be making a sound. Fred and George were several feet from Smith and taking it in turns to point their wands at his back.

It took all of Y/F/N ’s effort and energy not to laugh or even crack a smile. A few weeks ago, she would’ve happily laughed along with him no problem but, after that heinous fight they had where he’d accused her of being a spy for Umbridge, she decided not to allow herself to crush on him anymore.

She would not continue to have feelings for someone who thought of her as evil. She would not even give him the satisfaction of hearing her laugh at his jokes. She wou-

‘Expelliarmus!’ said Neville, and Y/F/N, caught unawares, felt her wand fly out of her hand.

‘I DID IT!’ said Neville gleefully, ‘I’ve never done it before- I DID IT!’

‘Good one!’ said Y/F/N encouragingly, deciding not to point out that in a real duel Neville’s opponent was unlikely to be staring in the opposite direction with their wand held loosely at their side.

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‘Let’s say Wednesday night, then,’ said Harry, ‘ we can decide on additional meetings then. Come on, we’d better get going.’

He pulled out the Marauder's Map again and checked it carefully  for signs of teachers on the seventh floor. He let them all leave in threes and fours.

Y/F/N went out with two Hufflepuffs, since their Common Rooms were somewhat close together. Looking back to wave at Neville, who was leaving with Ginny and some other Gryffindor, was her mistake. Instead of finding Neville, her eyes found Fred; about to head north with his twin and Lee Jordan, and he returned the look.

It was yet another small moment of Y/E/C meeting brown and lightning going off inside them. She could’ve sworn his eyes looked apologetic. Was he sorry? Was he going to apologize? Should she forgive him?

‘Hey, bro, hurry up! Filch is gonna see us!’ George’s voice came to break the spell and ruin the moment. Fred turned around, his cheeks flushing.

‘Y-yeah y-yeah! I-I’m coming!’ He called out and was about to leave but then stopped for a second to say ‘Er-... H-have a good night.’

She sighed, mirroring that fateful day. ‘Goodbye, Weasley.’

Of course he didn’t apologize, he still thought she was evil. Y/F/N was glad her dorm mates were all asleep that night so they wouldn’t see her crying.

Chapter 3: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/183937811611/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-3

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Fred WeasleyxReader Different Chapter 3

Chapter 2: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/183728021751/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-2

Summary: The Weasleys get kicked out of the Quidditch Team. Reader won’t let it slide.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: None.

Time Period: Order of the Phoenix; between Chapters 19: “The Lion and the Serpent” and 21 “The Eye of the Snake”

Word Count: 1009

Y/F/N= Your First Name

Y/L/N= Your Last Name

Y/L/N/M= Your Last Name Misspelled

Y/E/C= Your Eye Color

Y/W/H= Your Wand Hand

If it’s in bold, then it’s a direct quote from the book.

The weeks passed by and the DA continued to meet on the Room of Requirement every other day. Everyone was getting better with defence magic and it was real fun training together.

Y/F/N and Fred had yet to exchange more than two words with each other and he had yet to apologize so she was still trying her best to give him the cold shoulder, but it was too difficult. She couldn’t not look at him every time he jinxed someone with his eyes closed to show off.

And he couldn’t not look at her every time she mastered a new spell bested only by Hermione. But neither of them would budge and actually try to talk properly to the other. They were both too stubborn.

Same thing happened in Potions class… Even though it did make sense to stay quiet at Potions, since Snape would send them to Detention if they did otherwise.

As the first Quidditch match of the season, Gryffindor versus Slytherin, drew nearer, their DA meetings were put on hold because Angelina insisted on almost daily practices.

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October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy draughts that bit at exposed hands and faces. The skies and the ceiling of the Great Hall turned a pale, pearly grey, the mountains around Hogwarts were snowcapped, and the temperature in the castle dropped so low that many students wore their thick protective dragonskin gloves in the corridors between lessons.

The morning of the match dawned bright and cold. Draco Malfoy kept going around the Slytherin table and passing around buttons that said ‘Weasley is Our King’. So far, most of the Slytherins he had offered them too had happily taken them once he’d provided an explanation of what it meant.

It meant that Ron Weasley was a lousy player and, thanks to him, Slytherin was bound to win; which made him their king. Y/F/N had been the only Slytherin to reject the button when offered so far.

‘I’m not really that interested in Quidditch. I’m not competitive; sorry,’ was her explanation when he questioned her. But that was not it. She was very much invested in Quidditch. She’d been going to every match since First Year and, after a certain event in Second Year, she’d gotten even MORE enthusiastic.

She was very much competitive and excited for the day’s match. But she would still not accept the button because the team she was rooting for was not Slytherin. And the Weasley who was her king was not Ron.

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Madam Hooch placed her whistle in her mouth and blew.

The balls were released and fourteen players shot upwards.

Y/F/N sat on the Slytherin row wearing her Slytherin scarf but her eyes were reserved for one Gryffindor. Even if she was mad at him, she had to see him; the Quidditch Pitch was when he was at his best, in his element, and nothing could stop him. Sometimes she hid somewhere to watch Gryffindor practise to see his face just light up when he beat the bludger to and fro.

It was over in two breathless, desperate, windswept seconds- Harry’s fingers closed around the tiny, struggling ball- Malfoy’s fingernails scrabbled on the back of Harry’s hand hopelessly- Harry pulled his broom upwards, holding the struggling ball in his hand and the gryffindor spectators screamed their approval…

They were saved, it did not matter that Ron had let in those goals, nobody would remember as long as Gryffindor had won-

WHAM.

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In front of the giant crowd composed from all four Houses and most of the school staff, Harry and George blew up and started beating up Malfoy and his friends. Fred would’ve joined them in if it hadn’t been for Angelina, Katie and Alicia grabbing him.

Everyone watched in shock. Some gasped and covered their eyes, some laughed and cheered.Y/F/N was part of the latter group. Among the chaos, there was justice.

And then Madam Hooch interrupted and took them away.

For the next few days, the rumors travelled through the school.

Some said that the Gryffindor Team had been dismantled, some loved to claim that Potter and his buddies had been expelled, the biggest one was that they’d all been banned from playing Quidditch ever again.

Y/F/N was scared of all of them being true. She couldn’t imagine how devastated the three of them would be if any of those things turned out to be reality. She had to ask, she was too worried.

During Potions that week, the Weasley Twins sat on their favourite spot, the very back of the class, but that didn’t prevent them  from being all but taunted by all the Slytherins sharing the classroom with them.

As it was expected from him, Snape allowed as much bullying as possible as long as it came from his House. Y/F/N decided to follow them after class was over.

‘Excuse me,’

‘What?’ George snapped as they both turned around. Both twins recognized her, as they’d been seeing her in every DA meeting; but one knew her better than the other, ‘Oh, hey, Y/L/N/M.’

‘Dude, it’s Y/L/N,’ Fred corrected him in a voice barely higher than a whisper.

‘Oh, sorry.’

‘It’s fine,’ She dismissed it, ‘I wanted to ask, is it true? Did you get kicked out of the Quidditch team?’

‘Err… Yeah. Why?’ George answered again. Fred kept looking at her in a way she couldn’t quite decipher; something told her he hadn’t confided in his brother about their weird situation. For George, she was just another classmate and he had no idea how she felt about his twin.

Her face dropped. That was exactly what she’d been afraid of. Somebody had to do something.

‘N-nothing. Just wanted to know. Thanks.’

‘Well then, see you on Wednesday.’

‘Bye,’ She left already planning what she was going to do.

Chapter 4: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/184273668241/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-4

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Different Masterlist

Y/F/N= Your First Name

Y/L/N= Your Last Name

Y/E/C= Your Eye Color

Y/W/H= Your Wand Hand

If it’s in bold, then it’s a direct quote from the book.

Chapter 1: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/183362457751/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-1

Summary: The reader joins Dumbledore’s Army. Not everyone is on-board for it; Fred is skeptical.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: None.

Time Period: Order of the Phoenix; Chapter 15: “The Hog’s Head”

Word Count: 992

 Chapter 2: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/183728021751/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-2

Summary: The DA’s first meeting. Tensions are high.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: None. (Angst maybe?)

Time Period: Order of the Phoenix; Chapter 18: “Dumbledore’s Army”

Word Count: 901

 Chapter 3: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/183937811611/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-3

Summary: The Weasleys get kicked out of the Quidditch Team. Reader won’t let it slide.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: None.

Time Period: Order of the Phoenix; between Chapters 19: “The Lion and the Serpent” and 21 “The Eye of the Snake”

Word Count: 1009

 Chapter 4: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/184273668241/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-4

Summary: A mysterious prankster messes up Umbridge’s office.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: There’s a swear word.

Time Period: Order of the Phoenix; between Chapters 19: “The Lion and the Serpent” and 21 “The Eye of the Snake”

Word Count: 1075

Chapter 5: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/184574737841/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-5

Summary: The DA leaves for Christmas break. Harry and Cho weren’t the only ones under the mistletoe that night.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: None.

Time Period: Order of the Phoenix; Chapter 21 “The Eye of the Snake”

Word Count: 772