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liv2post · 9 months ago

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Hello!!! I have another request if you have time, but I was wondering if you could do something with Severus and reader where they're super close and in love with each other but they're the only ones who can't see it 😭

Hi! I hope this is to your liking! I've never really written an oblivious pairing before, so I hope this works with your request '3'

Word Count: ~1.4k Pairing: Severus Snape/Professor!Reader Read on ao3!

Baffled

It was appalling how long you and Severus had managed to thwart her, Filius, and Dumbledore’s bet. Minerva sat in the staff lounge, grumbling at the seeming lack of progress. They had made the bet nearly a year ago and it didn’t seem like it would ever officially meet its crescendo. The bet was about you and a certain Potion’s professor. She had seen the way the two of you had looked at one another when you both met for the first time, the way intrigue shined in both of your eyes despite initially remaining to yourselves. Filius had to practically orchestrate your first interaction, “accidentally” requesting both of your help to control a room whose furniture had “mysteriously come to life” and couldn’t be controlled with just the wizard’s magic alone.

Since then, your interactions have blossomed from collegial to friendly to…whatever the hell was going on between you.

Love.

Or at least that’s what the Transfiguration teacher could hope for. It was an understatement to say that the two of you were arguably closer to one another than anyone else. However, the way you were closer to Severus made her think that it was love more than it was friendship.

Severus didn’t let anyone touch him. Anyone. The man could barely stand casual touch; a hand on the shoulder, a nudge with the elbow, and yet, the liberty had been granted to you. And the man didn’t shy away from it either. But it went beyond such little touches unbeknownst to Minerva. There had been a few instances where you had given him scalp massages. Imagine, the Potion’s master let someone touch his hair.

Outside of touches, the two of you could also be seen at each other’s side; sitting at meals, walking through Hogsmeade, the castle corridors, and lounging in the staff room. Just talking. Or reading in silence. And when the two of you talked, he would smile.

He would smile for Merlin’s sake!

And then there was that one time when she had walked down to the Potion’s classroom in need of a sleeping draught from Severus.

She had pushed open the door only to be met with the sight of you and Severus hovering over a boiling cauldron, the both of you shifting your weight unsteadily and gripping the edge of the table, both smelling of firewhiskey.

“Are you two quite well?” she questioned urgently.

Severus and had pressed his lips together, while you had burst into a fit of snorting giggles. “Mhm! Yep, we're alllllll good heeeeere,” you smiled, stumbling back onto a stool and patting your legs happily. “We maybe had a bit to drink.”

She raised an inquisitive eyebrow at Severus. “Really, drinking and brewing?”

“I’m no less smart drunk than I am sober, Minerva. I have all my facilities, though I can’t say the same for Y/N,” he sneered teasingly at you.

You blew a raspberry at him, prompting him to grab the nearby potions textbook and bopping you on the head. In response, you had made an attempt to shove him, but the force of the push moved you back on the stool rather than having an impact on the man. The stool began to fall backward and as you tried to steady yourself, Severus shot a hand out and grabbed your arm, tugging you back to him and holding you against his side.

“Quit messing around, you insufferable girl.”

She was baffled to no end.

“Ravenclaw.”

“Slytherin.”

“Ravenclaw.”

“Slytherin.”

Both of your bickering interrupted Minerva’s reminiscing as the door to the teachers’ lounge opened.

“What are you arguing about now?” she quipped.

“We’re debating on what house me and Severus’s hypothetical child would be.”

Filius, who had been drinking tea on the chair opposite of Minerva began to choke as Minerva herself stumbled over her words in nonpluss. “Wh- I beg your pardon?!”

“Hypothetical child, Minerva,” Severus emphasized with a roll of his eyes, following you to the cabinet to grab his preferred flavored tea. Filius and Minerva met each other’s gaze, both thinking the same thing: Are these two really that oblivious?

Finally, the annual Yule Ball had come and Dumbledore decided to take matters into his own hands. The conniving man had arranged for both of you to have chaperoning duties at the same time. In accordance with the rules, both of you had dressed up in formal attire, but neither of you had any intention of actually dancing with the other, especially in front of the students.

No matter how much the both of you had wanted.

“But that was ridiculous, wasn’t it?” you thought to yourself, inches from your partner in crime, who kept his hands clasped behind his back, surveying the students on the dance floor. He was your best friend. He probably didn’t see you as anything else. Surely if he did, he’d have made a move or dropped hints, right?

Severus was enduring the same turmoil, resisting the urge to place a hand on your waist and guide you to somewhere more private. You looked exceptionally beautiful, more beautiful than you did every day you saw each other. You were his closest friend and he didn’t want to ruin anything on the off chance that he was wrong. He thought he had given you enough indication about his feelings towards you, though they were rather indirect. Or maybe you just didn’t see him that way, and therefore didn’t consider them to be hints…

“Severus. Y/N,” the Headmaster greeted. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but I believe I saw some students taking to carousing in the courtyard. Could you two handle that? I can watch those dancing in your place.”

“Of course, Headmaster,” Severus nodded and you followed after the professor in black who swept out the Great Hall.

But there were no students out there. It was an outright lie. He just wanted to get the two of you alone without any students’ eyes on you. The man counted down from two minutes in his head before quietly slipping out of the Great Hall himself. He paused outside of the doorway to the courtyard, casually peering out toward the stone fountain. The two of you were talking, the quietude of your conversation deaf on his ears as he watched the both of you trying to calm your nerves, Severus gripping his wrist hard behind his back, you playing with your fingers in front of your stomach.

But both your thoughts were loud, and Dumbledore could hear you and Severus cursing the headmaster for setting up a situation where the both of you were alone, bathed in moonlight with music drifting out through the windows of the Great Hall, neither of you wanting to take the plunge.

“Ask her to dance, Severus,” Dumbledore mentally sent to Severus.

Severus stiffened, refusing to whip his head toward the doorway of the courtyard.

“Go. Away,” Severus thought back harshly.

“I will when you ask her to dance. She obviously wants to.”

Dumbledore felt Severus block their mental connection as a few seconds later the Potions professor slowly brought his hands down to his side, one curling nervously into a fist, the other he offered hesitantly to you, mouthing something at the same time. Dumbledore watched as a soft smile grew on your lips and you nodded fervently.

Dumbledore stepped back out of sight, smiling to himself in satisfaction as he went to converse with a nearby painting as he waited. Some minutes passed before the two of you reentered the castle, your lipstick lightly stamped on one of Severus’s cheeks and slightly smeared on his own mouth.

“Well, it’s about time,” Dumbledore remarked, not just referring to the amount of time you both spent outside.

The both of you blushed the same shade of your lipstick. “Shut up,” you both muttered, as Severus grabbed your hand and tugged you close to him, the both of you sweeping away to the dungeons. Dumbledore just chuckled, turning on his heel and returning to his colleagues in the Great Hall.

He had winnings to collect.

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weasleyreidstyles · 20 days ago

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Wait lowk need a amortentia trope in serendipity like before they even interacted as much? Maybe if you could write that please 💕

an: i very much agree!!! im sorry if this is the worst piece of writing you've ever read....please give me grace as im very out of practice LOL....so this little scene is set pre-serendipity!! thanks for the request 🤭🤭💕

also i know that according to the lexicon and other sources, it takes like a week to make the potion but for the purpose of my own timeline, its a fast tracked process (like 2 hours max – to fit a typical double lesson structure) !!

love is for fools — mattheo riddle

"Powerful infatuations can be induced by the skilful potioneer, but never yet has anyone managed to create the truly unbreakable, eternal, unconditional attachment that alone can be called love." — Hector Dagworth-Granger regarding love potions; The Tales of Beedle the Bard

The potions classroom was dark and smelled faintly of crushed herbs and mildew from the stone walls that were slick with age. It was a heavy juxtaposition to the air outside of the classroom. Professor Snape was stood in a shrouded corner of the room, heavy cloak draped around him like shadows as he waited for you all to enter in a calm and silent fashion.

You'd just come from a horrific double session of Defence where Professor Umbridge had, once again, undermined and belittled Harry infront of the entire class, leaving Riddle and his gaggle of friends snickering at the back of the room, with no consequences. To say you were fuming for your best friend would be an understatement. But after experiencing one of her detentions on multiple occasions Harry, and even Fred, had made you promise not to do, or say, anything that the terrorising professor would deem worthy enough to gift you one of her torture sessions.

But as the rest of October ensued, it was becoming harder and harder to keep your loose promise to both boys.

"Someone needs to bring her attitude down a peg or two." You mutter to Ron, who nods his head in grim agreement. "Why won't Dumbledore do anything?"

"Suppose he's not allowed to interfere with the Ministry." Ron replies and you roll your eyes in light annoyance.

"He's never been afraid to oppose them before. And its not like he's oblivious to what she's been doing during her detentions." You whisper, voice barely heard over the scrape of chairs as you and your peers take your seats. You sneak a glance at Harry's freshly bandaged hand and grimace. "It's absolutely barbaric and he can't keep ignoring it."

Ron hums in agreement as he slams his ink pot onto the table, prompting Snape to glare at him with barely hidden disgust.

His beady eyes scan over the room, slow and assessing. They linger on where you, Ron, Hermione and Harry are grouped together at one of the stations, alongside two Hufflepuffs and Padma Patil, who was whispering to her sister on the station next to her's. He then focuses on where Malfoy, Berkshire and Zabini conspire over a piece of parchment in the back, and of course, he says nothing about them, and their other friends, not paying attention.

"Today you will be brewing blindly. To test whether or not you should consider choosing Potions as a subject next year." His monotonous drawl fills the room like an echo.

You could physically feel the way Harry rolled his eyes as he glared, not so inconspicuously, at his least favourite Professor.

"Only few of you in this class will be competent enough to understand which potion you will be brewing when I say it must have a mother-of-pearl appearance." He continues, eyes still continuously scanning the classroom.

Wordlessly, and without him picking up his wand, the ingredients for the potion appear on the blackboard behind him:

One piece of Bdellium....Five Flutterby bush flowers....One sprig of Knotgrass...Three Lacewing flies....

You were brewing Amortentia. The most powerful, dangerous love potion in the world. A NEWT level potion that, if brewed wrong, could cause very serious side effects and even death. And for this reason, Dumbledore had banned the sale, production and usage of such a potion outside of school hours.

While you had faith in your friends, most of the class were abysmal at potion brewing. And Snape was notorious for getting people to try their own potions if he so felt like it.

This would be an interesting couple of hours.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

The dungeons were sweltering by the time the first hour had passed.

You had sweat collecting at the bottom of your ponytail, and beside you, Hermione's once pristine curls had become frizzier as the hour progressed. Harry and Ron looked no better, either. In the cauldron between the two of you, your brew had begun to have a slight sheen, however it wasn't quite pearly enough to be a satisfactory brew of Amortentia.

"We just need to keep stirring it anti-clockwise now that we've added the lavender." Hermione says, her voice airy and tired, a side-effect to the heat that swirled around the room. You nodded wordlessly and continued with the ladel as she reaches for her bottled water from her bag underneath the bench. "I hate how there are no windows down here."

"Right! Seems very impractical when we're surrounded by dangerous fumes." You mumble, scrunching your nose up as you get a whiff of whatever your potion was beginning to smell like: firewood or old parchment; you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

"What can you smell in the potion right now?" You ask Hermione, who leans close to the nose of the cauldron and breathes in a decent amount of the steam that had begun to settle on the surface of the potion.

"I'm not sure, but we've definitely done it right. Freshly mown grass and new parchment. I think." She responds, thoughtfully. "What about you."

"I can't quite put my finger on it. At first it smelt like smoke but now," you breathe in some of the more concentrated steam, "now I can definitely smell cinnamon or some kind of spiced herb and I think I can smell the soap Mrs Weasley has in the bathrooms back at The Burrow, too."

Hermione is smirking by the time you've recounted what you can smell.

"We've definitely brewed it right." She says, a giggle rising in her throat as you stare at her incredulously.

"Why are you laughing, Mione?" You ask, confusion lacing your rosy face.

"Cinnamon, spiced herbs and Mrs Weasley's soap." Hermione repeats what you said back to you slowly, as if trying to emphasise a point she had made in silence.

"Meadow don't be dim! You must know who the scents remind you of."

You stare at her dumbly for a moment, before going back to the potion, which had begun to give off the correct characteristics of an Amortentia potion, and smelling the steam that was rolling off of it in waves.

And then it hit you immediately. And Hermione's laugh echoed around your station, quietly so she didn't have Snape breathing down your necks, which gathered the attention of Harry and Ron, who stared at you both like you'd gone mad. And maybe you had.

Cinnamon and clove; Mrs Weasley's soap. You were smelling Fred Weasley.

Gods, Ron was going to throttle you.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

With the revelation that you were apparently in love with your best friend's older brother, your potion, and a handful of other people's potions were completed, which also signified that the lesson was almost over.

Two hours of sweltering torture and you were ready to collapse into a pool of ice water, at this point.

Your friends clearly felt the same sentiment. Harry's hair was even messier than usual, sticking slightly to the nape of his neck and his glasses were constantly fogging up from the humidity. Ron had his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his tie was loose around his collar, Snape's qualms about his incorrect use of his uniform long forgotten in the heat. And Hermione's hair had somehow gotten more frizzy in the last hour than ever before, although you had mumbled a spell you'd been perfecting wandlessly which tampered it down quite a bit, which your Gryffindor friend was grateful for.

Professor Snape looked as he always did once he took centre stage at the front of the dark classroom once more, dressed head to toe in black; his cloak draping down him like a blanket. One glance at the Slytherins showed that, they too were formidable against the blistering sweatbox that was the dungeons potions room.

Even Theo Nott, someone that you were now forced to put up with due to Prefect Patrols in the evenings, looked as prim and proper as he always did: not a crease to be seen in his shirt or robe, his tie not askew like so many others in the room. He looked as if the heat did not affect him at all, only the slightest tinge of rose on his cheeks gave it away. The rest of his group was in the same condition as him: not a hair out of place, looking as if they hadn't just brewed a complex potion for two straight hours. The only odd one our was Riddle, who was sat lazily in his seat, lounging as if he wasn't in a classroom. Tie half undone, shirt untucked but not ruffled, hair a mess but not in a scruffy, sweaty way. And yet, you had to admit that despite his devil-may-care attitude, he still managed to look effortlessly good. Although you'd never, ever admit that out loud.

Gods, they were all insufferable.

Before thoughts of hexing the smug look of aloofness from Riddle's face could be entained for even a moment, Snape's voice filled the room with a commanding cadence that sent the whispering between stations to an immediate halt.

"You have had two hours to brew your Amortentia." He says, gazing lazily towards each cauldron on the tables in front of him. "Some of you," he looks around at the few cauldrons, including your's, where the tell-tale steam rises and evaporates into the atmosphere, "have been successful and may even have the slightest chance of entering my classroom next year."

"Others, like Longbottom," he turns his glare onto the nervous Gryffindor who practically sinks into his seat. "Have failed so astronomically, that I may consider taking you off the course, prematurely, myself."

Neville and even a few other students cower at that and it sends Riddle and his posse into a fit of quiet snickering that forces you to send a glare over your shoulder at them. Ron does the same. They ignore you both and continue to laugh at other people's misfortune.

"But the Headmaster would, unfortunately, never allow that. So in that case, we won't be testing out those potions." Snape continues as if his Slytherin students were not currently being disruptive towards him.

'Fucking favouritism. Perhaps they should have a taste of Umbridge's punishments.' You think bitterly, and you swear Nott and Riddle's laughter grows a little louder, but you must just be too distracted by their loudness.

"Miss Meadow and Miss Granger," Snape says, snapping you from your thoughts. "Bring up your sample."

Once you have gotten a vile full of your potion, you wordlessly stand up and walk to the front of the class, Hermione hot on your heels. Snape swirls the glass under his nose for a second and breathes in the potion's aroma. He's silent for a moment before the ghost of smile flashes across his face. It's gone before either of you can blink.

"Tell me, Miss Meadow. What do you smell in your potion?" He asks, blatantly ignoring your friend beside you, who is bouncing on her feet with restless energy, eager to be told that you'd done it right. The whole room had begun to smell like your potion at this point. But you know that in higher concentrations, Amortentia tends to be stronger in scent. Not that you're complaining, though.

"Umm..." You pause and your eyes catch Ron's before you look away immediately. "Cinnamon and clove, fresh soap and–"

You pause as another smell becomes more clear to you when you smell the air again.

"–and something smokey. Like a fireplace or burning embers."

You sneak a glance at Ron, who is staring at you with widened eyes before he turns to Harry as if to wordlessly say, "can you believe what we're hearing right now?!?!"

Harry, of course, is clueless. But Hermione just smiles knowlingly.

"Very well." Snape responds to you before his eyes are finally snapping to the back of the room, where the Slytherins are all gathered.

"Mr Riddle," he says monotonously and the boy looks away from where he had been staring aimlessly around the classroom.

Riddle makes an exaggerated effort to get a whiff of his own potion, the scent of whatever it is that satisfies him clearly catching him off guard as his brows furrow in light confusion.

"I don't know." He says boredly. "Wildflowers and rain."

He doesn't elaborate and Snape doesn't pester him for an answer but when you take your seat, you feel the beginning of a headache form at the back of your skull.

You grimace and rub at the spot that hurts but think nothing of it. It's probably the discomfort of the heat finally getting to you now that you know you can leave and sit in the courtyard once the clock strikes midday.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

The air in Professor Slughorn's classroom is vastly different to what you've been used to experiencing while Snape was your Potions teacher in the past. Despite the fact that it was still held in the dungeons, this classroom felt brighter somehow. More cosy and breathable in comparison to the dreary environment that caused you and your friends to dread ever having a lesson down in the depths of the castle.

Walking into the first potions lesson of the year was not dissimilar to what it had been like before, except this year the class was vastly smaller than it had been in previous years. Only a handful of your classmates had evidently passed the Potions OWL, as there were about twenty of you in total.

You and Hermione followed Lavender Brown and Romilda Vane through the door and you're met with a variety of smells that hit you all at once. It's impossible to tell one scent from another.

Theo and Pansy are already sat at a station near that back of the room and you immediately drag Hermione to the remaining two seats. She follows, albeit begrudgingly, and her face paints a picture of unease as Pasny smiles at her and then you in greeting.

"Must we sit here?" She mutters under her breathe, casting a look of dread and disgust towards the station next to you, where Riddle sits with Berkshire, as aloof as always.

"I'm sorry but I'm not sitting next to Romilda bloody Vane all year. I think I'd pitch myself from the Astronomy Tower." You reply quietly. "Besides Pansy and Theo aren't so bad."

"She's right, Granger. We are a dream." Theo butts into your conversation with a smirk that stretches across his whole face.

You and Pansy roll your eyes.

"You do have a point, Meadow. At least we won't see her oggling Harry." Hermione replies to you, ignoring Theo altogether.

He sees this and his mouth drops open dramatically.

"Tesoro! Your friend cannot ignore me!" He says with a whine that has all of his friends, including you, scoffing at his theatrics. But you don't say anything, only smirk as he becomes more gobsmacked at the fact that a girl could blatantly ignore his existence. But you can see how Hermione visibly relaxes beside you and you're instantly grateful that he was able to, unknowingly, put her at ease.

'You and your friends really don't like us do you?' His voice is grating in your mind and you grimace as a stabbing pain slices through your skull at the slightest intrusion.

'You've all been worldclass dicks to her, and the others, for years. I'm surprised she hasn't gotten up and moved tables.' You say, or you think you say, in response to him.

And by the way he raises an eyebrow at you and laughs under his breath, you don't know whether you have succeeded or not. And it bothers you to no end.

'You need more practice, Princess.' He says and for the rest of the lesson, you know that your head is going to hurt more from this slight interaction than it will if Ron and Harry were to get into another Quidditch debate.

Speaking of, the two boys stumbled into the classroom, later than usual, their uniforms askew and bags half hanging off their shoulders. Professor Slughorn however, hardly batted an eyelid as they took the teo remaining seats near the back of the room.

The Professor only smiled warmly at Harry, who sat down with huff, before he stood in front of his desk, ready to address the class.

"Now then," He says, clasping his hands together before he motions towards everyone. "Get your scales and potions kits out, everyone. And your copies of Advanced Potion-Making too-"

Harry's raised hand halts his instruction.

"Sir?" He asks, his face tinged red.

"Yes, Harry, m'boy?" Slughorn asks and from beside you, you can see Theo roll his eyes. You kick his shin with your foot.

'Tesoro what the fuck!'

You ignore him, and the stabbing pain in the back of your head, rubbing at it in mild annoyance.

"I haven't got a book or scales or anything – neither has Ron – we didn't realise we'd be able to do the NEWTs you see-"

"Yes! Professor McGonagall mentioned so. But not to worry, my dear boy, not to worry at all! You can use ingredients from the store cupboard today and I'm sure I can lend you some scales. There's a small stock of old books in the cupboard at the back of the room too. They'll do until you can write to Flourish and Blotts..."

You tune the conversation out, instead focusing intently on your abandoned quill that rests on the table. In your mind, you make a swirling notion which sends the quill into graceful spirals which occupies your bored state until the sound of a minute scuffle interrupts you.

Harry and Ron are grasping for a book. A book. You can't believe your eyes.

When Ron victoriously wanders back to his seat with the more pristine version of Advanced Potion-Making you smirk at Harry who holds a battered, crumpled version that has clearly seen better days.

Hermione stifles a laugh from beside you.

"Now then," Slughorn says, which gathers your attention once more. "I have prepared a few potions for you to have a look at, just out of interest, you know. These are the kind of thing you ought to be able to make after completing your N.E.W.T.s. You ought to have heard of 'em, even if you haven't made 'em yet. Can anyone tell me what this one is?"

He begins going through each potion that had been sat at the main station at the front of the room, which explained why you were so overwhelmed by various smells when you first walked into the room. He showed and discussed Veritaserum, a truth potion that was colourless, odorless and banned to use, and Polyjuice Potion which you were, unfortunately, rather familiar with already.

"Now who can tell me what this one is?" Slughorn uncovers the lid and your hand shoot's into the air without a second thought as the smell overwhelms your senses.

"That's Amortentia, sir. The most powerful love potion in the world." You say once he motions for you to give your answer.

"Excellent. And I assume you knew this by its distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen?"

"Yes and the characteristic spirals." You say with enthusiasm. "It's also supposed to smell differently to each person according to what attracts them."

Slughorn nods to let you continue.

"For example I smell burning embers..." You pause and take a breath of the potion, which has a different scent profile than when you remember it last year. "Spiced amber and something else but I can't quite tell."

You sound as confused as you look but Slughorn, thankfully ignores it.

"Thank you for sharing, Miss-"

"Meadow, sir."

"Meadow? You wouldn't happen to be related to Joseph Meadow, would you?"

"Yes, he's my father." You reply and Slughorn smiles warmly in recognition.

"Ah you do resemble him very well now that I think about it. He was one of my star potioneers when he was a student here. Twenty points to Ravenclaw, m'dear."

You smile in response to that as Slughorn continues the lesson. But you're left reeling at the scent that the Amortentia omitted when you smelled it for the first time in just over a year.

Because the last time you checked, Fred Weasley did not smell like that.

Like burning embers and spiced amber and dark oud. And he most certainly didn't smell like the distinctive metallic of blood, either.

You glance at the station behind you and Riddle is staring at you. It's unnerving and unsettling and you don't like it.

You feel his stare as it prickles against your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

The prickling sensation leaves you soon after it starts, as if he's finally taken his dark eyes off of you, taking the headache-y sensation with him.

You think nothing of it and ignore the Amortentia, to the best of your ability, for the remaining hour of the lesson.

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ravenclaws-stuff · 2 months ago

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Sirius Black x reader

Summary: Molly insists on taking over headquarters, even going as far as to argue with Sirius on which room should be available. Luckily for him, you are there to put her in her place

Tags: Established relationship, Molly being Molly, mention of drinking, Azkaban changed Sirius, minor angst feeling, mention of Regulus death

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Grimmauld Place, home to the ancient and most noble house of Black and headquarters to the Order of Phoenix. The house was filled with people of all sorts. The Weasleys, the Granger girl everyone talks so highly about, even Harry will be here in the next few days, according to Dumbledore. Remus, an old friend, has also moved in, bringing a smile to your favorite person’s usually gloomy face, Sirius Black.

Over the months that headquarters began, Molly took it upon herself that Grimmauld Place was unfit to live in and it needed to be cleaned. Sirius quickly agreed, if only to spite his mother’s portrait when she witnessed her belongings get thrown out.

“Sirius, be realistic. We need all the rooms we can use. What’s the point in letting the dust collect in that room?” Molly’s shrill voice echoes from the kitchen. You quicken your pace, hoping she wasn't talking about the room you know is off limits to everyone in this house.

Sirius throws back a shot of fire whiskey as you walk into the kitchen. Just from the look on your husband's face, you could tell Molly was nagging about that room again.

“Molly, must I remind you that you are a guest in this house?” Molly’s jaw twitches as you place your hands on Sirius’s shoulders. His tense muscles relax under your touch.

“Just because Dumbledore requested our home as headquarters does not mean you can do whatever you please.” You silence her with a glare as she tries to interrupt once again.

“So if Sirius says leave something alone in this house, then you will listen.” She crosses her arms like a toddler about to have a fit.

“We need the room. Harry will be here in a few days.” She turns to Sirius. “Wouldn't you prefer your godson to have his own room?” You clear your throat, pulling her attention away from Sirius.

“Molly, drop it. Harry can share with Ron. I’m sure he would much rather not be alone than he already has this summer.”

“You can’t tell me what to do. This is not your home. It belongs to Sirius.” Molly screeches. You roll my eyes, stepping away from Sirius and closer to the bothersome witch. “You must have forgotten. Sirius is my husband, which makes this house my home just as much as his. So either you will drop the topic-”

“Or else what? You’ll kick me out.” You smile innocently. “Throw you out? I would never.” Another step closer.

“I would however apparate to your house and rearrange everything to my liking. Merlin knows your house could use some organization.” I spat, showing everyone why the sorting hat placed me into the snake pit. Molly huffs, before storming out of the room calling for her children to leave. “Never have I ever been treated like this before.”

Later that night, you finally join Sirius into bed. “Thank you.” He mumbles into your hair. Those were the first words he had spoken to me all day. Azkaban changed my husband, practically stole his voice. Such a vast difference from when we were still young and in that castle.

“It's fine Sirius. Molly had no right to come here and tell you how to take care of your house.” His arm thrown across your waist tightens. “Our house.” You smile, squeezing his hand.

“Thank you for defending him.” You turn in his hold, heart breaking at the hollow look in his eyes.

Regulus, the ghost that haunts Sirius in this house. You knew how much he blamed himself for his brother’s death. How much he wished he forced him to leave when he escaped to the Potters. You reach out, brushing his dark curls out of his pale scarred face.

“Of course my star. He’s family.”

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vvanillal · 6 months ago

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Summary- After getting paired up with Harry for a project, things take an unexpected turn.

Warnings- Smut, Enemies to Lovers, Sub!Harry Potter x Dom!Reader, Degradation Kink, Exhibitionist Kink if You Squint, Dry Humping, Name Calling

Word Count- 3.2k!

Notes- This is the first fic I’ve wrote for Harry Potter! I’ve been a fan for a long time though. My request are open, so please send some things in. Any ideas you have. Should I do a part 2? LISTEN TO THE SONG ITS SO GOOD I SWEAR.

Potions class remained one of your favorite classes throughout the years at hogwarts. You found it quite fun, even if the teacher was Snape. Every time the question of what class was the best got brought up, your friends' faces would twist in confusion. Snape just added to the fun of the class, in your opinion. So that's where you were, in potions class.

“We don’t have many group projects in this class, but as the end of the term is approaching I’ve decided to assign one,” Snape said, his eyes threatening against any protest as he looked around the classroom. Whispers about who was going to partner with who erupted almost instantly. You turned around, eyes meeting with your friend. All that was needed was a nod in exchange to know the two of you would partner up. “Nope. Absolutely not. You and Mr Weasley are not to be partners,” started Snape, “But sir-” he looked at Potter threateningly, making him shut up before he could even finish his sentence. “Let see,” Snape's eyes scanned the room for a new partner for Potter, “Please not me, Please not me,” You whispered to yourself. “Y/L/N.” You groaned, your fingers massaging your temples. For some reason, you instantly got a headache.

You could feel Potter's continuous glare throughout the class. You see, you and Potter were nowhere near friends. In fact, you were enemies as established as it could get. He hated the ground you walked on, and you did the same. The two of you were friends in the first year, until he realized you were also friends with Malfoy. It didn’t end well after he asked you to choose between the two of them, and you weren’t going to do that. You and Draco had been childhood friends prior to that, meeting each other through your parents. After 7 years, you were still at each other's throats every chance you got. Apparently Snape hadn’t realized pairing you and Potter together was worse than letting him Pair up with Ron.

“Your job will be to test ‘unknown’ potions, and find out what they are. I’ve gotten permission from Professor Dumbledore to let you test the potions however you see fit” When Snape turned his back, a paper ball had been thrown your way, hitting you on the shoulder. You knew who threw it, you didn’t even have to look up to find out. You uncrumbled it and read the words. Meet me in the Gryffindor common room at 7:00 it read, with poorly drawn middle fingers all over the paper. If it hadn’t been from the worst person imaginable, you might have laughed. He wanted you to sneak into the Gryffindor common room, which was nearly impossible.

Once it was time to go, you pushed through people to get to Potter. Before he could start his way down the stairs, you grabbed his wrist. He turned around instantly, and once he realized who it was he pulled his wrist back and wiped in on his robes. His face scrunched up in disgust at the sight of you, and your touch. “Oh please, I’m not poisonous,” you rolled your eyes. “What do you want?” He says sharply. You held the note up, “Are you fucking stupid? There’s no way in hell I'm going to be able to get into your common room;it’s forbidden,” You say. You hadn’t even said enough to each other to be considered having a conversation, and your blood was already boiling. He shrugged, a smirk on his face, “That’s the point. You know I don’t care to fail one assignment, but I know you do.” You took a step forward, just inches away from his face, “When I get into that bloody room, you better have your ass sat and ready or I'll find you myself and test every potion on you regardless of the consequences,” You spat. His smirk only grew, “you wish,” he stated before walking down the stairs. You scoffed to yourself, and unclench your fist that were now causing crescent shapes to appear, from your nails.

You walked to your next class with only one person on your mind:Potter. How was it that he was the schools ‘it’ boy? Everyone was constantly on about his bravery, and sweetness, but he was quite the opposite to you. Apparently he only had a selected few he was an absolute dick to. You just didn’t get it. He was constantly making fun of you; so much that every other day someone had come up to you with something he was saying about you.

At dinner, he and Ron kept turning around and looking at you, or it would be just Harry waiting for you to notice him so he could roll his eyes. You would just roll your eyes in return. You scooted so that your friend was blocking you better, which meant you also couldn’t see Potter anymore. As you were having a conversation, another paper ball had been thrown at you, landing in your mashed potatoes. You looked up to see Potter and his friends laughing at you. You opened the paper once more, and found an image of you being blown up by the potions. Feeling in your pockets, you found a spare bit of parchment from an earlier class. You drew a nice picture of you choking Potter out, and threw it his way.

“I can’t believe Snape paired you and Potter up,” Said Pansy, chuckling softly. You nodded in return, circling your spoon around in your ruined mashed potatoes. “I know. It was honestly one of my favorite classes, but I don’t know about it now,” you sighed. You weren’t looking forward to working with him at all, but somehow it was one of the only things on your mind. “I just need the grade,” you reassured yourself, smiling softly at her.

When dinner was up, you shot up from your seat, not failing to hear Potter crack up in the back. You walked to herbology, finding Professor Sprout messing with one of her plants. “Well Hello Y/N, I didn’t expect to see you here this late,” she smiled widely. “I was just wondering if I could perhaps…borrow one of your plants for a bit of experimenting,” you ask, hands clasped together in front of you. “Well…I actually just planted this one,” she paused for a moment, “I don’t see any harm in letting you borrow it. As long as it comes back in one piece.” She handed it to you, and you quickly took it, looking at the watch on your wrist. It read 6:30. “No promises,” You managed to slip out, before closing the door, preventing you from hearing her response.

You packed the plants back into the school and up the stairs with only one question on your mind: How were you going to get into the Gryffindor common room? You didn’t even know where to begin thinking. You looked up and saw someone come out of the common room. Damn, if you were just a bit earlier you could have easily slipped through. You looked at your watch again, and it read 6:50. You had 10 minutes to figure out how to get into that stupid room. This made you hate Potter even more, if that was possible. You only had one idea in your mind, and there was no way it was going to work. You stood in front of the painting that was guarding the common room. “What business does a slytherin have here,” the person spoke with spite laced in their voice. “With Harry Potter. He wanted to give me something very important, you see. He said it was urgent, and that it couldn’t wait,” you tried. “With Harry Potter you say? Why should I believe a Slytherin,” they responded. You argued back and forth for 15 minutes, until finally, they believed you. You couldn’t believe it, and you almost let it show before remembering what it would cost you. “You have 10 minutes. Anything over and it’ll cost you.”

When you enter the room, you let your eyes scan your surroundings. This was your first time seeing the inside of another common room. It was nowhere near as cool as the Slytherin common room, in your opinion. You see Potter with a book in his hands, his legs sprawled out on the couch. No one else had been in the room. You clear your throat loudly, getting Potter's attention. He looks up from the pages in his book, and the color in his face drains. “How did you-” he began, “just shut the hell up and sit up,” you interrupted. He complied, sitting up and setting his book on the table. You were furious at him; like you always were. You set the pot down on the table, and then sit down beside him…as far away as you could get.

You began getting your books, and paper out of your bag, and he watched you intently. You felt his gaze watch your every move. He was silent, not making a single sound. “So are you going to sit there all day and watch me, or are you going to get the potion bottles?” you gathered all your stuff, and was met with his confused face. “Yeah, don’t think I didn’t see you go back to Snape's room and get the samples,” you scoffed. So he at least expected you to find a way in one way or another. He smirked, getting up from the couch and going to gather the sample potions. When he came back, he decided he wanted to sit a little closer than he was before. You eyed him suspiciously. “What? I don’t bite…not in less you want me to,” he said. “You wish something like that would happen to you, loser. I bet this is the closest you’ve ever gotten to a woman,” your eyes fall over his face. You never noticed the little scar on the right side of his cheek until now, not that it mattered. Your eyes met with his, and his eyes were dark with something you couldn’t make out.

You lined all the potion samples up, with Potter still watching you like his life depended on it. “Listen, I know you're about as smart as a ferret, but I'm not going to do everything by myself. But it doesn’t hurt me one bit to let your ass fail,” you say, mocking his words from earlier. His eyes darken even more at your words, and he unintentionally scoots closer. You raise your eyebrow, “weirdo.” You begin testing the potions on the plant. You had to let the plant absorb the potion, and then record what type of reaction it had, which reveals the potion. “Give me the fourth one,” you say, writing something down on the piece of paper. When you noticed he hadn’t given it to you yet, you looked up and caught his eyes staring at you. “Are you deaf Potter, I said give me the fourth potion,” you raised your voice, clearly annoyed. He jumped, heat rising to his cheeks in the process, “Yes Ma’am,” he said in a hushed voice. You felt your heart jump in your chest, and you couldn’t figure out why. He handed you the potion, his hand grazing yours in the process. His skin was hot against yours, but as soon as his touch came, it left.

Throughout the whole time, he was oddly quiet, only speaking when you spoke to him. You observe the plant in front of you, that now has wart-like bumps on its stems. You glance over at Potter out of the corner of your eye; he was staring down at his hands, rubbing them together. You then noticed he was sweating profusely, but it wasn’t hot in the room, in fact it was sort of chilly. “Are you sick or something? You have barely said a word this whole time. Usually you would be finding every way to insult me,” you said, still eyeing him. “I’m not sick,” he scoffed, arms crossing over his chest. “Then you can do the last potion,” you said, getting a side eye in return. He reached for the bottle on the table, and you noticed his hands shaking rather quickly. The cap to the bottle had been off, and you watched as the liquid swished to the brim with each shake of his hand. And then, he spilled it all over his hand and the floor. You stood up in an instant, you didn’t want the mixture to end up on you. “Are you kidding me, Potter? You couldn’t have done any better than that,” You rush to get some paper towels from the dispenser, continuing to nag on, “I should have known not to trust you with the simple task of transferring the liquid to the plant.”

You sit back down, and grab his arm, careful not to touch where the wetness of the liquid was. You rub the towel softly on his skin, letting it soak up the mess. “I mean seriously, it wasn’t even that hard,” you say. Lifting the towel from his skin, you examine his arm to make sure nothing changed. He could feel your breath on his skin, and he shifted uncomfortably on the couch, suppressing any noises from leaving his lips. “I’m sure you don’t realize how dangerous this could be. I mean how could you,” you run your hand down his arm, feeling for anything that you couldn’t see. Potter whined. I mean actually whined. You looked up at him with newfound concern, “Does it hurt,” you ask, your thumb now just rubbing circles on his smooth skin. He shook his head no, his eyes locked onto yours. You watched as a bead of sweat ran down his forehead, and onto his nose, his wrist still in your hand. You suddenly let go of him, looking over the rest of his body for any other spills. “Did you spill it anywhere-” but that’s when you noticed it. He was hard; A full erection pressed firmly against his jeans. He shifted uncomfortably once again, trying to hide it.

You stood back up, gathering your things hurriedly. “W-Wait- What are you-” he started, but you interrupted “I can’t believe you.” And then, you started laughing, and for some reason you couldn’t seem to stop. “I’m sorry… I just can’t believe this whole time, you’ve been getting a rise out of me being mean to you,” you shook your head disapprovingly. His face was filled with worry, his hands reaching for nothing. “Please don’t tell anyone,” he said. You stopped laughing, and you couldn’t help but notice the state he was in. He was genuinely a mess, his hair sticking to his forehead, his cheeks were flushed, and he was breathing heavily. He gulped under your gaze, his mouth going dry. Now, you just felt angry with yourself; because for some reason, you felt flattered. You don’t know what came over you; you found yourself walking toward him. He looked at you desperately, and for the third time, shifted in his seat. With every step, you could visibly see him breathe heavier. You stood between his legs, and you brought your hand to the side of his face, letting your thumb caress the side of his cheek. “Tell me how much you want me,” you said, watching his pupils dilate at your words. His breath hitches, his lips part, and he leans into your touch. “S-So bad- I can’t stand it,” his voice is feathery. “But it’s too risky, Potter. Anyone could walk in on us,” you smirk, enjoying the power you had over him a little too much. “They’re all out s-somewhere. Every last one of them. Please Y/N” he said desperately.

You looked at every detail of his face in that moment, in thought. You tangle your fingers in his hair, and pull at the strands harshly, letting your lips graze the side of his face. “You’re fucking disgusting, you know that,” You say. He nods frantically, whimpering. You pull his head back, exposing his neck, and in the process you straddle his lap. Starting at the middle of his neck, you lick a straight line up to lips. He moans against your lips, kissing you back immediately. His hands find a spot on your waist, squeezing you hard enough to leave bruises. You bite down on his lip roughly, a needy cry erupting from his throat. “I should have known a slut like you was enjoying this the whole time. Do you realize how dirty you are,” you say. You then begin to grind your pussy down on his clothed cock. You were so wet; apparently your body had the same reaction to him. “Yes Y/N,” he moans. “Good boy,” you whisper.

He was a moaning and whimpering mess under you. With each movement of your hips producing some type of response from him. “Take it off,” you command, your hands at the rim of his hoodie. He took it off in a heartbeat, making you moan at the sight. The abs you never knew he had were on full display. You ran your hand down his abdomen, continuing to grind your hips against his. He threw his head back on the couch, making no effort in containing his loud moans. “I bet you would have liked it if there were people here, huh,” you asked, grabbing his face roughly to make him look at you. He didn't respond, but you knew what the answer was. You felt his cock twitch in his pants as you ran your thumb across his bottom lip. His eyes are glistening with need, and now he was trying to contain his moans, biting his lip. He was about to come, from this little bit of action. “You’re truly pathetic, Harry. You better not come yet,” you warn him, and his eyebrows furrow at your words. “But I can't-” you put your hand over his mouth, slowing down your movements, but becoming more thorough.

You wanted to use him like he deserved. You brung his hand to your clothed pussy, and he immediately started rubbing circles on your clit. You moan, biting the skin on his shoulder. “Just like that, Harry,” you praise. You were close yourself, now grinding down on his fingers, which caused friction for himself. “I’m gonna come,” you press your cheek against his, and tangle your fingers back into his hair. He nodded in response. You crashed your lips back onto his as you came; just hearing the sounds and watching you unravel caused Harry to come too. He broke the kiss and let his forehead fall onto your shoulder, a whimpering mess. You both rode out your high, and once you were done, you collapsed beside him. It was truly amazing how no one had come in and saw the two of you. “I won’t tell anyone your little kink,” you finally said, still breathing heavily; he nodded. You stood up and fixed your top, throwing your bag over your shoulder. “What’s going to happen, Y/N,” Harry said. You walked over to him and placed a soft kiss on his lips, “Don’t worry about it. And for fucks sake, clean yourself up.” It had been way longer than 10 minutes, and the Gryffindor guard wasn’t happy about it.

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wqlfstqr · 5 months ago

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◟𖥻 loml : sirius black

▰▰ pairing(s): past sirius black x fem!reader, platonic remus lupin x fem!reader.

going back to his life after spending all those years in azkaban proves to be difficult for sirius when he has to look back on what he lost.

warnings: angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of past relationship, mentions of war, lowkey dumbledore slander.

She has been on edge the entire meeting. Sirius knows it, because he still knows about her nervous habits even after all those years apart from her. He also knows it is most likely about Harry, being apart from him for so long had clearly taken a toll on her, but it had been Dumbledore's request that Harry spent the summer with her aunt to keep him away from everything.

As soon as the meeting comes to an end, Sirius sees how she almost jumps from her seat, Remus standing up a few seconds later. And since Sirius is also excited about seeing Harry again, he follows them.

He stops near the kitchen doorway just in time to catch a glimpse of dark, messy hair running down the stairs and then, Harry is throwing himself at her arms.

"I missed you so much!" she tells him, pulling back a little just to cup the teenager's face, her eyes examining it. "Are you okay? they better have treated you well! I won't let you go back to that house, Harry. I don't care what that senile bat has to say about it."

She starts rambling and Harry can only smile and nod, his eyes shining with amusement as he lets her fuss over him. He moves to Remus next, hugging him with the same excitement he used with y/n. "We missed having you around the house, Harry" Remus tells him, ruffling the young boy's already messy hair.

When he finally turns to Sirius, he looks so much like James that it takes everything in him not to break down crying right there. Thankfully, Harry doesn’t seem to notice because he's already hugging him. And it's exactly the kind of hug Sirius needed, comforting, grounding.

"Do you want me to prepare you something to eat? I'll cook whatever you want." y/n offers as soon as Harry pulls back from the hug, and when he nods, she takes him away immediately, leading him to the kitchen.

Remus and Sirius follow while Molly said her goodbyes and ushered her redhead twins out of the kitchen, muttering something about leaving harry some time to spend with his family. Family. That was a word Sirius has not heard in a long time.

Though as he sits on the table again, it doesn’t take him too long to realize that he doesn't feel like part of said family. it only takes one look at them to feel like he doesn’t belong the way he used to.

He watches as she fusses over Harry, hurrying to make enough food for him while she scolds him for being too thin, worry pouring out on her every action: the way she sets down the plate of food in front of him, the way she brushes Harry's hair out of his face and listens to him talking about his summer with so much attention.

And Remus— Remus fits in perfectly. He jokes with Harry about something from school, knows exactly what to say to stop y/n from worrying too much, makes them smile in a way Sirius doesn’t know how to anymore.

He knows, deep down, that there's nothing going on between Remus and her. They have always been close, but in a way that seems purely platonic. But still, he can't help but feel jealous of the way they seem to understand eachother in ways Sirius can't even begin to comprehend. It all feels so domestic. So easy. And Sirius? he can only sit back and watch.

Watch as y/n talks to Harry, her voice lighter than a few moments earlier, full of fondness, something Sirius recognizes but no longer belongs to. Remus smirks into his glass, adding something that makes Harry's laugh. And that laugh— it sounds so much like James, that Sirius is helplessly dragged into the past.

To what was taken from him.

He remembers Harry's first birthday: The smell of the cake James was baking, Lily chasing Remus around the Potter's living room, a birthday hat on her hat. "You have to wear this for the photo, everyone has one"

Sirius, sprawled on the couch, laughs as he points at the pointy hat on his head. "Come on, Moony."

In the middle of the room, y/n is laying on the floor, her own hat tilted as she tries to balance harry on her feet, holding his arms and making airplane noises for him. Harry is absolutely delighted, his laugh carefree. He loves her.

And, Merlin, Sirius is so in love with her. He loves the way she can make Harry laugh so easily, the way she treats him with so much care and love. He loves the way she fits here, in his life, in his future.

She catches him staring and smiles, her expression soft, fond. "What?"

Sirius grins at her, his heart beating fast against his chest. "Marry me"

She snorts, but her expression softens when she realizes he's not kidding. "One day, when this is all over—"

He knows. She doesn’t have to say more. That's enough for him. For now.

One day, when this war is over and they can go back to their lives— maybe he could have this too. A house filled with laughter, with warmth. A family with her. A child with her smile and his hair, something good after all the darkness.

Something he never got to have.

Because when Sirius blinks, he's back at the present. Where y/n is talking to teenage Harry about going to Diagon Alley soon to buy everything he needs for his new year at hogwarts. "And don't even worry about that ministry nonsense, I told Dumbledore he better fix that because it's his fault for sending you with those— those people for the summer."

"She was not very nice about it, let me tell you." Remus tells Harry. "Called him a walking library of bad ideas." and Harry's laughing again.

And Sirius' heart aches, looking at Harry so grown up and happy despite everything. Looking at her and knowing that she went on without him. They all did. And he can't even blame them. They had to. It was what was best for Harry.

Still, he has to clench his hands under the table because— fuck. This is what he had dreamed for, even all those years in azkaban, he had allowed himself to dream about her waiting for him. About a life outside those dementor infested walls. Those fantasies had kept him alive for so long.

And now here he was, looking at what once was his— what could've been his.

After dinner, Harry goes to sleep and Remus follows after he makes sure y/n doesn’t need help with anything. She ushers him out, but she stays behind cleaning up. And Sirius is still there, looking at her. He can't help it. He wants to ask her so many things but the words die on his mouth before he can even gather the courage to mutter them.

As she passes by him though, she probably sees the tension in his face because she pauses for a second and squeezes his shoulders. Sirius stiffens for a second, but then it's like muscle memory and he can only relax under her touch, that lingers a little more than expected.

Before he knows it, he's leaning against her touch. It's for just a second, he can't deny it to himself. It reminds him of what they used to be, of how easy everything seemed to fit between them back then. But then, it's also a reminder that this isn't his anymore. This warmth, this comfort—

He pulls away and she seems surprised but doesn’t comment on it, only gives him a small smile that doesn’t quite reach her tired eyes. He knows it's supposed to be comforting, but it only leaves his heart completely shattered while she's already moving on.

And he knew it then.

It was the loss of his life. She was the loss of his life. And he knew the what ifs would follow him until the day he died. Perhaps even beyond that.

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captainlakes · 16 days ago

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o1. Monday ♡

sirius black x ravenclaw!reader

summary: first day of week turns into a nightmare week when sirius and you, the biggest enemies on hogwarts, end up fighting in the middle of a class.

words: 1.7K

tags: angst, enemies, forced proximity, slow burn.

warnings: this is the first part of a series, make sure you're in the right part before reading!!! hate, violence (lightly). slight mention of domestic violence. voldemort and death eaters mentioned (once), no romance yet. english is not my first language!

note: you have no idea how badly i've been trying to write something of sirius and i finally made it :) + this is my first series here so pls be nice with me & hope u enjoy<33

Monday morning.

Nothing ever ends up well when you and the oldest Black are in the same room.

Everyone knows it. It is like a common knowledge that you and the marauder hate each other with every fiber of your souls. No one knows how it started though. There are rumors flying around the halls, from house to house and most of the time it's treated like a suburban legend, a fun fact the prefects of the houses share when a new student gets sorted in, but no one is really certain of the reason for the mutual hatred between the two of you. Everyone just knows it and goes along with it.

And when I say everyone, I mean everyone.

Students of all grades, most of the teachers, all of the phantoms and paintings, the grounds guardian, all sixth graders parents, some ministry guys that visited the castle, writers from the newspaper, The Prophet. Once, someone told you even Voldemort and his loyal followers were aware about it.

But Dumbledore has it under control. Mostly.

After the million of pranks and public discussions with Sirius on your first and half of your second year, the most powerful wizard in the world knew that leaving you both on the same house would be a menace, a disaster, for yourselves and for everyone around you, and Albus didn't need any more problems under his nose, the dark wizard corrupting students was enough.

So he separated you. The old man sent you straight to Ravenclaw. Why you? Yes, that was exactly what you had asked him but the explanation came easily: for you the change meant being part of a creative and intellectual house that also fit with your personality. For Sirius? A transfer would mean pushing him directly to the Death Eaters circle.

It really wasn't a difficult choice.

You didn't keep complaining because, after all, it had worked out well, you found a real home in Rowena's house, real friends and the most important part? You got free of seeing Sirius Black at every single minute, every single day, so it was a win-win for everyone.

The incidents fall to almost none. Just two public discussions during the next five years, a great progress if you asked any profesor who had dealt with your constant bickering and fighting in their classes.

Maintaining you apart was going perfectly for both sides. That's why you don't understand who was the clever person who decided Ravenclaw and Gryffindor sixth graders should share a class during an entire year, and even crazier, in what world Minerva McGonagall thought Sirius and you would work just fine while practicing transfiguration spells.

In any world, just to make it clear.

I mean, transfiguration spells? Sirius and you? That was set up for a total catastrophe.

And just as you thought, it happened.

A total catastrophe.

It started with a small disagreement, about him not moving the wand in the right way, then it escalated to him criticizing the way you pronounced the spell. Not much later, he was talking about your lack of ability and after that you could or could have not made a comment about his family that led to him to start screaming about you being always so insufferable and more hundreds of things that right now you don't remember. You just know that you fired back, yelled at him too as he started throwing spells at you and you couldn't resist the urge to not do the same, opening some birds cages, probably paralyzing Dorcas Meadows and slightly hurting Barty Crouch Jr in the process, to finally ending up with you being transformed into a fork and him being a bird.

A raven, specifically.

You just wanted him to be something as black as his heart —and his last name—. A raven seemed perfect to fill out your desires.

And to gain you a good scolding from Minerva, when she managed to fix your mess and to get you both back to your human forms.

The emptiness of your surroundings is evident by the silence that creaks around the four walls of the transfiguration classroom. There's no students anymore, not a sign of the rest of the marauders or Pandora, your best friend. They're all gone, probably dismissed after the little incident, if we could call it like that.

No one says a word for a minute, Sirius and you are sitting on the central part on the front row of desks, with unreadable expressions on your faces, almost shoulder to shoulder, waiting for whatever the old woman has to say.

It's not going to be good, you can realize by the way she watches you, by the way she's curling her fingers on both of your wands in a silent form of saying you're done with magic, the question is how long will that be?

How bad will the punishment be? Too long, maybe. The look of your teacher's face says it all even before she speaks.

“For Merlin sake, what were you thinking?” The angriness of McGonagall’s voice is clear.

“Minnie, please, just let me—” Sirius starts to speak but the woman doesn’t let him finish. The thought of him using the nickname he invented for Minerva in this situation seems bold of him, still you don't make a comment. You have enough problems already.

“No, Mr. Black” She says bluntly, giving him a stern look to indicate him to remain silent “You have no right after the scene you made…” She looks away, she paces “Fighting in the middle of my class like two little kids…This is not the kind of attitude I'm expecting from either of you” Now she's looking at you, making you want to hide beneath the table and not go out ever.

“Professor, I'm—” You tried to apologize, explain whatever the hell happened a few minutes ago but she interrupted you, abruptly.

“I know you have your differences but this time you were deliberately violent” She remarks, it's obvious that's she's done with this “You sent two students from each house directly to the infirmary”

“We didn't mean—” For a second time you attempt to explain the situation but again you fail as you are cut off.

“Whatever you meant or not meant is irrelevant, dear” Minerva told you, her voice softening just for a brief moment “You were one step away from start casting unforgivable curses to each other”

“Minnie, come on, that's ridiculous” Sirius interjects, sounding a bit offended by the accusations but still laughing in a bitter way. He looks at you and back to the woman that successfully developed a cat animagus “I wasn't…We weren't…It was just a playful fight”

“You, of all people, should be aware of the easy it is to turn a playful fight into a mortal one, Sirius”

Those words make his whole aura change. It was barely noticeable but you saw how his jaw clenched, how his right hand formed a fist beneath the desk and how he swallowed out of nerves, like if the comment of the woman hit the right spot.

His life in Grimmauld Place, probably.

You knew the basics just as everyone. Born in a pure blood family, heir of the fortune and greatest traitor after being sorted in the lions cave instead of the snakes cold house, as every one of his ancestors. Even his baby brother Regulus Black managed to get into the family house, however, he didn't and you were sure, for what your parents tell you sometimes about the Blacks, he might not have a great time in his house.

Walburga and Orion didn't exactly fit on the description of understanding people.

The silence lingers again, no one speaks. The only sound in the room is the soft breathing of the three present people, until the oldest of you sighs and looks up, studying both of the teenagers quickly.

“You are two of my best students” She states, firmly, confident that she's telling the truth “I can't let this kind of attitude overshadow your talent…This can't keep happening”

“It won't” You assure. Sirius stays quiet.

“No it won't” She agrees. There's a short pause before she adds “Each of your houses have 50 points less. 10 for the fight, 10 for freeing the birds, 10 for hurting Mr. Crouch, 10 for paralyzing Miss Meadows and 10 for explicitly ignoring my instructions of behaving”

“Fuck” Finally Sirius talks, or curse.

“Do you want me to add another 10, Mr. Black?” She shots back, in an authoritative tone.

“No, I'm sorry” He apologizes but doesn't wait too long to say “Can I go now? I have quidditch practice” He informs, you roll your eyes, he smirks.

“Forget about quidditch practice this week, Mr. Black” Minerva says and now you're smirking, while his smile fades “You'll be helping at the kitchen in the afternoons the rest of week” She announces, your eyes widened and your smile fades too. Fuck.

“Wait what?” Surprisingly you're the first to react, wanting to make sure you heard right. Sirius and you together ended always in a catastrophe, the proof of it was what happened today just half and hour ago “I'm sorry professor, I think that's a terrible idea”

“I can't believe I'm gonna say this but I agree with her” The Gryffindor boy supports you, taking you by surprise, forcing you to turn your gaze at him saying is this the end of the world? He raises an eyebrow “We're not a good team”

“We're a terrible team” You support him back “And we will probably intoxicate everyone”

“We’ll kill each other and kill the elfs too” He jokes though you're not sure it is more a joke or a warning “You don't want us there, Minnie” He leans on the desk, elbows resting on the cold flat surface, he's almost pleading “Please”

But she doesn't give in.

She smirks, walks a few steps closer, places your wands on the desk “You start tomorrow”

And the next thing you know, is that she's gone.

Leaving you alone in the classroom with the knowledge you're about to spend the rest of the week with him. Great, amazing, fantastic.

Your week just turned into a nightmare.

Good luck, you'll need it.

#sirius black x reader #sirius black #ben barnes #marauders #marauders era #angst #enemies to lovers #sirius black fics #harry potter

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moonlightdancer26 · 3 months ago

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What are some of your favourite snape headcanons?

He tends to avoid alcohol because of his father, and if he did drink it would only be 1-3 glasses. He only ever got blackout drunk twice in his life, the first time was after he found out that Lily died and Sirius betrayed them, the second time was after his breakdown in Grimmauld place.

He visits Malfoy Manor once a week to gossip with Lucius; Narcissa sometimes joins them.

He has tea with Minerva whenever he gets the chance.

He actually needed reading glasses as a teenager, but he invented a spell to fix his eyesight because he would rather die than match with James.

His face tends to get very red whenever he blushes or gets angry, that’s one of the reasons why he kept his hair long. He also has a few scars on his neck and the side of his jaw, which is another reason.

He asked Harry those three questions in his first lesson because one time Slughorn decided to ask fire-questions to the class, and he asked Lily those three questions, to which she answered perfectly. Snape was curious to see if Harry had natural talent like his mother. (Got inspired by a reddit comment)

The only career choice he had ever truly considered was being a Healer, I believe that if he wasn’t a teacher he would’ve 100% been a Healer.

He invented a spell for tying his shoelaces, when asked about it by his Slytherin mates he’d simply say “it’s faster and easier,” but in reality he invented it because his parents never taught him how to tie his shoelaces.

He knows how to cook like 8 super complicated and fancy dishes, but not anything else. He also makes the best soup ever.

Hagrid always got a bit defensive over Harry’s constant judgement of Snape because he always thought of Snape as a pretty alright bloke, even when he was a kid. He judged baby!Snape a bit because he was friends with Lucius and Lucius was an asshole to Hagrid (like father like son), but other than that he thought Snape was alright “compared to other Slytherins.” He was also the only person at Hogwarts who didn’t immediately scold Dumbledore for “hiring a former Death Eater,” unlike the other teachers. (Bonus: in Hogwarts mystery, Flitwick says that the professors tried to make Snape tell Hagrid that they didn’t like his rock cakes, but Snape couldn’t bring himself to do it. Literally the cutest thing ever.)

For around Snape’s first two years of working at Hogwarts, McGonagall would often forget that he was now a professor and no longer one of her students, so whenever she’d spot him patrolling the castle at night she’ll say something along the lines of “MR. SNAPE!! Out of bed, are we?”

When Snape became a professor, he knew all his now-colleagues judged and disliked him for his past and thought he wasn’t fit to teach. So as a means to prove himself worthy, he actively tried to make Slytherin win the House Cup every year. They didn’t win the House Cup in his first or second or third year of teaching, but they won in his fourth (around 1984-1985), and he decided he wanted to start a record. That’s how Slytherin got their streak before the end of PS.

Funnily enough, he disliked Ravenclaws almost as much as Gryffindors. He always thought most of his Ravenclaw students were stuck-up, and even back when he was a student he thought both Ravenclaws and Gryffindors were egotistical (though for different reasons). He thought Hufflepuffs were “too nice” and “fools who wear their hearts on their sleeves” (quoting OoTP!Snape cause why not) but still tolerated them more than Ravenclaws.

As a student whenever he’d get badly hexed or hurt by the Marauders, he’d avoid going to the hospital wing as much as possible (though sometimes when it was really bad Lily would force him to go) and would do extensive research on how to heal himself and used counter-curses. If he got physically hurt (like a cut or a bruise), he’d usually go to Filch instead of the hospital wing, this made them develop a sort-of-friendship, and it’s why Snape went to Filch after he got bitten by Fluffy in PS.

He used to be addicted to cigarettes as a young-adult, and he sometimes smoked when he was overwhelmed by his responsibilities as a teacher and spy. He also invented potions to help deal with everything (sleeping potions, drugs, etc).

He used to always call the Marauders furries as a joke, he’d usually refer to them as something like “Potter and his furries friends,” and more specifically he always thought of Sirius as a “filthy dog” because he hated dogs and always thought of Sirius as a good-for-nothing posh boy who needed someone to be loyal to. So he was very shocked to find out that not only was one of them a werewolf, but they were all unregistered Animagi and Sirius’s Animagus form was a dog.

He has a weakness for blonde women, and long blonde hair in general (we all know why he liked Lucius so much 🌚).

Huge cat person. He’s one of the very few people Mrs. Norris likes.

In the summer of his sixth year, he begged Lucius to teach him proper courtesy and “pureblood manners,” Lucius forced him to fix his posture and taught him how to speak eloquently. That’s one of the reasons why Professor Snape is a lot more controlled than he was in the memories we saw.

His mother died on May 2nd (yes I picked that date on purpose, happy May 2nd btw) 1976, the summer after his fifth year was hell because he not only lost his best friend (Lily) but also because he was stuck in Spinner’s End with just his father. And his father died in 1978, right after Severus graduated.

Eileen was from a Pureblood family with decent money and got disowned because she fell in love with a muggle (Tobias). She was 18 when she got disowned and 19 when she gave birth to Severus. She died at 35. Tobias was a year older than her and was 20 when Severus was born, he died at 38 (I also picked this age on purpose lol).

These are almost all of my headcanons, hope you enjoyed.

#i don’t wanna hear any ‘‘i don’t think-’’ chitchat #these are my personal headcanons #severus snape #pro snape #pro severus snape #snape #harry potter #hp #ask #asks

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hollowed-theory-hall · 4 months ago

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I thought there was a time when jkr said there was a deleted scene where Theo and Draco talked at Malfoy Manor. Even though they weren’t friends, doesn’t this suggest that they had the most equal and respectful relationship compared to other Slytherin dynamics? What are your thoughts on this?

Hello,

Yes, she has mentioned a scene like that and I wish I could read it! Here's what she said:

Malfoy & Nott (Chamber of Secrets/Goblet of Fire) I liked this scene so much I tried to use it twice; unfortunately, it didn't work in either place so I finally laid it to rest in one of the cardboard boxes where I keep all my old drafts, notes, electricity bills and chewing gum wrappers. As in the case of Dean Thomas, I know much more about Theodore Nott than has ever appeared in the books. Raised by a very elderly widower and Death Eater father, Theodore is a clever loner who does not feel the need to join gangs, including Malfoy's. However, in this scene Theodore's father (the same Nott who was badly injured in the closing chapters of 'Order of the Phoenix') goes to visit Lucius Malfoy to discuss Voldemort-related business and we see Draco and Theodore alone in the garden having a talk of their own. I really liked the scene, firstly because it showed the Malfoys' home, and the difference between the place where Draco has grown up and number four, Privet Drive; then because we rarely see Draco talking to anybody he considers a real equal, and he is forced to see Theodore as such, because Theodore is just as pure-blooded as he is, and somewhat cleverer. Together these two Death Eaters' sons discuss Dumbledore's regime at Hogwarts and Harry Potter, with all sorts of stories that the Death Eaters tell about how this baby boy survived the Dark Lord's attack.

(Source)

She outlines pretty clearly that they aren't friends. The dynamic she describes actually sounds like they don't like each other and are forced to interact because of their fathers.

I honestly love everything about Theo she said in this above passage and really fits how I portray him and his dynamic with Draco pre-fic. A Matter of Chance's situation kinda changed Theo's character trajectory and therefore his dynamic with the other Slytherins, including Draco.

This scene paints them as equal in social standing (more or less) since they are both pure-blooded enough to be in the pure-blood dictionary (written by Theo's grandpa) and the Notts are probably rich enough that Draco can't posture with his money to Theo. But she also refers to Theo as "cleverer" (which is how I write him) which implies Draco feels a little inferior to Theo, and he is "forced" to treat Theo as an equal. He doesn't like that or Theo. And I think Theo dislikes Draco and talking to him just as much (or more), considering he prefers to be a loner rather than befriend Draco.

(Also I love how she says Draco and Theo talk about Harry in that scene. I really wish I could read it)

(Also also her stuff about ghost plots, scenes, and characters that just don't work makes so much more sense to me after writing and publishing my own novel. I love how it turned out and I'm really proud of Iridescent the way it is, but I had a lot of ideas and whole characters and subplots that got scrapped because they didn't work. There were scenes I loved that were left on the cutting room floor because they didn't fit and made the story and pacing overall worse. Though some of these scenes and one of the cut characters would make an appearance in the sequel if I get my way. It's a really interesting process, honestly, and I find it doesn't happen with fic the same way since the process of writing an original novel and writing a fanfic are a little different in that regard)

#harry potter #hp #hp meta #asks #anonymous #hollowedtheory #harry potter meta #nottpott #theodore nott #theo nott #my favorite minor character #what do you mean he has no speaking lines?#iridescent

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captainlunaxmen · 1 year ago

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Eyes

Bill Weasley x Fem!reader

This was a request, not for me, but I got permission to write it so... here it is.

The request: Hi! Can I request some Bill Weasley

x reader with prompts:

'If there was ever anybody meant for me, it's

you."

"The closest thing to love at first sight l've

ever experienced happened when I first laid

eyes on you.

Where reader is best friends with

the twins so they invite her to

spend the summer at the Burrow.

Bill is also there and when they met

he's instantly attracted to her, they

spend time together and he starts

to fall for her but he doesn't think

reader would like him because of

the scars, but obviously with fluffy

ending, please? Thanks!

I changed it just a little to fit. Hope the anon who asked this will read it and will like it.❤️❤️

I always loved it when the twins invited me over, whether it was for Christmas or summer.

It always feels like home.

When I was not at Hogwarts, I lived in an orphanage, so experiencing the Wealseys, experiencing a family, definitely felt good.

Maybe this is why they invite me so often, and I'm grateful for that. I usually spend time with Arthur, explaining the muggle world to him, or with the twins and their siblings playing Quidditch, or helping Molly cooking. Which is exactly what I'm doing now.

"Yes, exactly dear. Then you fold it towards you carefully." She instructs me as I knead the dough for the pie.

"Are you done stealing our friend, mom?" One of the twins asks as they both enter the kitchen, and I notice Molly playfully rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, mom, she is our friend." George agrees with his brother.

"She didn't steal me!" I defend, "I asked if I could help her."

"You don't need to do that." Fred tells me.

"Yeah, she already loves you." George adds, "probably more than she loves us."

"Oh shut up, you two." Molly laughs, waving them off.

"See? She is not denying it!" George feigns offence.

"I'm just spending time with my favourite assistant." Molly explains.

I smile at her as I finally finish my own pie.

"You're done." Fred notices, "C'mon, let's go."

"Why?" I ask, wiping my hands on a towel.

"You're our partner."

"And we have business to discuss."

I roll my eyes and look at Molly with an apologetic smile.

"Don't worry, dear. Humour them." She laughs again with that sweet motherly smile that always warms my heart.

"I'll come back later." I tell her.

I have no idea how I, mostly quiet and reserved, got friends with the loudest people at Hogwarts. But it happened, and now I basically help them run their shop in Diagon Alley.

Now, more than ever, I want to help them keep the shop open in this hard and dark time, that... after Dumbledore's death, will probably get worse.

I follow the twins to their room.

I take my seat next to Fred on his bed, and George sits on his.

"So... what was so urgent?" I ask.

"Oh nothing," Fred smiles proudly.

"I hate you." I say.

"You love us." George chimes in, "but we wanted to discuss the new products."

"Alright, alright. " I chuckle.

So we start to discuss what kind of things to start selling, at what price, how to organise the shelf and stands.

A good hour and a half, or a bit more, passes because Molly calls everyone down for dinner.

Finally, I'd say, I'm starving... especially for Molly's cooking.

"About time!" Fred exclaims.

"I'm starving!" George voices loudly, too.

"Same." I groan, following them down.

As we get down, I see the other Weasleys gathering around the table.

There's a new face, though, someone I've never seen before.

"Oh, look who finally decided to join us!" Fred says in his usual teasing tone.

"He's the missing one." George tells me, "you can finally say you've met the whole family."

"Uh?"

"Bill!" George calls the tall man.

"Hi, George." The guy named Bill turns to George with a playfully annoyed face, and I notice an earring with a fang dangling from his ear.

"Meet our friend." Fred chimes in, "she's met everyone except you... and we've been friends for years and years and years and years -"

"I get it, Freddie, thanks." Bill laughs.

"Come, Y/n." George calls.

As soon as his brown eyes meet mine, he freezes, I see him opening and closing his mouth without letting out a sound.

I'm quite confused.

"Hi." I gently wave at him, "I'm Y/n. It's nice to meet you."

I extend my hand towards him, and he watches it for a moment before taking it and shaking it.

"Likewise, I'm William... but, of course, you can call me Bill." He says, a little flustered.

"I like the earring." I tell him to maybe make him feel more at ease.

"Oh," he laughs, "Thank you. See, mom? It's appreciated."

"I give up." I hear Molly saying.

I stop for a second, noticing just now the scars on his face, and I wonder how he got them.

He notices me looking at them and quickly turns his head.

"Well, it was really nice to meet you, Y/n. I hope to see you around." He says before taking a seat at the table.

"Yeah, me too." I say quietly, sitting next to George.

I hope I didn't offend him...

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I sit outside, enjoying the early breeze, and I read a book. These moments are my favourite. After all these years, the Wealsey silently adopted me basically, which means I do have a family. But the first times I was invited, I would just sit here in the quiet of the mornings and pretend I belong here.

"I thought I was the only early riser." A chuckle snaps me out of my thoughts, Bill closes the door and wraps a small blanket around himself against the early cold.

"You thought wrong." I smile at him and move a little aside to let him sit.

"Aren't you cold?" He asks, sitting down.

"I'm fine, thank you." I say, I see him giving me a sceptical look and putting half of the blanket around me too.

"Sure." He says, and I laugh.

We stay in a comfortable silence for a while before he speaks up.

"Egypt?" He asks.

"Uh?" I turn to him, and he motion to my book, "Oh. Yeah, I always find it so fascinating, for some reason."

"It really is." He agrees, "I got the chance to explore it because of my job, and I have to say it deserves the appeal."

"Really? What kind of job?" I ask, genuinely curious. The twins never talk a lot about their siblings.

"Curse-breaker." He says with a shy smile.

"Oh wow..." I sigh, "that's really cool."

"Is it?" He laughs.

"Yes!" I reply, surprised he doesn't agree, "you don't like it?"

"No, no, it's not that." He says, "most thinks it's pretentious."

"Nah, don't listen to them. They must be idiots." I tell him.

"Fred and George mostly." He adds.

"Doesn't make my statement false." I kid, and he laughs.

"I can see why they like you so much." He chuckles.

"I wasn't like this when I first met them..." I start, "so I really don't understand why they wanted to be my friends in the first place."

"Like what? Funny?" He asks, "or cute?" He adds so quietly I could barely hear it.

"Uhm... I... I don't know..." I stutter out.

"Sorry... sorry, I didn't mean to... it just came out... I'm sorry." He shakes his head, "Uhm... but tell me... uh, how did you meet the two idiots?"

"Well..." I clear my throat, smiling shyly at him, "they kind of bumped into me... while running from Filch."

"Yeah... I can definitely see that." He laughs again, I'm glad he doesn't feel so awkward anymore.

"Then... I kind of helped them hide." I say.

"Well, now I'm surprised." He teases sweetly, making me feel warm inside... it's a new sensation and... weird, but in a good way.

"Yep." I chuckle, "later that week they found me in the library and just... wanted to thank me, so they just stuck around, and now we're here."

"Thankfully." He says, and I look up at him, "Uhm..." he quickly averts his eyes, "I mean, everyone seems to love you so much... and I'm sure mom's happy she gained another daughter."

"Well," I let out a small laugh, "I gained a mother so... it's a win-win situation."

He looks back at me, a confused smile on his face.

"What do you mean?"

"I live... well, lived in an orphanage... so no parents." I tell him with a shrug.

"Oh..." he softly sighs.

"Oh, please, no. I'm sorry... don't feel bad." I softly laugh to let him know it's not a big deal, "yeah, it was harder when I was younger, but now... now I'm fine. Really. Your family welcomed me with open arms. Wide open arms, actually."

I see him smiling, thankfully. The last thing I wanted was to make him feel uncomfortable... again.

"I'm glad they managed to make you feel at home, then." He says, "among the caos, I mean."

"Oh, trust me, the caos is part of the charm." I gently nudges his shoulder.

"Yeah, I have to agree." He nods, "when I spend so much time away, I do miss this caothic environment."

"I bet."

I look up at him, finding him already looking to me. His eyes are even more beautiful up close. As we start to naturally lean in towards each other, Molly's voice breaks the silence.

"Stop testing your products in my kitchen!" She yells to Fred and George... for sure.

Bill and I move away from each other. I clear my throat with an awkward chuckle and stand up.

"I should... I should probably help the twins with their things... so they won't burn the whole house down." I say.

"Yeah... of course." He avoids my eyes as he nods.

"I'll see you." I gently say and he nods once again so I just get back inside.

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Later in the day more members of the Order arrive, with the intention of discussing the plan of moving Harry from his muggle house to the Wealsey's.

"That's the plan." Lupin says, once Moody stopped explaining the plan of having people drinking polyjuice potion to turn into Harry and confuse any deatheater in case there would be an attack.

"Sounds like fun." George comments.

"We're not asking you to participate, so if any of you isn't sure about it, can back down." Lupin explains with a heavy heart, "only whoever volunteers will drink the potion. And only if you're of age."

Everyone looks at each other, I catch eyes with the twins, I nod at them and they stand up.

"We're in." They say in unison.

"Me too." I stand, too.

"Of course we are too." Hermione says gesturing towards herself and Ron who nods.

I unconsciously search Bill's eyes across the room. He meets my gaze and I notice something in his look, he's worried. Of course he is... three of his brothers just volunteer for a very risky mission, but the way he looks at me with those brown eyes...

I mouth 'it's gonna be okay' and he nods, subtly, but his worried look remains.

"Mundungus too." Moody says, interrupting our silent conversation, and Fletcher just nods defeated.

"Let's pair up." Lupin claps his hands. "Each 'Potter' will be assigned to a protector."

"How would we do that?" I ask, curiosity taking the best of me.

"Using same old pieces of papers with names on." He smiles shrugging, "Everyone, write your name down."

"I want to be the one to bring Harry here. The real one." Hagrid chimes in, "it fair."

Lupin nods, he then takes two bowls, gently offered by Mrs Weasley.

"Here the Harrys," he brings up the bowl in his left hand, "and here the protectors." He lifts the one in the right one.

We all do as he instructed.

He then sits down and starts taking out names.

Each one is assigned and only four people are left.

"Hermione, you'll be assigned to... Kingslay." Remus announces.

I see Kingslay sending Hermione a reassuring nod and she gives one back.

"So that leaves Y/n and... oh, Bill." Lupin says.

"Okay, everyone knows their places, right? We're leaving in an hour." Moody announces, sternly.

Everyone scatter around to get ready, so I take the opportunity to just step outside and take a big breath.

I'm not sure how I got tangled in this whole magic war, but I'm glad I did... even though it's scary.

"Are you okay?" I hear Bill's voice getting closer.

"Yeah, of course." I nod.

"You don't have to do it, you know?" He tells me.

"I know." I smile at him, "I'm not gonna lie, I'm scared, so scared I'm surprised I can still move."

He softly laughs.

"You're really brave." He then tells me.

"I'm no braver then the others," I reply, shrugging.

"You don't give yourself enough credit, I think." He nudges my shoulder.

"Thank you." I say softly, "I'm glad I got paired up with you."

"Me too. I promise to bring you home safe and sound."

"I promise too."

His soft smile makes me almost melt, if it wasn't for the cold breeze, it makes me feel safe, feels like home.

"Did the Twins warn you about the wedding?" He then asks.

"Charlie's? Yes, they did." I nod, "I think... is there something I should know?"

"No, well... if you can, try to avoid aunt Muriel." He whispers, as if he's afraid she might be here to hear it.

"I'll just stick to your side, then, you're my protector after all." I kid and I see his face getting a bit red.

"Well.. uh... of course." He stutters, "I'd rather fight deatheaters than deal with her anyway."

I genuinely laugh, unconsciously I lean my head on his shoulder and I feel him tense.

"Sorry." I say and straighten up.

I just look up at him and he does the same.

"No worries," he swallows.

He seems nervous, but not uncomfortable.

I don't know why I feel this pull towards him everytime we talk, but it's a nice feeling. I just hope I'm not making him uneasy or anything.

I catch his eyes looking down at my lips and mine falls to his.

Suddenly, he moves back, bringing a hand up to cover his scars, I can't help but look at him confused.

"Sorry," he lets out a nervous chuckle and stands, "I..."

He doesn't say anything more and just gets back inside, leaving me dumbfounded.

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The clouds don't help spotting the bunch of deatheaters chasing us, I try to keep as many eyes out as I can, so I can help Bill who also has to guide the thestral.

Suddenly, I spot three hooded figures flying towards us.

"There are three coming!" I warn Bill.

I cast spells like never before, trying to stop them from coming any closer.

Some deatheater manages to hit me, luckily it's nothing major, but I let out a scream nonetheless.

"Are you okay?" Bill asks, blindly reaching behind him to check on me.

"Yes, don't worry."

I look around, and I can vaguely see Madeye and Mundungus far from us.

I stare at them, ready to interfere in case they need it, when I see a dark figure appearing...

"Shit!" I exclaim.

"What?"

"He's here." I say.

"Fuck! Hold onto me." He says before turning the thestral around abruptly, but something catches my eyes.

"Wait!" I tell him.

"What's wrong?" He asks, breathless.

"Madeye he-" I start, but get interrupted by one more deatheater flying to us.

I got to cast one last spell to take down the last enemy I can see, before Bill starts to bring us down... ready to reach the portkey.

"What did you say?" Bill asks again, reaching behind again to be sure I'm still here.

"Madeye, I saw him falling from his broom." I tell him, tears already forming in my eyes.

"What? How?"

"I think, Mundungus tried to get away as soon as he saw him appearing... Madeye tried to keep him from going anywhere, but... you-know-who killed him." I say, trying to keep my breath as steady as I can, "I say a green light..."

"Ssh, sshh, it's okay." He tries to calm me down as we arrive to the portkey.

"I'm sorry.." I mutter.

"About what?" He asks, sadly turning to face me, "it wasn't your fault, you know?"

"What if I warned you earlier? What if I..." I lower my eyes to my hands.

"Hey, hey, look at me," he says, and I do, "it was no one's fault. We couldn't know."

"Yeah..."

He gently takes one of my hands and caress it gently.

"He wouldn't want you to cry for him, right?" He says, smiling in hope to make me smile too.

"He would probably scold me for it." I let out a weak laugh.

"Exactly." He kisses the back of my hand and then rides towards the portkey, that teleports us in front of the Burrow.

We see almost everyone else already here.

I can see Remus and Tonks close to each other, Harry, Ron and Hermione too. I spot Kingslay, I think I can see Hagrid inside, but there's something wrong.

I can't see Mr Weasley or Fred, maybe they're just not here yet... but Remus is here, so... where's George?

I get down from the magical horse and run into the house, as I do I lock eyes with Remus' guilty expression and I just run faster.

I rush into the house and spot Molly caressing George's hair, as I get close I notice the blood on him.

"George..?" I weakly call and Molly turns to me, she sends a sad smile towards me and I kneel in front of the sofa to take a better look at George.

"George." I call again.

"He's alive, dear... just a dark spell..." she reassures me.

"How?" I shakily ask, more to George than Molly.

I hear fast footsteps rushing in too and Fred is just beside me. This makes me feel so much better.

They're both still alive.

"How are feeling, Georgie?" Fred asks his twin.

George slowly open and closes his mouth before speaking.

"Saintlike..." he says, and I let out a relieved laugh, "I'm holey, I'm holey, Fred. You get it?"

"With the whole wide world of ear-related humour, you go for 'I'm holey'. Pathetic." Fred teases back, I notice he says this finally letting his shoulder relax.

"Well, Y/n still finds me the most handsome of the pair, I reckon." He subtly winks in my direction.

"I'm letting this one slide because you're hurt. And clearly brain damaged, if you make that joke of all you could choose from." I chuckle moving my hand out to caress his.

I notice now that everyone has gotten inside, i spot Bill's tense, yet relieved expression.

"Madeye is dead." He says and everybody looks at him.

"You-know-who killed him." I say. "Mundungus disappeared and he was caught off guard... I think."

I sense George's and Fred's hands on mine, for comfort and solidarity.

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A wedding sounds absurd considering the times we're living, yet it seems exactly what we need.

A knock on the door catches my attention.

"Yes?"

"Are you decent?" Fred's teasing voice calls from the other side.

"Sure." I laugh and he comes in.

"Are you ready?" He asks.

"Yap." I say, turning to look at him, "oh, look at you, never seen you so cleaned up."

"I take offence in that." He feigns hurt, "take it back."

"Oh, you know you're always so stylish." I stick my tongue out to him.

"That's what I thought." He winks, "I'm the most handsome of the pair."

"Sure." I laugh and sit on the bed to put on my shoes. "Is everything ready downstairs?"

"Yap, all guests are here. The party is ready to begin." He declares.

"Nice." I nod.

"Are you okay?" He asks, I can hear a hint of worry in his voice.

"Yeah."

"C'mon," he says sitting next to me, "tell Freddie what's bothering you."

"It's nothing, Fred, really." I try to divert the subject.

"You don't fool me, young lady." He slightly glare at me.

I sigh.

"Plotting without me?" I look up to see George standing by the door, the bandages on his head as a reminder of the night before...

"We could never." I say.

"Our Y/n here has something on her mind." Fred is quick to say.

"I don't..." I say... not very convincing.

"Uh uh. Tell us." George sit on the other side of me.

"Do you think... uh... did I do something wrong to Bill?" I ask, quietly.

I can sense them sharing a look.

"Whatever do you mean, love?" George asks.

"It's just... sometimes it's like he wants to be anywhere else but near me... and maybe I did something to him... but I don't know what." I explain.

"Do you have a crush on our brother, L/n?" Fred asks teasingly.

"What? No, no... I just ... ugh!" I say laying back down on the bad covering my face with my arms. I hear them softly laughing.

"I'm sure you did nothing wrong." George says, "Bill's just... Bill."

"Yeah, whatever it is, I'm sure it has nothing to do with you. Stop worrying your pretty little head." Fred nudges me.

I nod, understanding, not entirely convinced, but I appreciate their effort.

"And..." George's teasing tone makes me glare at him, already knowing what he wants to say, "if you have a crush on him, we could help you..."

"I'm sure we really should be going, you know, plus I'll see if Molly need any help." I say standing up and quickly make my way downstairs.

As I rush down the stairs I bump into someone.

"Oh, I'm so so sorry." I say.

"No worries." Bill says and I instantly look up at him, feeling a little embarrassed since I've been talking about him with the twins a few minutes ago.

"Uh... sorry" I repeat, looking away.

"It's no problem. Really." He smiles at me.

"I... I was looking for... for you mother..." I stutter out, "to see if she needed any help."

"Oh she was just outside, still congratulating Charlie and... crying too." He lets out a soft chuckle and I do too.

"Then I'll go congratulate him too, didn't get the chance yet." I smile at him and start walking out, looking for Charlie and Mrs Weasley and I find them right outside the big tent.

"Hey," I say as I near them, "congratulations, Charlie."

"Aahh, Y/n! Thank you!" He says cheerfully, once I'm close enough he brings me in for a big hug, which I reciprocate.

"I'm so happy for you." I tell him, "she seems like a sweet person... or... better a patient one." I tease.

"Alright, that's it." He says letting me go, "you're spending too much time with the twins. I'm adopting you."

"That's my duty," Molly chimes in, linking arms with me.

"Exactly, Charlie, stop stealing your mother's job." I jokingly glare at him, he smiles at me and then his eyes move to something behind me. I turn around seeing Bill walking to us.

"Congratulations, mate." Bill hugs Charlie and pat his back.

"Aah thank you! I'm so happy." Charlie has the biggest smile on his face right now, and it fills me with joy.

"You deserve it. I've never seen you so in love." Bill says.

"Well, I just hope you will experience it too, mate." Charlie sighs, "it's really the best feeling."

I smile at his words, he really loves his family... everyone in this family loves each other so much, it makes me feel at peace.

"Yeah... I can tell." I hear Bill say, I notice Charlie looking at me with a weird look.

"I'm sure you do," he then adds.

"Oh! Charles!" A voice calls from behind us, an old lady is walking towards us.

Molly is gone immediately, and Bill gently takes my arm to lead me away.

"That's... aunt Muriel." He whispers to me.

"Oh..." I chuckle, "thanks."

"No problem, I am your protector." He tells me and we enter the tent.

"Oh wow.." I say, "it looks really good."

"Yeah, I think despite the situation, Charlie got a great wedding anyway. Which makes me very happy." He tells me, and I notice just now he's sort of caressing my arm with his fingers.

"Yeah... I... I think he deserves it. You know, this is how I always wanted my wedding to look like, if I'm being honest." I say, "that... if I ever got married, that is."

"What do you mean 'if'?"

"Well, to get married you would need to find someone you love and someone who loves you" I explain with a shrug and a heavy heart.

"I'm sure.... I'm sure, you will have no problem in that." He tells me.

"I'm not so sure." I say, shrugging.

We reach a table and we both sit down, and I go back at looking around.

"It really is beautiful." I breath, "you all did a great job."

I turn to look at Bill, once again, already finding him looking at me.

"I think anyone would be lucky to marry you." He softly says, and it takes me a little off guard that my cheeks suddenly feel warm and I look away from him.

The music suddenly starts and we both turn to look at Charlie and his wife dancing for the first time as husband and wife. It's such a happy moment I don't want to miss one bit of it.

Soon enough more people join the happy couple and I too start to slightly move my feet to the rhythm. A hand is suddenly on top of mine, gaining my attention.

"Do you...do you want to d-dance?" Bill asks, stuttering a bit.

"Yes." I simply say.

We stand and walk towards the other people dancing, he carefully put his hands on my waist and I shyly put mine on his shoulders and we start moving with the music.

"This is my favourite parts of weddings." I casually say, to break the awkward silence.

"The dancing?"

"Yeah, everyone looks so happy, and it's the most peaceful part of it." I explain, "you know, everything coming before the 'yes' is like tense and uncertain. 'What if they change their mind?' Or 'what if something happens?', it's all about 'what ifs'. But the dancing... is when everything is settled and everyone is happy and can let out a sigh of relief. Does it make sense?" I chuckle.

"Makes complete sense. I kind of agree with you." He smiles, "I'll tell you a secret... Charlie was so nervous since he asked her."

"What? Really?" I ask in disbelief.

"Yeah!" He laughs, "he was so afraid she would change her mind any moment. There was one day I was visiting him, he told me he was actually waiting an owl to deliver him a letter saying she wouldn't marry him anymore. That's how tense he was."

"Oh, poor thing." I laugh, looking to Charlie dancing with his mother now, how happy he looks now.

"Yeah, took me several hours to convince him that was not the case." He tells me.

We laugh together for a moment before our eyes lock for the millionth time.

"Can..." I start, "can I ask you something?"

"Of course." He nods.

"Have I... have I made you uncomfortable in some ways?" I ask.

"What? No... of course not." He answers quickly.

"Are you sure?" I check, "I mean, you can tell me. Really it's no problem."

"I'm sure. You didn't do anything to make me feel uncomfortable." He replies, "I promise."

"Okay..." I nod, with small smile. "If I did something, though, I'm sorry."

"I promise, you have nothing to be sorry for." He reassuringly smiles at me, I smile back.

We stay in silence, looking at each other and, again, I feel the same pull towards I felt before, but this time, before anything could remotely happen, Kingslay's patronus appears.

It says the minister is dead and that the deatheaters are coming here...

The caos emerges as soon as the enemy arrives.

I look up at Bill.

"Stay close to me." He tells me and I nod.

We start fighting along the others, most guests disappear, most remains and fight.

I cast as many protection spells as I can while Bill and the other defends.

I can see Harry, Ron and Hermione disappear. Thankfully. But my attention is caught by another red-haired fighting far from me.

I rush to Ginny without even thinking and stand beside her, Lupin joins us soon.

A caos of "stupeficium" "expelliarmus" and "protego" surrounds us.

I spot someone aiming at a distracted Ginny, instinctively I step in between them, I try to yell, but too late.

I feel myself falling to the ground.

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It's dark, I can hardly open my eyes, but I hear voices around me.

"She's gonna be fine." I hear someone says.

"Are you sure?" A pair of voices, this time, asks.

"Yes, I am."

I weakly open my eyes and move to sit up.

"Hey, hey, careful there." I recognise Bill's voice.

"What... what happened?" I ask, finally being able to look around. Noticing Fred and George too, I notice this is not a room I recognise.

"What happened?!" George asks shocked, "what happened she asks!"

"Unbelievable!" Fred agrees.

"So..?" I urge.

"You took a stunner for Ginny. A dark one." Bill explains.

"What were you thinking?!" Fred asks.

"I just saw him aiming at your sister and went on autopilot, I think." I say.

"What if it was a killing curse?" George basically yells.

"Could you not shout please?" I ask weakly.

They both sigh heavily and look at each other.

"You're okay." Bill chimes in from his place by the door, "that's important." He says this last bit more to the twins than to me.

"You scared the hell out of us." George says.

"Yeah, we thought we lost you." Fred nods.

"I'm sorry..." I mutter.

"No, we're sorry for yelling." Fred sighs, "we're thankful you're okay... and thank you for protecting Ginny."

I open my arms, asking them for a hug and they do, careful not to hurt me too much they wrap their arms around me.

"Where are we?" I ask, once they pulled away.

"Shell cottage." They both answer.

"In Cornwall." George keeps going, "it's by the sea."

"Oh... Nice."

"Yeah, we'll be using it as a refuge for a while." Freds explain.

"Especially until you feel better." Bill adds.

"We know you like the sea, so maybe it would help your recovery." George says, hopeful.

"I hope so." I smile at them.

"Let's leave her, boys, she need her rest not you two pestering her." Bill teases his brothers.

"We're not!" They both say, standing up and heading to the door.

"A little." I joke.

"You better rest well, young lady." Fred scolds me before following his brother out.

"I'll bring up some tea. Now rest." With this Bill exits and closes the door.

I lay back down, take a deep breath and close my eyes, hoping to get some sleep.

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The sweet smell of the tea gently wakes me up.

I slowly open my eyes, noticing some rays of sun peaking through the windows.

I sit up, determined to stand up and walk downstairs. I put some clothes on and weakly walk out the room, holding onto the wall just in case.

I make my way downstairs, happy to hear voices coming from what I can imagine is the kitchen.

"Why don't you just tell her, mate?" Fred, I think, says.

"What do you mean why?" Bill asks back.

"What do you mean, what do we mean why?" George replies, "do you like her?"

"I..."

"Of course, he does!" Fred intervenes.

"Then why don't you freaking tell her?" George repeats the question.

Now, I can't help but eavesdrop. Curiosity taking the best of me.

"Have you seen me recently?" Bill snaps.

"Bill..." George starts, but he's interrupted.

"No, George." Bill's serious tone, makes my heart ache, "how could she like me back when I look like this? Uh?"

"Bill, do you think she cares?" Fred's tone got more gentle.

"We know her, mate." George tries to reassure him.

"No." Bill firmly states, "she deserves better. You should know it, she deserves someone who doesn't look like a freak, and most definitely she doesn't deserve a werewolf in her life. What if I hurt her? What if..." he chokes. I can't see him, but I can tell he's crying.

"You love her, don't you?" Fred asks... or rather, states.

"Of course, he does." George confirms, "look how scared he is!"

"Of course, I'm scared!" Bill snaps again, "The closest thing to love at first sight l've ever experienced happened when I first laid eyes on her... and it pains me how much I want to be with her, but knowing she doesn't deserve to end up with someone like me..."

That's enough, I walk up to them and their head turn up to look at me, Bill's eyes widening at my sight.

"I think that's up to me to decide." I tell him, looking him dead in the eyes.

"I..." He's at loss words.

"We'll leave you to it." The twins says and walk out.

I sit down, so I can face Bill, I slightly wince as I do.

"Careful..." he whispers, "you... you should be resting."

"You'll soon realise I don't usually do what I'm supposed to do." I smile at him.

We stay silent, none of us knowing what to say.

"Sorry." He then says.

"What for?" I ask.

"I..." he lets out a nervous chuckle, "I don't even know..."

"Was that true?" I finally ask.

"I'm afraid so..." he sighs.

"Then, I'm afraid you're stuck with me." I say, feeling bold enough to take his hand.

"I..." he look at our hands, "you mean...?"

"Yes..."

"But... you don't have to... I know you deserve something better than this." He tries to make me... reason I think, I softly laugh at this.

"Better than a hot, long-haired, curse-breaker with the kindest smile eyes I've ever seen? I'm not so sure about it." I grin at him, "what you felt the first time we met... I'm pretty sure I felt it too."

"Really?"

"Of course, I think if there was ever anybody meant for me, it's you."

He looks at me with the biggest smile, lets out a relieved laugh and comes closer to kiss me.

I'm a little taken aback, but I quickly kiss him back, my hand moves up to his cheek softly caressing his scars while his is in my hair gently playing with it.

Once we pull away we hear cheering from the other room, and we laugh watching Fred and George coming into view clapping their hands.

"Finally!"

"Good job!"

"Go away you two!" Bill scolds them.

"Hey!" They call, "no naughtinesses while we're here, alright!"

They go away and leave us officially alone.

I look at Bill and he does the same.

"I love you." He whispers, coming closer once again.

"I love you too" I say before kissing him again.

And again.

And... again.

#wizarding world #harry potter #weasley x reader #bill weasley #bill weasley x reader #bill weasley imagine #bill weasley fluff #bill weasley x y/n

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nightblackowlbat · 5 months ago

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Ghost King & Master of Death

A meta-commentary on Danny and Harry. Think of the parallels, the potential!

(Slaps car, "you can fit so much fanon into these bad boys!")

So without further ado, let's get started.

Green eyes: green like ectoplasm, green like the killing curse

Death didn't stick: Harry is the boy-who-lived. Danny is the boy-who-died.

Death-scars: Danny is often written as having Lichtenberg scarring from the accident that killed him. Harry is famous for his lightning bolt scar, received from the killing curse.

Power thrust upon them: Danny defeated Pariah Dark to save his town. Harry collected the hallows by accident/Dumbledore to defeat Voldie. Neither wanted their titles.

Eldritch entity: MOD and GK are portrayed in fandom as beings beyond time. They are not bound to one universe. Death is all-encompassing, it reaches ever corner of the multiverse that contains life. Thus, so do they.

Eternal teenagers: Depending on the depiction, there's a lot of takes where Danny and Harry stopped aging due to their titles/species.

Tired and timeless: AKA Overpowered and overworked. There's a lot of bullshit that goes on behind the metaphysical veil apparently. Being a god-like being isn't easy. There's paperwork and shit. Being immortal sucks.

Vacation AU: What do said immortals do when they need a break? Run away to a random universe for a new start. Hey, maybe here they can finally live a normal peaceful life, right? RIGHT? (It would be a pretty boring crossover if that happened, so sorry Danny/Harry. You're getting a love-interest at the very least.)

Antagonists obsessed with their moms: Vlad and Snape

(ok, that last one was added as a joke, but im not wrong)

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So. Where does that leave our deathly boys? What paths can this lead? So many.

Just two Death Gods chillin' in your dimension: Danny and Harry are work colleges, just two dudes, two pals. Every century or so they pick a universe to dip in to live and relax a little. They're just a couple a eldritch tourists, no need for the locals to get so freaked out, honest.

Summons unclear: Maybe there's some mixup over which universes fall into who's jurisdiction. So when a cult tries to summon a death god they get two. And then Danny and Harry immediately start bickering and bitching. "No, I very clearly stated that this realm was/wasn't my problem!"

Alternates: They could be alternate versions of each other. Does something go wrong with the multiverse? The balance of life and death? Maybe they take each other's places or end up body-swapped. Or they could be reincarnated versions of each other and something unlocks memories of their previous life.

Godly matchmaking: Death and Time see their protégées suffering alone and set them up to support each other. Partners through the pain of eternal responsibility. Could just be platonic.

Soulmate AU: Matching death scars are morbidly romantic, right? Or it could be a write on your skin situation, where they write to each other and only meet once they've ascended. And it comes with the bittersweet knowledge that while they were destined to be together, but they were also destined for greatness born from suffering.

#harry potter #danny phantom #danny phantom crossover #harry potter crossover #ghost king danny #master of death #MOD harry potter #harry potter master of death #hpxdp #dpxhp #hp x dp #dp x hp #harry potter x danny phantom #danny phantom x harry potter #fandom #multifandom

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wisteria-lodge · 4 months ago

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Fem!Harry Potter AU

The orginal ask post was getting petty long and unwieldy, so I put my breakdown of Books 1-5 up on A03 for easier reading:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63681217/chapters/163243519

And now to continue!

Book 6 starts with both sides regrouping. Dumbledore will still have tried to put on the ring and cursed himself, so he knows he’s only about a year to live. But with Snape’s help he makes a recovery from the despair-potion he drank in the Inferi cave, and reads the note left inside the locket. So now he knows that it’s a fake horcrux, and Regulus Black took the real one.

The only people who might possibly know what Regulus did with that horcrux - where he put it, if he managed to destroy it - are his house elf Kreacher and his brother Sirius. Getting to either of them is kind of a problem, because Kreacher is in Grimmauld place, and in order to open up Grimmauld Place… Dumbledore is going to need Sirius.

The way I see the inheritance law working here, which best explains how Sirus is able to inherit the house free and clear despite being disowned (when Bellatrix is right there…) is that Regulus un-disowned Sirius right before he died, and wrote him back into his will. Regulus saw the error of his ways and was trying to fix as much as he could in the time he had left, so I think this fits. (Regulus also died after his father, so would’ve been head of the family for a few months there.)

Dumbledore is giving a little more thought to the Black brothers than he has been up till now. He didn’t know that Regulus had a change of heart right there at the end… so learning that he did forcing him to consider that he might have been wrong about Sirius as well. The top priority has now become find Sirius Black. Dumbledore puts Remus on the case as well: Sirius tried to make contact with him once, he might try to do it again.

So why is Dumbledore’s priority not rescue Harriet? First, he’s got Snape on the inside, giving him real time updates that Voldemort is away on some secret mission and Harriet is awake, being loud and annoying, and bored enough to actually start reading the stack of Lockhart books Snape threw in after her. She’s not in any immediate danger. Snape could get her out any time, but it would blow his cover and… it’s more important to keep Snape where he is, slowly becoming Voldemort’s right hand man. Malfoy Manor has to be pretty much impregnable, in order for Book 6 and Book 7 to make sense. It’s where they keep high-value hostages like Olivander and Luna. If a handful of Order members could have snuck in, grabbed them and left, they would’ve done that.

(It’s actually kind of a plot hole and definitely a deus ex machina when Dobby shows up just teleports people out. Like if Dobby could do that the entire time, did he just not care about Luna? Not want to help the Voldemort war effort?)

So in this, I’m just going to say that Barty gave that basement even better wards than it had in canon. I mean, he kept Moody locked in his trunk for a year right underneath Dumbledore‘s nose and reprogrammed the Goblet of Fire. I bet he could Dobby-proof the Malfoy dungeons.. (Especially since Lucius Malfoy should honestly be a little terrified of Dobby at this point. He might come back, mess with him or his family the same way he messed with Harry. Dobby might spy on him, or gather evidence against him… If I were Lucius Malfoy, I would have spent Book 3 making sure Dobby could not get in my house.)

Dumbledore is definitely looking for ways to get into Malfoy Manor, but nothing is immediately magically obvious. (Another excellent reason to get your hands on Sirius: he found a way out of Azkaban. Maybe he can find a way into Malfoy Manor.) Dumbledore loves Harriet, but at the end of the day he’s all about the greater good. Going into this, he knew that her death was 100% a possibility. Worst case scenario - Voldemort kills Harriet, and Dumbledore’s magical theories are wrong and she isn’t able to magically come back. In which case Voldemort has destroyed one of his own horcuxes, and the war continues.

Back to Voldemort. He’s kidnapped Olivander and demanded he explain what’s going on with him, Harriet, and their wands.

Olivander is kind of intersting. A little creepy, a little amoral. On some level he just wants to see cool magic and doesn’t care that much which side does it. (“After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things. Terrible, yes. But great.”) This is why I think Voldemort is willing to work with him, and trust his advice.

But when it really comes down to it, I don’t think Olivander wants Voldemort win. I say that because when he’s kidnapped (during the end of Book 6? Beginning of Book 7?) - he could have given Voldemort a very straightforward explanation. Voldemort and Harry have wands with twin cores, which trigger weird magical effects when the wands fight. All Voldemort has to do is snap the holly wand, and he’ll be able to fight Harry completely normally.

(I actually don’t think he’d be able to kill Harry at this point. He brought himself back to life losing Harry’s blood, and so is tethering Harry to life the same way a horcrux would. They’re both each other’s horcruxes, that’s what “neither can live while the other survives” means. But, he’d be able to do anything else to Harry, no problem.)

But my point is, canon Olivander doesn’t tell Voldemort any of that. He starts talking about this mythical extra-powerful wand, and watches Voldemort’s eyes get huge. I think Olivander was buying the opposition time, sending Voldemort on this wild goose chase overseas and keeping him away from the war effort in England. So that’s what will happens in this AU too.

Voldemort has slightly more information, and he’s got questions. Is this wand Lily Potter‘s wand? No? Then why did my spell bounce rebound off Harriet Potter when she was a baby? Why does my wand not work against her wand properly? Why doesn't any wand I’m holding not work against her properly?

Olivander tells him about the Deathly Hallows. He already kinda does in canon by telling him about the Elder Wand, and he definitely knows about the rest of them. Olivander is going to see the Cloak Harriet brought to the Manor and say no, that’s not a normal invisibility cloak. Harriet Potter is master of one of the Deathly Hallows. She inherited it from her father and now has its loyalty.

The longer he talks, the more things actually start to make sense to Voldemort. He realizes what the ring he turned into a horcrux actually was. And instead of feeling stupid, Voldemort’s going to feel kind of cool.He’s the master of the Ring. Harry’s mistress of the Cloak. They both have one Hallow, that’s why they can’t fight properly against each other, the Hallows are canceling each other out. Voldemort needs the Wand as a tiebreaker. Then it’ll be two Hallows against one, and he’ll win. Also, it’s the world’s most powerful wand, so actually he’ll be unstoppable. Voldemort leaves to track it down. He’ll talk to Grigorovich, then Grindelwald, and eventually realize that Dumbledore has the wand. But that’s going to take him a non-zero amount of time, and in the meantime he’s going to leave Harriet in the Malfoy dungeons, guarded by Narcissa, Draco, Barty, and whatever Death Eaters stayed out of Azkaban. Greyback’s started lurking around, which isn’t good.

But what would be wild, if you really were writing this as a book, is that all this is going on in the background. Our viewpoint characters don’t understand this yet, they’re only catching glimpses. Harriet is in the Malfoy dungeons hearing garbled bits of conversations, and trying to piece together an escape plan.

#hp #fem!harry potter au #fem harry au #girl harry au #harriet lily potter

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