#hogwarts magic awakened x reader

[mngo-jii]

☆ 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 (𝐡𝐩 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝) 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 CRUSHING HEADCANONS ! 🐚

���️ : i guess ill write it myself then (p.s. i havent written in MONTHS but you have NO right to tell me this sucks because this is the most you can get for hpma x reader 😠 /j) I'm open to requests, I'm bored

Daniel Page, who accidentally messes up his potion from staring at you too hard—who, on the other hand, was too fixated and focused on trying to help him ferment the mixture with what he had teached you so far.

Daniel Page, who constantly, indirectly calls you pretty.

Lottie had asked for advice on who she should draw to practice anatomy on, adding that it should be someone who has relatively pretty features so it won't be too hard to captivate. On the spur of the moment, Daniel was the one who almost immediately responded with your name.

Daniel Page, who always offers to help you study for exams, of course without a remark on how you "always need him" first.

Daniel Page, who ironically always needs you, and goes to you for help even though everyone else is a 100% available and a lot more suitable for the situation.

Daniel Page, who's slowly getting used to sneaking out at night with you to explore Hogwarts even further. To the point he could almost feel a pang of disappointment when you decide not to go.

"Alright," he speaks through his usual accent, "It's better not to get hung up by Mr. Filch anyway." He wishes you a goodnight after you do and tries to ignore the way his shoulders slump and how his mood lightly drops.

Daniel Page, who randomly gets reminded of how pretty you are despite the light frown you have displayed on your face as a result of whatever he said.

Additionally, Daniel Page who can't help but halt his speech when he realises how pretty your pout looks and the way you sassily cross your arms at him, so out of patience yet ready to hear him out. Hence why he always ends up "reluctantly" complying with your plan instead of his.

Daniel Page who covers up the fact that he wants you to dance with him "as a favor."

Daniel Page who gives you a flower because it was an "extra herb" he didn't need (even though he could have kept it for the next potion that acquired it), and makes up an entire potion when you asked what it was used for.

Daniel Page who suddenly distances himself from you when you start hanging out with another male student—

Daniel Page who says it was he who was "your first" and who has been on adventures with you more than anyone else and asks what's so special about said male student once you worriedly ask him what's going on

Daniel Page who's stuttering, awful lying, and flushed face never fail to give him away every time the others question him about you

Daniel Page who looks like a beaten-up puppy whenever you choose someone else over him. Notwithstanding it might be the smallest matter as to accompanying you to go back to your dorm to pick up something you forgot ☠️

Daniel Page who starts to stammer and sweat when you ask his opinion on how a certain outfit, accessory, or makeup looks on you— His response either being "It-it looks fine" or "uhhh um 🧍🏻‍♂️"

Daniel Page who feels guilty about the lack of solid answer he had given you, not to mention the pout on your face once you back away.

So he apologises afterward and straight up tells you that you're always pretty, and that he doesn't understand why you need to be told that when you'll always be the same or even prettier in anything you wear 🤷🏻...

Daniel Page who goes blank when he realises what he had just said ☹️

Just Daniel Daniel Daniel Daniel <3 he's a cutie patootie fr

a/n: GOD I ACTUALLY DON'T LIKE THIS ITS THE BEST I COULD DO IM SORRY

[beegomess]

T.N. || Can you be my sister?

Summary: On a hot summer day, you find yourself alone in the family mansion, accompanied by Theodore, your boyfriend, and your little sister Sofie, who is eager to learn spells before entering Hogwarts. After a magical experiment that ends in a comic accident, the trio comes together in an afternoon of the girls... and a Theo. Warnings: none

Open orders!

The sun rose strong that summer morning, filling the mansion's garden with a vibrant light, despite the gentle breeze that blew through the trees. The heat persisted, and the shadows of the trees seemed more and more inviting. The garden, meticulously cared for, exhibited perfectly arranged flowers, symmetrical bushes and a fountain that twinkled under the sunlight.

You were alone in the mansion, while your family was traveling, when Theodore, your boyfriend, arrived at the door, accompanied by Sofie, your 11-year-old little sister. The little one, always excited in her presence, could barely contain the enthusiasm when she saw her. Since he had lost his mother and was at the mercy of his father's constant bad mood, the environment in the Nott mansion was gloomy, almost suffocating. The garden there, which was once colorful and vibrant, had become gray, devoid of the life that Sofie wanted so much. She also had few friends and almost no female figures around.

Since you and Theodore started dating, however, everything has changed for Sofie. She quickly began to see you as the sister she never had. At events and meetings, she always looked for you, seeking refuge in your company, and loved when you could spend some time together. Her presence brought color and lightness to her world, something she seemed to desperately yearn for.

That morning, Sofie almost dragged Theodore by the arm to you, her face illuminated with excitement.

- It's going to be fun! - she insisted, gently pushing Theodore towards the garden. - We can play outside!

You smiled at the scene. Despite pretending to be bothered, Theodore had a visible affection for his sister, and it was easy to see how attached she was to you. Soon, the three were in the garden, and Sofie, with bright eyes, looked around, full of expectation.

- Theo, you have to teach me something! - the girl asked, her eyes shining with expectation. - I'm going to Hogwarts in a few days, I want to get there knowing cool spells!

You cast a suspicious look at Theodore. Teaching spells to an 11-year-old child, you thought, already predicting that it wouldn't end well.

- I don't know if that's a good idea... - you warned, but Theodore just shrugged, a carefree smile forming on his face.

- I'll teach you something simple, no big deal. - he said, pulling the wand. - Sofie, pay attention. I'll teach you "Depulso".

- Depulso? Theo, that's kind of aggressive for a child... - you started, but he was already turning to his sister.

- It's not that dangerous, trust me. - Theodore replied with a wink. - Besides, she needs to learn to deal with spells a little more... practical.

You just shook your head, but approached, ready to intervene if necessary.

Sofie, always quick to learn, took the concept quickly. With her eyes wide and her wand in her fist, she was ready to try the spell.

- Depulso! - she exclaimed with determination, pointing the wand at a nearby stone, which was thrown away.

- Very well! - Theodore praised, satisfied.

The girl was clearly proud of herself, but, amid the excitement, her focus faltered. In the next movement, while turning the wand distractedly, he unintentionally pointed directly at Theodore.

- Depulso! - she said again, not realizing what she was doing.

You barely had time to react before seeing Theodore being thrown back hard, right against one of the biggest trees in the garden. He hit his back on his torso with a dull sound, and for a moment, everything seemed to stop.

Sofie turned pale, her eyes full of shock and terror.

- Theo! I... I didn't want to! - she screamed, dropping her wand and running towards her.

- Sofie, calm down. - you said, bending down to be at her height and putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. - He'll be fine.

With Sofie a little calmer, you went to Theodore, who was slowly recomposing himself. He rubbed his back with a grimace of pain.

- I warned you... - you said in a light tone, extending your hand to help him get up.

- Yes, yes, you warned... - Theodore murmured, accepting his help and getting up with difficulty. - But it's still impressive. She learned fast.

- Too fast, by the way. - you commented, looking at the little one who, still worried, watched everything with wide eyes.

The sky was already dark when you finally collected yourself into the mansion. Theodore, lying in his bed, tried to move as little as possible. Each movement seemed to cause a new wave of pain, and his ribs, where he had hit the tree, were painfully swollen and purple.

- You should have been more careful. - you said while preparing an ice pack to relieve his pain. - You know Sofie still doesn't have that much control.

- I thought she could handle it well... maybe I underestimated the power of the spell. - Theodore replied, trying to hide the discomfort in his voice.

As you put the ice against his ribs, a slight moan escaped, and he tried his best to maintain his posture.

It was at that moment that the bedroom door opened slowly, revealing a hesitant Sofie. His eyes were full of worry, and the guilt was evident on his face. She entered silently, looking at Theodore with a mixture of sadness and remorse.

- Theo, I'm sorry... - she murmured, approaching the bed. - I... I didn't want to hurt you.

Theodore forced a smile, trying his best to hide the pain.

- It's okay, Sofie. I'm... I'm fine. - He said, his voice failing slightly.

You watched the scene with a tender smile. It was obvious that Theodore was lying, but the intention was clear: he didn't want Sofie to feel worse than she already was.

- Are you in pain? - the girl asked, her eyes wide and sincere.

- No, no...- Theodore lied, the persistent smile.

Sofie, however, seemed unconvinced. She looked at you and then at Theodore, before muttering:

- I'll stay here for a while, just to make sure you'll be fine.

With a resigned sigh, Theodore did not stop her, and Sofie sat in the chair of her dressing table, watching carefully as you finished fixing the ice pack on Theodore's ribs.

- You have a huge stain here. - you commented, lifting his shirt enough to see the bruise that spread through his ribs.

Theodore just moaned in response. While you were packing the ice pack, he took a piece of paper from the bedside table and, with difficulty, wrote a few quick words. You read the note and, without saying anything, smiled slightly.

"I'm dying of pain, I need something stronger"

Sofie yawned once more, her eyes filling with sleep.

- Your brother will be fine, I promise. - you said softly, going to her. - But I think it's time for you to sleep.

She agreed with her head, no longer having the strength to protest. You took her in your lap gently, and Theodore watched her with an affectionate look. With her falling asleep in your arms, you took her to the next room, where you put her on the bed carefully, covering her with the light blanket.

The next morning, the sun did not enter through the curtains, and the heat of the previous day seemed to have given a small truce while the rain fell heavily outside. Theodore was still in bed, motionless, but with a look that showed that he was feeling a little better, although the pain was still evident on his face.

You moved slowly, wanting to avoid any sudden movement that could cause Theodore discomfort, and got up from the bed in silence. He watched you with a faint smile, still half asleep, and nodded lightly.

- Good morning. How are you feeling? - you asked, leaning over to give a soft kiss on your forehead.

- As if he had been hit by a spell. - Theodore replied with a slight humor in his voice, despite the pain, and you laughed softly.

Theodore was sitting on the bed, trying to settle down while you passed a medicine over the large purple bruise that spread down your back. He moaned softly at every touch, but tried to keep his composure.

It was at that moment that the door opened slowly, and Sofie, still in pajamas and with disheveled hair, appeared with a worried expression. She hesitated a little before entering the room, looking at her brother with eyes full of guilt.

- Theo? Are you... better? - she asked shyly, taking small steps towards the bed.

Theodore, when he saw her, smiled tenderly, although the pain was still evident on his face.

- Yes, I am, Sofie. - He tried to look convincing, but he couldn't completely hide the discomfort. - Nothing I can't stand.

Sofie climbed into bed carefully and sat next to him, watching the bruise on Theodore's back while you finished passing the medicine.

- I'm sorry about yesterday... - she murmured, her eyes still full of remorse.

Theodore laughed softly, but soon regretted it when the pain made him shrink.

- It's okay, I was a terrible teacher. - He looked at Sofie with a tired smile. - But don't worry, I'll still teach you more things... but maybe something less destructive.

- Do you promise? - Sofie asked, already with a glow of expectation in her eyes.

- I promise. - Theodore said, with a soft nod.

As soon as Sofie looked around her room and saw more clearly the items on her dressing table, her eyes shone with curiosity. The perfume bottles and delicate combs caught his attention. She cheered up instantly and, with quick steps, ran to the chair, sitting facing the mirror.

- Can you do a hairstyle on me? - she asked, her pleading eyes reflected in the mirror while she fixed her hair with her small hands.

- Of course. - you replied with an affectionate smile as you approached, taking a delicate comb from the dressing table. - Let's see what we can do with these curls.

Sofie laughed excitedly, and while you carefully began to braid and fix her hair, Theodore just watched from the bed with an amused look, still trying to stay still.

Sofie smiled broadly at the mirror, visibly excited by the prospect of spending the day by her side. After braiding your hair with colored ribbons, you decided to enjoy the rest of the day with light and fun activities.

You watched Sofie's favorite movies, those with magical adventures and enchanted creatures that made your eyes shine. With each exciting scene, she looked at you with a huge smile, commenting on what she liked and what she hoped to find at Hogwarts.

- Will I learn spells to talk to animals like them? - she asked at one point, pointing to the screen.

- Maybe not in the first year, but maybe one day? - you answered with an encouraging tone.

After a few movies, you went to the kitchen to decorate cookies. Sofie plunged headlong into the task, spreading colorful coverage on all sides, while you laughed at the disastrous attempts to draw shapes. In the end, half of the cookies seemed more fun than perfect, but that didn't matter. What was worth was the laughter and the light moment they shared.

Back in the room, Sofie got excited about the idea of doing makeup, so you decided to try different colors and styles. Colored powder, shiny lipstick and sparkling eye shadow were soon scattered on the dressing table while one made up the other. She laughed out loud every time she missed a line or exaggerated the color, and you had fun following her tireless energy.

- Look how it turned out, Theo! - Sofie exclaimed, turning to her brother in bed, who pretended to be amazed.

The day passed quickly between laughter, jokes and colorful sweets. The connection between you and Sofie grew with each activity, and Theodore, even in pain, seemed happy to see the two having so much fun. It was one of those simple but special days that would be kept in the memory with affection.

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xoxo, bee🫶🏼✨

[loutalks2much]

— HPMA socmed AU! bcs I'm bored (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

a/n: a bit of characters x MC in some parts huegegdhs + constant Fischer slander but I love him I swear. also yes hi I know it’s been an eternity. sorry. no I’m not returning to writing yet. okbye 🫡

(bonus: last part in reblog since it couldn't fit)

[strangesthirdeye]

I miss them.. Especially Fred.. I can't bear to see George standing alone in Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes 😭💔 not to mention when player meets George for the first time and he mention Fred 😭 ignore my outro

[kyokikikie]

Potions

-> in which Y/N goes to the potions classroom to practice for the upcoming exam, finds Daniel working on a polyjuice potion. (again.)

“I hate the beach but i stand. In california with my toes in the sand”

- Sweater Weather, The Neighbourhood

It was Y/n’s 6th year at Hogwarts, a year before her N.E.W.T.S which was the final exam in Hogwarts. She passed her O.W.L.S all thanks to Ivy who tutored her for a whole month, though she barely passed potions.

Which was why Y/n was seen carrying her potions textbook, making her way to the potions classroom — after getting permission from Professor Slughorn as students were not allowed to enter classrooms without a teacher or teacher’s permission.

When she entered, she saw a silhouette of a familiar male student, mumbling to himself. “Daniel?” She called out, “Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you be on the train back home?”

Daniel turned around to meet the H/c-haired girl, who placed her textbook on one of the tables. “Well, my sister had work and wouldn’t be able to come home before break ends. Not to mention, I needed to brew this one potion without the use of the book…” he explained. The male rubbed his temples, “ if only i can remember what to do after i put in the Bicorn Horn…”

Based on what Y/n had read in her textbook just moments before, Bicorn Horn is needed for Polyjuice potion. “Is Daniel brewing it again?” She thought to herself, recalling how Daniel secretly tried brewing the said potion a few years back when they were 3rd years as they were not supposed to brew anything like polyjuice potion.

Y/n frowned.

Daniel noticed this and spoke up, “Before you say anything, I have the Professor’s permission to do so. I won't be using a single drop of it.” This calmed Y/n down as the expression on her face became more relaxed. “I-I think you should get some sleep Daniel,” She suggested, “You used to remember every step to every potion before i can say ‘Swish and Flick’.”

“I did though, I just woke up.”

Y/n came closer to the boy and looked at the cauldron. “I think you should heat it up for 20 seconds at a high temperature. Then–”

“Let it sit for 24 hours!” Daniel continued, “Thanks so much, Y/n!” The girl went back to her table, opened her textbook and got ready to brew a potion.

Just then, a cauldron at the side of the room caught her eye. Usually, the shelves on the right were for professor Slughorn's potion that he brewed for the next class or from the previous.

Y/N stepped closer to the said cauldron. “Ah- Y/n, don't go too close. Thats Amortentia, love potion. Professor said it was dangerous pouring it away.” The auburn haired boy went to her, looking at the pink liquid inside.

She perceived a strong scent of fresh cut grass, herbs, and potion ingredients, making her whip her head to the only person she knew who smelt like that.

Potion ingredients? Big giveaway to who it was.

Daniel Page.

The guy who would stop her from doing the most reckless things and always failed to do so.

The guy who would talk to her about potions with passion.

The guy who used to avoid big crowded places as he was antisocial.

The guy who used to be easily irritated by her, not anymore.

“I smell…. (Your choice of scent), what about you?” The boy snapped her out of her trance, “what do you smell, Y/n?”

Just hearing him say her name made her heart flutter with butterflies. Oh how much she wanted to place her lips against his.

Daniel stepped closer to the girl and waved his hand in front of her face, “Earth to Y/n?”

“Oh- right, uh… fresh cut grass, potion ingredients and herbs.” She told him. Daniel furrowed his brow, trying to think of who it was.

He pondered for a moment, eyes narrowing in concentration. Then it hit him. It was him. Of course it was him, no one likes potions that much to have them smell like it.

“Is it…. Me?” Daniel confidently said.

“No.” Y/n denied, smiling.

“It is me!”

“No it isn't!”

“It is!”

“You’re wrong, daniel.”

As the two argued, Daniel leaned closer to Y/n, making her step back but was blocked by one of the tables. “Oh shut up-“ Daniel said playfully. “Make me.” The H/c-haired girl tilted her head to stare at him directly at his hazel eyes.

He leaned closer, his arms on the table for support, “Oh yeah?” A rosy hue crept across her cheeks, she decided ‘fuck it’ and swallowed the small gap between them.

The boy didn't pull away. Instead, he kissed her back. In that moment, time seemed to stand still, lost in the intensity of their connection. Their lips met in a passionate dance, tasting the desire that hung in the air.

After a while, they pulled away, gasping for air. “So, what are we?” She asked, awaiting for a reply.

“That's for you to decide, but for now, you're mine.”

Written by: kyoki/yukiiq (on Ao3)

[atlasthegreatest]

Time Wrap: A Bizarrely Adventure! / Cassandra Vole x Male Reader

What if, after being assigned to work together for a Divination class, Cassandra and Y/n accidentally bring someone into their mess?

Word count: 4770

A/n: This was requested by an anon. Enjoy it!

The third floor of Hogwarts’ North Tower was eerily silent, save for the faint hum of wind that slipped through the cracks in the stone walls. It was an unusually cold night for this time of year, the chill creeping into the Divination classroom, where a handful of students sat, half-asleep, waiting for Professor Trelawney to begin her lecture.

Cassandra Vole shifted in her seat, her pale eyes narrowing on the glowing embers in the center of the room. She found herself sitting next to someone she had never intended to be so close to. The unspoken tension between her and the person to her left was palpable, so thick you could cut it with a wand.

Their names were always next to each other on the list, and fate—or perhaps Trelawney’s enigmatic whims—had forced them into this uneasy partnership.

The person, known simply as Y/n Black, sat with his arms crossed, stealing glances at Cassandra, who was equally displeased with the pairing. They shared a tense history: petty arguments, snide remarks, and an unspoken rivalry that had never truly dissipated.

“Alright, my dears, for today’s lesson, you will be paired up,” Professor Trelawney’s hazy voice broke the silence, her presence suddenly looming behind them. “We will delve into the future… with a slightly more advanced technique. Screaming, if you will, with the Orb of Destinies.”

Cassandra rolled her eyes. The Orb of Destinies. Of course, it had to be something as ridiculous as that. She glanced at Y/n, who seemed equally disinterested, but unwilling to give up on the task.

The orb was placed between them. It was an old, cracked glass sphere, glowing faintly with an otherworldly lilac light. Trelawney circled close to them, her bracelets clinking, smelling distinctly of lavender and incense.

“The task is simple,” she continued. “Look into the orb, focus your mind on a future event, and you will see and unfold it. But be careful… the future is a delicate thing. Any interference, any interference, and the consequences could be… unexpected.”

Cassandra and Y/n exchanged a look, both thinking the same thing: How bad could this be?

With a reluctant sigh, they both leaned forward, staring into the swirling mists of the orb. For a few moments, nothing happened. The mist within the orb twisted and curled, but remained just that—mist.

Y/n spoke first. “This is a waste of time.” The boy stepped away from the orb with a sigh.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Cassandra muttered, frustration rising in her voice. “Maybe if you focused—”

“I’m focusing,” Y/n said, frowning at the girl. “Maybe you’re the only one who doesn’t—”

The orb glowed brighter, pulsing as their fight intensified. Suddenly, the mist inside swirled violently, swirling like a storm trapped in glass. They both gasped as the light expanded, the orb cracking slightly, releasing a strange energy that filled the room.

There was a blinding flash of white, and then… silence.

When their vision cleared, the classroom looked the same. The orb was still, a faint crack running through its center. But something was different—someone was in front of them.

A boy, around nine or ten, stood awkwardly in the center of the room, dressed in slightly outdated Hogwarts robes, his face a mix of confusion and curiosity. His hair was dark and unruly, and his eyes—a piercing, familiar shade of green—brightened as he took in his surroundings. But the most shocking thing wasn’t his sudden appearance; it was the look he gave Cassandra and Y/n.

“Mum? Dad?”

The words hung in the air like a curse. Cassandra froze, her breath catching in her throat. Y/n’s expression mirrored her own—a mix of shock and horror.

“What—what did you just say?” Cassandra whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes scanned every feature of the child’s face in front of her, not believing what she was seeing.

The boy tilted his head. “You… are my parents. Cassandra Vole and Y/n Black. Don’t you remember?”

Y/n looked at Cassandra with a look of panic. “This has to be a mistake. This… this can’t be real.”

Cassandra shook her head. “No. No, no, no. That’s wrong. You—” she gestured to the boy, trying to keep her voice steady. “You’re not… we’re not… together.”

The boy frowned, looking between them. “You’re not now, no, but… you are in the future. That’s what you said, Mom. You always fight, but you said you’d find out.”

Cassandra felt a wave of nausea wash over her. Y/n, on the other hand, seemed paralyzed, his mind racing to make sense of the impossible situation.

Trelawney, oblivious to the chaos, appeared beside them, her eyes shining behind her thick glasses. “Oh, what a pleasure! It seems you’ve gone beyond just seeing the future! You’ve brought it back with you.”

Cassandra quickly turned to the professor. “How are we going to send him back?”

Trelawney blinked. “Send him back? Why, my dear, that’s quite complicated. The future isn’t so easily reversed once it’s made present. But… I’m sure there’s a way. In the meantime, perhaps you should meet your son.”

“Our son?!” Y/n exclaimed, finally finding his voice. “We don’t—” He stopped, staring at the boy who sat across from him and shaking his head in disbelief.

The boy, seemingly unfazed by his parents’ reactions, took a tentative step closer. “I know this is weird. But you told me this could happen, that I could come here by accident.”

Cassandra blinked and then groaned, pressing her hands to her face. “This can’t happen.”

Y/n looked at the boy, his mind still spinning. “What’s your name?”

The boy smiled at his father. “Cassius. It’s a combination of Mum’s and Grandpa’s names. You’re the one who chose it, Dad.”

A heavy silence filled the room once more, Cassandra and Y/n exchanged a look—this one not filled with disdain, but with the weight of the impossible reality before them.

They had brought their future son into the present. And now, they had to figure out what to do next.

Cassius stood awkwardly between them, shifting from foot to foot, waiting for some kind of reaction. His green eyes, eerily familiar to Cassandra’s, flickered between his parents—though at this moment, they were anything but.

Cassandra was the first to speak, though her voice was shaky and laced with disbelief. “This can’t be real,” she whispered, half to herself. Her hands were shaking slightly, something that never happened, no matter how intense the situation. “This is just some kind of fortune-telling trick gone wrong.”

Y/n, standing stiffly beside her, ran a hand through his hair, looking so disoriented. “I… I mean, there’s no way. This isn’t—this isn’t possible. We can’t be your parents.”

Cassius’ brow furrowed. “Why are you two acting so weird? You knew I might come someday. It’s not like you two don’t like each other that much.” He paused, fidgeting with the hem of his robes. “I mean… not anymore.”

Cassandra blinked, finally looking directly at Y/n. The idea of ​​her and Y/n—the person who had been nothing but a thorn in her side since her first year—being together in any capacity other than a mutual annoyance was ridiculous. Impossible.

Except… here was the proof, right in front of them.

“Look,” Y/n finally said, his voice cracking a little. “Cassius, was it?” The boy nodded eagerly. “We—this is a mistake. We didn’t even—” Y/n trailed off, looking at Cassandra as if waiting for some kind of explanation.

But Cassandra was just as lost as he was. How were they supposed to deal with this? She wasn’t sure if she should be angry, terrified, or… something else.

“Cassius,” she began slowly, kneeling slightly to reach his eye level. “Where exactly did you… come from? I mean, what year?”

Cassius blinked, clearly confused. “Uh… the future? Fifteen years from now, I think? You two aren’t so… strangers in the future, though.”

Cassandra and Y/n exchanged another look, the weight of his words sinking in even more. Fifteen years from now, they would be… what? Married? Raising a child? Cassandra shook her head, not wanting to entertain that thought any longer.

“Well, that’s unexpected, but isn’t that the joy of Divination?” Trelawney’s airy voice cut through their rising panic, clearly fascinated by the turn of events. “Such an incredible glimpse of what’s yet to come.” She clapped her hands together softly. “I suppose this is a great success! I had no idea you two were so intertwined by fate.”

“We’re not,” Cassandra muttered, standing up again. “That’s a mistake.”

Trelawney scoffed, unconvinced. “Fate, my dear, is never a mistake. It just is. Now I suppose you’ll need to take care of your little visitor while we figure out how to reverse this… temporal hiccup.”

Y/n looked at her in disbelief. “Are you serious? We can’t just keep him around. He’s from the future!”

Cassius, who had been silently watching the comings and goings, finally spoke again. “You told me it would be like this. Well, Mum did. She said you two would freak out and try to send me back immediately. But you can’t.”

Cassandra’s stomach dropped. “What do you mean, we can’t?”

Cassius looked at her seriously. “It’s not that simple. You’ll need something special to reverse this – Dad said you have to go to the Room of Requirements.”

Cassandra’s mind raced, trying to piece together how in Merlin’s name they had explained this to anyone. Who in the world could they trust with this kind of thing? McGonagall? Professor Marazion? No, they would have to figure this out quietly before anyone else found out.

The idea of ​​being permanently linked to Y/n, even in the future, was nearly impossible. And yet… looking at Cassius, she couldn’t deny that there was a familiarity, a strange sense of recognition that made her uneasy.

“It’s okay.” Cassandra said after a long silence. “Let’s get him to the Room of Requirement. If this is some kind of weird spell, we need to fix it. Now.”

Y/n nodded reluctantly. “The sooner we fix this, the better.” Trelawney watched with an air of detached fascination as Cassandra and Y/n gathered their things. Cassius, for his part, seemed remarkably calm for a child who had been hauled back in time.

He practically skipped after them as they left the classroom.

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As they walked through the dark halls of Hogwarts, neither Cassandra nor Y/n spoke. The silence between them felt heavier now, more suffocating. They had been forced together more times than they cared to remember, but this… this was on a whole other level.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Y/n spoke. “So… what do we do if we can’t send him back?”

Cassandra gave him a sharp look. “We’ll send him back.”

Y/n nodded, but there was a hint of something else in his eyes—a worry neither of them wanted to voice. What if this wasn’t a mistake? What if Cassius was here for a reason? What if… this was their future, whether they wanted it or not?

Cassius, sensing his father’s discomfort, interjected. “It’s not that bad, you know. You two fight a lot, but… you figure things out. You always do.”

The light-haired girl stopped dead in her tracks, staring at the boy. “How?”

Cassius smiled softly—causing Cassandra to picture Y/n’s smile—his green eyes filled with something beyond his years. “Because you love each other.”

The silence that followed Cassius’s words was heavy, thick as the fog that sometimes clung to the edges of the Forbidden Forest at dawn. Cassandra and Y/n stood frozen, their minds struggling to process what he had just said.

Love each other? Impossible.

Cassandra was the first to break the silence, her voice tight and strained. “That’s… that’s ridiculous.” She then looked at Y/n, as if to leave the argument.

Y/n, however, looked just as shaken, his face pale in the light of the lantern. “Yes, ridiculous,” he muttered, though it seemed more like he was trying to convince himself than anyone else.

Cassius, walking ahead of them now with the carefree ease of a child who hadn’t yet grasped the full weight of his words, merely shrugged. “You always say that,” he commented as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “But you don’t mean it. Not really.”

Cassandra opened her mouth to argue but found the words stuck in her throat. She glanced sideways at Y/n again, their tense expressions mirroring each other in ways neither of them cared to acknowledge. It was absurd. The very idea of ​​them being together—in love—was beyond reason. They could barely tolerate each other now. And yet…

The strange sense of familiarity she had felt earlier looking at Cassius seeped back in. There was something about him, something in the way he carried himself, that she couldn’t shake. It was like a shadow of herself and Y/n, tangled in a future she refused to believe in.

“We’ll be in the Room of Requirement soon,” Cassandra murmured more to break the silence than anything else. “Once we’re there, we can fix this.”

Y/n nodded in agreement, though the lines of worry on his face remained.

They walked in silence once more, each lost in their thoughts as they traversed the winding corridors of Hogwarts.

When they finally reached the familiar stretch of the stone wall where the Room of Requirement was hidden, Y/n stopped and turned to Cassius. “Alright, boy. If you’re right about this, what exactly should we do?”

Cassius smiled, his green eyes shining with a mix of excitement and innocence. “You have to think about what you need—like really focus on it. Mom always says the room knows what you want, but it only opens to what you need.”

Cassandra nodded, trying to get over the surprise of receiving advice from a child who claimed to be her son from the future. She closed her eyes, focusing on one thought: We need to send him back to his time.

Y/n did the same, though he kept his arms crossed tightly against his chest as if keeping the weight of this entire situation under control.

The stone wall shone, and a door appeared, its doorknob shining softly in the dark corridor.

"Well, that's new," Y/n murmured as he reached for the handle, hesitating for just a second before opening the door. Inside, the Required Room had turned into something that resembled a vast library, shelves of old books stretched in the shadows above. A large stone table was in the center, and on top of it was a single book, shining faintly with magic.

"That... that must be this," Cassandra said, moving forward cautiously. The title of the book was written in sparkling golden letters: Temporal Reversals: The Unveiling of Destiny.

Y/n reached out to touch it, but Cassius suddenly spoke. "Wait."

Both Cassandra and Y/n froze, looking at the boy.

"You have to be careful," warned the little boy, his voice serious for the first time since his arrival. "If you do it wrong, you won't just send me back. You will change everything."

Cassandra's heart jumped a beat. "What do you mean by changing everything?"

Cassius looked down, suddenly shy. "I don't know all the details, but Mum told me that if you play a lot with time, things can change. Like... big things. I may not even exist if you do it wrong."

Y/n turned even more pale, his hand falling from the book. "Great. No pressure then."

Cassandra narrowed her eyes towards Y/n, unhappy with the way he spoke. She then faced the little boy. "How do we know that this is no longer a mistake? You shouldn't be here in the first place."

Cassius shook his head. "I think this should have happened. You always say that things happen for a reason, even if you don't like reason."

Cassandra bit her lip, the words cutting deeper than she expected. It looked exactly like what she would say– Cassandra older and wiser, whoever she was. But this younger version of herself, standing here now, was not ready to accept this. She wasn't ready to accept any of this.

Y/n, feeling her hesitation, took a step forward again. "Look, we need to fix this before things get worse. We don't know what kind of ripple effect we're dealing with."

Cassius' face lit up. " Ripple Effect! That's what mom called it too."

Cassandra ignored the heat pull that Cassius' familiarity brought and focused on the task at hand. She opened the book, flipping through the fragile and yellowed pages. Her eyes examined line after line of dense magical theory, the archaic language and difficult to decipher.

Y/n, standing beside her, glanced over her shoulder. “Something in there about how to not accidentally erase an entire future?”

Cassandra looked at them. “Give me a minute.”

After what seemed like an eternity, she found the passage she was looking for. “Here. It says we need a personal connection to the timeline we’re trying to reverse. A memento, something meaningful from the person’s life.”

They both turned to Cassius, who looked at the small bracelet around his wrist. “I have this,” he said quietly, holding it out to them. The bracelet was plain, but there was a small pendant hanging from it—a small silver locket engraved with the initials C and Y/i intertwined.

Cassandra’s breath caught in her throat. She knew those initials. They were hers and Y/n’s.

Y/n looked at the locket, the same realization dawning on his face. “Where did you get this?”

“Mum gave it to me when I was five,” the little boy explained. “She said it was really special. She says Dad gave it to her as a wedding gift.”

Y/n swallowed hard, his emotions swirling inside him. This wasn’t just some random object. It was proof. Proof of a future he refused to believe in. Proof that maybe, just maybe, there was more to him and Cassandra than they would ever allow themselves to admit.

“Okay,” he said softly, taking the bracelet from Cassius. “Let’s do this.”

Together, he and Cassandra placed the bracelet on the book, their hands almost touching as they prepared to cast the spell. The air around them seemed to buzz with anticipation, the weight of the future hanging in the balance.

“Ready?” Y/n asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He seemed unsure of what he was going to do.

Cassandra nodded, though her heart was pounding in her chest. She wasn’t ready. Not for this, not for what it meant. But there was no turning back

But before they could continue the spell, the two of them looked at Cassius who was watching them in silence.

“Are we good parents to you?” Y/n suddenly asked. Looking deeply at the little boy while ignoring the way Cassandra looked at him. “Are we happy together?”

The little boy smiled broadly at his father. “You and Mum are the best parents a child could have! And you are happy together. You are madly in love with each other despite the little disagreements you have – like for example: On my sixth birthday, you took me flying on the broomstick without Mum knowing, but when we almost fell off the broomstick, Mum scolded you for almost letting me fall and for having that stupid idea of ​​flying with me – Mum’s words. But then you –” He was interrupted by a hug.

Cassandra knelt and wrapped the little boy in her arms, hugging him tightly against her chest, hiding her face against his black hair, just like Y/n's. Hearing the little boy say that made a sensation consume her entire body. That strange feeling now made sense to her – it was a maternal instinct. And she hugged her future son, stroking his strands of hair, feeling Cassius's small arms wrapping around her waist. It was then that she felt herself being hugged too.

Looking up, she found herself staring at Y/n's covered chest as he hugged her and Cassius against him, wrapping them both around him while stroking his future son's hair. Feeling the weight of Cassandra's gaze, Y/n looked back at her, exchanging a brief glance with the girl.

Cassandra was the first to break the hug and took Cassius' face in her hands, stroking his cheek with the tip of her thumb. "Our future selves are very lucky to have you as a son, too."

Y/n nodded, smiling slightly. "Knowing that I have a child as intelligent as you makes me feel proud of myself." He said, ruffling the boy's hair, seeing how his eyes, so similar to Cassandra's, shone with the compliment.

The little boy, upon hearing the compliments – from the teenage version – of his parents, couldn't help but lower his head to hide how his cheeks turned red at that.

“And we all know that he got the smart part from me!” Cassandra exclaimed with her nose in the air. Which drew a reaction from Y/n.

“What do you mean by that?” Y/n complained, raising his eyebrows at the girl. “Are you insinuating that I'm stupid?”

“Insinuating? Honey, don't lie to yourself.” Cassandra replied sharply.

“Look here, girl–” A laugh cut through the small argument that was about to escalate between them.

Both Cassandra and Y/n turned and found Cassius laughing at them. They then turned to face each other again, both feeling a wave of satisfaction consume them at the sound of Cassius's laughter.

Taking advantage of the light moment, they both raised their wands and, with a deep breath, began to chant the spell softly. The room filled with a soft, glowing light as the magic continued, swirling around them like a gentle wind.

For a moment, everything was still.

Then, with a sudden, brilliant flash, the spell was complete. The bracelet disappeared, and Cassius…

Cassius was gone.

The boy's laughter still echoed through the air, despite the deafening silence that followed. Cassandra and Y/n stood frozen, their wands still raised, staring at the space where Cassius had stood moments before. They already missed him.

Cassandra was the first to slowly lower her wand, still staring at the space where her son—her son—had stood moments before. The weight of it all, the impossible reality they had just experienced, pressed heavily on her chest. Cassius was gone, sent back to the future she stubbornly refused to believe in. And yet, the image of him—his dark hair, those bright green eyes, his smile—refused to leave her mind.

Y/n, standing so still beside her, let out a long, shaky breath. He glanced down at his hands, almost as if expecting to still see Cassius’s bracelet there, but it was gone. The locket with their initials, the proof of a future that bound them together in ways neither of them wanted to face, had disappeared with it.

Y/n broke the silence first, his voice rough, as if he’d swallowed something bitter. “Well, that was… unexpected.”

Cassandra looked at him, surprised at how his voice sounded when she answered. “That’s putting it mildly.”

Y/n gave a short, humorless laugh, running his hand through his hair. “What do we do now? Pretend this never happened?”

“I don’t know,” Cassandra admitted, her voice calmer now. She didn’t know how to move on from this. They had just met their son. From the future. She couldn’t just pretend none of this had happened, couldn’t forget the way her heart had twisted when Cassius had smiled at her and called her mother.

But there was a deeper fear gnawing at her now—the fear of what it all meant. She’d spent seven years avoiding any kind of connection with Y/n beyond their reluctant partnership in class. He’d irritated her, infuriated her, and made her want to scream at times. And now… now there was the undeniable truth of a future where they were together, raising a child. A child who seemed happy.

She felt Y/n’s eyes on her, searching for some kind of answer, but she didn’t have one to give this time.

“Do you think… we’re destined to end up like this?” Y/n asked, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant. “Together, I mean. In this future.”

Cassandra flinched at the word, together. She shook her head, more out of instinct than certainty. “I don’t know. I don’t think it’s that simple.”

Y/n laughed again, but this time it was bitter. “Yeah, well, nothing between us ever is.” They fell silent again, the tension between them stronger now than ever.

Cassandra’s mind raced, trying to make sense of it all, but the more she thought, the more confused she became. She couldn’t deny the strange connection she felt with Cassius, nor could she forget the way the little boy looked at her and Y/n as if they were more than just two people who barely tolerated each other. But she wasn’t ready to admit what that meant. Not yet. Maybe never.

“I think…” Cassandra began, struggling to find the right words. “I think the future can change.”

Y/n looked at her sharply. “Change? What do you mean?”

“I mean… just because we’ve seen this future doesn’t mean it’s set in stone.” Cassandra’s voice grew stronger as she spoke as if she was trying to convince herself more than anyone else. “People make choices. The future isn’t inevitable. We don’t have to… end up like this if we want to.”

Y/n’s expression darkened a bit. “What if we do?”

Cassandra blinked, startled. This was the first time Y/n had hinted that they might be open to something more than their current antagonistic relationship. It was shocking to hear it out loud, but a part of her couldn’t help but wonder if he had also felt—whatever it was—that strange pull toward something deeper.

“I…” Cassandra trailed off, unsure how to respond. She had never let herself consider that Y/n might have feelings about this that went beyond the superficial snooping they’d shared for years.

Y/n sighed, shaking his head. “Forget I said anything.”

“No,” Cassandra interrupted, surprising them both. “Don’t… don’t do that. Don’t just dismiss it.”

Y/n looked at her, his eyes wide with a mix of hope and hesitation. “So what should we do?”

Cassandra took a deep breath. She hated this—hated feeling vulnerable, hated not having control of the situation. But Cassius’s words echoed in her mind, soft but persistent: You love each other.

“I don’t know,” she said again, softer this time. “I don’t know what we should do. But maybe… maybe we don’t have to figure everything out right now.”

Y/n was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, he gave a small nod. “Yeah. Maybe you’re right.”

[cherry-pop-elf]

Happy Birthday To We

George Weasley x Reader

It’s April 1st. The busiest day of the year, and most traumatic. You figured to steal your husband away, and have a nice little picnic. You, your son, George, and of course…. Fred

Warnings: Grief, Mourning, Talks of self harm, suicidal ideology, hurt comfort, wizarding war angst, lots of angst, dead Fred, Umbridge, hopeful ending ((because reading a story that starts sad and ends sad can be frustration. Spoliery? Kinda, but hey. Heavy topic story with an actual pay off? You deserve it))

“You gotta eat, young man-!” You tsked, but smiled. You knew he went heavy with work. Especially today of all days. April 1st. Not only the busiest day of the year, but also the day of his birthday. A birthday he was no longer able to share. So, he would try and drown himself in work. Make his mind so numb, he can’t feel anything.

“I will I will, after I-“ He tried to excuse, but you waved your wand. Having the box he was carrying quickly be sent into the shelf. He held his hands in mock defeat, as you smiled in victory. You won this round.

“Good boy! I made us a picnic basket and everything! Junior would love some fresh air with you too.” You smiled, as he couldn’t say no to that. A picnic, with his family? How could he resist? Fresh air, fresh food, and his little baby boy? You staked his heart, and he was at your mercy.

“Alright alright. Let me transfer my notes, and schedule, to Lee-“ That had you giddy. Hell yeah, you won this round. That had you proud, as you watched him go and find that good friend of his.

Meanwhile, you were quick to run to the back of the shop. Up the stairs, and into the flats above. Specifically the one where Fleur was, given Bill worked at Gringotts again. Ever since Fred passed, Bill figured being closer to family was wise. Fleur was already packing their bags, the moment he suggested the idea. A Weasley indeed.

“Thanks for baby sitting, the place gets so swamped-“ You wheezes, before you picked up your little boy from the Veela. Those beautiful ginger curls danced in his face, as he reached out for you. Little chubby fingers eager to touch your face. You happily allowed, as Fleur made sure to remind you he should eat soon.

With him safe in his sling, the picnic basket grabbed, you would wait outside of the shop. That way Junior wouldn’t get overstimulated. Was just you, and him. You playing with him, as he babbled away. Your eyes, and his hair. He was just perfect. You loved him so much, and so did George.

George was just enjoying the view. Watching you play with his son. How little Freddy was eager for your attention, and you happily gave it to him. With kisses, and tickles to his tummy. Made him gurgle and squeal so happily. Seeing all that just helped heal him. Like all that pain from the war was worth it. It wasn’t for nothing. Nothing at all.

“My family.” He sighed, as he would be by your side. The way Freddy’s eyes lit up made you want to cry. He was so happy to see his daddy. Out of his work suit, his dress shirt, and tie. Actually enjoying the fresh air on his skin. So many scars, so much ink. So much to his skin, it’s hard to tell the self inflected apart from the war torn. You knew, but you were happy to see them healed over. Finally.

Without another worrying thought, he aparated you three off. There again, to a oh so familiar place. Familiar, and painful, place. One memorized to its core, for George. Even the very ground was indented from his endless visits. The wind seemed to be aware of his presence, and blew. Cooling down the anxiety in his soul.

Across the worn down paths, with the scent of freshly laid flowers next to them. Little Freddy, ever curious, would cooe at all the pretty flowers. Laid for those who have long passed on. You wondered if this was healthy for Freddy. To be exposed to such things so young, but maybe understanding such could be helpful. You would worry about it later, now was the time to see him. See Fred.

His grave was well taken care of. George visits at least once a week, and it was quick to be realized that by the masses. That meant that not only were offerings left for Fred, but George as well. Such as something George had come to love the most.

The grave was that of the familiar W, with its star, and said star would have a little purple and orange beaded bracelet on it. A friendship bracelet, that Luna made. That way the twins could still be twinning, even beyond the grave. Never was there a day you ever saw George without his, and no storm seemed to be able to blow it off the stone. You were surprised no cruel soul tried to steal it, but then again who would want to steal from a prankster who was friends with Peeves?

“Oh, someone seems to need some tummy time.” You giggled, as Freddy was fighting to get free. George was quick to lay the blanket over the grave of Fred, and you were careful in setting Junior down. He was much happier, as he rolled around. Giggling, as he looked up at the cloudy blue sky. Fascinated by the clouds.

While George set up the picnic, and you made sure Freddy didn’t roll into someone’s grave, you have a sight. Reading over the engraving, after moving the endless presents and flowers aside.

Here lies Fredrick Fabian Weasley. Brother, Twin, Son, Friend, Inventor, Prankster, Hero. Your sacrifice promised happiness to endless. Rest In Peace. Mischief.

When the day comes, Mischief will be managed. One day. Maybe times, you thought that day was soon. As soon as Voldemort died even. Not even a chance to get off Hogwarts grounds, did George’s attempts at his life started. You hated how creative he was with it. You couldn’t understand how each one failed. Deep down, you could only imagine it was Fred. Fred, even beyond the grave, found a way to protect George. No ghost needed.

“And I thought I would be the once to space out-“ He snorted, alerting your attention. How embarrassing, but at least you had George there. Funny how he was the one to keep you grounded, right now. Suppose little Junior helps him as well. How his chubby little fingers poked at the stone.

“Ed-!” Junior spoke. “That’s right. Fred. You are named after him.” George encouraged. They say having a kid doesn’t fix all your problems. They are right, but George Weasley was never one for conventional norms. Sure solved alot of his. How he wasn’t bursting into tears was a mystery. Today was such a hard day, yet….Here he was.

“Come here, ya little bugga. You gotta eat, yeah? Ya like grapes don’t ya? Just like yer uncle Fred.” As George said that, you could see the pain in his eyes. He was happy, but it was bitter sweet. One Fred for another. The wound will never truly heal, but to say you weren’t proud of how far he came? A total lie.

You would soon rest your head on George’s, and watched him feed your son. Eyes glancing to the many scars on his inner arms. Burns, self harm, battles, and of course the many faded words of Umbridge. You could hardly see the words, but knew them well. How they were forced to write different words, so that they could never be identical again.

No, you had to fight those memories. If you were thinking them, Merlin knows what George was thinking. You fought your tears, so that he knew he wasn’t alone. Seemed to be what he needed, as he leaned his head on yours. Bandaged fingers gentle in cleaning your little boys face.

“I miss him, so much. It hurts, but I guess it doesn’t hurt so much anymore. Does that make me a bad person?” That caught you off guard, as George would play with Junior. Tickling his nose, and making him squeal. As if on auto pilot. Make everyone else happy, not yourself.

You had to sit on that, for a moment, as you looked at the grave. How well taken care of it was. George made sure it stayed such, and you would safely assume others did as well. Seeing that made it clear. So, you kissed his cheek.

“No, you aren’t. If anything, it makes you a better person. We all heal differently, sweetie. What better way to honor Fred, then allowing yourself some joy. Maybe…..Maybe you’ll cast a patrnous again.” Hearing that made George wonder.

With a wand drawn, he looked it over. To his wand, you, Junior, and Fred’s grave. A thought crossed his mind, and breathed. As gentle as the wind in the air, he whispered the incantation.

It was weak, but something was there. A whisper of hope, as the light swirled around Freddy’s fingers. Utter enchainment was in those big eyes, as George’s eyes watered. Spilling down his cheeks, as he smiled. It hurt to remember those happy memories with Fred, but at the same time it felt so good.

You held George tightly, beyond words of proud, as he kissed his cheek again. He was healing, and he was living. Living, not just surviving. Oh you had to rub your eyes to fight the tears. You were so happy.

When your eyes cleared, you blinked. With George busy with Junior, you noticed something. A beautiful bird, standing on the star of the stone. Such beautiful purple hue to its black feathers. Looked so curious, as its beak poked the bracelet. When that moment passed, it looked at you both. Watching, before it flew off. Leaving behind a single feather in its wake.

“A magpie feather. Say, we could turn this into something for Freddy. Like a training quill, since it’s so small.” With your tears falling down your cheeks, you nodded at what George said. What a lovely gift for Freddy. What a wonderful Birthday present…..for Fred.

[glimmer0fpink]

The Great-Great-Grandmother // The Great-Great Granddaughter

A little bit of ✨Lore ✨:

Aurora married Sebastian Sallow and they had four children together; the twins, Eric and Evelyn and two more children named Audrey and Adrian. Meredith is the direct descendant of Eric Sallow.

[randomcreator-09]

Chapter 09 OUT! ^^

⚠️Contains 18+⚠️

[clarevins]

I felt an urgent need to draw these guys at 3am 😅 These are characters to a fanfic that hasn't been written yet, but the threads of their story are already interwoven and just waiting to be woven into reality. Mattheo Riddle, Rain Wild, Vivienne Armand, Blaise Zabini 🐍💚

[messrsmoonysstar]

GUYS CAN YOU SUGGEST SOME POV AND I'LL WRITE? I'M BORED. I'LL TRY MY BEST TO WRITE IT BETTER. .

Marauders era or HPMA. Your choice. It can be modern au

Free to suggest (I can't write smut 😭)

[mngo-jii]

Im thinking Daniel and sick reader...(im sick right now. if u can't tell 🤕)

“HOGWARTS ISN'T IMMUNE TO COMMON COLD.”

synopsis: daniel attempts to wake you up from a seemingly deep slumber, only to discover you're sick.

tags/warnings: mutual pining. in a seperate ask, anon cleared up that they wanted a female reader! additional warning: this sucks

wc: 2.1k (oops)

✉️: i hope you get well soon, anon! on another note, i didn't mean to make this so long uh 🧍🏻‍♀���

Daniel walks you to class every morning.

It's a tradition now—an unspoken one for sure. Given that you two share a house and are "well-acquainted" (according to him).

Though the boy had always insisted he'd prefer brewing potions to making friends, he has quite the number of them, much to his surprise.

That surprise was planted by you, and what it had sprouted into made you two considerably close. So, beyond the shadow of a doubt, you two definitely aren't only "well-acquainted." Hell, definitely not just friends, either—from what the others could see.

Needless to say, they notice the faint blush coating your cheeks when you two are alone (you two definitely aren't alone if they had known that).

Or the awkward glances you two exchange at the dance practice. ...Not to mention the constant fumbling of your hands when you two are the ones conversing at a group discussion. They have eyes, you know.

Indeed, you two are close. Up to the point it had made your friends raise an eyebrow at you every so often. And that had Robyn raising an eyebrow at him right now.

"Daniel? Where're you going? Class is this way, stupid."

He gives her a look before making his way down the Grand Staircase, "I forgot to get [Y/N]." Robyn leans onto the railing, watching him sink into the lower level of the tower. "I'll see you at class," he says loudly, enough for her to hear.

"Oh?" Robyn grins, "Looking for your girlfriend, I see!" She yells from above, causing the heads of passersby to turn. Daniel flinches and looks up at her like she's crazy. He wishes he was up there right now to flipendo her, but she had already ran off with a hasty See you, then!

A few onlookers still have eyes on him. He feels as though he's shrinking under their gaze.

"...'Bit young for you to be courting a lady, don't you think, boy?" One inquisitive painting utters to him, and he pretends not to hear beyond his loud groan.

The unfortunate boy couldn't control the thudding of his chest as he entered your house tower, and was unable to keep his calm long enough to escape his fellow housemates' worried stares. At some point, he was forced to reassure them that he was fine and merely somewhat agitated by "something."

Courtship? He doesn't plan on marrying you... Much less date you! What absurdity was the portrait blabbing about? Blasphemy, he mumbled.

He's out of his trance when he recognises a roommate of yours scurry by. "Hey—"

The girl casts a doubtful glance across before halting when she realises he called to her.

"Where's [Y/N]?"

"Asleep," She answers, "I tried getting her up but she kept insisting on sleeping. '5 more minutes' turned into half an hour, I was starting to risk getting late."

Daniel ponders for a moment before turning his heel to depart, quickening his step.

By the time he has gotten to the Girl's Dormitory, he steps on his own brakes, cautiously checking if anyone else is there.

He's well aware that you and him are late to class by now; everyone has already left. Daniel rushes into the dormitory and makes a mental point to reprimand you later.

He approaches your dorm room door and knocks, "...[Y/N]?"

…Nothing. He knocks firmly this time, repeating your name. After two more unsuccessful efforts, he twists the doorknob and enters.

His eyes briskly scan his surroundings—a lump under a certain someone's bed is breathing like the stillness of the ocean waves. Daniel can't believe you could sleep peacefully at a time like this.

He huffs at the sight in front of him, eventually marching his way towards you.

Despite his irritation, he gently prods you while whispering your name so as not to alarm you.

"Good riddance. Are you trying to skive off school and lose us some house points?"

You groan and wriggle under the covers. "[Y/N]," he scolds.

Daniel watches your eyebrows furrow deeply.

"I can't, Daniel—" Your voice breaks, alarming the boy above you.

In a panic, he hovers above you, "Are— Are you crying…? What happened? What's wrong?" He reaches out to wipe stray hairs off your face.

The risen temperature of your forehead hits his fingers, which raises suspicion in him. He softly presses his knuckles over your skin to double check.

"Oh."

"Huh…?"

"You're ill."

You croak out, shifting around on your bed to find a better position, "That explains everything."

He sighs, long and heavy. "You need to get new roommates, those ones clearly don't care about you."

"They do…" You mumble in an attempt to protest.

"Don't argue."

He ponders for a bit, weighing his choices.

"Are you okay with being alone here for a bit? I'll inform the teachers about this and be back by lunchtime, I promise." He accentuates his word of honor. You whimper, but manage to nod at him.

After offering you some fast guidance on what to do for the moment, and encouraging you to do simple things—like to constantly drink the water on your bedside table of which he provided for you—he scampers out of your dormitory and contemplates praying a little.

Ideally, the scolding and penalty he receives will be mild enough to allow him to come see you later. But more significantly, that your fever doesn't worsen during his absence for the full four hours.

At last, it's 12 o'clock. Daniel hurried to collect his books once class ended, tucking them under his arm. He briskly moves past a few students in his path and dashes out the door.

"Daniel!" Lottie scurries towards him.

"Where's [Y/N]?" She exhales, restless after endlessly running about, "I was supposed to paint her today, but I haven't seen her all morning." She says, devastatingly.

"She's sick today. I got late because of her…" He mumbles. "She's probably going to feel better by then, so you should check on her later."

"You're on her way to her right now, right? Can I come with?" Lottie practically pleads, clutching her sketchbook to her chest. Daniel hesitates.

"What— I'm— On my way to Potions class. She says she wants to be left alone," He turns away and decides he has wasted too much time, "It's best to respect her wishes."

"Oh. Well, you're not coming to the Great Hall for lunch first?" She calls out to him as he ascends the stairs.

"No," He barely replies, given how far away he is now. And soon he's gone somewhere she can no longer see him.

Lottie brings her hand to her chin, deep in thought.

It took a while, but he shakes the small bottle of healing potion between his fingers.

He must be having a particularly lucky day because there aren't any other students in the dorm at this particular time. Though a not-so-lucky one for you… But he digresses, that's what he's standing at your doorway for.

Daniel knocks even though he knows you won't answer. However, it makes little difference if it serves to let you know of his presence rather than to startle you.

You're once more sound asleep when he comes in. He casts a sympathetic glance over you as he walks, taking note of the empty glass of water. Daniel regretfully looks down at his feet, wishing he had given you two glasses, or three.

"Daniel…?" You mumble. He comes back to his wits at the sound of your voice, and he crouches next to your bed to get eye-to-eye with you.

"Hi," You mumble.

"Hi," He coos.

He sits up higher now, kneeling on one knee, "You should get up. I got you a healing potion."

He'd definitely lie about it to be something else at another time, but he's too fixated on helping you feel better at the moment. And you're too sick to process that he had made it for you.

You whine a bit, but you sit up as he instructed.

Daniel stares at you and instinctively reaches out to brush down your bed hair.

Your eyes are still shut tight, and eyebrows furrowed in an attempt to tame your headache—obviously that wouldn't work.

Your eyes are only just beginning to open as his thumb and index finger softly grip your chin. On another hand, he's holding up a bottle of which you immediately catch on to be the said healing potion.

"Open up," he utters.

You do, and the opening of the bottle is brought to your mouth, the potion now coming into contact with your tongue.

You grimace. You don't like the taste of it.

Daniel takes notice of your reaction and swipes his thumb encouragingly.

You feel your senses sharpen after the last gulp, and the headache you had recently felt is weighed off of you. Nevertheless, you're still a touch under the weather.

"That's good," he says. "You should rest, still. It's not good to go running about right after taking the potion."

He hadn't taken his hand off your chin.

"Daniel—" You gently grasp hold of his other arm. "Please, can you stay with me for a while?"

Over the few hours of tossing and turning, there had been multiple times where you were at the verge of tears from being alone in such a horrible state. Normally, you would like to be left alone, but you wished your best friend was there to aid you.

Before any of you could react, your door pushes open on the spur of the moment. "[Y/N]? I brou… Oh wow."

Lottie stares at the situation in front of her, thoroughly befuddled on what she should do or say.

Immediately, you and Daniel retreat away from one another, leading you to hiss at the abrupt movement and Daniel moving forward in an effort to aid you.

"I'll just leave this here…" She says, placing the bowl of French onion soup on an adjacent table.

"Um…" Daniel starts, only to be interrupted by you.

"Oh, Lottie! I apologize for being absent today, I know you were supposed to paint me…" You try to brush the earlier scenario off with a timid grin. "What a shame, I was looking forward to it."

The girl by your doorway blinks before coming to her senses.

"Y-Yes. But it's all right! Daniel said you'd be fine in a few hours, but I couldn't bear not checking on you. I… Guess I should have done as he said, yeah?" She sheepishly smiles at Daniel, who's kneeling away from the both of you in humiliation.

"I really can't help but wonder why you didn't take [Y/N] to the Hospital Wing." Lottie comments, taking one last glance at your sleeping figure before quietly shutting the door.

"It— Well, remember when half of Hogwarts caught a cold? Did the Hospital Wing really do anything about it?" Daniel protests.

"That's because the Hospital Wing couldn't handle more than five-hundred students at a time, Daniel…"

Lottie shoots him a smile as they begin walking, "You care about her a lot, don't you?"

Daniel bounces back from the little embarrassment of discovering she's correct. "Why wouldn't I? I'm her friend. I did better than the roommates who left her there."

"I guess so…"

Silence descends over the two with nothing but the clacking of their shoes against the floor. It's a little straining, if they would be honest. Given that the prior incident was so casually dismissed as a typical occurrence— between two apparently friends.

Worse is none of you had even bothered to clear up that whatever she had witnessed was none of the sort.

Lottie clears her throat, "I feel like I should ask the question everyone has been keeping locked on the back of their throats."

Daniel raises an eyebrow at her, unaware of what she's implying.

"Are you and [Y/N]— You know…" Lottie flushes slightly at having to pose the question herself, only to smile broadly at the boy's sudden flushing of the cheeks.

"W-What are you implying?" He croaks out. The two of them had come to a halt by now.

Lottie brings her palm to her lips, attempting to contain her laughter at Daniel's newly discovered state. She decides not to further embarrass him out of pity for how he must be feeling helpless at the moment—which he is.

"Nothing—" She snickers, turning her heel and walking ahead, "It's nothing!"

Daniel observes as her silhouette vanishes into the hallways. And for a brief moment, he hesitates.

But he finds himself standing at your doorway once again, deciding that maybe—just maybe—he'll stay with you for a little while. Or… for whatever long you choose.

At least, just hope he doesn't get caught by the Prefects.

a/n: see?? im writing guys!! also i read my old writings and let's just say i croed ❤️ if only that amount of talent was back

[scarydeadlavender]

Hello you!

Already.... How are you?

I introduce myself quickly, I am a new writer who will write for certain universes!

I am french so I am very sorry for my mistakes, I write for level up 😅

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Howard legacy

I DID NOT play the games because I am impatiently waiting for the game to come out on Switch seen that and my pc is not powerful enough and that I do not have another console ordered from the Nintendo

I know something about hogwart legacy that the outline and I APOLOGIZE! >\\\<

Harry potter magic awakened

I'm falling in love with each other! I'm not done yet but... OMG is so good!

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[your-nanas-house]

The Beginning

◇ Pairing: Tom Riddle X professor!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, manipulation, forbidden relationship, Tom Riddle, bath, nudity, dub-con, short age gap

◇ Summary: Tom notices that his favourite professor is a bit stressed.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Both character are aged up. Part 2 Part 3, Part 4

The room was filled with the chit chat of students who were taking the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, a subject often called simply DADA by everyone.

In the background of the big lesson room, there was soft music that created an almost pleasant atmosphere in contrast to the type of class that was taking place which had quite heavy topics that frightened many and intrigued others.

One of those people who were fascinated by the subject was Tom Riddle himself, clever boy, Slytherin and much more, especially the darling of professors, of every professor, except Albus Dumbledore, so the young professor Y/l/n was no exception.

There was a special bond between the wunderkind student and the professor, almost intimate if someone misinterpreted it but it was nothing like that or at least that was how it was for Y/n, the young witch had only managed to get her job a few years earlier and right from the start, thanks to the passion for her subject shared with Tom, they began to bond.

The Slytherin student who had now come of age and managed to become the head boy as well as a prefect, had approached the teacher to find out more secrets about magic and because he surprisingly found their conversations interesting as well as entertaining.

This was the real reason why he had started a few months after he met her to pretend to meet her by chance while walking around the castle, thus starting a routine between the two of them that happened almost every day if Y/n wasn't busy with her duties as a Hogwarts professor, which happened sometimes and which annoyed Tom for some strange reason.

Y/n was convinced that Tom saw her as a mother figure, someone to follow and learn from, and so did the young adult, but everything changed one evening.

After a busy astronomy lesson Tom wanted to visit his favorite teacher before heading back to his dormitory but when he reached the door of her classroom, hoping to find her still there, voices made him stop in his tracks.

The door was slightly open and he could easily see what was going on inside Miss Y/l/n's classroom.

She was inside, leaned against a table as she listened attentively to what someone was saying to her, Tom couldn't recognise the man so close to the woman with that look that the student had learned was lustful from the experience of his peers.

The whole situation awakened something all too well known inside the Slytherin heir, envy, pure green envy and resentment turned against them, something animalistic flared up inside him, a need to prove himself just as he had done at the orphanage when he was still a child.

Perhaps that was the reason that started the break of the platonic feelings the student had for his teacher.

New thoughts ran through his head as he decided how to move the pawns of his game in such a way as to receive what he wanted and thought he deserved, waiting patiently for the most suitable moment which came one summer night.

It had been a few months since the beginning of her senior year but they were almost at the end, his attitude had not changed in the slightest towards Miss Y/n and so the young woman did not suspect anything when she received a letter from Tom asking her for urgent help and giving her the coordinates of where to meet.

Worried, the young woman rushed to what she discovered was the prefects' bathroom, she was breathing heavily and was ready to solve whatever the problem was.

The young woman however had expected everything but her favorite student to wander calmly around the bathroom as he arranged the water and suds, meeting her eyes with his cold black ones, a faint smile forming on his face when he spoke "professor".

The atmosphere was suspicious in a way, suspicious but relaxing, since the aroma of soap filled the room as Tom tended to his clothes leaving them propped elegantly on a chair so they couldn't get wet "what's going on, Tom? I got your owl and I came as soon as I could" Y/n declared while she looked around, studying the bathroom in order to understand the riddle and discover why Tom Riddle had made her run all the way there.

She didn't even realize what the boy was doing before he was surrounded by the water and the foam caught her attention again.

Tom was standing in the tub, his clothes forgotten on the chair as the water made his pale skin and nearly Greek god muscles stand out; Y/n couldn't help but notice how his student had grown over the summer, making space for a decidedly attractive young man who reminded her very much of a Greek statue while her y/e/c moved around studying the parts of his skin on view, reaching his neck and finally his face.

She only realised she was holding her breath when their eyes met again, the situation they were in became much clearer to her and a blush appeared on her face making her turn quickly to give privacy to the young man who was staring at her amused with an unfamiliar twinkle behind his pitch black eyes.

She could hear him moving in the water, probably moving closer to where she was before speaking again "I've noticed that you are under a lot of stress lately....I thought a bath might help you, professor" the Slytherin revealed with a mischievous smile that relented slightly when she politely declined several times before attempting to leave the room, soon ending up in the water though, Tom's arms wrapped around her as if they were two snakes, his breath was warm against her neck and she could feel him take in her scent before letting his lips graze the delicate skin of that area "I know you want it too" whispered the young man almost in an attempt to seduce her as he sensed the shiver that ran through her body.

"No one will have to know, my mouth will remain closed" he whispered again, licking this time behind her ear before starting to play with her lobe using his teeth "come on...professor".

Miss Y/l/n's eyes flattered closed despite the fact that she tried to fight her lust, but it was immensely difficult with Tom's large, long hands, which traveled slowly all over her body exploring and almost expertly touching the areas that would make her give in.

It was as if there was a study behind it, his hands traveled with the wisdom of someone who had studied but not yet experimented with practice, this however did not silence the voices telling her not to do it.

The struggle in her head continued and the more time passed the harder it was to resist, especially now that the young adult's body was right against her back and she could feel everything from his muscular chest to his abs to his hard cock against her lower back.

His warm breath was against her now cold neck, making her

shiver and sigh deeply memorising how Tom was touching her because it had been quite some time since she had fucked anyone.

Despite the urge boiling inside her, Y/n shifted, slipping from the wizard's strong grip, stopping his next movements by placing her hand on his smooth chest.

Tom's black eyes met her y/e/c's, his large hand with long, skinny fingers wrapped around her wrist, slowly moving it to his lips, his tongue tracing its way to the inside of her hand before stopping to allow their lips to meet in a strangely soft kiss.

Miss Y/n's tits were against Tom's muscular, pale chest, her hands buried in his black hair as the boy's arms were around her waist bringing her even closer to him.

Their lips moved slowly, both of them lost in the shared sensation, exploring one of the tastes after another. It all ended, however, when Y/n regained control, noticing the head of his cock brushing against her entrance almost as if teasing her.

Reason because she forced herself to pull Tom away from her before licking her lips, weighing up her various options, she wasn't going to go all through with one of her students, it wasn't even supposed to end up like this and yet there she was in a bath with the most talented student at Hogwarts trying to seduce her.

Tom moved closer just as her internal debate ended, it only took her hand to stop him and her gaze followed by a teacher's tone to make him obey "get out of the water, sit on the edge of the pool...this is to stay between us, it won't happen again and I don't want to talk about it ever again, do you understand?" she asked after a few seconds the last question before admiring how Tom's body, shifted and emerged from the water to position itself like she had asked.

And there he was, Tom Marvolo Riddle, in all his glory and nakedness, his legs spread for her and an intense gaze focused solely on her. The young professor had listened to several conversations of the horny schoolgirls going after Tom but had not at all expected what she had in front of her now.

That didn't frighten her though, they had already reached a moment of no return and her hands instinctively moved to the young man's muscular, hairy thighs; they traveled a slow, teasing pace that made all the remaining blood go right down into his now rock hard cock.

The wizard admired closely as Y/n's hands moved over his length, pumping him a couple of times using the water as lubricant before she moved her face closer and left little licks on the tip.

Their eyes met and her mouth continued to work on him, exactly as her hands did, causing small moans followed by hisses that came out of Tom's perfect lips.

His dark eyes had not yet moved away from her just as Y/e/c's were still focused on him, it was intense.

Her tongue came out of her mouth to lick the entire length a couple of times and then take him completely in her mouth, deep throating him without him expecting it.

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, Tom's thighs shaked slightly under her hands as sinful grunts escaped his lips; his hips began to move without even meaning to, his tingling hand lusting for dominance gripped her wet hair in a tight grip so that he could choose his movements.

His hips moved swiftly as he fucked her mouth mercilessly focused on achieving his first peak of pleasure, it was a almost suffocation feeling, Tom needed more, much more, but he had almost reached his peak.

The wizard only released his hold when he came, now leaving Y/n free to move as she wanted, despite this the young witch focused her attention till the end on his tip, sucking gently as her hands massaged his balls almost as if she was milking him.

As soon as she realized she had taken every last drop, Y/n slowly pulled away, swallowing it all while looking into Tom's eyes.

The young professor had to avoid him in order to reach the entrance to the prefects' door without falling for another attempt at seduction by the student.

The two looked at each other in silence, Tom wanted to say something but Y/n silenced him with one last kiss, followed by an elegant movement of her wand and three words "this stays here".

As soon as she finished speaking she walked out of the bathroom leaving Tom standing there all alone, looking at the door, his body now dry and his uniform back, it was as if nothing had happened, as if everything had only been in his head but the lipstick marks proved something else.

In fact they only confirmed the wonderful and unexpected sensations he had felt in those few minutes he had been with her, he knew that she had sensed that it was the first time he had done this kind of activity but he also knew that she wanted more, he wanted more, there was something more and Tom was going to take it at all costs.

Things had not begun and ended that night in the prefects' bathroom at Hogwarts, the wizard would make sure of that and he would not put an end to what he had managed to get…what he had been craving for some time and now knew he could have.

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[atlasthegreatest]

Beneath the Starlit Tower / Cassandra Vole x Male Reader

In a world where magic defines worth, Y/n Lancaster—a Squib—has carved out a life of quiet resilience at Hogwarts, working in the shadows while students and staff wield the power he can never possess. When Y/n crosses paths with Cassandra Vole, a sharp-tongued Slytherin known for her icy demeanor, an unexpected bond begins to form. Beneath her guarded exterior lies a complexity he can’t ignore, and to her surprise, his unwavering optimism starts to chip away at the walls she’s carefully built.

Word count: 3817

Warnings: Angst (if you squint). Discrimination.

A/n: This was requested by an anon. Enjoy it!

The clinking of a dozen potion vials filled the air as Y/n carefully arranged them on the shelf. Professor Phineas’s office had always been dark and foreboding, but Y/n had come to find its shadows comforting in their peculiar way. Working as an assistant to the caretakers of Hogwarts wasn’t the most glamorous job, but it suited him just fine.

Unlike Argus Filch, who shuffled through the halls with a permanent scowl, Y/n approached his work with enthusiasm. The corridors of Hogwarts were alive with history and mischief, and he loved being part of it, even if his lack of magic made him stand out.

Today had been a good day so far—a crisp morning, polite students, and even a warm compliment from Professor Sprout about the herbology tools he’d repaired. But, of course, trouble was never far at Hogwarts.

Y/n heard them before he saw them: a gaggle of third-year Ravenclaws whispering and laughing behind their hands.

“Honestly, what’s the point of having a Squib work here?” a boy sneered as Y/n turned the corner, arms loaded with parchment for Headmistress McGonagall.

“Right?” his friend chimed in. “He can’t even use a levitation charm to save time. Must take him hours to do the simplest things.”

The comments stung, but Y/n forced a smile, determined not to let their words ruin his day. It wasn’t the first time students mocked his lack of magic, and it likely wouldn’t be the last. Still, as Y/n kept walking, the laughter behind him grew louder.

Suddenly, a sharp voice cut through the hallway like a whip.

“How dare you?”

The students froze, their faces paling as Cassandra Vole stepped into view. Dressed in her Slytherin robes, with dark eyes that seemed to pierce right through them, she was an intimidating sight.

“Is this what passes for intelligence in Ravenclaw these days? Laughing at someone for something they can’t control?” Her tone was icy, her words deliberate.

“We—uh, we didn’t mean anything by it,” one of the boys stammered, clearly regretting his earlier remarks.

Cassandra stepped closer, her voice lowering but no less dangerous. “You know what I think? I think you lot should be grateful he’s here at all. Merlin knows Hogwarts needs more decent people around. Now, get out of my sight before I dock points.”

Without another word, the group scattered, their robes fluttering as they hurried down the corridor.

Cassandra turned to Y/n, her expression softening slightly. “You alright?”

Y/n blinked, surprised by her sudden kindness. Cassandra Vole wasn’t exactly known for warm gestures. As one of Slytherin’s most formidable students, she had a reputation for being sharp-tongued and fiercely independent.

“Yeah,” Y/n said, clearing his throat. “Thanks for stepping in, though you didn’t have to. I’m used to it.”

“That’s not the point.” She crossed her arms, leaning casually against the wall. “People like that need to be put in their place. Besides…” She hesitated, her sharp demeanor faltering for just a moment. “You’re… different. You’re not bitter like Filch. You’re…”

“Charming? Irresistible?” He teased, flashing her a grin.

To Y/n’s surprise, her lips twitched, almost forming a smile. “Insufferable, more like,” she shot back, but there was no malice in her voice.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Y/n said, shifting the stack of parchment in his arms. “Seriously, though. Thanks, Cassandra. It means a lot.”

She tilted her head, studying Y/n with an intensity that made his cheeks heat up. “Don’t mention it. And… if they bother you again, let me know. I’ll handle it.”

With that, Cassandra turned on her heel and strode away, leaving Y/n standing there, heart pounding.

———————-

Y/n always thought of Cassandra as unapproachable, someone who existed in a world far removed from his. But in that brief moment, she’d shown him a side of herself that was entirely unexpected—and maybe even a little bit vulnerable.

As the weeks passed, Y/n found himself crossing paths with her more often. Sometimes she’d stop to talk, her sarcasm softening as the two of them shared stories about their day. Other times, she’d simply sit nearby, quietly observing as Y/n worked on small repairs around the castle.

Their conversations grew longer, their banter sharper, and somewhere along the way, Y/n realized he was looking forward to seeing her.

For Cassandra, it was the same. She’d always prided herself on her independence, but something about Y/n’s warmth and optimism drew her in. He was a puzzle—someone who had every reason to be bitter about his circumstances but chose not to be.

One evening, as they sat together in the empty library, she finally said it.

“You know, you’re not what I expected.”

“Neither are you,” Y/n replied, meeting her gaze.

She smirked, leaning closer. “Then maybe we’re both full of surprises.”

And in that quiet moment, surrounded by the scent of old books and the faint glow of candlelight, the connection between them deepened, unspoken but undeniable.

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Hogwarts had its way of keeping everyone busy. The teachers with their lectures, the students with their mischief, and Y/n with his endless to-do list. But even amid the chaos of magical life, Cassandra had become a surprising constant in his days.

It was subtle at first. A passing glance in the hall, a smirk when she caught him grinning at some forgotten joke. But soon, the moments added up. Y/n found himself looking forward to her sharp wit and unexpected kindness, and it seemed she had a knack for finding him whenever he was alone.

Like tonight.

The sun had dipped behind the horizon hours ago, leaving the castle bathed in the flickering light of torches and the soft glow of enchanted lanterns. Y/n was in the Great Hall, stacking chairs after a late dinner. It was routine work, the kind that didn’t require much thought, but it gave him time to think.

“Do they pay you for this?”

The boy turned, startled, to see Cassandra leaning against the doorway. Her arms were crossed, but there was a playful glint in her green eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’re here to mock my lack of wand work,” Y/n said, setting down the last chair with an exaggerated flourish. “I thought we were past that.”

She smirked, pushing off the wall and walking toward him. “I wouldn’t waste my time mocking you. Plenty of people do that already.”

“Wow, that’s comforting,” Y/n replied dryly, but the girl’s tone had been lighter than usual.

Cassandra glanced at the neat rows of chairs. “Honestly, though. You do all this without magic. How do you not go mad?”

The boy shrugged, wiping his hands on his trousers. “Magic’s not everything, you know. Sure, it’d be easier if I could just wave a wand, but there’s something satisfying about doing things my way. Gives me time to think.”

“About what?”

Y/n hesitated, caught off guard by the question. Her gaze was steady, curious. Cassandra wasn’t one to ask idle questions, and for a moment, he wondered if she genuinely wanted to know—or if she was testing him.

“About the students,” Y/n admitted. “How they’re growing up surrounded by all this wonder, but some of them don’t even appreciate it. About how Filch keeps the castle running when most people barely notice he’s there. And sometimes…” he paused, his voice growing quieter. “About what it would’ve been like to be a wizard.”

Cassandra’s expression shifted, the sharp edges softening into something almost… sympathetic.

“Being a wizard isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,” she said after a moment. “Trust me.”

Y/n tilted his head, intrigued. “That so?”

She looked away, her fingers brushing over the edge of a nearby table. “People expect too much. They think because you have magic, you should be able to do everything. Be everything. And if you can’t…” She trailed off, her voice laced with bitterness.

Y/n watched her for a moment, piecing together the unspoken words. Cassandra Vole, the Slytherin star, always seemed so confident, so sure of herself. But there was a weight behind her words that hinted at something deeper.

“I think you’re wrong,” he said gently.

Cassandra’s head snapped up, her eyes narrowing. “Excuse me?”

Y/n chuckled, holding up his hands. “Not about the pressure. I’m sure that’s real. But about magic. It’s not what makes someone worth anything. It’s who they are—what they do. Like you.”

Cassandra blinked, clearly caught off guard. “What about me?”

“You’re brilliant,” he said simply. “You could’ve walked past those Ravenclaws without a second thought, but you didn’t. You stood up for someone who couldn’t stand up for themselves. That’s not magic. That’s you.”

For a moment, Cassandra just stared at the boy, her expression unreadable. Then, to Y/n’s surprise, she let out a soft laugh—light and genuine, a sound he’d never heard from her before.

“You’re ridiculous,” she said, shaking her head.

“Ridiculously charming,” Y/n corrected, grinning.

“Ridiculously full of yourself,” Cassandra shot back, but there was no venom in her tone.

The two of them stood there for a while, the quiet of the Great Hall wrapping around them like a cocoon. It felt different, this time—less like an encounter and more like a moment.

“So,” Y/n said eventually, breaking the silence. “What brings you here, anyway? I didn’t peg you as the ‘chat with the Squib’ type.”

Cassandra smirked, but there was a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. “Maybe I just wanted some peace.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “In the Great Hall? At night?”

“Maybe I wanted to see if you’d still be here,” the blond girl admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

That stopped Y/n cold. For all her sharp remarks and teasing, Cassandra had never been this direct.

“Well,” the boy said softly, stepping closer, “you found me.”

Cassandra met Y/n’s gaze, her usual walls nowhere to be found. At that moment, the Great Hall felt impossibly vast and yet startlingly intimate, as if the rest of the world had fallen away.

“You’re not like anyone else here,” she said finally, her voice steady but her eyes betraying a hint of vulnerability. “And… I think I like that.”

Y/n’s breath caught, her words sinking in like a spell he’d never need a wand to cast.

“Good,” he said, his voice tinged with both humor and sincerity. “Because I think I like you, too.”

Cassandra’s smirk returned, softer this time. “Careful, Squib. You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“Worth the risk,” Y/n replied, and for the first time in years, he felt like maybe, just maybe, magic wasn’t the only kind of power worth chasing.

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The days following that quiet confession in the Great Hall were, to Y/n’s surprise, not awkward. If anything, the bond between him and Cassandra grew stronger, though in subtle, unspoken ways. She didn’t need to say much—she never did—but there was something in the way she’d linger when she saw him in the halls, or the small, knowing smirk she’d flash whenever their paths crossed.

Cassandra Vole wasn’t the type to wear her heart on her sleeve, but Y/n was learning to read her tells.

Tonight, the castle was unusually quiet, even for a Saturday evening. The students had congregated in their common rooms or snuck off to Hogsmeade for the last of the winter festivities. Y/n spent most of his day in the library, repairing a cracked bookshelf while Madam Pince muttered about careless students under her breath.

As he stepped into the Astronomy Tower for some air, he found her there, gazing out at the snow-covered grounds.

“Bit cold for stargazing, isn’t it?” Y/n said, announcing his presence with an easy smile.

Cassandra didn’t flinch. She turned her head slightly, acknowledging him with a glance before returning her attention to the horizon.

“Some things are worth braving the cold for,” she replied, her voice softer than usual.

Y/n stepped closer, the crunch of snow underfoot muffled by the biting wind. She was wrapped in her Slytherin scarf, her hands tucked into her cloak. The stars above were brilliant tonight, scattered across the sky like shards of glass, but his focus was entirely on her.

“Something on your mind?” He asked gently.

Cassandra hesitated, her shoulders stiffening. “You ask too many questions.”

“Maybe,” Y/n said, leaning against the parapet beside her, “but you wouldn’t keep answering them if you didn’t want to talk.”

Cassandra glanced at him, her expression unreadable, before letting out a quiet sigh. “Sometimes I come up here to think. It’s the only place where it feels like the rest of the world is far enough away.”

The boy nodded, understanding all too well. “Big castle, but it can feel pretty small sometimes.”

“Exactly.”

Silence settled between them, not uncomfortable but heavy with unspoken thoughts. Y/n watched her from the corner of his eye, the way the moonlight highlighted the sharp angles of her face, her hair catching the breeze like a ribbon of shadow.

“You don’t have to carry it all alone, you know,” he said after a while.

Cassandra stiffened again, her walls slamming up so fast that Y/n could almost hear them. “What are you talking about?”

“Whatever it is that’s weighing on you,” Y/n replied, keeping his voice calm. “I can see it, Cassandra. You might act like nothing gets to you, but I know better.”

Her jaw tightened, and for a moment, Y/n thought she’d shut him out completely. But then Cassandra surprised him—again.

“It’s not that simple,” she said, her voice barely audible over the wind.

“Doesn’t mean you have to do it alone,” Y/n countered.

Cassandra turned to face the boy fully now, her eyes narrowing. “And what do you think you can do about it, huh? You, the Squib who has to lug chairs around because he can’t even levitate them?”

The words stung, sharper than any spell, but Y/n didn’t flinch. He’d come to expect Cassandra’s barbs, especially when she felt cornered.

“Maybe nothing,” he admitted, meeting her glare with steady resolve. “But I can listen. And I can remind you that you don’t have to be the person everyone expects you to be all the time.”

Cassandra’s anger faltered, replaced by something closer to frustration—or maybe fear. She looked away, her hands gripping the edge of the stone parapet.

“You don’t understand,” she said bitterly. “I have to be that person. If I’m not, then what am I? Just another name in a long line of forgettable witches.”

“You’re not forgettable,” Y/n said softly. “Not to me.”

The words hung in the air between them, fragile yet unyielding. Cassandra stared at Y/n, her expression cracking just enough for Y/n to see the vulnerability underneath.

“I don’t get you,” she said finally, shaking her head. “You’ve got every reason to be bitter. To hate this place, to hate people like me. But you don’t.”

“I guess I’ve learned that hating people for things they can’t control doesn’t make life any easier,” the boy said with a shrug. “And for what it’s worth, I don’t hate you, Cassandra. Far from it.”

Cassandra let out a humorless laugh, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’re either incredibly naive or incredibly stupid.”

“Maybe both,” Y/n said with a grin, and for once, the blond girl didn’t argue.

Instead, she stepped closer, her expression softening into something that made Y/n’s heart race. “You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met,” she murmured, her voice low and steady. “And that terrifies me.”

“Why?” Y/n asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Because you make me want things I don’t think I deserve,” Cassandra admitted, her eyes searching Y/n’s.

Y/n reached out, hesitant at first, until his hand brushed hers. She didn’t pull away.

“Maybe you deserve more than you think,” Y/n said. “And maybe I do, too.”

Cassandra’s gaze flickered to his hand, then back to Y/n’a face. For the first time since he’d met her, she looked uncertain—but also hopeful.

“I hate how much sense you make sometimes,” she said, her lips twitching into a faint smile.

“Just one of my many talents,” Y/n replied, his smile widening.

Cassandra laughed quietly, the sound warming the cold night air. At that moment, with the stars above and the world far below, Cassandra Vole let down her walls just enough for Y/n to see the person she’d been hiding all along.

And Y/n, the Squib who was supposed to be invisible in a magical world, felt like he’d finally found someone who saw him for who he was.

Bonus Chapter:

Hogwarts was always quieter after curfew, but tonight, the silence seemed alive. The distant hum of magic in the castle walls pulsed faintly as if the ancient stones themselves were keeping watch. Y/n wasn’t sure what had led him to the Astronomy Tower again tonight—maybe the fresh air, or maybe just a nagging feeling that something was unfinished.

The climb was as familiar as the back of his hand by now. Y/n’s steps were soft against the worn stone stairs, and when he reached the top, he wasn’t surprised to see her. Cassandra stood near the edge, her silhouette framed by the moonlight as if the stars themselves had bent low to crown her.

“Do you ever sleep?” Y/n teased, leaning against the doorframe.

Cassandra didn’t turn, but he could see the faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Do you?”

“Touché,” Y/n admitted, stepping closer. The night air was sharp, but the chill didn’t bother him. “Let me guess. Needed to clear your head again?”

“Something like that,” she said, her voice quieter than usual.

Y/n stopped a few feet away, sensing her mood was different tonight. Normally, Cassandra had a sharp edge to her—armor she wore against the world. But now, she seemed… softer, as if the wind had stripped away her defenses.

“Do you ever think about leaving this place?” Cassandra asked suddenly, her gaze fixed on the horizon.

Her question caught Y/n off guard. “Hogwarts?”

She nodded. “All of it. The magic. The expectations. Everything.”

Y/n thought about it for a moment. “Sometimes. I mean, it’s not like I’d lose much. I don’t have magic, so it’s not exactly my world to leave.”

Cassandra’s head turned sharply toward him, her green eyes narrowing. “Don’t say that.”

Y/n blinked, surprised by the intensity in her voice. “It’s true, though. I’ve always been on the outside looking in. That’s just how it is.”

“No, it’s not,” the blonde snapped, her tone laced with frustration. “You might not have magic, but you see this place more clearly than most of us do. You’re more a part of it than half the idiots wandering around waving wands.”

Her words stunned Y/n into silence. Cassandra had defended him before, but this felt different—more personal.

“Cassandra…” the boy began, unsure of what to say.

The girl shook her head as if brushing away her anger. “Forget it. I just hate when you talk about yourself like you don’t matter.”

Y/n stepped closer, his heart pounding. “I didn’t realize you cared so much.”

Cassandra rolled her eyes, but the blush creeping up her neck betrayed her. “Don’t get cocky, Squib.”

“Too late,” Y/n said with a grin, hoping to lighten the mood. “I’m basking in your admiration right now.”

“Insufferable,” she muttered, but her lips twitched in amusement.

For a moment, the two of them stood in silence, the tension easing. Y/n leaned against the parapet, stealing a glance at her. Cassandra Vole, sharp-tongued and guarded, had let him see parts of her no one else had. And with every glimpse, he found himself falling harder.

“Why do you stay?” Cassandra asked suddenly, her voice barely above a whisper.

The question hung in the air, raw and vulnerable.

“Here?” Y/n asked, gesturing around him.

She nodded, not meeting the boy’s gaze. “In a place that reminds you of what you don’t have. Of what you can’t do.”

Y/n thought about it—thought about it. “Because it’s not just about what I don’t have. It’s about what I do. I get to see magic every day. I get to help people, even if it’s just in small ways. And… well, recently, I’ve had another reason to stay.”

Cassandra’s head snapped toward him, her eyes searching his. “What’s that?”

Y/n took a deep breath, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. “You.”

Cassandra’s eyes widened, her usual composure slipping. For a second, Y/n worried he’d gone too far, that he’d pushed her when she wasn’t ready.

But then, Cassandra did something he hadn’t expected.

She laughed—a quiet, breathless sound that carried no sarcasm or malice. “You’re unbelievable,” she said, shaking her head.

“Is that a good thing?” Y/n asked cautiously.

Cassandra stepped closer, her voice dropping to a near whisper. “For once, yeah. It is.”

The space between them seemed to disappear, the chill of the night forgotten. Cassandra reached out hesitantly, her hand brushing against his. Y/n froze, his breath hitching, but he didn’t pull away.

“I don’t know how you do it,” she murmured. “How you make everything feel… easier.”

“It’s just my charm,” Y/n said lightly, though his voice was unsteady.

Cassandra’s lips quirked into a faint smile, but her eyes remained serious. “Don’t ruin the moment.”

“Right. Sorry.”

For a long moment, neither of them moved. The air was thick with something unspoken, something fragile yet unbreakable.

Then, slowly, Cassandra leaned in, her forehead resting against Y/n’s. Her touch was tentative as if she wasn’t entirely sure she was allowed to be this close.

“You scare me,” she admitted, her voice so soft the boy almost missed it.

“Why?” Y/n asked, his voice barely audible.

“Because you make me want things I’ve never let myself want,” Cassandra said. “And I don’t know what to do with that.”

Y/n reached down, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You don’t have to do anything, Cassandra. Just… let it be what it is.”

The girl closed her eyes, exhaling slowly. For once, the ever-confident Cassandra Vole didn’t have a sharp reply or a clever retort. She was just herself, vulnerable and unguarded in a way that made Y/n’s chest ache.

And in that quiet moment, with the stars above and the moonlight washing over them both, she pressed her lips against his.

The kiss was soft, tentative—like a question waiting to be answered. And when Y/n kissed her back, his heart hammering in his chest, he knew the answer was yes.

When Cassandra pulled away, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes searching Y/n’s. “You’re not going to make this easy, are you?”

“Not a chance,” the boy said with a grin.

She laughed again, shaking her head. “Good.”

The two of them stayed there for a while longer, the world falling away until it was just them together under the endless expanse of stars.