#hermione x alice

[theliliesofthevalley]

18+, burnt out, Sansa stan, team black. men dni.

What I Write⤶

one shots

headcanons

series

imagines

a/b/o dynamics

Rules⤶

I exclusively write wlw content, meaning I do not write for male readers

no smut

I do not write for male characters

don't spam requests, spammers will have their requests ignored

I'm willing to write targcest, but please don't make it freaky

I'm a college student, please give me a few days to a week to process a request :(

Angst 🗡 | Fluff ♡ | Headcanons ☁︎ | A/B/O ♧

.°˖✧Who I Write For ✧˖°.

ASOIAF ⤶

♖Alicent: Driftwood🗡

𓃠 Sansa

𓃠 Arya

𓆩𓆪 Daenerys

𓆩𓆪 Rhaenyra

𓆩𓆪 Baela

𓆩𓆪 Rhaela

𓆩𓆪 Helaena: In Another Life🗡♡

☾𖤓 Brienne

❀ Margaery

Le Sserafim⤶

Chaewon

Eunchae

Kazuha

Yunjin

Sakura

Harry Potter⤶

Professor Garlick

Hermione

Cho Chang

Ginny

Luna

[lilithslittleworld]

Character list!! (Requests are open)

Hello all! I'm compiling my first masterlist (I'm pretty new to all of this tbh) but I thought I'd do a little overview of what characters I write about/with and in what areas!

Divergent series:

Four (Tobias Eaton): fluff, angst, one shots, headcanons, smut

Tris: fluff, angst, one shots, headcanons, smut

Peter Hayes (SOO underrated imo): fluff, angst, one shots, headcanons, smut

Christina: fluff, one shots, headcanons, some smut.

Probably anyone else upon request unless I really dislike them.

Will: fluff, one shots, headcanons, and some smut.

Harry Potter universe:

Harry Potter: fluff, one shots, headcanons, smut

Weasleys: Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George: all fluff, one shots, headcanons, angst, and smut

Tom Riddle: some fluff,one shots, headcanons, smut, and angst.

Hermione Granger: fluff, headcanons, one shot, and smut.

Luna Lovegood: fluff, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Draco Malfoy (sometimes): angst, smut, one shots, and headcanons.

Marauders era: Remus Lupin and Sirius Black: fluff, angst, smut, one shots, and headcanons.

Twilight saga:

Bella Swan: fluff, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Cullens: Jasper, Alice, Edward (sometimes), and Carlisle upon request. All: fluff, angst, one shots, and headcanons. Smut: Alice, Jasper, and sometimes Edward and Carlise

Quileutes/Pack: Jacob, Jared, Sam (sometimes), Embry, Quil, Paul, Leah, and Seth (only fluff, absolutely no smut unless it's in the future aka everyone is an adult) All: fluff, angst, one shots, and headcanons. Smut: Jacob, Jared, Quil, Embry, Leah, Paul and sometimes Sam, sometimes.

Top Gun Fandom

Maverick: fluff, angst, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Rooster: fluff, angst, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Hangman: fluff, angst, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Phoenix: fluff, angst, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Bob: fluff, headcanons, and one shots.

The Hunger Games Series

Katniss Everdeen: fluff, angst, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Peeta Mellark: fluff, angst, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Gale Hawthorne: fluff, angst, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Finnick Odair: fluff, angst, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Anne With An 'E' Series

Anne Shirley Cuthbert: fluff, headcanons, one shots, agnst.

Gilbert Blythe: fluff, angst, headcanons, and oneshots.

Diana Barry: fluff, headcanons, one shots, and angst.

Jerry Baynard: fluff, headcanons, one shots, and agnst.

Cole Mackenzie: fluff, headcanons, and one shots.

[verboselepus]

Hello, looking for some Harry Potter Rps!

About me, 30, PST, sahm so lots of time to rp. Love talking OOC as well, gushing over our ships, sending music, photos, and more. A am lgbtq+ friendly but prefer to rp mxf only. Looking for female OOC (male characters just female muns) specifically (hard line on rping with cis males). Rp on discord usually para-novella, 3rd person only. I also do not smut, fade to black only. Also willing to do platonic rps.

Ships I'm interested in (don't do mxm) (italics who I play)

Golden Trio

Harry/Luna

Draco/Hermione

Neville/Luna

Theo/Hermione

Matteo/Hermione

Tom/Hermione (time turner AU)

Any of the above males with OC female

OC male/OC female

Marauders

Frank/Alice

Evan/Alice

Sirius/Alice

Remus/Pandora

Regulus/Pandora

James/Lily

Any of the above males with OC female

OC male/ OC female

I am only willing to play males if doubling and the same effort for your male is for your female.

Like or message me if interested!

[wholesome-holland]

riverdale masterlist!

emily’s navigation rules for requesting

jughead jones

to be added!

betty cooper

to be added!

veronica lodge

to be added!

archie andrews

to be added!

reggie mantle

to be added!

kevin keller

to be added!

cheryl blossom

to be added!

toni topaz

to be added!

sweet pea

to be added!

fangs fogarty

to be added!

josie mccoy

to be added!

fp jones

to be added!

alice cooper

to be added!

fred andrews

to be added!

hiram lodge

to be added!

hermione lodge

to be added!

[dramioneblog]

AU In the years that followed, Hermione caught the eye of King Draco I Targaryen, whose first wife, Queen Astoria Greengrass, had died, and whose small council was urging him to wed again. Ignoring all advice from his council,Draco choose Hermione as his wife. They married in 106 AC.

[in-my-feels-probably]

✨1.7K Followers Celebration✨

just hit 1700 followers, omg. thank you so much!

doing another followers celebration, of course!

please read everything carefully so i can get back to you quickly. the bolded sections are the most important. (this sounds so pretentious omg, but it’s just for my own piece of mind and to make everything clearer and easier)

also, a few things have changed for these celebrations. since i’ve gone over 1000 followers, i will be doing a celebration every few hundred followers like i did with 1200 and 1500, and doing a big one every thousand. so after this one, i won’t be doing another until the bigger one for 2000, then 2200, and the cycle will repeat from there.

because of the increased amount of submissions i get for these celebrations, i’ll be keeping the many options for fandoms, but i’ll be narrowing down the options to just two. if you're interested in more options that i've done for past followers celebrations, or you have any ideas for one, let me know and i'll include them next time!

also, because of the influx of submissions, i will be narrowing down the time i’ll be accepting asks. i’ll consider keeping them open longer next time, but i want to test a shorter window this time around. while i love writing these and i appreciate everyone participating, it takes me a while to do each one and i end up with a flooded inbox. i still accept and write requests at the same time, so i think this will make it easier to balance.

this celebration will be open for four days. starting today, january 1, ending on january 4th. please don't send anything in past night time on the 4th.

if you want to participate, keep reading :)

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the fandoms i can do this for are harry potter (marauders era or lightning era including the slytherin boys), game of thrones, house of the dragon, bridgerton, the walking dead, the hunger games (including TBOSAS), outer banks, marvel, gen v, and the grishaverse (six of crows and shadow and bone, show or books).

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option one: after picking a fandom, give me a character from that fandom you like. tell me why you like them, and/or what it is about them that made you choose them. if you really can’t choose one, give me a few. this can be either that they’re your favorite character, you platonically love them, or you romantically would be interested, it’s up to you. this part is required.

you can also give me a bit about yourself, whatever information you’re willing to share. it can be a physical description, your favorite things (like books, movies, places, music, songs, tropes), your hobbies and interests. any information about yourself that you want to share. this part is optional.

with your character, explanation, and anything you choose to share, i'll write a blurb for you with your character (either platonically or romantically, that’s up to you, please specify). the idea here is that instead of me shipping you, you instead give me the character you’d want to be shipped with (either in a best friend or romantic kind of way) and i'll write a blurb scenario thing for you and the character.

✨so to participate for this one, all you have to do is give me a character from a fandom and why you picked them, and any information about yourself you want to give me, and i’ll write you a blurb and tell you why i think your chosen character would like you.✨

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option two: this option is similar to the first, but instead of you giving me a character, you’ll instead just give me the fandom and i'll ship you with a character from it and write a blurb. just give me a bit about yourself, whatever information you’re willing to share. it can be a physical description, your favorite things (like books, movies, places, music, songs, tropes), your hobbies and interests. any information about yourself that you want to share and you think would help me give you a character, its all up to you, go wild. this part is required to get a ship.

if there are any characters from the fandom you choose that you don’t want me to consider shipping you with, let me know and i'll avoid choosing them.

for this option, if necessary, and only if you’re willing to, please specify your pronouns (and sexuality, or just say if you want me to ship you with a boy or a girl) and i’ll do my best to give you your best fit in my opinion.

i’m going to ship you (either platonically or romantically, up to you, please specify) with a character from a fandom of your choice. i’ll write a little blurb for you with the character/why i think they’d like you.

so same idea here with option one, except i'm choosing the character for you, and including why i think they’d like you (either romantically or as a friend) and then writing the blurb.

✨to participate in this one, just give me a fandom, any information you want to share about yourself, whether you want the ship to be platonic or romantic, any characters you want me to avoid, and i’ll get back to you as soon as i can with a ship and a blurb!✨

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if you have any questions, feel free to message me or submit an ask.

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i really never imagined hitting over 1K followers on here, and look where we’re at now! it’s crazy how much love and support my work has gotten, there’s so many nice and cool people on here. it’s crazy seeing all the attention my posts get. i really enjoy writing for you, and it’s such a highlight to my day seeing all the nice things people say about my work.

i just wanted to say thank you again, im gaining followers so fast and i really appreciate all the love and support with my work. very much appreciate you all and anyone who has supported my work in any way, and i hope you participate and enjoy :)

and also, my requests are still open! check out my navigation post and masterlists to see who i’m currently accepting requests for. i’m also working on multiple full length fics! if you check them out, i hope you enjoy them!

thank you again! see you later for another followers celebration :)

[janisaiansarkijsan]

is janis from mean girls actually lesbian

[ragana62]

So I had grand intentions of posting daily for fictiber, but then I got sick a few days ago. I do have parts (or most, or in a few cases all) of the fics planned for the missing days done, and will hopefully have them all up soon once my brain lets me write coherent sentences again.

I do still very much want to talk about my favorite blorbos though, so while I am wrangling my brain into submission, feel free to hit me up to talk head cannons/sneak previews of the late fics/squee about characters/whatever else.

What we are missing (in case you need inspo of what to ask about):

Day 17:

-Fandom: Harry Potter

-Pairing: Hermione x Kingsley (because of course I had to)

-Prompt: Only One Bed

-Song: Number 1 by Goldfrapp

-Details: you know there’s smut, miscommunication (though it’s more with their friends who made the arrangements than each other)

Day 18:

-Fandom: Harry Potter

-Pairings: Hermione x Fred x George

-Prompt: Bewitched

-Song: So Into You by B*Witched

-Details: Another entry in our Hermione x George x Fred unintentional series, picking up where the last left off, fluffy and developing relationship vibes

Day 19:

-Fandom: HOTD

-Pairing: Aemond x Helaena

-Prompt: Yarn

-Song: Chains of Love by Erasure

-Details: marriage of convenience vibes but it’s not exactly convenient for anyone else

Day 20:

-Fandom: Rosaline

-Pairing: Dario x Rosaline

-Prompt: Written but Not Sent

-Song: All The Words We Don’t Say by Hiatus Kaiyote

-Details: love and hate letters, not quite enemies to friends to lovers vibes

Day 21 (because it probably will be late):

-Fandom: HOTD

-Pairing: Rhaenys x Corlys

-Prompt: Bonfire

-Song: Venus by Shocking Blue

-Details: cute and fluffy and romantic, early relationship

Day 22 (hopefully I’ll have them all up this day):

-Fandom: HOTD

-Pairings: Alicent x Rhaenys, Alicent x Corlys, and Rhaenys x Corlys

-Prompt: Heirloom

-Song: Knights in Shining Karma by XTC

-Details: lots of pining and realization of sexuality and coming into her own for Alicent with some good protective Rhaenys vibes and Corlys just being very in love with his wife, little bit of smut though it’s a bit complicated

[thoughtsofafruit]

My favourite Harry Potter ships

Pandorlene (Pandora/Dorcas/Marlene)

Nobleflower (Narcissa/Alice)

Frank/Kingsley (I haven't figured out the shipname)

Jegulus (James/Regulus)

Theo/Blaise (I don't know their ship name)

Fleurmione (fleur/Hermion)

Perciver (Percy/Oliver)

Flintwood (Oliver/Marcus)

[nidamae-approvedhpfanfics]

PART 2:

Harry Potter and the Order Defying Dark Lords

Harry Potter just wants to fly, throw pottery, and spend time his girlfriend Hermione. That can be difficult when a dark lord is after you. The young Lord Potter has already dealt with one threat and has the nightmares to prove it. Now, on the distant horizon, is a new threat. Rather, an old one. Rated M for a reason.

Harry Potter, M, English, Adventure & Family, chapters: 10, words: 75k+, favs: 245, follows: 336, updated: Aug 17 published: Mar 23, [Harry P., Hermione G.] Sirius B., Alice L.

[alicedopey]

A Malfoy Anniversary

Fandom: Harry Potter

Genre: AU, Fluff, tiny bit of angst

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger

Words: 2014 (Gosh, I suck at drabbles)

Warning: Draco is in love (Yes, it's a warning)

Summary: Draco and Hermione celebrate their first wedding anniversary.

A/N: Another request for my 500 followers celebration. Prompts are in bold. This one was written for @mzliterarydreamer, hope you'll enjoy it.

The table was set beautifully; the finest tableware, lit candles and petals of roses all over a lovely tablecloth. The dinner was simmering in the kitchen and her gift was carefully hidden where she would not look. 

Everything was perfect, Draco thought proudly, admiring his handiwork. It had taken quite some time and some help from Blaise – who did not hide his amusement – but everything was perfectly ready to celebrate his first wedding anniversary with the one and only Hermione Granger.

Blaise had been more than skeptical when Draco had mentioned a simple celebration at home but Draco knew it would be deeply appreciated by Hermione. She has been very nervous and constantly exhausted for some time now. He wanted his wife to relax. 

His wife.

Life could take the weirdest turns, he thought with a smile. Who would have thought that Draco Malfoy could date, then marry one member of the famous Golden Trio? No one, and certainly not the lovebirds in question. To say it had been easy would have been a lie. 

Both heartbroken, they had met randomly at Diagon Alley and ended up in bed, using each other for some rebound sex. It slowly turned into a friends with benefits agreement that Draco wanted to keep secret. He had sensed Hermione did not fully agree but she eventually caved. It lasted six months until a bloke had the foolish idea to flirt with Hermione at a party they both attended. For the first time in his life, Draco had seen red and punched the man, exposing their relationship. Hermione had gotten mad and had reminded him that hiding them from everyone was his idea in the first place. Draco had apologized and told Hermione he loved her in front of every guest, her friends included. He had ignored the collective gasps and had kissed her. Hermione had kissed him back, told Draco she loved him too and that was the real beginning of their love story. 

Her friends had been a little wary at first but they had accepted him in the end…except for Weasley. When they had moved in together, he had finally realized their relationship was serious and his behavior softened a bit. Let’s just say he tolerated Draco for Hermione’s sake…and vice versa. His side still remained reluctant but at least his mother accepted Hermione, such as Blaise did. He did not care about the others, his father included. He had finally learned to be happy without Lucius’s endorsement. Now, he was happy and so was Hermione. That was more than enough for him.

The sudden crack of in the air notified him his wife just apparated. He heard her heels clicking on the floor as she walked into the main room. She hugged him from behind and kissed his cheek. 

“Good evening, Mr. Malfoy.”

“Good evening, Mrs. Malfoy.” He replied joyfully. “How’s the deputy minister of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement?”

“Exhausted.” She sighed. “But more than ready to celebrate our anniversary.”

“I hope so.” He turned and took her in his arms. “I planned pretty nice things just for you.”

“I can see that.” She said, tilting her head on the side to admire the table above his shoulder. “That’s beautiful Draco, thank you.”

“Anything for my lady.” He leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. “Why don’t you take a nice hot shower while I finish cooking dinner?”

She smiled at him. “Great idea, Mr. Malfoy. Gives me time to pamper myself and get all beautiful for you.”

She let go of him after a last kiss and made her way to the bathroom. Draco watched her leaving then headed to the kitchen to check on their dinner. When Hermione went back a few minutes later, Draco had just finished serving the food in their plates.

“It smells delicious.”

“And you look delicious.” She had put on a long green silk dress that fit her curves perfectly.

She gave him a radiant smile. “Anything for my man.” 

They exchanged a look before bursting out laughing. 

“Aren’t we cheesy today?” She asked once they calmed down.

“We sure are…but I love it.”

“I love it too.”

He bowed before her and invited her to join him. Hermione walked to the table and Draco pulled out her chair for her to sit on. She did and he gently pushed it back before taking his place at the table.

“Wine, Mrs. Malfoy?”

“I’d rather drink water if you don’t mind. I’m so exhausted I would end up falling asleep right on the table if I drank one drop of alcohol.”

She seemed a bit nervous and Draco thought for a second that she was hiding something before he realized she probably did not wish to upset him.

“It’s alright.” He assured in a soothing voice. “Maybe a class of champagne for dessert?”

“Yes, maybe…now, can we taste this wonderful food because I’m famished.”

Draco laughed at her enthusiasm. “Of course, dig in.”

As a matter of fact, Hermione was truly famished because she finished her plate pretty quickly. She gave Draco a sheepish look when she saw him smirking at her once he had finished his own plate. “Sorry but I hadn’t eaten all day and…”

Draco frowned. “Why? I’m sure you could have taken the time to eat.”

“It’s not that.” She protested. “I just did not feel really well this morning…”

“What do you mean?” Draco was worried by now. “Are you sick?”

“No, no, no, Draco”. She put her hand on his to comfort him. “It was just some stress and I feel better now.” She stroked his skin with her thumb. “Your dinner was delicious. I know it’s not the first time I’m telling you this but you should definitely cook more.”

Draco felt a little bit better at her words but he could tell Hermione was really hiding something this time. All of a sudden, he remembered what Blaise had told him when he mentioned Hermione’s nervousness and his heart clenched in his chest.

“Draco, look at me.” He did and met her reassuring smile. “I am fine, I swear. Don’t worry about me.”

“Alright…still got some place for some strawberries and cream?”

Her smile widened. “You know me too well, Draco Malfoy.”

She squeezed his hand and he squeezed back. “I’ll tell you what, Hermione Malfoy. Go and get cozy on the sofa. I’ll bring the dessert there.”

Once she was gone, Draco cleared the table and cleaned everything in the kitchen with the help of magic this time. He took the strawberries and the cream out of the fridge, set them on a tray with two glasses of champagne. 

He looked at them with a frown, remembering she had refused to drink. Maybe she was sick…but she looked fine except from the constant fatigue and her nervous behavior. Maybe Blaise was right then, there was something else. Draco felt the pang in his chest again. No, he berated himself. It was impossible. 

He put on a smile, took the tray and made his way to the living room. Hermione was waiting for him on the sofa with a package at her feet. His worries completely evaporated when he saw her smiling so sincerely. He put the tray on the coffee table and sat down next to his wife on the sofa.

Hermione took a strawberry and dug it into the cream before biting into it. “Delicious.”

Draco’s eyes darkened as he watched her eat the piece of fruit. When she was done enjoying it, he leaned over her to lick the last remnants of cream on the corner of her mouth. He attacked her mouth and she kissed him back feverishly. When they pulled apart from each other, they were both breathless.

“I got a little something for you.” Draco summoned a long and blue velvet box which landed on Hermione’s lap.

“Oh Draco, you’ve done enough already. The dinner was exquisite and…”

“Open up.” He softly cut her off.

Hermione took the box in her hands and opened it, revealing a bracelet made of gold with the sweetest charm attached to it: the letter D and the letter G entangled. The D enclosed a red ruby and the G enclosed a deep green emerald. 

“Gryffindor and Slytherin swapping their colors to show how we became one. You like it?”

Hermione’s eyes were glistening with tears. “I love it, Draco. Thank you.”

Draco took the charm bracelet from the box “The salesman said you could add as many charms as you’d like. Who knows? Maybe the initials of a little Granger-Malfoy production.” He added as he clasped the bracelet on her wrist.

“Draco…”

“I know, I know…you just got a promotion and you want to wait but it’s just a thought.”

“Draco…” Hermione touched his hand and he tilted his head up to look at her. “Open your gift, now.”

She handed him the package he had seen earlier. Draco discovered a plush dragon with an envelope tucked between his paws.

“Go on.” Hermione encouraged him. “Open it.”

Draco took the envelope, opened it and unfolded the paper it contained. He let out a shaky breath when he read its contents.

“You’re pregnant?” He asked in a whisper.

“Hmm hmm”. Tears were rolling down her cheeks but she was smiling. “Are you happy?”

“Happy?” He embraced her cautiously, scared to hurt her. “I’m ecstatic. This is wonderful news.” He pulled back to look at her. “What about your job though? I know how important it is.”

“Don’t worry about my job. It will be here when I get back.” She pecked his cheek. “Our family is more important. I was really happy when I found out a few days ago, you know…and I’m certain your mother will be too.” She winked at him.

His mother has been not so subtly asking for grandchildren since they got married. She would be very happy, indeed. Draco looked at het flat stomach and his eyes widened at the sudden realization.

“Now I get why you were so nervous and nauseous. You got me so worried. At first, I thought you were sick then Blaise said…” He stopped himself when Hermione narrowed her eyes. 

“Draco…I thought we agreed on the fact that Blaise’s advices on relationships were not the best.” She crossed her arms. “What did he say now?”

Draco sighed. “He said…he said you wanted to leave me and were too nervous to tell me.”

“What?” She exclaimed, standing up abruptly. “And you believed him?”

Draco gulped loudly. “Not at first but…I could tell something was not normal and you would not say anything.”

“I was not sure and when I got the results, I wanted to surprise you tonight.” She snapped.

“I got that now…but it did not seem so crazy when he said it. I mean, I’m not a really good catch now. A jobless former Death Eater does not make the perfect husband and you are Hermione Granger.”

Her gaze softened. “Oh Draco, after all we went through, you still believe that?” She sat back down next to him and cupped his cheeks. “Don’t you get it? Do I need to repeat my wedding vows? I’m nothing without you. You are my heart, body and soul.”

Draco put his hands on hers and smiled. “Now who is being cheesy again?” He entwined their hands before pulling them away from his face. He leaned in for a kiss.

“I love you Mrs. Malfoy.”

“As I love you Mr. Malfoy.”

He let go of her hands and put his on her still flat stomach. He was already picturing it swollen with his child and it made his made his heart swell. “I can’t wait to meet the little guy…or girl.” He added when he felt Hermione’s reproachful glare on him. “I even have ideas for the name.”

“Oh, me too!” Hermione replied excitedly.

Draco groaned. “Please, don’t tell me it’s Harry or Ronald.”

“Of course not!” Hermione laughed then a smirk appeared on her face. “What about Neville though?”

Tagging (feel free to ask if you want to be added or removed): @naaladareia@mzliterarydreamer

[regulusblaxxk]

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・Narcissa Malfoy

・Phineas Black

・Horace Slughorn

・Millicent Bulstrode

・Vincent Crabble

・Gregory Goyle

・Dolores Umbridge

・Walden Macnair

・Fenrir Greyback

・Avery

・Corbin Yaxley

・Gibbon

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・Alphard Black

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**Ravenclaw**

・Gilderoy Lockhart

・Padma Patil

・Rolf Scamander

・Victoire Weasley

・Rita Skeeter

**Hufflepuff**

・Hannah Abbott

・Ernie McMillan

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Others

Kreature

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Dobby

Hedwig

[luckyquaffle]

Hope you're ready for another story poll, because here it is!

Not to worry though, the next chapter coming up is Professor Potter. Just making this poll now so that it is decided when I am ready to move onto the next story!

We're moving back to a longer-story format for this one, since I think it fits my style a bit better than the one-shots.

For this vote, we have three story ideas:

The MILFs of Wizarding Britain

As the Man-Who-Conquered, Harry is the wet dream of every witch in Wizarding Britain. Lily, being the proud mother that she is, can't help but parade her son around to all of her friends. Little does Lily know, however, exactly what goes on behind closed doors and why her friends are so infatuated with him...

Harry and the Cheerleader Team

Harry is the superstar of the English National Quidditch Team, and that brings with it certain perks, including the infatuation of every member of the National Cheerleader Team.

A Hot Summer at The Burrow

Harry, Hermione, Ginny and Molly go at it over the summer break at The Burrow!

If you have any other ideas or characters you would see included in future stories, don't hesitate to leave a comment or send me a DM!

[sunnami]

❝time will tell.❞

[credits to the original artist of the photo!! can't seem to find their @ anywhere. title is taken from jane austen's persuasion, as was the first part.]

summary. ❝you are loved. and harry thinks there is no better description that that.❞

pairing/s. poly!mauraders + lily x reader.

word count. 9.5k.

tags. reader is referred to mum, with she/her pronouns[!], canon-typical violence [!], canon-typical deaths mentioned[!], very brief marauders as soldiers of the order[!], creepy old men being creepy[!], child abuse[!], pureblood arranged marriages, a minor character expresses wanting to die[!], Depressed and Traumatized Slytherins, the capital is important[!], themes of misogyny [!], teen boys fuck around and find out there are consequences to their actions, THERE IS ACTUALLY A LOT OF FLUFF, I PROMISE YOU, angst, children lose their baby teeth up until the age of twelve!! google said so!! not proofread we die like dobby the free elf

note. damn, i cried, you cried, we all crode. tbh, the first part was only intended as a oneshot, sdfkhdf, but when i re-read it, i thought that i could have expanded on more details,, so now here we are!! i love it more than the first part ueueue. thank you all so so so much for the kind comments :((( please please enjoy the second part to this installment!! part one

HARRY JAMES POTTER was only a few months old when you died at the hands of Voldemort — or as strangers have told him every time they ravaged his personal space and ogled at his scar. They said it was a quick death, better than what had happened to Alice and Frank Longbottom. But that was all they’ve ever said about your death. Unfortunate; caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, entirely different from the pedestal James and Lily have been put on by the wizarding society. 

At first, Harry had wondered if it was due to your blood relations, being the daughter of a renowned Death-Eater, heiress to the fortune of a pureblood House. Harry can’t even count the amount of conspiracy theories he’s read or heard to his face that it must have been you who betrayed James and Lily, and not Sirius Black. 

Even Hermione’s shared to him a theory that your death was faked to surrender your loyalty completely to Voldemort — of course, Hermione was eleven at the time, head full of books and her favorite theories, and Harry’s already forgiven her. But there’s a part of him that despises the way he’s never known the full truth about his parents, just bits of information dangled in front of him like bait for people [read: the Dursleys] to get him to do what they want, to act like the way they want. Until Remus and Sirius, you were a stranger to him, really.

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(1976; CURRENTLY, IN THE PAST.)

IT IS RATHER UNFORTUNATE that Madam Pince has already taken her position as the unbearable librarian at this point in time. The woman gives Harry and you a pointed look as you slam the large book onto one of the tables — to Harry’s surprise, you glare right back at her. You’re awfully flushed, however, blushing cheeks betraying the fire in your eyes; it must have been from when Remus escorted the two of you to the library; he had tried to brush your hand with his pinky, to which you had responded with a startled hiss — Remus only smiled and chuckled at you, and Harry swears he’d like to forget that entire interaction because he saw literal stars in Remus’s eyes.

Jumping back in time and potentially causing chaos? Fun. 

Meeting your parents? Definitely fun, in the strangest of ways. 

But watching them pine and fall for each other? Not so fun. 

Nonetheless, he hesitantly takes the seat across yours and watches you flip through the pages until you land on a chapter with the large, bold letters: THE CURIOUS CASE OF ELOISE MINTUMBLE — Time-Travel and Its Many Dangers. He meets your gaze with a sheepish grin, mustering a look of innocence; except the puppy dog eyes only worked when he was nine — you are not amused. 

You slide the book towards him, scarily resembling Molly Weasley when she’s miffed with the twins. “You are aware, right, that just by existing here you’ve changed the future? Your future? And, that’s not even the worst thing that could happen.” 

Harry sulks. “Yes, mum.” He prefers not to think about it, actually, it makes his head hurt. 

“Don’t call me that in public!” You whisper heatedly, looking over your shoulder to check if anyone had heard him — to your luck, the library was empty, save for a Hufflepuff that was passed out on top of his books. “The less people that know about this, the better. It’s bad enough we told Potter about you. Do you even know what you’re going to do?” 

“Considering I was thrown here against my will, no.” Harry shrugs. “And to be honest, I was just going to obliviate the people who asked too many questions.”

You reach over to smack his head, scowling.

“Ow! That hurt!” Harry rubs the sore spot as he grumbles petulantly. “This is technically child abuse, did you know that?” 

You roll your eyes. “Do you at least have a plan to get home?” 

“Of course I do,” Harry retorts with a scoff, “Her name is Hermione Granger.” 

“Hopeless.” You groan exasperatedly. “Absolutely hopeless.” 

Harry only grins in response. For a brief moment, he forgets about the present — his reality where the skies are bleak and home is where he knows the feeling of loss more than the warmth of his own parents’ embrace. He lets himself forget, and pretends he isn’t the Boy Who Lived. Just some random boy who’s pestering his mother �� even if she likes to deny the inevitability of being romanced by the Marauders, (except for Wormtail because Harry would eat troll slime before he ever lets that happen.)

“Right then,” You say after your tangent — which Harry tuned out when he hears the words, be responsible. “If I’m going to help you get back home—” 

Harry’s heart drops to his stomach; as selfishly as it sounds, he didn’t want to go home just yet — not to where people just took and took from him. He’s exhausted. Still, he puts up a front of being excited to be returned to his timeline. It’s for the greater good, of course, because his existence — present or past — is always somehow a threat to the wizarding society. 

“—you need to answer this one question for me.” Your voice drops lower as you stare at him intently, lips pressed firmly. 

Harry nods slowly. “As long as it’s within reason, yeah.” 

You inhale sharply. “Do I outlive Dolores Umbridge?” 

The wince escapes Harry before he can even stop it. 

That’s all the answer you need, apparently. Your mouth hangs open in disbelief, eyes nearly bulging out of your head as you slam your hands down onto the table surface, shrieking.

“That slimy bitch!” 

Needless to say, the two of you are kicked out of the library.

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(1970; ORIGINAL TIMELINE.)

YOU ARE ELEVEN when your father introduces you to Ferguson, commonly known as Fergus, Bulstrode. He smiles at you with a leer, eyes hungrily dipping to the neckline of your dress. You grit your teeth as you hold out your hand for him to take — you almost shudder at the feel of his lips on your cheek. You eagerly take a step back away from him, hoping your father won’t notice the way you shy from Ferguson’s touch. You’re not dull, you fully understand the implications of this introduction and the way Ferguson is complaining to you about his third wife’s passing — as if you were the solution to his loneliness. Bile rises to your throat, and you shove it down with a forced laugh at your father’s jokes about Mudbloods. From across the room, Allegra Greengrass stares at you in sympathy, and you send her a glare — you do not need anyone’s pity. 

The corset your mother laced on too tight is suffocating you; this whole Yule extravaganza made for elitist purebloods is suffocating you; and yet, you smile and greet every red-lipped witch your mother introduces you to. For hours, you pretend, and you pretend. By the time the guests have left, you wonder if you have any more of yourself to give. 

You manage to convince your mother to let you slip away for the night. Without missing a beat, you rush outside and into the garden labyrinth, lest old Ferguson snatches you up for a dance and let his gaze wander elsewhere. For the first time since the sun had set, your aching feet finally find some relief. You drop onto the edge of the stone fountain as you toss your heels to the side. You begin working your fingers through your hair, ripping the glittery ribbons from your head. It’s not until you’re unclasping your necklace that you realize you are crying. Tears fall from your eyes, and they sink deep into the fabric of your dress. 

You barely hold back your sobs. Your chest heaves as you hiccup; your vision goes blurry as your fingers grow numb. There’s nothing you can do but cry. 

You’ve used up all your smiles for tonight. 

But then, the sadness turns into resentment and then turns into indignation. Harshly, you wipe the tears from your eyes as you rip a violent scream from your throat. 

You sink to the ground, perfectly polished nails digging into the soil as you gather patches of grass and tear them from the roots. You throw a handful of mud at the marble statues. You grab another fistful of mud, scream, then bash your head against the garden floor. You let out another cry, whimpering as you curl into yourself; shivering as a gust of wind brushes against your skin. Surprisingly enough, this is the most human you’ve ever felt. This is the most you have ever felt — period. 

When hiccups regress into soft sniffles, you lay on your back, watching the stars float above. As the last of your tears slide down your cheek, you lift a shaky hand to trace the constellation in the sky. It’s not a familiar one to you, but then— 

“That’s Sirius.” 

You sit upright in a snap, wiping away the wetness from your eyes as you muster a mean glare at the newcomer.

Sirius Black.

“Oh, none of that,” He tells you when you move to stand. There’s barely any emotion on his face and it irks you that you can’t figure out what he’s planning. What you don’t expect is for him to sit beside you, thereby ruining his expensively tailored suit. 

“You’ll get creases,” You scold him instinctively, nose scrunched — but your voice is hoarse; too tired to put up any pretences. “Your mother will be cross with you.” 

Sirius scoffs, laying his head on the dirt, making sure to smear his sleeves with grass stains. “Walburga can go fall in a ditch and die for all I care.”

You gasp. “That’s horrible!” 

Sirius gives you a look. “You don’t believe that.” 

You really don’t, but you don’t have the courage to admit it either. 

After a few moments of silence, Sirius asks, raising a brow, “So who was that?”

“Who was who?” You stare at him with knitted brows, toying with your fingers. You still can’t wrap your head around how weird this is — sitting with Sirius Black in the middle of your mother’s hedge maze, your once bright blue dress now sullied at the ruffles, eyes bloodshot and your hair a frizzy mess. (Sirius thinks you look cute, though; especially with your missing front tooth that peeks out every time you talk to him.) 

“Bald guy, older than Merlin himself.” Sirius makes a face. “Looks like a troll. Smells like one, too.”

A giggle flutters past your lips, and your hands fly to your mouth. You really shouldn’t be bad-mouthing your guests, but Sirius was right — Ferguson really did act like an ugly troll. You sigh, letting your arms fall to your side. “My betrothed.” 

Sirius nods in understanding. “My mother tried to set me up with my own cousin once.” 

You grimace. “Which cousin?” 

He sits on his knees to face you, and with a very solemn face, he says, “Bellatrix.”

This time, you laugh freely, throwing your head back as Sirius pouts at your amusement. “O-Oh, that’s golden.” 

“No, it’s not,” says Sirius, lips twitching as he watches you snort like a pig through your giggles. “It’s horrible. A literal nightmare. You should feel awful for me.” He pokes your stomach, and it just makes you laugh harder, eyes disappearing into your smile. “Oi. I said feel awful, not take the piss out of me.” 

“S-Sorry.” You wheeze, batting away his hand pulling at your cheek. “I just can’t imagine Bellatrix in a white wedding dress and saying her vows to you.”

“That’s disgusting.” Sirius gags. “You’re horrible, I hope you know that.” 

When you finally calm down and Sirius tickles your bare feet until you cry in surrender, the two of you lay on the grass as he points out each constellation to you. Later, he fishes a small box of sugar mice from his pocket and offers it to you, opening one for himself. “Here’s to shitty parents and the one day we get to decide our own future.” 

You bump your squeaky candy mice against his. “Cheers, Black.” 

“Will you go to Hogwarts next year?” He asks you once he’s bitten off the tail of his mice. 

You nod. 

Sirius shifts on his side, holding his pinky out to you. “We’ll be friends when school starts?”

Again, you nod, wrapping your pinky around his. “Friends.” 

The next September comes, Sirius finds a compartment and one James Potter in it. You sit with Allegra Greengrass and Endora Lestrange on the way to Hogwarts. You are sorted into Slytherin, and Sirius finds freedom and a home in Gryffindor. You play the role created just for you; you lift your nose at those beneath you, adorn yourself in custom-made silk clothing, and carry yourself with the etiquette of a pure-blooded lady. Perfect grades, perfect hair, perfect clothes, always picture perfect.

You pretend that Allegra doesn’t throw up in the evenings from the fear of getting married to a man twice her age. You pretend that you don’t notice Endora sleep-walking and begging for her mother to save her from her father. You pretend that under your blankets, in the Slytherin dungeon, you are safe. 

You pretend that it doesn’t hurt when Sirius looks at you in disappointment when you shove a Hufflepuff student to the ground for getting a higher score than you in Charms.

They call you an ice-princess behind your back, and you overhear some of the fifth-years calling you foul words as well, and no one steps in to stop them; there’s no defending a Slytherin, after all. But you are keeping your head above treacherous waters, and you suppose that is all that matters.) 

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(1976; CURRENTLY, IN THE PAST.)

“SO ACCORDING TO THIS, Eloise was stuck in 1402 for five days until she was retrieved to the present, which means we only have four days left to figure out a way for you to get back home.” 

Harry sinks into his chair, arms crossed over his chest. The two of you had found an empty classroom to discuss your plans away from inquisitive ears. “What’s the rush?” It’s unfair, he’d only just met you, and now he’s losing time with you. 

You sigh. “Harry, Eloise Mintumble spent five days in the past and when she came back, her body aged five centuries, and she died in St. Mungos. It’s not just about altering the whole timeline, you could actually die.” 

When you are met only with silence, you close the book, frowning. “Harry? What’s wrong?” 

Harry swallows the lump in his throat, looking out the window to avoid your gaze. “What do you know about the Mirror of Erised?” 

Your head tilts in confusion. “That it shows our heart’s deepest desire.” 

“Yeah,” says Harry, nodding. “I was eleven when I found it.” 

“Oh, Harry. . .” 

It’s almost pathetic how quickly his eyes water. “Did you know, before today, I hadn’t known at all what your voice sounded like?” 

You stay quiet, and Harry sucks in a shaky breath. 

“When I looked into the mirror, I saw my parents—all of you. There I was, in the middle. You were behind me—happy.” Harry swipes a tear from his eye. “I wanted to stay in that room, stare at that mirror forever.”

“It’s—”

“Dangerous, I know.” He laughs bitterly. “Just like finally being able to meet you all here.”

“Harry, you aren’t supposed to be here in the first place,” You say quietly, eyes drooping sadly. 

“I know that!” He exclaims desperately. “But is it so selfish to just want some time? I don’t want an illusion, I want the real thing. A real family. Why can’t I have that? Bloody Malfoy gets everything he wants, and what do I have?” 

“Your friends,” You tell him firmly. “Your friends who must be worried sick that you’re gone and must be going great lengths to bring you back.” 

“I know.” Harry wilts. He’s got Remus at home, too, who probably needs him more than ever after Sirius’s death. “I know. But can’t I just have this one thing?” 

You purse your lips for a moment, brows furrowed in thought. Then, you break the silence with: “Do you want to hear a story?”

“What?” Harry croaks, peering at you through wet lashes. 

Shrugging, you say, “Stories to remember us by. I’ve got six years worth of stories and then some. I know it’s not much, and you’ve probably heard some of these already from the others in the future, but it’s better than nothing, right?” You lean against the back of your chair, glancing at the wall clock before grinning at Harry. “We’ve got time to spare, anyway.” 

Harry manages a smile, setting down his glasses before rubbing his stinging eyes with the handkerchief you offer him. He figures this is what Remus means when you’re the gentlest creature he’s ever known — just not gentle in what the world expects you to be. 

“What do you say, Harry? I give you tidbits of the past, and you tell me if you know anything about the next Triwizard champion, so I can place my bets in advance.”  

Harry snickers. “Not a chance, mum.” 

“Worth a try.” And the smile you give him is nearly blinding. 

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(1977; ORIGINAL TIMELINE.)

YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND what it is about Gryffindors and their hobby of invading others’ personal space. 

A year into dating and James likes to shove his head under your shirt, claiming he loves the sound of your heartbeat — but you know really what he wants to nestle his head in between. The amount of cashmere blouses he’s ruined is absurd! Sirius has a hobby of tracing runes on the plane of your stomach. Lily prefers it when you sit in front of her, just within reach where she can wrap her arms around you and rest her head on your shoulder. Remus tends to lag behind the group when he notices you walking slower due to your leg flaring up. He kisses the side of your head and promises to chase the pain away — sappy poetic that he is. And in the moments where all five of you are together, tucked under a wide alcove, you can best believe there is no escaping what they like to call, a cuddle pile. Limbs are tangled, kisses are shared, and confessions of love are whispered. 

Before them, you hadn’t really known the different ways to love and be loved. 

Onto the pressing matters at hand, you discover that the brazen show of affection extends to their parents as well. Particularly, the Potters. After a year, you finally caved into James’s requests for you to spend the holidays at their manor, since the others have already made a space for themselves there, and James had said it would be an honor for you to feel at home with his parents, too. Honestly, you spoil them too much — one look into his bright, wide eyes and you gave in. James didn’t even care that you brought two luggages for clothes alone; he lifted each bag with delight and with ease. 

(Remus had the audacity to laugh when he caught you and Sirius staring at James’s flexed muscles, mouth wide open. 

“As I have said, Remus Lupin, I do not drool!”

“Sure, dove, whatever you say.”)

But now, you really aren’t so sure of your decision. 

“Oh, she’s beautiful, Jamie!” Euphemia encases you in a bear hug the moment you step inside the manor. You’re engulfed in the scent of cinnamon and burnt sugar. You stiffen as she cradles your face in between her palms, smiling ever so fondly at you, cooing about how precious you look, much like a mother would — and how your mother never did. You wonder if this is what you’ve been missing all along — the thought stabs you right in the heart. “Please excuse the mess, dear, we haven’t had the chance to clean up yet, Monty and I are excited to try the recipe Lily owled to us the other day, you see.” 

“I-It’s okay,” You rasp, struggling to hold back the tears. 

“Oh, what a darling you are!” Euphemia smiles and ushers you further inside. “Come, come. The others are right upstairs. You must be tired from the train ride. It is so lovely to finally meet you. Make yourself at home, dear heart — James Fleamont Potter! Give your mama a kiss this instant! Don’t think introducing your girlfriend will distract me from the fact you didn’t owl me letters for two months straight!” 

James whines as he hides behind you. “Mum, I’m seventeen, stop embarrassing me.” 

Euphemia scoffs, hands snapping to her hips. “You’re going to be my baby boy forever, now come here.” 

With a shy smile, you step away to surrender James to his mother — you don’t understand which part of this is embarrassing; you wish for a mum who’d welcome you home like that, with unconditional love and kind eyes. James squawks and calls you a traitor, just before his mum attacks him with loud, exaggerated kisses to his cheek, leaving lipstick stains all over his face. You hide a laugh behind your palm, ignoring the way your heart pangs at the sight of their unrestrained smiles. Euphemia lets her son go after a few more seconds, cackling at the masterpiece she’s created on a grumbling James, who’s rubbing his skin to erase his mother’s affections. She hugs you once more before setting you off, telling you to meet Fleamont after you’ve unpacked. 

Just as you reach the foot of the stairs, you hear a girlish squeal, then the sound of rapid footfall against each wooden step. Lily greets the two of you by jumping off the last step and wrapping each arm around yours and James’s neck. “Welcome home, Jamie!” She captures his lips with her own before doing the same to you, cupping your cheek lovingly, “So happy you made it, princess! How was the ride here?” 

You were never a fan of traveling by Floo; it made you nauseous after, and left you with a pounding headache for hours. Without hesitation, the others offered to accompany you on the train, but you insisted they Floo ahead to Godric’s Hollow — it took a lot of convincing, but they finally agreed, (they’re not the only ones spoiled; they couldn’t refuse you, too.) With the exception of James, who wanted to be there when you saw his home for the first time. You nearly cried when you saw how well-loved their manor was; rose shrubs dipped in snow, Sirius’s motorcycle parked outside, a mailbox with poorly painted shapes, the fences covered in Christmas lights, and the amount of shoes by the door. From outside, you could hear the laughter and warm conversations. 

“It was fine,” You say in a daze.

Lily sees right through you — and frowns sadly. “You alright?” 

Were you? 

You catch sight of the moving photographs of James and you finally reach your breaking point. There’s a swell in your throat that you can’t seem to push down. There’s a photo of James, Lily, Remus and Sirius; James is in his Quidditch jersey, raising the Golden Snitch high up in the air, Remus is twirling Lily, his arms around her waist, and Sirius is holding up a charmed banner that says: Gryffindor Rules! Slytherin Sucks! Except For My Darling Angel Love Of My Life Most Beautiful And Gorgeous Perfect Brilliant Girlfriend! 

There are hints of life all around the manor. Remus’s textbooks and scarf are laid by the coffee table. Lily’s O.W.L. marks are framed on the wall, along with Dumbledore’s letters to James and Lily awarding them the position of Head Girl and Head Boy, as well as McGonagall’s previous letter to Remus that came with his Prefect badge years ago. There’s a spot dedicated to Peter, filled with a photograph of him awkwardly holding his Herbology test, one that he scored a hundred and twelve percent on. It’s a wall dedicated to them, you realize. 

Then, you find it. 

Right there, up above James’s spot, and beside Sirius’s display of beyond perfect Transfiguration exam marks, and a picture of him and Remus kissing each side of your face. 

It’s a space on that wall just for you. 

James follows your gaze and rubs the back of his head, ears tinged with a shade of deep pink. “Mum left a space when I first told her about you. I-It’s yours, you can put anything you want there.” 

“I can’t,” You whisper, lips quivering as your heart cracks into a million pieces. It’s too much. 

James blinks. “Can’t? It’s yours, I promise. Mum won’t mind. You can even hang your dumb Montrose Magpies poster and I won’t tear it down — Marauders’ honor. I can help you if you want. I-I’m not good as decorating as Lily, but I paid attention to your boring explanation of color theory and I know that you hate this shade of—”

“James, I can’t do this.” 

That’s all you say before you run out of the door. 

(And you’re absolutely delusional if you think James won’t follow you out that door and into the brewing snowstorm.) 

You hear James call out to you, but you opt to ignore him and clutch your winter coat tighter around your body, shivering in the blowing wind, trudging through the deep snow through your heeled boots — designer couldn’t help you now even if you tried. You sniff, the salty taste of your tears dripping to your lips, chest tightening with a foreign kind of pain, and the frost nipping at your fingers. You give up after a few minutes, falling to the ground with an anguished cry, hand clutching the front of your chest as you struggle to breathe. 

James reaches you in a matter of minutes, draping his jacket over you, barely flinching as the cold welts his bare skin. Frantically, he wipes the tears from your eyes, a pained expression on his face as he sees you cry helplessly. “Come on, dove, it’s not safe out here. Let’s go back home, yeah? I’m sorry for upsetting you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry — I’m so sorry, dove, please don’t cry, it’s killing me to s–see you like this.” Tears fall from his eyes, and he begins stuttering from the cold, but you can’t go back to the manor. “What did I do? Please tell me so I can fix it. I love you—I’m sorry.”

You bat his chest. “G–Go home, Jamie. I’ll just take the train back to the castle.” 

“What?” He shakes his head, grabbing onto your hands. “Y–You can’t. Not in this weather. You’ll get sick if you try to walk back to the station.” 

You withdraw from his hold as you back away from James, slipping into the ice-cold mask you know so well. 

James rises in an instant, reaching for you. “No, no, no, no, no. You don’t get to do that. Not now. Not with me. Please, just come home and I-I’ll fix it.” 

“Goodbye, James,” You tell him firmly, clenching your jaw as you look him straight in the eyes. 

He grimaces. “That won’t work on me, princess, and you know it. Don’t push me away—please.” 

“Go home, James!” You yell bitterly, pivoting on your heel as you march through the thick inches of snow, hearing Remus and Lily’s voice grow louder in the distance. “Just go!”

He grits his teeth, nails digging deep into the palms of his hand. “You’re a coward if you walk away from here—from us—right now!” James shouts through chattering teeth and stray tears. “And I hate cowards more than anything!” 

You don’t look back. 

(Later that night, James stares blankly at the fireplace, tossing twigs now and then. He’s all out of tears. Remus crosses his legs as he sits beside James and offers him a steaming mug of hot chocolate. 

“Don’t want one,” He mutters, words coarse from earlier, head turning away from Remus’s gift. “Just want her.” 

Remus sets the beverage on the ground before pulling James’s head down to his chest, gently wiping the tears from his eyes as he wraps the blanket around both of them. He presses a soft kiss to James’s hair. 

“I said I hated her,” James says weakly. “I don’t—I never will. I just hate that she’s out there spending Christmas all alone. She could be here—with us. I hate not knowing that she’s safe, or that she thinks I don’t love her anymore—that’s a bloody lie, Moony. I adore her. If anything, I don’t deserve her.” 

James finds out that he does have more tears left in him. “I miss her. Bring her back, Rem, please.”

“You’ll cry yourself sick, love.” Remus wipes each tear away. “Let’s go to bed, yeah? Mornings do have a way of bringing miracles to us.” Because after a night of excruciating pain under the moon’s command, he wakes up to sunlight, and there you all are — smiling down at him like he is deserving of love; and maybe Remus can’t fault you for running away.

You’d kiss him gently and tell him how proud you are of him for coming back to you. 

Remus only hopes you come back to them, too.)

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(1976; CURRENTLY, IN THE PAST.)

“AND THAT, dear Harry, is how I humiliated Lucius Malfoy in fifth-year.” Your eyes gleam wickedly as you rest your arms on the school desk. “If he ever bothers you in your time, just mention my name—oh, I wish I could see the look on his face when he realizes I’m haunting him from my grave. Tell him, okay?” 

Harry nods excitedly. “Definitely.”

“Got anymore stories?” He asks. 

You cackle menacingly. “Boy, do I ever. Let me tell you about the one time Beckett McLaggen took me out on a date to Madam Puddifoot’s!” 

Harry grimaces. “Do I even want to hear about this?” 

“Oh, pish-posh.” You dismiss him with a wave. “You do, this story is hilarious. Now that I look back on it, Sirius was quite cross with him for the rest of the day—how strange. I wonder why.” 

Harry stares at you in disbelief. “You’re joking.” 

“I most certainly am not, Harry Potter.” 

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(1974; ORIGINAL TIMELINE.)

AN EAR-PIERCING scream wakes you up in the middle of the night. You snatch your wand from under your pillow, heart thudding against your chest in fear — last year, the Prewett twins decided it was funny to break into the girls’ quarters at midnight; you get a month worth of detention for hitting Gideon with the Expulso curse and suspension from class for two weeks, while the twins get away with a slap on the wrist and have the time of their lives spreading rumors of you being a Death-Eater. 

Endora shoots up to her feet as well, staring at you in panic — then the girl screams again, and you realize it’s Allegra. 

You sigh in relief, lowering your wand before saying to Endora, “I-It’s alright. I’ll handle it.” 

“Are you sure?” Endora asks timidly, gnawing at her lip and wincing when Allegra wails once more. 

“Certain,” You respond, yawning. 

As Endora climbs back into her bed, you slip into Allegra’s side, holding her head to your chest, brushing your fingers through her hair and untangling the knots. Like most of the Greengrass women, she was of ethereal beauty — silky blonde hair, smooth and fair skin, deep blue eyes that enchant wizards and witches alike. But her cheeks have gone sallow from exhaustion, eyes devoid of any emotion, and her skin now sunken into her bones. 

“I don’t want to marry him—I can’t! He’s old enough to be my father!” Allegra sobs violently, desperate for anyone to hear her, but no one really ever hears their cries from the dungeon. “They said they’d wait until I graduated—they promised! I’m supposed to marry him this summer!” 

Your heart breaks for your friend — there’s nothing you can do but hold her until she’s cried every bit of her soul out. 

“I hate them,” Allegra whispers to you; she had been shedding tears for hours, trembling in your arms until morning finally came. 

“I know,” You say defeatedly. 

“I wish I was dead,” She replies lifelessly. “He can’t marry a dead bride.” 

“Don’t say that,” You beg as you hug her tight; afraid to lose her to the world that has worn her down. “Please.” 

Allegra sinks into her pillows, and you follow in suit, hesitantly laying your head beside hers. She stares at the ceiling dully. “The world is so, so cruel to us daughters sometimes. And it’ll be cruel to our daughters, and their daughters. When will it end?” 

“I don’t know,” You say honestly. 

Allegra hums, neither disappointed nor surprised, and turns away to lay on her side. “Pansy,” She mumbles.

“What?”

“If we lived in a better world and I married for love, I’d want to name my daughter Pansy — like the flower.”

(Later that day, you are given detention for beating Evan Rosier to a pulp. He makes a joke about dirty blood, and you snap — you are tired of laughing and pandering to the arrogant men in your life. This is the first time you publicly defy your parents, and it felt good — more than good, it was liberating. It’s like breathing fresh air for the first time. Then, you earn a second detention for storming up to the Gryffindor common room and punching Fabian Prewett in the face — because fourth-year boys had no business sneaking into the girls’ dorm in the middle of the night for some stupid prank — and you threaten him by pointing the tip of your wand deep into his neck, demanding they apologize to you, Allegra, and Endora. 

You get what you want, naturally — as princesses do. You decide then that you’re going to create a world where girls like Allegra don’t cry anymore.)

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(1976; CURRENTLY, IN THE PAST.) 

HARRY TWINGES WHEN he hears the end of your fourth or fifth story of the afternoon — no wonder you had been so angered by his being in your room. “I-I’m sorry—” 

“Yesterday was hardly your fault,” You interrupt him. “There’s no controlling where magic brings you, not in your case. You didn’t know, but now you know. I don’t hold it against them — anymore. Fifteen-year-old boys can be stupid, and at least they’ve learned from their mistakes. You should have seen your mother — erm, Lily — she looked like she was ready to kill them after finding out what they had done. Even Molly was cross with the twins, and you know how loyal Molly is to her family.”

Oh, Harry knows.

And Hermione knows it all too well. 

“Others call us evil, conniving and cruel, Harry,” You tell him grimly, “But I will protect my own, no matter what I have to do.”

At that moment, Harry thinks he understands why some people come to fear Slytherin. 

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(1978; ORIGINAL TIMELINE.) 

“LOOK, LILY-PAD, the princess is drooling again.” 

You open your eyes to glare at Sirius. “I don’t drool, idiot.” 

Lily chortles as she presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Of course you don’t, princess.”

Currently, you’re lying on a shabby loveseat that is too small to hold the three of you; it’s the only furniture in the new cottage you call home, where Potter Manor was right across the street. (Euphemia was ecstatic to have you all nearby — the lovely woman was sprite for her age, but you notice the way she stops to sit and catch her breath, Sirius and James hovering over her attentively; you’re good at pretending, so you pretend that the Potters will be around forever.) Some rooms are dusty with cobwebs, walls unfinished, with the floors creak under your feet, and there’s no other place you’d rather call home. 

You’re in between Sirius and Lily; your lips swollen from their kisses, cheeks flushed and the column of your throat graced with love marks. It’s the most beautiful set of jewelry you’ve ever worn, not even burmese rubies could compare. Lily’s hand rests under your jumper, Sirius’s thigh wedged between your own. While peace blankets the three of you, James and Remus have yet to come home from their task given by the Order. 

“You need a haircut, my love,” You mumble drowsily, pulling at one of the dark ringlets — it’s gone past his shoulders now. He captures your hand and leaves a delicate kiss on your fingertips. 

Lily buries her nose in your hair. “She’s right, Siri.” 

“I’m always right.” You pout. 

Sirius, love-sick fool that he is, smiles as he tilts your chin with his finger and ensnares you in a kiss that leaves you breathless. “Course you are — our girl’s bloody brilliant, isn’t she, Lily-pad?”

“Without a doubt.”

You roll your eyes at their antics, rolling around so that your back is pressed to Sirius’s chest — they’re not fooled, however; Lily sees the way your eyes flicker in amusement and the way your lips threaten to curve up into a smile. She traces the swell of your lips with her thumb, to the dip of your nose, and to the apples of your cheek. Sea-green eyes beam at you.

“I love you,” says Lily, committing every inch of you to her memory as she wears a melancholic smile. “I don’t know who told you that you don’t deserve to be loved, but they were wrong. You are so precious to us, dove, you don’t even know how much. This right here is real — and nothing could ever change that.” 

As it turns out, you did have more smiles to give — only the happy ones; not the fake, courteous smiles that you had given to your mother’s friends in the past. You come to intertwine your hand with Lily’s, the one that had been resting on your cheek, tenderly wiping the tears that pooled within your eyes. Your heart could burst from your chest. They had a habit of wringing every emotion out of you; of making love feel real, not just a myth from a Muggle storybook. And you find, that you didn’t mind this particular habit of theirs. In the comforts of the place you call home, where you irrefutably belong, you are free to seek their arms and fall into their love, and the best part is where you get to love them right back. 

How lucky you are. 

“Let’s get married,” You blurt out, holding your breath, feeling Sirius’s hand on your waist stiffen. 

“What?” Lily gasps breathlessly. 

You smile up at Lily. “Let’s get married. All of us. I don’t care where, o–or about the rings, let’s just get married. With the war going on, we deserve s–something good.” 

Lily sobs as she nods excitedly. “Yes. Oh my Gods—we’re getting married!” 

Sirius stares at you in wonder. “Bloody hell, dove, give a guy some warning, would you?”

You grin. “Is that a yes?” 

“It’s a yes — forever.” Sirius dives in to kiss you senseless. “Couldn’t get rid of us now even if you tried.” 

“I don’t think I’d want to, anyway.” 

Right then, the rickety door slams open, and you hear the loves of your life calling out for the three of you. Followed by the heavy thud of Dragonhide boots plunking down onto the floor

“We’re home!” James announces in the entryway. 

Lily wastes no time in shooting up from the sofa and welcoming them home with quite a unique greeting:

“We’re all getting married!” 

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(1976; CURRENTLY, IN THE PAST.) 

“That ring is an heirloom passed down to the children in our family,” You tell Harry, pointing to the band around his finger. “It’s meant to symbolize our loyalty and duty to our House. My mother said I would have earned it only when I became a wife to Ferguson Bulstrode.” You chuckle at Harry’s perturbed grimace. “No, I didn’t marry him — thankfully. After Allegra. . . I—I. . . I couldn’t bear it. If I was going to marry, it would be on my own terms, and it would be for love, nothing less. Then, if my child wanted it, I’d give them this ring. I want to leave behind a legacy that I created. When I was younger, I’d resigned to a fate that was forcefully carved by someone else’s hand.” 

You shake your head. “I want to die being remembered by those who loved me. Otherwise, I was never truly alive.” 

Harry won’t let that happen, he won’t ever let your name be forgotten. He’ll share of your kindness to his friends, of your bravery and loyalty. Hermione will love your fondness of Muggle musicals and how you stood up to Lily’s defense in a world that ostracized her for being different. He’ll remind Remus of your love for him, that he had brought you hope in times of despair. Harry is going to make sure the world knows you had been so full of life with endless love to give. You are going to be remembered in the way Voldemort never will. 

“What do the words mean?” He stares at the writing: Tempus Edax Rerum.

You smile. “Time, devourer of all things.”

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(1978; ORIGINAL TIMELINE.)

“REMUS—THE MUGGLES ARE stuck in the telly again!” 

Remus snickers as he takes the vacant space beside you on the loveseat, now sewn up with care and spattered with knitted quilts and throw pillows — still too small to carry three people but hasn’t given out yet, anyway. He takes Lily’s legs over his lap, swiftly stealing a kiss from your lips. “It’s a film, dove, they’re acting.” 

You purse your lips. “They’re trapped inside, then?” 

Lily snorts into her tub of chocolate fudge ice cream. “Not quite, princess, it’s recorded. Movies are like moving photographs — but they’re an hour long with sounds.” 

“Oh.” You turn your attention back to the screen, back to the film Lily had been watching. You had to admit — the story of Sandy and Danny was an interesting one. “Lily-pad, she’s singing — again.” 

Sirius hushes you from where he was cuddling James on the other couch. “She’s supposed to sing, dove, it’s a musical.” 

“Well, yes,” You begin, and James groans into Sirius’s chest, “But they should just talk instead of singing all the time — Sandy’s got a lovely voice, though. I just don’t understand why Danny’s treating her like that! Truthfully, I don’t like any of Sandy’s new friends, other than Frenchy — she’s harmless. If I was Sandy I’d move on from Danny — but then again, that hair and those muscles, and his leather jacket! I can’t blame her.” 

Sirius glowers at you. “You like his leather jacket?” 

“His hair?” James exclaims in horror. 

Remus chuckles as he tucks you in his side, kissing your temple. “If I were you, dove, I’d be quiet and just watch the film.”

“Oh, no, no.” Sirius barely glances at the television as he pauses the film and stands up to point an accusatory finger at you. “Since when were you into leather jackets? Do you think those are cool? Since when? Jamie, should I get one? Let’s unpack this, right now. And his muscles, really?” 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Play the film, Black, I want to see the end of their love story.” 

“I’m telling Euphemia on you!” 

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(1976; CURRENTLY, IN THE PAST.) 

“—and then we realized that we accidentally locked Hermione in with the troll.” Harry’s arms flail about as he shares some of his adventures with you — it had only been fair. He felt like a young boy again, entering Hogwarts for the first time as he watched you listen to him intently, gasping at tale of the vanishing glass and scolding him when he says he and Ron had decided to go searching for Hermione, and by extension, the troll. 

Your eyes grow wide. “A troll? In Hogwarts? They can’t have, not unless—”

“Someone let it in—I know!” Harry grins. “You’re not going to believe who let the troll in the castle.” 

You snap your fingers, “Malfoy, the older one. I know that lump’s got something to do with this. Can’t have been Snape or Quirrell.”

“Just you wait.” Harry’s eyes twinkle with mischief. “—and so, Professor McGonagall finds us, and can you believe it? She awards us for dumb luck! Then. . .” 

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(1979; ORIGINAL TIMELINE.)

IT HAD COME AS A surprise when you volunteered to join the Order of the Phoenix. You wanted to scoff at their shocked faces — was it so surprising that you wanted to protect your family? They let Severus Snape join their ranks, and you’re fairly certain that you’re a better fighter and survivalist than him — not the better liar, however, he can have that one. The week before, you and the others had an argument that lasted for the whole day. They did not want you in harm’s way, and you would rather die than stay at home, waiting idly for them to return, when you could be out there alongside them. 

(“It’s not some game out there!” Remus runs through his hair in frustration — he had always been so careful to never raise his voice at you, but this one time, he needed you to back down. “Every time you step into a raid, there’s a possibility of you dying, don’t you understand that? And even if you survive — you’ll have blood on your hands, and it does not wash away no matter how many times you try, trust me, we know.” 

“So what?” You throw your hands up in the air, equally aggravated. “I just stay here like some. . . some pet waiting for their owners to come home?” 

“Yes!” Lily angrily replies. “That is the whole point of us joining the Order — so you get to live another day. So we all have a chance at this new world without a war. Let us protect you!”

You grind down on your jaw. “You have got another thing coming, if you think I’m not going to fight tooth and nail for my future.” 

James slams a fist onto the kitchen counter. “There are horrors out there you can’t even imagine. I-It’s worse than we thought. It’s our every nightmare come to life.” 

You raise your chin defiantly. “Then we face it together.”)

Each day, you survive, and each day the five of you return home — scarred and bruised, but safe within the arms of one another. When you collapse and crumble, it is only for the walls of your home to witness. 

Now a month into autumn, you are on your first task without Sirius, James, Lily or even Remus. Instead, you are assigned by Dumbledore to Knockturn Alley along with Peter Pettigrew and Gideon Prewett. How strange time was, years ago you’d never associate with the proud Gryffindors, and now you had to trust them to guard your back. Everyone had to grow up quickly during war, even pranksters. 

The alley was quiet — too quiet for your liking. You had been on alert since the moment you apparated into the area, wand at your ready. The back of your neck prickled with goosebumps as you kept an ear out for any sign of movement. 

Peter shivers and you glance at him — he’s become far too skinny, constantly shrinking into himself out of fear. And while you want to comfort him, you keep your eyes up ahead. Still, there's a nagging feeling that you can’t quite make out. It’s different from all the other times you’ve been asked to search and rescue. 

“Don’t you feel like there’s something wrong?” You ask Gideon, eyes snapping to the flock of crows flying overhead. 

“Dunno, kid,” Gideon says, nudging your shoulder with pressed lips. “Everything about this is freaking me out. The place is too empty.” 

“I get what you mean,” You reply, swallowing your own nervousness. Without waiting for the rest, you speed up your pace. “I’ll scout ahead, who knows what’s been here before us. I don’t want to risk any of our lives, so let’s be careful. Gideon, ward the area while I check for any cursed objects, last time you almost got your arm cut off by a newspaper of all things. And Peter, could you. . . Peter?” 

When you turn to check behind you, it all happens so fast. 

“Avada Kedavra!” 

You scream as Gideon’s deathly pale body falls to the floor. 

“No!” 

You aren’t given a moment to rush to his side — someone digs their wand in the side of your neck, and you stiffen in their hold. It’s not until they hiss in your ear that you recognize the voice. 

“Rosier.” You spit, biting down on your lip when he presses the tip of his wand further into your flesh. 

“Stupid witch,” He taunts, eyes dilating with vengeance. “Where are your lovers now?” 

“Jealous?” You claw at his arms, chest heaving up and down. “We don’t have room for one more, sorry.”

“Shut up!” He pushes you to the ground in blind rage, and that’s all the opening you need. 

“Expulso!” 

Each curse you send his way lands on his cloaked body, sending him staggering backwards. With ease, you deflect each spell he counters with. You’re winning, he is growing tired, and perhaps that is why you let your guard down. 

“Accio wand!” 

The magic fizzles out, and the spell dies on your lips. As you swivel your head to find out who’s stolen your wand, you expect to find another Death Eater — except it’s Peter. Just Peter Pettigrew, quivering in his boots with tears and snot dripping down his face, your wand in his free hand. You furrow your brows — it doesn’t make sense. 

“Peter?” You call out. 

“Crucio!” 

The curse finds its home in your body — and it sinks deep into your flesh, grinding your bones until you slump to the ground, wriggling as you draw blood from your lips, refusing to let them hear an ounce of your pain. Blood trickles down your nose as you hear Evan Rosier dancing around you in glee. You know this curse well; the sound of your father condemning you gleefully echo in your head. You crawl over to Gideon — hand desperately reaching for his shirt. 

“Crucio!” Rosier grabs you by the hair and howls with laughter. “Scream for me again—Crucio!” 

It’s as though someone had begun to rip you in half. Your bones shift and crack with every uttered curse. The veins in your eyes have popped and through bloody vision, you see Peter cowering away from you.

“You—fucking—traitor,” You gurgle, throat welling up with blood that’s risen from your stomach. “They’ll—never—forgive you—never.” 

“Crucio! Crucio! Crucio! Come on, witch — SCREAM! Look at her go, Pettigrew, crawling like some pathetic worm.” 

You lay in your owl pool of blood, wearing a body that is marred and lacerated. But you see something in Gideon’s hand. I’m sorry, you want to tell him. I’ll get you home to Molly, you promise, please lend me your magic this once. With every last bit of your strength, just as Rosier directs another curse at you — one you know you won’t survive — you snatch the wand from Gideon’s hand and tear the last of your magic from your throat. 

“Defodio!” 

You wait with a bated breath as silence fills the alley; lucky to have remembered Professor Flitwick’s quick remark as to how the slight difference in pronouncing a charm could alter its effect. Rosier stands on shaky legs, a stream of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. You watch as he looks down to his chest, where a gaping hole now lies instead of where his ribcage and heart should be. As Gideon had done before him, Evan Rosier crashes to the ground. 

That just leaves one more problem. 

Peter scurries to your side the moment Rosier can hurt him no longer. “I-I’m sorry—I’m sorry. I had to. . . T–They killed my mum, they killed M–Mary, and t–they said I would die too if I d–didn’t do this. I’m sorry. Y–Your father was there, too. He said he would take you in, let you l–live if you joined us. W–We can live, t–there’s still a chance for us to survive.” 

Your fingers are bent at unsightly angles, the remnants of the Torture Curse still flowing through your veins, but your face contorts in anger as you let your hand curl around his neck. He sobs louder, and though your grip is weakening — you make sure he looks into your eyes, that he feels your touch.

“I’d rather—die.” You say through gritted teeth, nails drawing blood from his grimy skin. “You’ll die too—you’ll feel my blood on your skin—everywhere you go, Peter.” 

Peter shakes his head, now clumsily pushing his wand down to the center of your chest. “Y–You were the only o–one who d–didn’t laugh at me. N–Not like the others.” 

“When they find out—you’re dead, Pettigrew.” You laugh darkly as more blood exits your body through your lips. “There’s nowhere you can hide—you’re a dead man.” 

“P-Please die,” Peter cries out, each killing spell coming out as a garbled whisper. “Please die,  s–so I can live. I c–can’t fight anymore, I’m tired.” 

Your vision goes a hazy shade of white, Peter’s silhouette fading away to the familiar scenery of your cottage in Godric’s Hollow. 

Oh.

Dying is less painful than you had expected it to be. It’s like coming home after a day’s work. 

You just wanted to rest now. 

The world caves in on you, and you barely hear Peter’s next words. 

“Avada Kedavra.” 

(It’s past midnight when Peter Pettigrew arrives at Grimmauld Place, where it’s been altered to host the members of the Order, Lily sobs in relief and gathers him in her arms. 

You’ll feel my blood on your skin.

You’re a dead man. 

Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead. 

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re home safe — welcome home — thank the Gods you’re alive,” Lily blabbers through her tears, checking his face for any major injuries. “Merlin, what happened? There’s too much blood on you. It’s on your shirt and your face.” 

“It’s not mine,” says Peter hoarsely. 

Sirius’s gaze darkens, arms crossed over his jacket as he leaned against the wall. “Where is she?” 

Lily nods, standing on her tiptoes to search for any sign of you. “Peter? I–Is she alright? Has something happened to her?” 

Peter stays silent for a moment too long, and he finds himself slammed against the wall behind him, Sirius snarling in his face as he seizes the front of Peter’s soiled shirt. “Where the fuck is she, Pettigrew?” 

Peter begins to weep. “I–It was an ambush. None of us saw it coming. Gideon r–ran. She was taking on two Death-Eaters at once and I–I was too far away.” 

Lily collapses to the ground with a heart-wrenching scream.

Sirius growls as he drives his fist to the wall, inches away from Peter’s face. “Where is her body?” 

“It was a disintegration spell.” With Severus Snape — brought to the Malfoy Manor to be made as an example of what happens to blood-traitors. 

James pushes Sirius out of the way and grabs a hold of Peter, knocking his head against the concrete. “It should have been you—” James snaps at Peter. “If it came down to you or her—you should have saved her!” 

“W-What?” Peter stammers, eyes wide. “She chose to save m–me.” 

James sneers at him. “You should have just died.”)

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(1996; CURRENTLY, IN THE PRESENT.) 

ST. JEROME’S GRAVEYARD had exactly one visitor. Remus Lupin sits in between James and Lily’s graves, a bottle of firewhiskey in his hand — four empty at his side. He must be going crazy. There’s no funeral for Sirius as there’s no body to actually bury, Harry is presumed missing after an attack in Diagon Alley, and your name stares back at him mockingly. He tries not to dwell on your passing — there have been too many holes, too many details left unsaid; and he knows just the rat who has all the answers. Unfortunately, Wormtail won’t come out of whatever hole he’s crawled into. Either him, or Severus. 

He sighs, rubbing the temples of his head to ease the growing pains. 

You are the first to be buried of the five. Like Sirius, there had been no recovered body to lay to rest, but they asked for a compromise instead. Your name is engraved under Euphemia’s in her tombstone, and Remus figures it’s the fitting place to leave you be — with your mother, welcoming you home with open arms. He hopes you’re at peace, wherever you are. (Because, honestly, at this point, he might just fucking follow you.) 

Remus takes another swig of his alcohol, laughing bitterly to himself. He glances at James’s headstone and raises his bottle to him. “Not even in death, huh?”

He downs the last of the drink, rising to his tremulous legs. Remus gathers the flower bouquets he had bought earlier this morning; lilies-of-the-valley for Lily, white carnations for Euphemia, forget-me-nots for you, and for James — Remus leaves a moving photograph of him and Sirius; it’s a snapshot taken by Lily during the wedding as James dips his head low to kiss Sirius. Remus thinks it’s a wonderful memory to remember them by. 

“Take care of them for me, Jamie.”

And that is all the goodbyes Remus has the strength for. 

end note. i think i was crying the whole time i was writing this part, LMAO. i should be able to wrap things up in the next one. important!! there is actually a scene i was hesitant to include, but i ended up writing anyway. it's the whole part where allegra greengrass breaks down, and it was difficult for me to decide because i knew the implications; that i had a strong underlying message in that part, and i don't want it to be misconstrued or anything. pls pls tell me if it comes off as offensive, i definitely don't want to hurt anyone. nevertheless, thank you again so so so much for reading!! if you spot a plot hole, no you didnt!! i hope the time-jumps weren't too confusing! again, thank you so so much for reading!!

[miryum]

idk if this was what you were thinking, @lilyevanswhore but I saw this and just had to write it!!! Sorry if I got some things wrong, but personally, I loved your idea!!!

Warnings: not editied

You curled your yellow robes around you and you felt Neville grasp your hand tighter. He was still so young and you almost didn’t want him to come. But your younger brother was surprisingly stubborn. “Neville, are you sure-”

“Y/n,” Neville frowned at you and you had to remind yourself he wasn’t a baby anymore. “I’ve seen mum and dad before. And… I would feel guilty if I didn’t see them.”

“I know, Nevvy,” you pressed your lips into a soft smile. Neville groaned at the childhood nickname and swatted you away.

Your grandmother finished at the front desk and ushered you two along the familiar route through St. Mungos’ and into the Spell Damage wing.

“Anything new from the doctors?” You asked your grandmother.

She sighed and said, “dearie, wouldn’t I have let you know?”

“I know.” Even after many years, you couldn’t shed that inkling of hope that maybe, someday, your parents could recover. Your grandmother placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Neville!” A loud shout drew you and your brother’s attention. Neville flinched and stepped behind you, but the damage was done. It wasn’t like the Golden Trio didn’t know who you were. When Hermione frequented the kitchen to garner House Elves for SPEW, you had run into her one day and struck up a conversation. She was shocked to know that Neville had a sister and you were the girlfriend that Fred Weasley was whipped over. Ron and Ginny knew you because you were dating their brother, obviously, and Harry had run into you a couple times at the Burrow.

“It’s us, Neville! Y/n!” Ron got to his feet and grinned. “Who’re you visiting? Did you know Lockheart’s here?”

“Friends of yours, dearies?” Your grandmother approached the kids and raised a brow back to you and your brother. Neville’s face was blushing like a tomato and his stare was fixed on the ground. You waved awkwardly to the younger kids, sadly embarrassed about being caught. And then you felt guilty about being embarrassed because of your parents. It seemed like you and Neville were both guilt-ridden today.

Your grandmother surveyed Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny and you felt Neville curl his pinkie finger into yours- a sign of comfort and trust that you two shared.

“Is that your dad down at the end, guys?” Ron’s voice ripped through your small moment of peace and you felt the sting of tears build behind your eyes. It felt more real when people said it out loud.

“Haven’t you told your friends about your parents?” You avoided your grandmother’s gaze. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of! You should be proud, children, proud! They didn’t give their sanity so their children would be ashamed of them!”

“‘M not ashamed,” both you and Neville mumbled. Your eyes whipped up to meet your grandmother’s stare and behind the angry fire, you saw sadness.

“My son and his wife were tortured into insanity by You-Know-Who’s followers,” your grandmother explained and Neville’s face grew redder. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the door open and a pair of red-headed twins popped in. You internally groaned and it took all your power to not hide your face in your robes. “Hey! Mum wants you guys back in- Y/n?” Your boyfriend seemed confused about your presence. “What are you doing here, love?” Yet he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. A smile spread along his features and the sight of his cheery face made you want to fold in on yourself. Neville’s pinkie tightened around yours. “Love?” Fred stepped towards you and you could see the dots connecting in his head. St. Mungos’, your brother and grandmother, the Spell Damage ward, the two beds at the end of the room, and Neville’s embarrassment. You were sure he and George had heard a bit of your conversation.

“More Weasley’s?” Your grandmother glanced at you and your body language towards Fred. “This is the boyfriend?” You nodded. “Have you told him?” You shook your head and your grandmother huffed angrily. “My son and daughter-in-law,” she reiterated for the twins. Fred’s gaze stayed on the two beds. “They were Aurors and tortured by Death Eaters. I, for one, am proud that they sacrificed themself for the greater good. But of course,” she eyed you and Neville, “I miss them and I wish everyday that it never happened.”

“We’ll give you guys a moment,” Hermione muttered and she and Ginny dragged Harry and Ron out of the room. George muttered something to Fred, who nodded, and the younger twin left as well. Neville sent you a melancholy look, before trooping over to the two beds that contained your parents. Your grandmother followed him, but her lips turned into a smirk as Fred hung back. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Fred asked softly, hand grazing your arm carefully.

“Probably the same reason Neville didn’t tell Harry, Ron, and Hermione.” You shrugged, but your pathetic attempt at a joke didn’t deter him.

“Y/n…” he trailed off, folding you in his arms and clutching you tight. His chin rested on your head and you took a shaky breath.

“I promise I’m not embarrassed by them, it’s just not something you regularly advertise.”

“I understand, love.” Fred took a deep breath. “There’s not any words to describe it, I know. Can I- do you want me to meet them?”

You stared up at him, mouth open in surprise. “Are you sure?”

He gave you his signature wink and smirk. “I gotta make a good impression on the future in-laws, don’t I?” You laughed, which was his objective all along. 

Just as your mum gave Neville a gum wrapper, you led Fred over to the beds. Your grandmother nodded approvingly at you and Fred and even Neville looked more peaceful- a sense of normalcy- at seeing someone else with your parents. “Mum, dad,” you began. “This is Fred. My boyfriend.” Fred smiled broadly and waved at the blank faces of your parents. “He- uh, he’s twins with George Weasley. He’s really good at pranks and always makes me laugh. He’s really smart and sweet- except for that one time when he gave me a vomit-flavoured Bertie Bott Every-Flavoured Bean.” Fred chuckled at the memory and stuffed his hand in his pockets. A look of realisation crossed his face and he pulled out an old gum wrapper. “Um, I know I didn’t intend this, but you like gum wrappers?” He looked questioningly at you, a face of nervousness and hesitancy engulfing him. When your dad slowly took it from him, Fred relaxed. You nodded in encouragement, your heart warming at the sight. “And- And look! I’ve been working on some joke products. This is an Extendable Ear.” 

As Fred went on to explain his product to your unresponsive parents, Neville tugged at your arm. “He’s a good one, isn’t he?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “He really is.”

ok but imagine neville has an older sister and she is in a relationship with one of the weasley twins

when he meets alice and frank on st mungus she gets embarrassed because she thinks he will find them weird but he just smiles at them, gives alice a gum wrapper and shows them one of his inventions for the shop😭😭😭

somebody write a fic about them pls i dont have the motivation😭