#harry pottter x you

[pearlmagick]

IRON BONDS I

pairing : harry potter x reader

synopsis : harry’s best friend likes their drinks on the metallic side, but he hasn’t a clue about them being a vampire, nor the fact that they love him. | inner angst

warnings : mentions of blood

notes : first fic !! hello everyone, sorry if this is messy + still figuring out a format i like. thank you for reading !

It was another Saturday morning of lying to everyone you knew and cared for. The sharp and unusually shiny fangs pierced through your comfortable life as a reminder that one small needle could render the whole comfortable haystack dangerous as anxiously wait for the moment the needle would decide to show itself and draw blood.

Blood.

You inhaled sharply, trying to remove all thoughts of the newly delectable liquid as you drank the almost-transparent potion to temporarily shape your bloodless skin and pointed fangs back to your old self.

Your vampirism wasn’t terribly new. During the summer before your fourth year, a vampire had lurched from the depths of a nearby forest and turned you into one of his kind. The pain of the change was unbearable, yet you couldn’t fathom the pain of losing the life you had built, so you and your family had kept your undead-ness a secret from all, except the headmaster who meticulously crafted accommodations for you.

That didn’t matter to you; you didn’t care about the metallic “cranberry juice” you drank every dinner, you worried constantly about what Harry would say.

Harry Potter was your best friend and the pair of you knew everything about each other. It was all the most cliché story: two best friends with one pining for the other while keeping a dark secret. A compelling tale it was, but when it was your reality, it felt more like a nightmare than an entertainment fantasy read.

You and Harry were sitting together at the top of the Astronomy Tower as you listened to him rant about Umbridge with snide asides about how he was leading a secret club right under her nose. You tried to pay attention but the mix of thoughts between the ticking clock until your bloody dinner, the sound of Harry’s heart beating faster with his excited lecture on the DA lessons he had planned out, and of course, the plague that caught you before the rogue vampire, losing yourself in the green eyes that you’ve caught yourself in the maze of for the past three years.

Perhaps your lack of focus was stronger than normal because, for the first time, Harry noticed your eyes look hazy as your mind crawled around to make a complex web of wandering thoughts.

“Y/N ? Are you alright ?” Your head snapped back into position with unusual speed that Harry couldn’t help but notice. “I’m fine. There’s nothing wrong, Harry. You can continue, I’m listening, promise.” You pushed your pinkie to hook with his as if this gesture was the epitome of trust before bringing your hand back.

Harry stared before continuing, yet decided to keep a closer eye on your strange behaviour.

You did your best to stay as normal as you possibly could, worrying that if you stepped a toe out of your ordinary routine you’d risk exposing yourself and losing everyone, including the boy you fell in love with.

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please let the marauders fandom find this ‼️

which character in the marauders era would Christian Bale be good at being??? please help me with this I want to fan cast him for a fic but idk what character he would be??

[dreamcubed]

the man | james potter x reader

song; the man [taylor swift] pairing; james potter x fem!"slut"!reader // slight sirius black x reader genre; fwb2l, light angst, hurt comfort(ish), light fluff word count; 1,7k timeline; marauders' last year at hogwarts warnings; swearing, slut-shaming, double standards, mentions/talk of sex, mentions of hook ups/sleeping around, misogyny, verbal conflict summary; you hated it. james could go around sleeping with as many different people as he liked and get praised for it, while you did the exact same and only ever got slut-shamed. the worst part? james didn't seem to understand that, despite being your most frequent fling

a/n; if you're below 16 please dni, there is no explicit smut but there are mature themes

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"every conquest i had made would make me more of a boss to you."

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You were used to the whispers that passed you in the hallways, but they still chipped away at your sanity. Offended wasn't how you would describe your emotions: no, you were angry. Angry that these people held judgements against you when they didn't even know you.

"She'd open her legs for anyone."

Even if you did, why would that make you an unkind person- someone not worthy of being friends with? How you explored your sexuality did not reflect how you explored your friendships, and your closest and dearest friend Lily Evans could vouch for that. You were loyal, generous and caring, but all anyone ever saw in you was a good-for-nothing whore. You could safely say that if you were in a relationship, you would never cheat - but you weren't, so you had every right to sleep around.

"She's such an easy lay."

It was ironic, really, how the boys talked shit about you behind your back, degrading your conquests, but still wouldn't hesitate to hook up with you given the chance. They were such hypocrites: if people like you didn't exist, they wouldn't have anyone to fuck when they got horny and lonely. If anything, they should be grateful that you provided them a service they so desperately craved for free of charge. Still, the comments hurt more coming from girls. They had been victims of sexism and misogyny their whole lives, and knew how it hurt, yet still decided to be that same way to you.

"Y/N would still fuck the ugliest guy on earth."

No, you wouldn't. Despite popular belief, you didn't hook up with anyone who looked your way. You hadn't even slept with half the guys in your year, although it was at the point where any of them could lie about fucking you and would be believed. There was no point fighting the rumours: it would just be another game of he said, she said.

"Overused pussy."

Since the rumours had gotten out of hand, your sex drive had actually decreased immensely. Not out of disgust in yourself (Merlin, no - you were not in the wrong here), but out of distrust of any of the guys in the school. They didn't deserve your sexual abilities, which were good, by the way. You excelled in the art of sex, and they really should have been more appreciative of that fact, because now you were going to starve them of it.

It happened all the time: a guy you'd hooked up with in the past tracking you down to beg you for another round. Yeah, and supposedly you were the desperate one.

You began turning them all away, hexing them if they pushed further.

Well, all except one.

James Potter was a frequent fling of yours, and with you now being on strike, he was practically your only on-going conquest. You liked him because he never spoke of your sexual encounters with anyone, not even the other Marauders. You knew that for a fact because you had hooked up with Sirius in the past, and he had definitely told them by the way they all acted around you afterwards. No, they didn't act that way at all after the first time you hooked up with James - it was clear they didn't know.

It's not that you disliked Sirius, as he clearly hadn't said anything bad about you, you just preferred how James treated the situation. Admittedly, you had been the one to seek him out for a second round.

And then it progressed into more, leading you to the official situation of friends with benefits, as you knew him too well outside of the bed for it to have a lesser title. Nonetheless, it was not awkward between the two of you in lessons and at mealtimes - it was how it had always been.

Even though he didn't make the comments himself, it was more than obvious that he didn't seem to understand how badly you were treated for partaking in the same actions that he did without judgement. It annoyed you, to some extent.

"I heard Endale call me a whore."

"Why would he say that?"

or

"I hate being called a slut."

"It can't happen that often."

Yeah, it pissed you off. You were reaching breaking point with it.

***

Tuesday evening, and you had just finished up with James in the Room of Requirement, which he had introduced to you after your flings became a frequent thing - although, you had never taken anyone else there, something about the room felt too special to share with anyone who wasn't James. You buttoned up your school shirt with your back to him, relishing in the silent but far from awkward aftermath of sex.

"I heard you fucked Potguild."

You scoffed, "D'you believe every rumour you hear?"

"Is it true?"

"No," you said, "I haven't fucked anyone but you in a few weeks."

You then turned to him to see he had raised an eyebrow at you.

"What?"

"Then how come I hear guys talking about their last shag with you every day? They can't all be lying."

You deadpanned James, which made him frown.

It was his turn to say, "What?"

"They can all be lying. That's what men do."

His brows furrowed further, "But-"

"James," you snapped, which took him by surprise - you rarely used his first name outside of sex, "You know nothing of what it's like to be a girl."

He remained silent.

"I'm so sick of you acting like I'm exaggerating when I talk about how I'm treated - you just think I'm exaggerating because it doesn't happen to you."

He opened his mouth to speak, but you kept going.

"Wanna know why it doesn't happen to you? Because you're a guy. You can shag whoever the fuck you want and get praised for it - get called the man - and it pisses me off that you don't understand that I don't get treated the same."

"Y/N-"

"Save it," you spoke harshly, grabbing your bag and leaving the room. He made no effort to chase you - and you weren't sure if you were happy or upset about that.

To be honest, you were pretty sure you were more mad at the patriarchal society you lived in than you were at James: he was far from an inherently bad person and would probably make an effort to apologise over the course of the next week.

You were right.

***

"Y/N, can we talk?" he asked at the end of transfiguration, catching you at your desk.

The first thing about his question that took you off guard was his use of your name in a non-sexual context. The second thing that surprised you was the lack of the other Marauders in the classroom - they almost always waited for each other.

"About what?" you said more coldly than you would have preferred.

"You know... the other day."

You sighed, "Okay, let's talk, Potter."

You almost didn't catch the way he flinched at the use of his last name.

"Great," he took your hand, and began leading you out the classroom to an alcove tucked into the wall some way down the corridor.

He let go of your hand, and stood facing you, as if waiting for something.

"Well...?" you pushed, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow at him.

"I'm sorry," he said firmly, "I should have registered how differently girls and women get treated, but I didn't, and that's on me."

You felt your expression and posture soften slightly.

"And I know there's no excuse, but I think- I think me believing the rumours was less to do with believing guys over you and more to do with me being scared they were true."

A frown formed on your face as you adjusted your stance, hoping that your silence pressed him to elaborate.

"I don't want you sleeping with other people, so I feared the worst."

"You want to be... exclusive?" you questioned slowly.

"Yes," he said quickly, "But not just sexually - I... I want to date you... I mean- there had to have been a reason you started only sleeping with me, right?"

As you processed his words, you felt your stomach flip with nervous excitement, and that was a cue to you that you may want to try something more with James. He was definitely the best sex you had ever had, anyway, as unlike many of the other guys, he actually paid attention to your needs as well as his.

"...Okay," you said eventually, "We can start with one date and see how it goes from there. But, for the record, me only hooking up with you was less to do with you and more to do with the other guys - so don't get ahead of yourself."

He nodded eagerly, seemingly brushing past your last statement, "Yes, perfect - Hogsmeade, this weekend?"

"But it isn't a Hogsmeade weekend-"

"You really think the Room of Requirement is the only Hogwarts secret I know?"

To be fair, you weren't really surprised to hear that.

"But, you realise that dating me probably won't stop the rumours... or change my reputation... and instead just ruin yours?"

He shook his head, "I don't care, they're pathetic attention seekers - I now know better than to listen to what they say."

"Let's hope so."

"Godric, have more faith in me, woman."

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written; 09/08/2022 —> 06/09/2022 published; 07/09/2022 edited; —/—/——

[skzfairies]

late nights

pairing: harry potter x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff/slight angst

warnings: lowercase, mentions of harry dying, misspelling and maybe some misuse of words

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you listened as the fire crackled in the warm fire place infront of the the table you were sitted in front of.

you could barely keep your eyes open, the warmness of the common room making sleep feel so enticing. but, you had to wait for harry, you were worried and anxious about his whereabouts. you checked his dorm, and you saw that both his invisibility clock and his wand were gone. you couldn’t find the maurarders map either, and you were unable to find any of his roommates or hermonie.

knowing harry, he was probably deep on the grounds, probably finding some new thing to fight or go after, so you stayed in the common room, waiting for him to come back, with brusies and scars on his face, or for someone to come in declaring him dead.

thinking about the countless of things harry could be doing, the fire started to die off, making the room chill, and creepily quiet.

there was no loud snoring coming from the dormitory’s, no students staying up way past their bed time, just quietness.

it was so peaceful, you felt you mouth unclenching, and your shoulders droop, i guess it wouldn’t be so bad if you just shut your eyes.

you felt a cold hand tapping your shoulder, and a soft whisper making it’s way into your ear.

“go away” you mumble, your voice barely audible.

but the hand continued to shake you, you didn’t know why the hand wasn’t leaving you alone, you just wanted to sleep.

“y/n, it’s me, harry” the voice whispered, and this time you could actually hear the voice.

harry?

your eyes slowly opened, and you were met with the mess haired boy with glasses, trying to shake you awake. the boy softly giggled at you, you figured that he was laughing at your bed head and the droop of your eyes.

“you git.” you whispered, remembering that he made you stay up in worry thinking he was killed.

“yeah yeah i know, let’s get you up to bed sleepy head, i’ll explain tomorrow when you can process the information.”

you felt his calloused hands pulling your underarms up, and wrapped his arm around your waist and shoulder, leading you up to your respectable staircase.

that night you dreamt about the boy who always made you worry, but was so gentle with you, and made you feel so loved. perhaps the love made up for the late nights that you pulled you hair out for him.

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could you please do #97 and #107 from the first smut list with a jealous draco?

#97: “Stop distracting me.”

#107: “Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”

After the famous Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy was the smartest student at Hogwarts.

And by merlín, did he work for it. As his girlfriend you knew that, sometimes you wander around trying to find him to often discover him sitting in the library. Unshockingly, today was the exact same as any other. You’d walked into the section of the library he often sat, to see him surrounded by piles of workbooks and paper.

“Dray?” You greeted, slinging your arms around his neck from behind his seat, leaving a small kiss on his neck. He didn’t react, still focused fully on his work with full attention. “Busy?” You asked, slightly irritated over the lack of attention from your boyfriend. He nodded stiffly, making you even more annoyed. “Stop distracting me” He muffled.

Annoyed and angry, you went over to the nearby table to his, full of Gryffindors. They smirked as you walked over to them, your hips swinging seductively in your definitely too-small skirt. “Hey boys.” You flirted, showing your teeth in a flirty grin. They glanced confused at each other but none the less began to conversate with you, just as flirtcious.

You were fully uninterested in all of them, you waited for Draco to notice what you had done. Which wasn’t long at all. You instantly noticed his hands wrapping around your middle, the familiar way he pulled you into his front. And how perfectly, the curve of your ass fit into his groin.

The Gryffindor boys looked at Draco in fear, immediately packing their stuff and exiting the room from the scowl on your face. He used the time, to guide his hands lower onto your hips, forcing your ass to grind on his dick. Hidden behind the shelves, he grinded back into your ass- you could feel his print on you.

“Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.” He whispered into your neck, now letting you take control as you grinded harder and lower. You moaned at his words and the feeling of him so close to you. “Yes please” He took your hand and pushed you against the bookshelf towards the back of the library.

Finally your eyes met his and he grinned at you, “You’re so pretty baby. You’re all mine.” His fingers traced your skin down to the top of your thighs, his fingers reaching out to your pussy. You watching his eyes lighten up as he felt the lack of underwear over your pussy. Draco let some spit dribble onto his fingers before rubbing up and down your folds.

Only moments of the spreading juices around your wetness until he forced his member into your hole. Draco’s hands held you up from the back, your clothes rubbing against each other agonisingly as you tried to get closer. He found a way into your shirt, hands squeezing your tits for every pound into your pussy.

You could feel all of him, his veins pulsing against your walls, as he fucked up into you just as relentlessly. He runs his hands up your spine and finds himself in wrapping his fingers around your throat.The grip of his fingers around your throat tightens slightly as he fucks up into you. Your orgasm is just around the corner. He didn’t defer from the force he was driving you crazy with but let his hands stroke teasingly painful at your clit.

It was hard to keep so quiet, his cock was penetrating you faster and faster filling all of you up. While his skilled hands, played with your clit rubbing it, squeezing it. Draco smirked when he saw how undone you were because of him, pushing him to fuck you faster and harder. “Dray.. F-fuck” You moaned at the last obstacle, letting g him now how close you were to your orgasm.

“Go on baby.. Come for me” He mumbled against your breast that he was blessing with sloppy kisses. He didn’t slow down against your hips grinding into them tougher than before. Draco watched in smugness as your orgasm came loose. His dick covered in your juices and some of his too, equally his fingers soaked with your cum. His eyes latched onto yours, smirking at the state you were in.

“You’re fucking mine. If you want to act like a little get treated like a slut.” He spat, holding onto your neck so you were only looking at him. Your eyes sparkling from your orgasm still, he stayed connected with them until he had succeeded in pushing you onto your knees. “Suck me you slut.”

[krethes]

Excerpt from Chapter 18 of Did You Miss Me?

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From the "Black Magic Lovers" chat with Flo (Pink), Mary (Yellow), and James (Red).

This week has a very special posting schedule! There will be new content every day, like this: Monday the 7th: Bonus scene (Chapter 17) Tuesday: Chapter 18 Wednesday: Bonus scene (Chapter 19) Thursday: Chapter 20 Friday: Bonus scene (Chapter 21) Monday (Valentine’s Day): Chapter 22, a Valentine’s Day chapter! This is in response to a survey done on the DYMM? Thread on the Wolfstar Discord. Fantismal and I wrote three extra “missing” scenes to provide filler to make up for only two full chapters this week.

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the song death bed is fred singing to hermione

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Could you write “Sometimes I just want to cuddle, okay? Is that so bad?” for Rarry?

Harry just needs to be held sometimes. 

“Sometimes I just want to cuddle, okay? Is that so bad?”

The breeze from the window cools his skin while he stands over the stove. The bacon is sizzling, crackling grease across the back of the stove that he’ll clean with a flick of his wand when he’s finished. He whisks the eggs, adding some cheese and the vegetables Harry insists to put in but Ron always manages to cover the flavor with excess cheese.

Ron brushes his hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear and stretching his arm over his head with a yawn. Last night had been a tough one. Harry spent most of the night in a restless sleep, waking multiple times in a cold sweat. It’s just that time of year again that both lose sleep as they find a way to get through the reminder of the war. 

The shuffling of slippers catches his attention as he turns to find Harry standing in the kitchen doorway. He’s rubbing at his eyes, hair going in every which way. He looks sleep rumpled and tired and cute. It has a smile tugging up Ron’s lips as Harry drags his feet across the floor. 

The jumper is much too big, obviously Ron’s and he recognizes it from his outfit yesterday. Harry has his nose scrunched in it, shoulders slouched in his attempt to hide away in the fabric. Ron’s thankful it’s an off day at the office, a lucky Saturday off as he watches Harry practically drag his feet across the floor. 

It leads to him nearly tumbling into Ron’s chest, arms catch between them and face pressed against his collarbone. Ron’s surprise at the gesture has him pausing a moment, hand moving a bit slow until his mind seems to catch up with Harry’s desire for affection and he wraps his whisk free arm around Harry. 

It’s unusual for Harry to seek comfort like this. He’s not the touchy feely type. It took him a while to even allow Ron to hold his hand while they sat on the couch and even longer for him to press against Ron’s side. Harry’s always been his own comfort, years with those horrible muggles convincing him he has to do it alone, but Harry’s slowly come to the realization that Ron will always be there for love and comfort. He still doesn’t seek it out openly though, usually one for subtle hints when he was seeking Ron’s touch. That is what had him a bit surprised by Harry’s sudden, very obvious, need for comfort. 

“What’s bothering you, love?” Ron asks, fingers playing with the hair at the nap of Harry’s neck. It’s unusually long. Ron will have to remind him to get a haircut. 

“Sometimes I just want to cuddle, okay? Is that so bad?” Harry snaps. Yeah, he definitely didn’t get enough sleep. He only got like this when he was particularly worn and tired. Ron knows work has been rough too. He’s been there for Merlin sake. He knows the work Harry keeps piling on himself in his distraction of the anniversary. 

Ron doesn’t say anything to Harry’s remark, instead pressing a kiss to his hair and shuffling a bit so he can continue with breakfast. It would seem Harry simply needs the peace and quiet of curling up in his arms today. He wasn’t ready to talk out his feelings yet. Ron would be here when he was ready to chat. 

He honestly didn’t expect it to be so soon but Harry sighs against his chest, his tense shoulders sagging in defeat as Ron flips the bacon. He’s pouring the eggs into the pan as Harry’s arms slide around his waist, standing as close as possible so he doesn’t obstruct Ron’s view of the stove. 

“Sorry,” he mutters into the material of Ron’s shirt. He shifts just enough so he can press his lips against the skin along Ron’s collar gently, before he closes his eyes and presses his face to that same spot. “I just- I wanna hold you for a bit.” 

Ron hums in recognition. It was obviously a harder night than he thought for Harry if he was seeking this level of comfort. These were the moments Ron knew Harry’s dreams involved Ron leaving and never coming back. It always pulled at his heart, ached to know he was part of the reason Harry was in so much pain sometimes. 

“Of course, love.” He clicks the stove off, half cooked eggs and nearly cooked bacon the least of his worries as he wraps Harry up in his arms and shuffles toward their bedroom. The sheets are still a mess from the night and it takes some finagling before they’re both under the covers, Harry’s face is pressed into his neck as Ron runs a soothing hand through his hair.

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Who We Are: A Sirius Black Imagine (part 1)

Plot: The Reader first notices Sirius at a dinner with a lot of other pureblood families. They later get to know each other at school and the reader developes feelings but she´s unsure if Sirius feels the same.      

Warnings: my english maybe, it´s not my first language so don´t be too suprised at mistakes.                                                          

  You never wanted to go to events like this. You hated the people and just the whole idea in general but your parents forced you to go every year. Not that you could tell your parents you didn´t want to, whenever they talked about muggleborns you stayed quiet or slighty showed that you didn´t really agree but you just weren´t confident or strong enough to talk back at them. It was awful but you still needed a place to stay and you didn´t want to become the black sheep in the family. You knew what happens to kids in families like yours who mouth off so you decided  to accept the fact that you´ll have to live with it until you were able to move out. That brought you where you were now, standing in front of a door that belonged to a huge mansion wearing a simple black silk dress and waiting with your parents for someone to open the door, allowing you to go inside where an annual dinner party for quite a few pureblood families took place. Finally somebody that seemed to be a butler opened the door for you and you entered the hall where most guest already seemed to have arrived. You looked across the room and saw many familiar faces: the Carrows, the  Notts and the Selwyns were there as usual, along with many others. Soon, Abraxas Malfoy greeted you and thanked you for coming, or your parents rather, and started talking about how honoured he was to host this years´ dinner. Your eyes proceeded to scan the room and you soon saw the Blacks, too. They were a very powerful family and your parents have had contact with them before so you knew of them. It was a tradition almost to also bring the younger members of the families in order for them to meet each other, after all you all had to marry somebody whose family was like your´s someday and all the parents made sure of it. You also had to be present to hear anti-muggleborn speeches and even though these brainwashing methods didn´t work on you, they did on all the other people your age and nobody could know that you thought in a different way. You saw Bellatrix and Narcissa Black talking to their cousin Regulus. They seemed to really enjoy this evening so far, especially Bellatrix. She would even go as far as interupting adult´s conversations because she just had to share her thoughts about „the abomination to wizardkind that are mudbloods“. You just hated that girl. Next to Regulus you saw another boy standing but you couldn´t see much of him sice he was facing the opposite side of you and thus, also not participating in the Black cousins´conversation. You heard that the Regulus had an older brother who often had trouble with his family but you never met him, considering that you were just starting your sixth year at Hogwarts and had been homeschooled before. You suspected that his parents had also forced him to attend the dinner to bring him „on the right path“. Suddenly the mysterious boy turned around to grab a glass of whine and you could immediately feel your heart stop. He was the most beautiful human you had ever seen, not just sexy or handsome or pretty but breathtakingly beautiful. He had some sort of mysterious elegance to him but he also seemed a bit rebellious. His hair was black and stopped somewhere between his chin and his shoulders and was styled very tasteful and sophisticated dispite it´s unusual length. His eyes were a shade of grey that almost looked silver and they stood out the most in his astonishing face. There were no words to accurately describe his face though, but it looked as i fit had been carved in marvel by Michelangelo himself. He was wearing a classy black suit that suited him unbelievably well and showed chiseled figure. Just as you noticed that you were staring at him for a few seconds too long you turned around and nodody hopefully saw you. But when you turned back again your gaze fell on him again and you realised that he was, too, looking at you and right when you almost stopped breathing again, he smiled at you.

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OKAY GOING EVEN FARTHER WITH THIS FANFIC NOSTALGIA BULLSHIT

When I like 9 I really liked Harry Potter, I read all the books and saw all the movies, and I was subscribed to like fifty different Harry Potter YouTube channels, and as @/missmorois knows I had Harry Potter bed sheets, and was like “hey I wonder if anyone has made more content on this” so one day in the App Store I search smthin like “Harry pottter fanfics”. And when I tell you this was a huge mistake I mean it. I downloaded it, and it was ALL, ALL OF IT, was Harry x Draco fanfics. And I was fine with this, this was my first experience with fan fiction, so I was like “cool, I have more content of this thing I love.” BUT THE STORIES WERE SO WEIRD??????? LIKE, THERE WERE CHILDREN THEY HAD, THE SMA EONES IN EVERY FIC FOR SOME REASON, AND THEY HAD A THING WHERE DRACO WOULD TELL HARRY THAT HES GONNA HAVE TO CARRY THE NEXT BABY, AND IT WAS LIKE REALLY DOMESTIC LIFE KINDA THING BUT STILL????? AND THE WORST PART, THE WORST PART, WAS THAT THE MAIN TIME I WOULD READ THIS, ON MY IPAD AS A 9 YEAR OLD, WAS IN MY BABYSITTERS CAR IN THE PICKUP LINE TO GET MORE BROTHER FROM HIGHSCOOL, AND THE LINE ALWAYS TOOK LIKE UP TO AND HOUR ON REALLY BAD DAYS, SO I COULD READ LIKE FIVE ONE SHOTS, AND WHENEVER MY BABYSITTER ASKED WHAT I WAS READING ID SAY SMTHIN LIKE “just some Harry Potter stuff” AND SHE WAS IN HER LIKE TWENTIES AND WAS BUSY WITH COLLEGE AND BABYSITTING AND HER OWN BROTHERS SO SHE HAD NO IDEA THAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT FANAFICS AND I THIBK SHE THOUGHT I WAS ON POTTERMORE OR SMTHIN AIBWJEIEHWKSHSNSOSHSKSHDNDJD

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Potter, Turned Rouge Part 1

Summary: For some reason you had never got on with Harry’s ideals, you’d much rather be like your house mates- Slytherins. But when the real test for you comes up, can you handle the pressure?

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A/N: I’m so excited to start this! It’s my first series on this account and i honestly can’t wait! Also feel free to join my taglist!

Reader: Female, Slytherin, Harry’s Twin Sister

It was a travesty to say the least. Harry and Y/n Potter had finally become the age to begin their soon to be famous journey at Hogwarts. They’d walked in side by side, discreetly attempting to clasp their hands together under their black cloaks. Unfortunately, having to let go when Harry was called up to the odd looking hat, that had been yelling out names.

Your smile couldn’t help but spread as Harry had been placed in Gryffindor, the house he had wished for so much on the train to Hogwarts. After his new friend Ron, had told him how it was the only good house in his opinion. He grinned back at you as he passed you, patting your shoulder as he often did as the slightly older twin.

Moments later, your name had been called out by the lady with the hat, walking hesitantly up to the hat. It had sat on your head for not as long as the others, possibly 10 seconds at most. It’s decision was prompt, and also shocking- Slytherin. You had taken your seat as fast as you could, settling next to a somewhat familiar blonde boy. But your eyes where focused on your brother, sitting with Ron and Hermoine. And suddenly you knew it was the end of you both as you knew it.

-

It’d been 5 years now and things have changed much more than you had thought Hogwarts ever would go. You had early on took the liberty of not hanging out with the gryffindors to often, due to the threat of your housemates and your general safety. However that decision quickly led you to becoming an outcast throughout the school in your first and second year, except from a few people running after your name and fame.

Somehow, merlin gave you a second chance in your third year a sudden friendship blooming between you and Draco Malfoy. He wasn’t the first choice of friendship for you, and you weren’t his either but you made it work. It was quite a shock for the castle when they found out, the pair was everything but normal. A Malfoy and a Potter never really was expected especially when Harrry hated Draco, at him too.

“I think we really thrive of the unexpected, Draco. Wouldn’t you agree?” You teased softly, walking with him towards your potions class. You guys often found yourselves walking to classes and etc. together, even if he was on the other side of the castle. “I think we thrive of the fact your brother and his mudblood friends hate me, but love you. Forbidden fruit?” Draco provoked with a fond look towards you.

As soon as he said the words he knew you would be furious at one word in particular, mudblood. You despised the word- which was funny as a Slytherin- and you often went out of your way to correct Draco on his foul words. “Stop it Draco. I understand how you feel about them but don’t say it. I mean it.” You reprimanded him for what felt like the millionth time in the recent weeks since the return to Hogwarts. The once somewhat sweet boy you had known had seemed to disappear even more than you had known.

He didn’t even respond, far too entranced by your face. Draco often spent time obsessed by your beauty, physically and emotionally, being the most heavenly person to grace him. By the time he had stopped letting you consume his mind, you had reached potions. And you had pulled him by the hand behind you, luckily you couldn’t see the pink tint that had spread over his face.

-

“Line up.” Snape ordered, immediately causing a line of students to form in front of you and Draco, then before you knew it you were at the back of the line. “What are we lining up for Draco?” You inquired casually, turning your body around to now face him. Though he shrugged as an answer, before pointing with his chin towards the front of the queue. “I think it’s for Amortentia.” He guessed, shrugging his shoulders once more.

Though before you had knew it you were at the front of the queue, everyone else now at their desks, apart from Draco and you. You were rather anxious to smell your amortentia since Draco had told you. But nether the less, you moved your nose over the potion sniffing at it. The smell was familiar as you could gather, as you knew. A mix of a dark aftershave; vanilla and almond and most predominantly apple. You glanced around at the rest of the class who waited impatiently for your answer, and you reported exactly what you had smelt.

When you had reached back to your seat, a desk you shared at the back of the class with Draco Malfoy. He had began to announce his smell to the class, “Lake water, Coconut and um- home” You flinched at the words, you were almost certain that your perfume was Coconut and Lake Water. But surely, there wasn’t that many perfumes to choose from so it could be anybody’s in reality. He turned himself back to his seat, your knees touching ever so slightly.

“We have to find out who they are. Cant have my best friend being a loner.” You joked, trying to push down the feeling of hurt and embarrassment taht was fizziling in you. The look of hurt flashed across his face unbeknownst to you, he covered it up with a minimal fake smile. “Same goes for you Potter.”

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well i’m back 😁 i used to be (heart of draco) but i might branch out in the writing department who knows?

but right now my inbox is again open for writing!!!

FOR ANY HARRY POTTER CHARACTER

There’s no rules as to what I will write smut, fluff or angst even i don’t mind!

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Who We Are - A Sirius Black Imagine (part 2)

Plot: The Reader first notices Sirius at a dinner with a lot of other pureblood families. They later get to know each other at school and the reader developes feelings but she´s unsure if Sirius feels the same.      

Warnings: my english maybe, mentions of racism towards muggle-borns and muggles                

It wasn´t a suggestive or flirty smile, it just seemed so genuine but you could see something sad in his eyes.  Just as you were about to smile back at him, you heard someone tapping their glass in an effort to make a toast so you and everybody else turned around. Abraxas Malfoy and his wife were standing at the end of the entrance hall in the doorway to which seemed to be the dining room. Everyone formed some kind of circle around them and Abraxas commenced his speech: „I want to start of by thanking everyone who is here tonight for coming. Me and my wife are beyond honoured to host this year´s gala oft he sacred tewnty-eight but let´s get right tot he point and adress the elephant in the room. Every year more mudbloods are being allowed in hogwarts and thus putting people like us and our children in danger. We won´t let that happen! We have to do something!“. He then went of and explained the „critical“ situation and proposed plans that are supposed to change everything. But what shocked you suddenly is what he said at the end of his speech, even though you shouldn´t have been that surprised: „I hope we can all agree when I say that we will do everything to help the Dark Lord rise to power and put the muggles in their rightful position and finally create order in the wizarding world again. Thank you!“. Everybody applauded and cheered, even your parents. You had never heard anyone openly admit they were a death eater and when you saw your mother and father it broke your heart. Sure, you knew they thought that purebloods were superior and you might have been naive but actual followers of you-know-who? That seemed impossible to you. Still, you clapped your hand. You were surrounded by dark wizards and witches that were not known for being tolerant after all. After the applause Eudora, Abraxas´wife, cleered her throat and explained: „this year we thought it might be a good idea to give the minors their own little room; you will be over there“ she pointed to a gallery that had a dining table in it as well. Now all the guests started leaving and the adults went where they were supposed tob e, and so did you. „Great, just great“ you thought ironically. Not that you liked sitting next to your parents and listening to their conversations but at least you weren´t alone. You didn´t know any of these people and you didn´t want to. This was going tob e a long night.  You sat down somewhere near at the end of the table to avoid being part of conversations. You looked up and you saw him again; walking close to his brother and cousins but not talking tot hem, he seemed disinterested and mad, maybe even digusted. They sat down somewhere at the middle oft he table and opposite of you. You looked away, after all you didn´t want to come across as creepy. There were maybe thirty other people around your age there, some were younger than you, but not that young, fourteen maybe. Regulus was one of them but he behaved very mature, in a way that you almost felt sorry for him, you had the impression that he didn´t get tob e a child. Soon enough, house elves came in and brought the food, for which you thanked them but you were the only one who treated them at least a bit respectfully. You quietly ate your food and tried not to attract any attention. You slightly glanced at Regulus´ brother a few times and tried to remember his name, you knew you heard it before but you just couldn´t  think of it. Most people around you started talking as soon as the food came but you didn´t partake in their conversation. Bellatrix was especially loud and started talking about muggleborns and then the topic quickly changed to Hogwarts what drew your attention, you  wanted to know what the school you were about to go to was like. Suddenly, you heard somebody speak in your direction, saying your name: „Carla, I just realized i never saw you at Hogwarts, not even when we were sorted. Do you might know why?“, said Andromeda, the only Black sister you didn´t hate. You hated it when people asked you that, you didn´t want to explain everything to them mostly because you didn´t completely understood yourself why you were being homeschooled when literally everybody else went to Hogwarts. „Oh, well ist because I never went there. My parents hired teachers to teach me at home, i don´t really know why but I´ll be going there this year“, you answered nervously. You were not prepared to speak in front of everyone all of a sudden and you could tell that they were all looking at you when you looked around. When you did that you also saw that the „unknown Black brother“ was looking at you too and you quickly looked away when you locked eyes. Andromeda proceided talking: „Do you know which house you are? Most of us are Slytherin, but not all of us you know? Sirius, my cousin, is Gryffindor for example. I´m sure you know what the houses stand for“. SIRIUS! That was his name! You knew it was something similar to that! „Yes, I´m Slytherin too, weh ad to go to Hogwarts a few days ago and they used the Sorting Hat on me because they thought it would be weird form e to get sorted with all the first-years“, most oft he people around you nodded in understandment. After that you got a few more questions but after a couple of minutes everybody started talking about muggles again so you continued eating your food but you could see out oft he corner of your eye that Sirius was glancing over to you and you wondered if you had food in your hait or anything like that, anything that would explain why he was looking at you. After a while, and no change of topic, you heard somebody say „ yeah right, I think the Dark lord should just get rid of all those disgusting mudbloods at OUR school or I´ll handle it myself!“. Once again, you were shocked that people actually felt that way about other people just because of their heritage, it outraged you. You looked up to see who had sais such thing and again, you caught Sirius´ gaze and he had a similar expression as you. He rolled his eyes at you to show that he probably felt the same way. You were astonished that that boy even tried to communicate with you but you expressed that you felt the same way, subtly of course. No one could notice. A few moments later Sirius stood up and walked towards the door, you admiring his beauty while he did so. When he reached the door he turned around, looked at you and shook his head in a way that symbolized you he wanted you to follow him. Automatically, you looked around to see if he really meant you but it seemed like he did. Nobody cared to even look at him so you assumed that they wouldn´t heed you leaving, which is something you wanted to avoid at all costs. You had no idea what they might think if they did indeed took notice of you two leaving. You stood up, almost shaking and not really grasping what was happening, and fortunately nobody saw you. You walked towards Sirius and when you reached him he closed the door behind you. Your heart was beating faster than ever and your palms were sweaty; why did this Adonis want to talk to you? You had never been so nervous and confused.

editior´s note: what do you guys think of it so far? Do you like where this is going? Please feel free to send me any sort of critique

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Who We Are - A Sirius Black Imagine (part 7)

note: yes, i did already upload the first part but i decided to add more because the end didn´t feel “round”

After dinner, when you thought you could go to your dorms, an old man with a long beard stood up from the teacher´s table and walked up to a podium that was shaped like an owl and was now facing every student sitting in the hall. Dumbledore, you knew him from when your family, him and you met in the Ministry of Magic in order for you to be sorted, introduced this years´ teachers, explained the school system to the first years and welcomed them again and then told to now go to your dorms to sleep. You all stood up and you, Aviana, Elona and Andromeda exited the hall together and walked to the entrance hall. You had no idea where you had to go so you just followed the others. Not everybody seemed to be taking this way to get to their dormitories; you looked back and saw a group of Gryffindor walking in another direction. You recognized Sirius to be one of them by his hair and your eyes locked as he turned around, too. He gave you a short but genuine smile and then walked off with his friends.

In the entrance hall, Andromeda opened a huge door that looked like it belonged to an old house and pointed at the set of stairs that could be found behind it, leading down. “Time to enter the dungeons”, Aviana said behind you excitedly and the four of you started going downstairs. As soon as you reached the bottom of the stairs, you were able to see a long main corridor with high ceilings and columns that were placed symmetrically. Between some columns were other corridors but you could not see where they ended. Apparently, you were the firsts to arrive, or at least you thought so, because nobody else was to be found or heard here and neither in the smaller corridors. “Welcome to the famous Slytherin Dungeons”, exclaimed Elona and then continued: “of course everybody is allowed to be here but not that many people from other houses go here and our common room is here”. They saw your questioning face as you were wondering where exactly the common room was and led you to the end of the hallway and right in front of a plain wall made out of polished grey stone.

“Merlin”, said Andromeda, not facing anyone of you and you wondered what the hell she was talking about. But almost instantly, the stone wall parted in the middle and you finally understood that this was the entrance to your common room. The wall quickly closed behind you and you know stood in another short hallway that was made out of granite and on each side was a snake engraved into the wall. Besides that, the hallway was completely empty except for a great door at the end of it. As you got closer to it you were getting more and more thrilled and you couldn´t really believe that in about a second you were basically entering your new home. Aviana and Elona both slowly opened a side of the door each and Andromeda stood in front of you, opened her arms and declared, right when the door was opened “Welcome to the Slytherin common room, Y/N!”. They really knew how to make a scene.

 You were astounded the second you stepped a foot in the room. You always imagined it to be dark, overly green and just cold atmosphere-wise, but it wasn´t like that at all. The first thing you took notice of was that the giant room had an enormous fireplace at the end of it. The walls were made out of some sort of stone and they, as well as the ceilings, were ornate and had details of silver and gold. The room thus had an ancient and chic touch to it like chapels do but still, it felt warm and welcoming. They were a few green elements such as lamps but they didn´t stand out too much. In the front part were big tables and bookshelves were part of the walls; this was clearly a place to study, probably in groups. Further back, you could see a lot of couches that were usually placed in sets of four that resembled a square and parts of the walls were covered in old paintings and portraits of wizards. On top of the fireplace was a big silver serpent that seemed to watch over everyone in the room but the most fascinating feature were without a doubt the big windows in the back that made it possible to look inside of the lake and watch the creatures living in it. Even though it was dark outside, the moonlight shimmered through the water and dipped everything in a shade of turquoise. There were two corridors on opposite sides that led to the dorm rooms, as your friends explained after showing you around in the common rooms. The boys´ dorms were on the right site and the girls´ on the left. You entered the corridor that had more than thirty dorms and walked until the very end of it while the girls told you how everything worked:

“The number of dorms always changes depending on how many are needed and four students live in each room. We didn´t have an even number of girls in our year so we had a free bed. Also, concerning the common room, you can go their anytime you want and you can also get snacks and tea there. Oh by the way, don´t be surprised if you see Ravenclaws there, they like to go here because the lake can be really relaxing when you want to study. Plus, we get along with them very well and like to hang out at their room, too. They all know the password and you just have to solve a riddle in order to get into their room. The Hufflepuffs  visit us sometimes too because they live in the basement near the kitchen so they are very close to us but they have to know the password. Gryffindors don´t come here often because some of them think we are some kind of rivals but our houses are pretty similar. Still,, they need a password too if they want to come in. “

Finally, you reached the last door and Elona was preparing a dramatic entrance again. Thankfully, it didn´t take long and you entered your new room.

They showed you everything in the room and what now belonged to you. You charmed the clothes in your suitcase so that they sorted themselves into the closet. Then, all of you got ready for bed because you were extremely tired. You put on your pyjamas, washed your face and brushed your teeth in the attached bathroom. After you were ready for bed, you finally fell into your new bed that was big enough for two and had silver satin bedding and a frame made out of ebony. Your houses´ emblem was hanging on the wall above each bed. The lights in the room were now off but all of you had a big candle on your night stand that was lit for you to be able to see each other when talking. “So, Y/N, it´s fine if you don´t want to talk about it and I´d understand completely but...”, Andromeda suddenly said “what´s going on with you and my cousin? Not to sound controlling or anything but I was just wondering when you two entered the hall together, you know, kind of late”, she asked. You could tell that she was just asking out of curiosity and not because she was worried.

You blushed. “Oh no, god, it´s not what you think. I swear it´s not like that, we just took the boat trip with the first-graders because he said i couldn´t miss that”, you tried to explain. “I don´t know, sound kind of romantic to me, do you like him though? I wouldn´t blame you, if I had the chance...”, Aviana now commented. “Please don´t finish that sentence”, laughed Andromeda and the other three of you joined her.

“But do you?”

“I don´t know, honestly. I´ve never had a boyfriend or been in love, at least not really if you know that I mean, so I don´t know what that feels like. Besides, I barely know him so I guess I´ll have to wait and see”

“Hmm”, nodded Elona “But if you want us to help you out with him, just ask ok. I´m an amazing wing women”

“Thanks but I have to turn that offer down for now”, you chuckled.

Soon, you all went to bed. Laying there, you thought about everything that happened up until now and everything that was about to happen. You didn´t have to worry about your parents anymore, at Hogwarts you were free.

 The next morning you were woken up by the sound of by the sound of something hitting glass. You looked up and saw that an entire wall in your room was just a giant window that showed the inside of the Great Lake. You hadn´t even realized that yesterday night, probably because you were so tired, but now you took a look at the coolest feature in the room: green light was brightening up everything and right in the middle of the window was one of the merpeople floating and tapping on the glass with its scepter to wake you up. They did look a little odd but somehow you weren´t scared because you knew they meant no harm.