#kingsley x rodolphus

[siriusly-sapphic]

New Excellence (Dorcissa) Chapter

Title: Excellence Pairing: Dorcas Meadowes/Narcissa Black Malfoy Rating: M (for future chapters) Word count: 43K (10 chapters) Summary: Dorcas Meadowes and Narcissa Black at the start of their fifth year at Hogwarts. Two Slytherin girls with bright, promising futures ahead of them, trying to find their place in a world where nothing less than pure excellence is expected of them. They don’t like each other, never have, and when everything around them is surely changing, that’s something familiar to hold onto, at least. For the time being. Warnings: No archive warnings, see other tags Link: chapter 1 | chapter 10 Excerpt:

It wasn’t late enough yet that Rodolphus could make his excuses and head to his bedroom early — he didn’t think his mother would even allow him to, when he hadn’t been much of a host to begin with. Mum wasn’t very strict with them, as Narcissa had to remind him every time he complained about her, but she took their reputation and her galas very seriously. So he should too. Rodolphus hadn’t enjoyed playing the part, so far, and he wasn’t really planning on starting now. It was all just so dull. Rabastan was no fun when Rita was around and he hadn’t been alone all evening. The guests were dancing and every conversation Rodolphus was roped into by his parents was about business and politics, only one of which he could give half a damn about. Still, he danced as was appropriate, even if he only danced with Narcissa despite knowing his mother would expected him to dance with other girls, too. Rodolphus knew he should. He was the heir of his family, and it was only appropriate that he gave other witches his age a chance to dance with him, make it seem he was giving any thought at all to a future wife . Unless it was Narcissa, he wasn’t planning to find one anytime soon.

[fiestylilmetalbendingqueen]

Ship asks! Cissalene, dorcissa, rodolphus/kingsley, and siricissa pls

Cissalene: the loves of my life, the opposites that attached, definitely got that Sk8er Boi vibes. . .should I continue???? Lmaooo

Dorcissa: oh God they were roommates, this homoerotic friendship ruined me vibes, my gay awakening but I die before I admit that vibes, ladies it's perfectly straight to cuddle with your high school rival, I think she's so pretty and I hate her for it (aka I don't know what I really mean is I have a crush on her and I hate how much it confuses me) BUT BUT no I do not really see them as bestie if that makes sense 😂😂

Kingsley/Rodolphus: my mind draws a blank cause I don't really think about them, and I don't go looking for them. But I like their chemistry in Excellence.

Siricissa: *maniacally bites them* but doesn't drive me crazy, an essay-, how to form words on the complicity of them, you can't. They're tragic, they hate each other, they love each other, they would never sacrifice their way of living for the other. But they will lie to each other in the dark of the night and imagine a life that will never happen because they're too opposite. These bitches need therapy and we have to explain to them that no sex is not therapy you horny wackos, you just wanted a slutty excuse to bite them-

In conclusion: I'm sorry to you Rodolphus/Kingsley

[daily-hp-shitposts]

Kingsley: What can you tell us about Lord Voldemort?

Draco: He was sleeping with my aunt and uncle

Kingsley: Um, well, that's definitely not what we were expecting

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

What they call home pt. 4|7 - Underlying feelings [Sirius Black x Reader]

Title: What they call home pt. 4|7 - Underlying feelings Pairing: Post Azkaban!Sirius Black x Female!Lestrange!Reader Word count: 1.5k Published: 12 November, 2020 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Notes: This was written for @wand3ringr0s3​ ‘s writing challenge and also for a request I have received on Wattpad. It was supposed to be a one shot, but it turned into a series somehow. I have been getting carried away these days.

Disclaimer: I have dug myself very deep into the Black and Lestrange family just to make sure that there were no incest in the story. I went back 300 years, until 1700 and I can confirm Blacks have not been related to the Lestranges, except Bellatrix Lestrange (nee Black) marrying Rodolphus Lestrange around 1968-70, pre-Wizarding War I. 

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Weeks passed by and Sirius and you started to warm up to each other. You still liked to rile each other up, but it has become more comical than annoying and you slowly started enjoy his company more and more.

As the order meeting of the day finished, you sat down with some of the members for a team building dinner to quote Albus. You have considered leaving and spending the rest of the night in your room, the suspicious gazes giving you a chill, but as soon as you headed out of the dining room, Sirius got hold of your wrist and stopped you.

“Stay.” He spoke, the room quieting down around you. You looked at the man as a small, inviting smile spread across his face, your heart taking on a faster pace, your wrist heating up where he held onto you.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” You breathed as you finally ripped your eyes away from the man and looked around the room. Albus was more than happy with your presence, whilst Molly gave you an apologetic, but approving look, her husband Arthur offering you a sweet smile. Nymphadora seemed a bit sceptical, but you could see she wasn’t against you joining them whilst Remus didn’t seem to mind as he has gotten used to your presence. However, Mundungus Fletcher, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Sturgis Podmore looked as though they wished you to disappear even from planet earth.

“Come, dear join us.” Molly quipped in as she placed another batch of cutlery and plates on the table right beside Sirius’ spot and from across her. You looked up at Sirius one more time in anticipation of an unspoken confirmation. He nodded and placed a hand behind your back, leading you forward, right beside the head of the table.

You tried to ignore how his proximity affected you, how his long fingers spread across your back caused tiny goosebumps to appear on your arms and neck, how his silent whisper of “It’s going to be fine” reassured you more than you wished it had.

You took a seat beside him and as everyone started eating an uncomfortable silence fell on the group of people, the only noise audible came from the cutleries and loud chewing.

However, the silence didn’t last long. People slowly fell into a conversation with each other. You overheard them mentioning something about an upcoming mission, but you couldn’t pay attention as Molly has averted your attention from the subject.

“My dear, how have you been feeling in this lovely house?” Molly said in a mocking tone from Sirius’ other side, which earned a rather annoyed groan from him. He didn’t necessarily have the best memories of the place, but it was still a home to him. You chuckled at his reaction, before you replied to Molly.

“I have been enjoying my time here to be honest.” You nodded as you took a spoonful of soup from your plate.

“I’m hoping Sirius hasn’t been causing you much trouble?” She asked as she sent a cheeky wink towards you.

“Well, he isn’t as insufferable as before, but still fairly annoying.” You replied matter-of-factly.

“I’m right here, don’t mind me.” Sirius shook his head as he took a bite of his chicken.

“We clearly don’t mind, Sirius.” You retorted with a soft giggle, which earned an eye roll from the man, but he couldn’t stop the soft smile from spreading across his face.

“Sirius, huh? Are we on a first name basis now?” He chuckled.

“Would you like me to call you Black?” You asked, but he quickly shook his head. “Then hush.” You giggled lightly, your eyes darting back to Molly.

“I’m glad you are getting along. I remember the first day you arrived, you were about to jump at each other’s throats.” She chuckled at the memory.

“I still feel like jumping at him on occasions.” You giggled, but it quickly died down as Sirius leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear, your face heating up at the proximity.

“Or on me.” He whispered. You felt your face burn under his seductive words, your heartbeat quickening in your ribcage as the air stuck in your lungs.

“Khm.” You cleared your throat, but no words left your lips. They just didn’t seem to want to come.

“Cat got your tongue, darling?” He teased, his breath beside your neck making you shiver. You were beyond flustered, you didn’t know how to react, so you chose the best option you knew. Pain. You quickly stepped on his foot under the table, causing the man to whine in pain. The table fell silent at the unexpected sound leaving the man’s lungs, but you wore the most innocent expression you could muster. “Why did you do that?” he asked, but you just shook your head.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” You shrugged with an innocent smile painted across your face. You turned towards Molly to continue your conversation, but the woman wore a playful grin and a suspicious gaze as she studied you and Sirius with her knowing eyes.

Sirius sent a deadly stare towards you, but you didn’t mind. You smiled innocently and continued the dinner as if nothing happened. But inside, inside you were craving more from him, to be closer to him, to be able to touch him. You knew you shouldn’t have such thoughts of him, but you couldn’t control the way you felt around him, the thoughts his mere presence caused you to have.

You didn’t want to think of the thoughts you had, but you couldn’t get them out of your head. How your hand would get lost in his big palm, how his growing stubble would feel against your skin, how his kiss would taste on your lips. You knew you were not supposed to have these thoughts, but you couldn’t control your curiosity.

The dinner didn’t last long, the order members disappeared quicker than you expected. Sirius has already gone up to his room, leaving you to walk the rest of the members, Arthur and Molly Weasley towards the exit.

“Could you please wait for me outside?” Molly asked her husband and whilst both Arthur and you were confused by the woman, he did as he was told and stepped outside.

“Is everything okay?” You asked the woman as you have been left alone and she let out a single laugh.

“Of course, dear. I was just wondering how long it has been going on.” Molly watched you with the most curious gaze you have ever seen from her.

“I’m sorry, but you are going to have to give me more details.” You stared at her in surprise.

“Oh hush, darling. You know exactly what I mean.” She gave you a knowing look, but you were still confused and perhaps Molly realised it too as she finally continued. “I meant you and Sirius.” Your eyes widened in surprise at her unexpected words.

“Molly, I think you misunderstood something. There is nothing between us.” You quickly shook your head and lifted your hands, waving them in front of you, gesturing your innocence. She frowned as she watched your panicked expression, knowing full well that you were honest with her.

“Are you trying to tell me that my eyes have lied to me?” She questioned with a sceptical look. “That you don’t have feelings for him?” You wanted to deny it, you wanted to tell her that her eyes have misled her, but how could you. You would have lied to yourself if you said you didn’t see something in the man, that you didn’t feel like you needed to be around him, that his presence didn’t affect you in ways no one ever had.

Molly always had an eye for couples, one could call it a sixth sense, but for her it was second nature. She was a good observer and when people were obvious, she didn’t even have to take a second glance at them to understand the underlying feelings.

“Was I that obvious?” You asked as you let your head fall forward in defeat.

“Both of you were.” She giggled softly. Your eyes shot up as a playful glint appeared in Molly’s. Your lips parted involuntarily, the information surprising you. You hoped all along that it wasn’t just you who felt the connection between you, the little spark ready to ignite the fire within you. “If there’s any progression, I’m still only an owl away, waiting eagerly.” She chuckled, which made you grin as you awkwardly scratched the back of your neck.

“We will see, Molly. We will see.” You replied, trying not to jinx your luck.

You waved goodbye to the Weasleys before you walked up the stairs and started off to your room. Each time you headed to your temporary accommodation, which slowly started to feel more and more like home, you passed Sirius’ room in the hallway. This was no different. You couldn’t stop yourself from halting for a moment, placing your hand on the door as if you could feel him closer to you.

You weren’t sure how right Molly was, but you were hoping that her eyes were truly seeing something blossom between you and Sirius. You couldn’t deny how much you needed him, how much you wanted him, and you were wishing nothing more, but to feel him close to you and for your feelings to be reciprocated.

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[thebadgerclan]

Seconds Away

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader (Golden Era)

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Death was seconds away from both of you...

The reader loses part of her leg in this, there’s nothing graphic depicted, but she does lose a leg.

A/N: Idk if the killing curse works the way I wrote it to, but let’s pretend it does 😂

Curses flew in every direction, some missing you only by inches.  When you’d arrived with other members of the Order moments ago, you found that Harry and his friends were grossly outnumbered: two Death Eaters for every one of them.  You’d known that Harry might try and get into the Ministry, but you never thought he’d actually do it.  You thought he’d have taken his Occlumency seriously, you thought he’d place more value on his friends’ lives.  But you could scold and yell at him later, right now, your focus was getting him, his friends, yourself, and your fiance out of here alive.  

Lucius Malfoy had just been knocked flat on his back by Mad-Eye, Tonks was duelling Rodolphus, and Kingsley was taking on Dolohov.  Remus was herding the kids out of the room and to safety, and you allowed yourself a moment to breathe.  Four Death Eaters were Petrified or Stunned on the ground, the rest still duelling.  Your fiance, Sirius, had just Petrified Lucius, and he wore a triumphant smirk.  But you saw what he didn't, and you wanted to scream.

Bellatrix had appeared behind him, and what happened next seems to be in slow motion.  Her wand was drawn, pointed directly at Sirius.  Her lips hadn’t formed the curse yet, hadn’t spoken the words, but she didn’t need to.  She had murder in her eyes, and you were moving before you realized it.  Sirius saw you running towards him, and he smiled, not knowing death was seconds away.  You, Sirius, and Bellatrix all spoke at once:

“Y/N!”  “NO!”  “Avada Kedavra!”  You shoved Sirius to the ground, landing atop him, and stabbing, searing pain hit your leg.  “Y/N!”  Sirius screamed, face terrified and pale.  “Oh my god, Y/N!”  You were dizzy, black shapes popping over your vision, and you so desperately wanted to sleep.  “Stay with me, baby, keep those eyes open for me.  HELP!  SOMEONE HELP!”  Bellatrix raised her wand to strike again, but she was knocked off her feet by a spell.

Remus was sprinting towards you, horror on his face.  You were paler than anyone had ever seen you, your left leg bent at an odd angle.  “Get her out of here,” the lycanthrope instructed, voice hard and level.  “We’ll take care of things here, Harry’s safe, get her out!”  Sirius nodded, lifting you into his arms and Apparating away.  You were fading in and out of consciousness, you had no idea what was happening or where you were; all you knew was that Sirius was holding you.

Death was near, you were certain, and if you were going to die, you were happy to go in your love’s arms.  “Someone help me!” Sirius shouted, and you heard several pairs of feet running towards you.  “Merlin’s beard!”  “What happened?”  “Is she dead?”  “Not, but she will be if you don’t help!”  One of the people approached you, a young woman in green robes, and you realized you were at St. Mungo’s.  “Good Godric,” the healer said.  “Come on, we’re getting her to a room.”

Sirius began running down the hall, jostling you slightly in his arms, and you whined.  “It’s alright, baby,” he soothed, eyes darting down to yours.  “We’re gonna get you help.  Just stay with me.”  A moment later, Sirius laid you on a bed, and a flurry of healers surrounded you, pushing Sirius from sight.  They were all talking over one another, and you were woozy, and you only caught snatches of what they said.  “KIlling Curse… never seen this…necrosis, it’s spreading…”  You heard Sirius gasp from behind the crowd of healers, and you wanted him near you desperately.  

One of the healers turned to address Sirius after casting several diagnostics.  “It’s a miracle she’s alive,” he said, and Sirius nodded curtly.  “She was hit in the left shin with the Killing Curse, but you know that.  The limb is dead, and the curse is spreading, and fast.  We need to amputate to stop it and save her, and we need your consent.”  “M-mine?” Sirius stammered, overwhelmed with information.  “Yes, Y/N is in no state to consent to a procedure like this, and there’s no time to track down a next of kin.  But I have to ask, what is your relationship to Y/N.”

“I’m her fiance,” Sirius said.  “And please, save her, do whatever you have to do.”  The healer nodded and turned back to the bed, barking instruction to his fellows.  The bottom portion of your leg was grey, the tissue dead, and the color was rising rapidly.  Sirius couldn’t look away as the healers worked, expertly cutting through skin, muscle, and bone, until your left leg ended just above where your knee is--was.  The healers healed the rest of your leg, leaving a smooth, unscarred stump.

You’d passed out completely, or maybe the healers knocked you out, Sirius didn’t know, but when they stepped away, you were unconscious, looking as if you were simply asleep.  “She’ll be fine,” the healer said, wiping his forehead.  “She’ll be asleep for a while, but she’ll be alright.  I’ll get you the information of a woman who makes magical prosthetics.  If you hadn’t come when you did, Y/N might not have made it.”  The healer clapped Sirius on the shoulder and exited, leaving the two of you alone.

Sirius pulled a chair over to your bedside and sat down, taking your hand in his, kissing it tenderly.  “Y/N, darling,” he whispered, though no one else was here.  “Please.  You’ve got to wake up.  Please, baby, I need you.  Please wake up.”  Sirius wasn’t sure how long he sat for, eyes trained on your face, your hand in his, occasionally kissing it and telling you how much he loved you.  The healers came in a few times to check on you, each time telling Sirius that you were doing well and not to worry.

“She’ll wake soon, don’t worry.”  But Sirius did worry, quite a bit, actually.  The sun was peeking over the horizon now, and Sirius remained at your side, unwilling to leave for even a second.  His legs were asleep and his back ached, but he didn’t care.  All he cared about was you.  Sirius nearly flew out of his seat when you moaned, and his heart began to race.  “Y/N?  Y/N, baby, can you hear me?”  “Hmmm, Sirius?”

He couldn’t stop the smile that spread over his face, and he moved closer to you, squeezing your hand.  “Yeah, baby, I’m here.  Can you look at me, sweetheart?”  You did, slowly  rolling your head over the pillow to look at your fiance.  When your eyes met, it was like a bucket of cold water was dumped over your head, and you sat bolt upright.  “Harry!  Sirius, where’s Harry, is he alright?  Are his friends alright?  Oh god, is anyone dead?”  “Hey, shhhh,” he soothed.  “Lie down, puppy, everyone’s fine.  Harry and his friends are back at Hogwarts, everyone from the Order’s fine, we’re all fine.”

You looked around, taking in your surroundings.  “What happened?”  Sirius knew you weren’t asking about the battle, you were asking what happened to you.  He took a deep breath, squeezing your hand again.  “Bellatrix hit your leg with the Killing Curse,” he began, stroking your knuckles.  “Your leg...it started dying, and it was spreading fast.  I brought you here, and they-”  Sirius broke off, remembering your amputated leg for the first time.

“They what, Sirius?  What did they do?”  He sighed, tears pricking at his eyes.  But he had to be strong for you now.  “They had to cut off your leg, Y/N.”  Your eyes widened, and you threw back the thin blankets, seeing the absence of your lower left leg.  “Oh my god,” was breathed, and Sirius stood, sitting on the edge of the bed, putting an arm around you.  “I’m sorry, Y/N, it was the only way to save you.  Are you alright?”

In truth, you were devastated, but if you were either going to lose part of your leg of your life, you’d pick the former every time.  “I’m in shock, I think,” you said.  “But I will be.”  Sirius nodded, scooting closer to you.  “I couldn’t let her hurt you,” you went on, the words spilling without your knowledge.  “She was going to kill you, Sirius, I could feel it.  And I couldn’t let her do that.  I had to save you.  And if it meant my death, then-”  You choked, a sob breaking forth.  Everything hit you at once: how close Sirius had come to death, how close Harry and his friends had come to death, how close you had come to death.

Sirius pulled you tight against his chest as you sobbed, rubbing your back as the breath caught in your throat, kissing your head as your tears soaked his shirt.  You cried for 20 minute without pause, letting the anger, fear, and sadness of the day past wash over you.  When you calmed, Sirius gently tipped your head up so he could look at you.  Your eyes were red and puffy, and your nose was running.  “We almost died today,” you said, voice hoarse from crying.  “Sirius, fuck, we almost died.”

“But we didn’t,” he said, cupping your cheek, kissing your forehead.  “We’re alive, Y/N.  Everyone survived.  Yeah, a few people got hurt, but we’re all alive.”  “I almost lost you.”  Sirius kissed you again, your lips this time, and you leaned into his touch.  “I almost lost you too, Y/N.  But neither of us lost each other today, we’re alright.  Hurt?  Yeah, but alive.”

You were crying again, tears silent this time, and Sirius wiped them away.  “Sirius?”  “Yeah?”  “Will you hold me?”  “Of course I will, puppy.”  Sirius gently lifted you, careful not to jostle you too much in case you were in pain, and sat in the center of the bed, settling you in his lap and draping the blankets back over your lap.  You snuggled into his chest, winding your arms around his neck, his arms around your middle.

“I love you,” he whispered.  “I love you so much, Y/N.  I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.”  “I love you too, Sirius.  I love you more than anything.”  He held you tighter, rubbing your back sweetly.  “Does it hurt?” he asked, and you shook your head.  “No, not at all.”  “Good.  We’ll get through this, puppy, we always do.”  You nodded, lifting your head to kiss him.  “I know we will.  I love you, Sirius.”  “I love you too.”  Death was mere seconds, inches away today, but it passed you by, granting you more time with the man you loved.

[theunrealinsomniac]

Ohohohhoooo this is gonna be goood. Rodolphus and Kingsley / Bella and nr.5 :)))) pretty please

… Oh hot diggity damn. Let’s play my nonnie friend.

5. “Are you hitting on her for me?”

Rodolphus watched as Kingsley grinned at Bellatrix and swaggered his way back up to their part of the Slytherin table.

‘You alright Rod?’ Kingsley asked as he waved at Bellatrix’s sister Andromeda, who had watched the black boy’s retreating back carefully.

But Rodolphus was more focused on that Bellatrix was looking over as well and smiling mischievously.

‘Rod?’ Kingsley asked, his big smile diminishing the longer Rodolphus was quiet. ‘The girl is still looking, you should try smiling. Makes you look less scary.’

‘What were you and Bellatrix talking about?’

What were you doing to make her laugh like that?

‘You,’ Kingsley said with a shake of his head. ‘Honestly, you need to lose that paranoid thing. It’s quite off putting. ‘I was just telling the girl you’ve been mooning over, like a little kid with a crush, that you’d like to take her to Hogsmeade at the next chance.’

…

‘Are you hitting on her for me?’

Kingsley gave him a mock salute and shook his head, a single loop earring waggling with the movement. ‘Well someone had to do it for you. Merlin forbid she not just naturally be drawn to you in your broody bitch of a face.’

‘That’s crap,’ Rodolphus said as he threw back the rest of his pumpkin juice. ‘You can’t fool me Kingsley, she wasn’t asking about me. You’re the one she’s giggling at and touching every chance she can get. Would you just date her already and maybe then I can start moving on to someone else.’

‘Oh ye of little faith,’ Kingsley said with a chuckle. ‘Besides, who says I’m interested?’

Rodolphus rolled his eyes and forcibly turned the boy’s face to look back down the table, a clattering of silverware coming from just about where the Black sisters were sitting. 

He had definitely timed it right, cus Bellatrix hadn’t stopped staring at Kingsley all breakfast. ‘Date her already, she only seemed keen because she thought you were playing a game. Hell, go shag her, see if that doesn’t loosen up that hoity toity shit you have about Mudbloods.’

‘I’ve asked you not to use that word,’ Kingsley said with some steel. 

‘Yeah, yeah.’ Rodolphus waved dismissively. ‘No go fuck the hottest bird in our year and stop pretending you weren’t hitting on her for yourself.’

The black boy stood abruptly, leaving his breakfast unfinished and stormed away with a ‘I’m not hungry.’

He had even counted to ten before Bellatrix was up and following after him.

[spookyrobbins]

what have we done (can i be undone?)

pairing: bellatrix x hermione

description:

in the midst of the hogwarts repairs, hermione granger comes across the absolute last person she expected to see.

xx

bellatrix black wakes up to hogwarts in ruin and the year is certainly not 1968.

chapter six. 

plenty more tears in the sea

links: ao3 || ffn 

“Why do you think she keeps passing out?” Hermione asked as Hagrid laid the prone body of Bellatrix Black down in the hospital wing. “I mean, this is the second time.” 

“Gentle, Hagrid,” scolded McGonagall when Hagrid almost knocked Bellatrix’s head into the bed frame. Hagrid grunted in response. “I’m afraid Miss Black’s condition is beyond my magical expertise. I have called in Poppy. I doubt Poppy would recognize Bellatrix in her current state and even so,” she cleared her throat, “I trust that Poppy would keep this to herself.” She fixed Hagrid with an even state. “The pandemonium that would ensue if her existence got out would be beyond anything we could contain.” 

Hagrid swallowed audibly and nodded. “Er, I best be gettin’ back to the forest. Lots to do.” Hagrid ran a hand through his beard, glancing between Hermione and the professor nervously. “I’ll be seein’ ya around.” He nodded again before making his way out of the hospital wing. 

“When will Madame Pompfrey be arriving?” Hermione brushed her fingertips over Bellatrix’s wrist, marveling at how delicate and breakable she seemed, like a porcelain doll. 

McGonagall pursed her lips. “Hopefully before the Minister arrives.” 

Hermione’s mouth fell open. “You called the Minister? What are you planning on telling him?” 

“I don’t know, Miss Granger,” sighed McGonagall, pinching at the bridge of her nose. “But the longer we wait, the worse it may be for Miss Black.” Hermione’s response was stalled by the flurried arrival of Poppy Pomfrey, fresh off a shift at St. Mungo’s. 

“Minerva, what is so urgent?” She stopped in front of Bellatrix. “Who is this? A student?” 

“Of sorts, it’s very complicated and I would be happy to appraise you of the situation after you have uncovered what is wrong.” 

Pomfrey furrowed her brow, but aquiested, turning back to Bellatrix. 

Hermione watched with fascination as the medi-witch performed a series of diagnostic tests over Bellatrix. Most of the time, Herrmione was on the receiving end of such tests and as such, had no opportunity to study the techniques. 

Pomfrey, after some long minutes of testing, looked up and motioned for Hermione. “Miss Granger, I need to examine the patient’s ribcage and chest.” Hermione gingerly lifted the patterned sweater she had lent Bellatrix, far too amused by the other witch’s moaning about wearing ugly muggle clothes. A gasp fell involuntarily from her mouth. 

The black bruise that Hermione had attempted to treat the previous day had spread even further up towards her chest. The magic radiating off of Bellatrix was so dark it made Hermione’s skin crawl. 

“Sweet mother of Morgana. It is as I suspected. Dark magic, very dark magic indeed has taken ahold of this girl.” 

“What can be done, Poppy?” 

Pomfrey shook her head, looking up to McGongall. “I can make her comfortable for now, but it will come down to her own strength. Both physically and that of her magical core. This is dark magic unlike any I’ve ever seen. It feels ancient, untouchable. I have a colleague at St. Mungo’s who specialises in the effect of dark curses, I think I will consult with her. For now, I can make the girl comfortable until she wakes, which may be any moment or may not be for a while. I’m sorry, there is little I can do.” Pomfrey looked down sadly at Bellatrix. “What is her name?” 

“Bella,” said Hermione quickly, briefly squeezing Bellatrix’s fingers. 

“I’ll be back shortly. I’m going to send a message to my colleague.” 

Hermione found herself fully engrossed by the young woman asleep before her. Her dark lashes brushed against pale cheeks with a faint smattering of freckles. Hermione wanted to reach out and touch and feel how soft Bellatrix’s skin would be. 

“Minerva, Miss Granger, is everything alright…?” Kingsley’s appearance thankfully broke Hermione out of her creepy trance as she snapped her attention to the new Minister of Magic. The man’s gaze fixed on Bellatrix in the bed. “Who is this?” In a few short steps, Kingsley covered the length of the hospital wing. He stared at Bellatrix for a few long moments, trying to place her. “Minerva?” 

“That is Bellatrix Black.” 

“Black? Not Lestrange?” 

“Miss Black appeared not two days ago, plucked out of 1968. She has no memory of her life after the 9th of May, 1968, which was the last month of her final year at Hogwarts. She has no memory of marrying Rodolphus Lestrange, or becoming a Death Eater, or Azkaban,” McGonagall explained in a cool tone. 

Hermione braced herself for the inevitable explosion that would come upon the revelation of their hiding of one of the most dangerous witches in Britain.  

But it never came.

“Time turner accident then?” 

“No,” Minerva explained the circumstances of Bellatrix’s arrival, of her reincarnation. 

Kingsley sank down onto one of the nearby beds, his head falling into his hands. “Minerva, Merlin, what do you expect me to do? It’s not as if she was insignificant between 1968 and 1998. I would say after Voldemort, her death would be the one most would celebrate. What do you expect me to do about this?” 

“That is why I have asked you to come.” 

Kingsley swept a hand towards Bellatrix. “Did you stupefy her or something? Why is she asleep?” 

“She’s been having fainting spells. According to Poppy, it is the result of ancient magic.” Hermione quirked an eyebrow at McGonagall’s omission of Pomfrey’s assessment of dark magic. If even the faintest hint of dark magic was sensed around Bellatrix, the Ministry would happily obliterate her. 

Neither of the adults in the room spoke for a long while until Kingsley said, “You’ve put me in a terrible position, Minerva.”

“I understand, Kingsley,” began McGonagall, her steady voice betrayed by the way her eyes darted towards Bellatrix’s prone figure. “Perhaps for now, it would be for the best if Miss Black  remained here in secret. A leak to the public would only cause panic.” 

“A panic is the last thing we need at the moment.” Kingsley removed his glasses, revealing dark circles. “Do you know what kind of ‘ancient magic’ has afflicted her? Have you spoken with Albus?”

McGonagall shook her head. “I have consulted with Albus, which is how we determined that this was Miss Black. It’s still unclear exactly how she ended up here. Poppy is reaching out to a colleague of hers who specializes in dark and ancient magic at St. Mungo’s. Hopefully we will know more with their help.” 

The small part of Hermione’s mind that was solely focused on academic work couldn’t help but be thrilled by the potential of meeting an advanced healer. It was an area of research that Hermione had been intimately concerned with practically from the moment she met Harry Potter, but resources on the subject were few and far between. To have the opportunity to not only meet, but also observe a treatment would be amazing. 

The rest of her was highly concerned with the impending trouble of what Kingsley might do upon Bellatrix’s waking. 

(And she was certainly not thinking about the fact that she was still holding Bellatrix’s hand.)   

xx 

For what felt like the millionth time in the past few days, Bella was woken by the sensation of not being able to breathe. She clawed at her throat, her eyes still heavy from the darkness. 

The entirety of the time she was in darkness, it was as if she was falling. There were flashes. Flashes of faces that she didn’t recognize. Screams that felt as if they might tear at her skin. So much of it she didn’t recognize, except for one thing. Except for the crackling red light that had filled her nightmares longer than anything else. But it wasn’t the usual voice casting the curse. It almost sounded as if were her voice. 

“Bellatrix, you have to stop. You’re hurting yourself!” Someone finally managed to tear her hands away from her throat, half their body covering hers. “Bella!” 

Bella’s eyes flew open. 

Barely a wands-breadth away from her face was a pair of warm brown eyes, wide and terrified and again, so familiar. 

“Granger?” The other girl shifted slightly away from her, her fingers still tight around Bella’s wrist. “Granger,” she sighed with relief as she focused on the weight over her, letting it ground her. “Why’re you always staring at me?”

Granger rolled off of Bella, dropping her wrists as if Bella’s skin burned her. “You were trying to claw your own skin off.” Wordlessly, she summoned a mirror from the other side of the ward. 

Bella almost wished that this was the worst she had ever looked, bright red scars crisscrossing over her neck, but tragically, like most things in her life, it wasn’t. “Oh….” She traced a finger gingerly over the deepest mark where a thin bloody line had emerged. “What happened?” 

“You passed out again. Did you, you know, see anything maybe? The nurse thinks your fainting spells are linked to the black mark on your side.” Granger gestured to Bella’s damaged ribs. 

Bella blinked slowly, the edges of her vision still foggy. “I, hm, maybe. I’m not sure. Have you ever gone in a Pensieve?” Granger shook her head. “It was almost like that, but as if you were falling through it, rather than actually viewing a memory.” 

“What did you see?” 

Bella scrubbed a hand over her face roughly. “I-I-I don’t quite know. It was only flashes of things. Like faces I don’t recognize, but they seem familiar. And so, so much screaming.” Bella shuddered violently as a wave of cold crashed through her. To her surprise, Granger gingerly rubbed her arm as if to comfort her. “It was terrifying.”

“I’m sure, Le-Bellatrix. I can’t imagine it. How horrifying everything…” But Granger caught herself before she said anything further on the screams. Bella was so sick of the secrets, but Granger spoke before she could press the issue, “So you saw faces and heard screams? Could you make out any words?” Bella turned away from Granger, one word, in particular, echoing in her mind. “Bella, please.” The soft sound of her name, spoken in such gentle, caring way, caused her to turn back to Granger. “What did you hear? Anything could help you at this point.” 

“Not this word.” 

“Just tell me. It can’t be that bad.” 

Bella let out a high pitched laugh, her voice cracking on it. She purposefully chose to ignore the flinch that crossed Granger’s face. “Crucio.” At this, Granger all but lept away from her. Her skin went an ashy shade as her eyes widened in what Bella knew must be fear. 

Almost imperceptively, if not for the deathly silence of the hospital wing, Granger’s breath picked up. “Th-th-the Cruciatus curse?” 

“Yes,” Bella said shortly. “Only, it, it was the wrong voice.” 

“The wrong voice?”

Bella nodded. “It was my voice. Or I think it was. And there was so much light.”

Even more blood drained from Granger’s face as the girl moved towards the door, her hands trembling slightly. “I-I need to go speak to Professor McGonagall. There’s a healer coming from St. Mungo’s to check you and they’ll be coming through the Floo in her office so I’m sure we’ll be back soon. There’s, uh, feel free to read my book. I think you’d enjoy it.” Without another glance towards Bella, Granger took off like a fox fleeing a hound. 

Bella ignored the foreign ache in her ribcage as she pulled up the borrowed sweater to examine the bruise. A small gasp escaped her lips. It no longer looked like a bad Quidditch hit. No, now it stretched across her torso, as if reaching towards her heart. 

“What the actual Hades…?” 

Shaking her head a bit, she figured there was no point messing with it while she waited for the healer. 

“Gone With the Wind, oh great, I’m sure this will be the pinnacle of Muggle brilliance,” she scoffed, but opened the first page anyway. 

xx 

Hermione all but burst into the Headmistress’s office, her heart still pounding in her chest like a rabbit’s. 

“Hermione, is everything alright?” McGonagall was at her feet in an instant, moving quickly past Kingsley to catch Hermione’s arm before she stumbled over the stones. 

Hermione sucked in sharply. “I’m sorry, sorry for intruding like this, Professor, Minister.” 

Kingsley waved her apology away. “There is no need for such formality, Hermione.” 

Hermione nodded sharply, slightly shifting her weight away from McGonagall. “Uh, she’s awake.”

“Thank you for telling us so promptly, but you could’ve sent a Patronus or an elf.” McGonagall was still appraising her carefully as if searching for some hidden wound. “Are you sure you’re quite alright?” 

Hermione’s hands twisted into the sleeves of her sweater, tugging at any loose string she could find. “I asked her if she could recall anything. She said there were faces she didn’t recognize and screaming. Lots of screaming.” 

“Azkaban,” declared Kingsley, his voice low and solemn. “Within weeks, all the inmates can think to do is scream. It is truly a breeding ground for madness.” 

Hermione’s expression pinched and a brief tangent on prison reform floated to the forefront of her mind, but she pushed on. “She also said she could hear one word through all the screaming. Crucio. But, but she said that it was the ‘wrong voice’, that it was her voice. Do you think she could be remembering her life?” 

McGonagall shoved a bit of chocolate into Hermione’s hand. Where she got it from, Hermione had no clue, but nibbled at it nonetheless. 

“From what Minerva has told me, the Bellatrix who is currently in the hospital wing exists slightly outside of our reality as she is physically and mentally Bellatrix Black, but she exists after Bellatrix Lestrange’s death. Have you heard of the Muggle theory of past life regression or remembrance?” 

Hermione scoffed, “The sort of thing you’d see on late-night telly?”

Kingsley chuckled, “Precisely. Perhaps Miss Black is experiencing only brief moments or images from her later life rather than remembering its entirety.” 

“I suppose that’s possible. But it doesn’t explain why she keeps fainting.” Hermione conceded after finishing off her bit of chocolate. “The fainting and the flashes seem to be directly linked to the magic on her body.” 

“And her emotions, but I suppose Miss Black has always had a close relationship between her emotions and her magic,” McGonagall inserted, an almost wistful look on her lined face. 

“Is that,” Hermione began, but paused until McGonagall motioned for her to continue, “Is that why she went so mad and her magic became so corrupted?” 

“Perhaps. As Kingsley said, Azkaban breeds madness and Bellatrix, with her family history, would be at special risk for madness. The emotional connection with her magic would only worsen it. It is part of what makes her such a dangerous dueller, that she taps into instinct and emotion, rather than intellect as she fights. Rather like Mr. Potter, I’d say.” 

Kingsley hummed in acknowledgment, his gaze lingering on Snape’s portrait, which was conspicuously empty. “We still have the issue of what to do with her. Obviously we can’t reveal her to the public, but sooner or later people will recognize her.” 

“She does have a rather recognizable face,” Hermione said as images of bright eyes and wild hair flashed before her. 

“And most of the wizarding population has become intimately acquainted with it,” Kingsley continued, “Even if she is thirty some years younger and without the impact of Azkaban, I think many would make the connection.” 

“For now, I suggest she remains at Hogwarts. There will be few visitors at the castle for nearly four months, giving us further time to come up with a plan. Perhaps, if you would be amenable to it, Minister, you could send an Unspeakable to run further tests on Miss Black. If there’s a chance she can be returned to her time, I think that would be in everyone’s best interest.” 

As the two adults discussed the logistics of an Unspeakable at Hogwarts, Hermione couldn’t help the strange twinge in her chest at the idea of Bellatrix leaving. On the one hand, she was terrifying and her potential for violence and terror cast fear into Hermione’s heart. But on the other, all Hermione could see was a brilliant girl who had her potential snuffed out at seventeen. 

Even as she ruminated on Bellatrix’s potential innocence as she was now, that prickle of fear when Bellatrix had said Crucio reappeared. There was no denying the deep wounds Lestrange had imprinted upon Hermione both physically and mentally and she wasn’t sure if she’d ever be free of them. Everyone carrying scars from the war, but few were as emotionally taxing as the one carved into Hermione’s arm. 

To put it frankly, Hermione wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to separate the bright-eyed Bella from the manic Bellatrix. 

xx 

Bella was curled up on one of the beds in the hospital wing, waiting for the medi-witch to arrive. 

The magic along her torso felt like it was slowly eating away at her, corrupting her. 

Whoever this witch was, she hoped they could at least tell her what was happening. 

She had just been introduced to Rhett Butler and found him to be a rather infuriating character when the fireplace in front of her bloomed green flames. 

A witch emerged, shaking soot from her hair. 

The witch’s face was so familiar, just older than when Bella had last seen her. 

“Andy?” Bella’s voice cracked on her sister’s name. Everything in this time was so strange and unfamiliar to her: the broken castle, Headmistress McGonagall, screeching elves, the lot of it. So to see her most beloved sister’s face was a balm unlike any other. “Andy, it’s really you!” 

She launched at Andromeda, her book long forgotten. She wrapped her arms around her sister’s neck, burying her face there. Andromeda still wore the same perfume, even after all these years. It was as close to the smell of home as Bella ever would get. The soft notes of gardenia never ceased to settle Bella from even her most dangerous states. 

But it was gone too soon as Andromeda pushed her away, her eyes wide and wild. 

“Bellatrix!” Andromeda had never said her name with so much, with so much hatred. “Get away from me, you, you monster!” 

“Andy?” Bella’s lip trembled as she stared at her sister. “Andy, please…” 

“Stay back.” 

But Bella had never been very good at listening to directions and took a step towards her sister. “Andy, it’s me, it’s Bella.” Bella stumbled back as Andromeda punched her, her wedding ring slicing across Bella’s left cheek. 

“Oh god,” Andromeda gasped, taking a step towards Bella, but Bella stumbled back, trying to fight the fog threatening to overtake her mind. 

Bella didn’t linger to hear what Andromeda had to say. She just took off running. She wasn’t even aware of where her feet took her until she collapsed at the top of the Astronomy Tower. Her chest ached painfully as if her heart was trying to escape her ribcage.

Something dropped onto her hand, shocking her slightly. She glanced down to find a dark droplet of blood on her pale skin. The moonlight made it almost luminescent. She brushed her fingers along her cheek as blood spilled from the cut along her cheek. 

It was too much. Too much. That Andy, her Andy would raise a hand to her. 

After everything Bella went through to protect her. 

Of course, Bella would do anything to protect both her sisters. But what she was doing and had done to save Andy. 

Did this mean she failed? 

It must be. She must have failed to protect her. 

The voices of two little girls came softly to Bella as she curled into a corner of the Astronomy Tower. 

“Andy, can you hold Cissy for a while? You havta keep her sleeping.” 

“Of course, Bella. Cissy loves me holding her.” 

“You hold Cissy and stay quiet while I go down stairs and talk to Father.” 

“Where’s Mother?” 

“In the bottle, I’m sure. Don’t you worry, little bird, I’ll always keep you safe.” 

“I’ll always keep you safe. I’ll always keep you safe.” Bella kept repeating the words over and over to herself, rocking slightly as the cool night air cut through her sweater. “I’ll always keep you safe.” 

[dulcepericulum-rp]

CLASSIFIED INFORMATION: DEATH EATERS

NAME: Lucius Malfoy AGE: 28 BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood OCCUPATION: Advisor to the Minister for Magic, Public Relations PORTRAIT: Hunter Parrish

IMPORTANT CONNECTIONS

Bellatrix Lestrange: Many people assume they understand the relationship between Lucius and Bellatrix - they hate each other, and always have. The truth couldn’t be any farther from the rumors, but their reputations needed to be upheld, and so they lean into the shared flarings of their tempers. The original Black sister to be the subject of his engagement, Lucius’ relationship with the Black family took a sour turn when they handed her off to Rodolphus instead, causing tensions to flare over the year to follow as he tried to fight their decision. This had been a mistake, and his relationship with Bellatrix suffered greatly because of it, now the reason for their shared apathy towards one another many years later.

Antonin Dolohov: The clear choice for Rodolphus’ replacement, Lucius would happily pledge his allegiance to Antonin. He’s enjoyed the man’s ruthlessness from afar and believes he’s the man for the job, lest the inner circle start whispering again about Lucius needing a promotion. No, he’s perfectly happy with maintaining his position as Secretary and all the perks that come with it, and so if Antonin simply needs his lobby, than loyalty the man shall have as long as Lucius’ responsibilities bare no change. 

Alice Longbottom: A pesky fly intent on damaging his public image, the annoying brat of an Auror has begun targeting Lucius and his many revenue exploits, despite having just gotten rid of Shacklebolt with help from his dear friend Dolohov. She’s beginning to stick her nose in places it shouldn’t be, and if she’s not careful, Lucius will just have to find some desperate soldier looking to earn a high accolade, like killing an Auror. 

MENTIONED CONNECTIONS: Narcissa Malfoy { x }, Evan Rosier { coming soon! }, Bartemius Crouch Jr { coming soon! }, Kingsley Shacklebolt { coming soon! }, Severus Snape { coming soon ! }

FREQUENT LOCATIONS: Malfoy Manor, Office of the Minister for Magic: Level One, Rosier Estate

CURRENT MISSION: The Secretary

STATUS: T A K E N

[snamioneasks]

Ten Too Many by RobinL - M, abandoned, 15 chapters - Some women can't handle one husband. Hermione is getting ten. Thank you very much, Voldemort. Marriage Law meets Harem!Hermione. Post-DH. Hermione x Harry, Lucius, Draco, Kingsley, Gregory G., Rodolphus, Cormac, Neville, Arthur and Severus Snape.

[siriusly-sapphic]

@microficmay | Prompt day 10: Moon and Stars

Pairing: Kingsley Shacklebolt/Rodolphus Lestrange Words: 50 Setting: First war/Hogwarts, canon compliant, multichapter (each chapter is a microfic for Microfic May) Chapter: 8 (chapter 1 here) AO3

Kingsley’s gone home (a curt goodbye).

The moon’s full so the Abraxans whinny — it makes Rodolphus smile.

Narcissa tells him about the constellations like they’re home — even though she chose a different name.

Rodolphus wonders how she stopped being Cygnus’ perfect Heir. The courage .

He wonders if he could too.

[ao3feed-snape]

The Rays of the Moon

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3Bfc0Ew

by thenargle

Harry Potter x Lucille Lupin In the first Wizarding War, Remus Lupin falls for a werewolf from Greyback's pack and leaves her pregnant. After Greyback finds out about her betrayal, he teard her apart. Remus had to ran away with her daughter in Scotland to protect themselves. 10 years later, Lucille Lupin recieves her letter to Hogwarts, a school of Witchcraft and Wizardry and helps The Golden Trio to defeat He Who Shall Not Be Named. Throughout her years at Hogwarts she falls for The Boy Who Lived. Will she become a werewolf like her parents?

Words: 7812, Chapters: 7/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Mary Macdonald, Ginny Weasley, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Molly Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Bill Weasley, Percy Weasley, Andromeda Black Tonks, Ted Tonks, Sirius Black, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, Augusta Longbottom, Severus Snape, Rubeus Hagrid, Albus Dumbledore, Aberforth Dumbledore, Dumbledore's Army (Harry Potter), Voldemort (Harry Potter), Hogwarts Students, Hogwarts Ghosts, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Hogwarts Express (Harry Potter), Luna Lovegood, Xenophilius Lovegood, Fenrir Greyback, Michael Corner, Ernie Macmillan, Susan Bones, Cho Chang, Cedric Diggory, Padma Patil, Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown, Lisa Turpin, Sue Li, Cormac McLaggen, Fleur Delacour, Viktor Krum, Dobby (Harry Potter), Cornelius Fudge, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, Peter Pettigrew, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Pansy Parkinson, Seamus Finnigan, Hannah Abbott, Dolores Umbridge, Antonin Dolohov, Rodolphus Lestrange, Moaning Myrtle, Minerva McGonagall, Astoria Greengrass, Werewolf Character(s), Death Eater Characters, Dean Thomas, Pomona Sprout, Cuthbert Binns, The Grey Lady (Harry Potter), Filius Flitwick, Rufus Scrimgeour, Bartemius Crouch Jr., Bartemius Crouch Sr., Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, Igor Karkaroff, Kreacher (Harry Potter), Fawkes (Harry Potter), Sorting Hat (Harry Potter), Hedwig (Harry Potter), Crookshanks (Harry Potter), Dursley Family (Harry Potter), Horcrux (Harry Potter), Order of the Phoenix, Mundungus Fletcher, Lee Jordan, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Dudley Dursley, Petunia Evans Dursley, Teddy Lupin, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott

Relationships: Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Drama & Romance, Teen Romance, Drama, Horror, Master of Death Harry Potter, Auror Harry Potter, Dark Harry Potter, Dark Ron Weasley, Dark Hermione Granger, Dark Neville Longbottom, Minister for Magic Hermione Granger, Wizarding Wars (Harry Potter), Werewolf Remus Lupin, Alternate Universe - Werewolf

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3Bfc0Ew

[darknesscall-rp]

✖ full name: Millicent Bagnold ✖ age: 26 ✖ preferred pronouns: She/her ✖ affiliation: Neutral (Order of the Phoenix supporter) ✖ occupation: Secretary and assistant to the Minister for Magic ✖ blood status: Half-blood ✖ former house: Ravenclaw

✖ checked information (x) ✖ face claim: Jamie Clayton

(recollected by Rita Skeeter. Sources can be less than reliable.)

✖ She’s so uptight. Bet she never had a day of fun in her whole life.     ✖ Such a badass! Apparently she’s planning on running for Minister next year. It’s about time someone better came along.  ✖ She seems really serious now but people say she was quite the troublemaker when she was a student. Maybe she got herself together after graduation. 

Millicent Bagnold had an ordinary childhood from outsider’s perspective, a happy family living in Cardiff, Wales, who didn’t have a single problem in the world. Millicent being an only child didn’t leave much wiggle room; no possibility for a mistake. Only pressure. Little did that outsider know Millicent truly felt trapped in this little world his parents had created, due to the gender she was assigned at birth. Though that didn’t mean her family wasn’t full of love, for a time. Once Millicent received her letter to Hogwarts, she was overjoyed. Benjamin Bagnold, her father felt that it was incredible that his son would follow in his footsteps. While Sasha, her muggle-born mother found it alarming that they’d even consider allowing him to go. Millicent convinced her mother to allow her to attend with the help of her father. Even though she had never been so far away from her home before, she felt as if it were an adventure.

Realizing herself was not as easy – since her father and future classmates found her behaviour “too feminine”. At Hogwarts, Millicent found friends that accepted her and made her feel loved. Though people knew she was intelligent, she’d been prepared for absolutely everything. Since she is constantly overthinking and an extreme control - freak, her work ethic was extremely methodical and sufficient to say the least. She was reading, practicing spells, and obviously being with her friends. People often tried to bribe her into doing their class work, and she wasn’t afraid to belittle them for even asking. She never allowed anyone to take advantage of her.

After leaving Hogwarts, she felt that her life had truly begun.  She worked as an intern for the Ministry, and seeing as the Minister favored her passion  – he hired her as his secretary, and soon later his assistant as well. Success is obviously a driving factor in everything she does, and she will not accept anything less than the best.

Alastor Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt: Close, respects. Edgar, Amelia Bones: Sees potential in. Kaelys Ollivander: Confidant.  Andrew Yaxley, Rodolphus Lestrange: Tense. Mundungus Fletcher: Deals with but distrusts.   Kilian Ollivander, Sybill Trelawney: Believes they’re too naive.

[dailyjcink]

and in the middle of my chaos, there was you 

Rodolphus Lestrange is needed not only for his vital role at being Bellatrix's better half, but also for an important site subplot regarding the remaining Death Eaters in the aftermath of the wizarding war. The original ad in relation to all things Bella x Roddy, you can find here. For a brief synopsis about his role in the Death Eaters in current times, you can find that ad here. Sebastian Stan is pictured and very much preferred for the face. 

there's plenty of business for everybody. why kill each other over it?

Borgin, Burke and their associates are needed for a criminal subplot. Specifically in relation to the rival crime family of the Dearborns. Both Borgin and Burke have been in business for a long time, having built an empire of their own over the years and with the war being over, it would be interesting to see where they are in current times. You can find the original ad in regards to this group here. Faces are open & if you want, Borgin and Burke can be two powerful criminal women as opposed to men, if you want to add an interesting twist to their canon history!

nothing like a nighttime stroll to give you ideas

Alastor Moody, longtime friend and partner within the Auror office to one Kingsley Shacklebolt. Not only is this man very much wanted for plots in regards to King, but he also is the leader of the Order of Phoenix in current times. A lot of this character is open for one to create and make your own. Pictured face is Jeffrey Dean Morgan, who is pictured and preferred, but doesn't have to be him. You can find the full request for Moody here. 

hell is empty and all of the devils are here

This is a request for Sebastian Baddock, a pureblood who is loyal to the Death Eater cause. A man who was a part of the group for a long, long time, and rose to the ranks of the Inner Circle early on. This man would be described as cruel, persuasive, ruthless, vindictive, methodical, and malicious (among other things). He found out his son is a part of the Order during the final battle and while he has kept his distance from his son (something we could mutually play around with together), it would be great to have him crop back up in his eldest son's life and cause him some grief, either by blackmailing him or anything else we can come up with! The ad in relation to this man and his oldest son is located here. Otherwise, the ad in relation to his role with the Death Eaters is located here for your viewing pleasure. 

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All of these requests above are for the site Strength In Unity. SIU is a 3-3-3 jcink site, freeform app, no word count, post-war, marauders era au site. Any questions or inquiries about any of these characters, feel free to drop a line in the site's discord server anytime. 

[siriusly-sapphic]

@microficmay | Day 4 prompt: Praise

Pairing: Kingsley Shacklebolt/Rodolphus Lestrange Words: 50 Setting: First war/Hogwarts, canon compliant, multichapter (each chapter is a microfic for Microfic May) Chapter: 2 (chapter 1 here) AO3

He dislocated the seeker’s shoulder during the match — a well-aimed bludger. Gryffindor called foul play — sore losers that they are. Rodolphus’ own team carried him back to the common room. No congratulations feel as good as Kingsley’s thumbs up. “Nice work, Lestrange.” Rodolphus is sick with pride all night long.

[siriusly-sapphic]

@microficmay | Prompt day 1: Yearn

Pairing: Kingsley Shacklebolt/Rodolphus Lestrange Words: 50 Setting: First war/Hogwarts, canon compliant, multichapter (each chapter is a microfic for Microfic May) Chapter: 1 AO3

Rodolphus doesn’t know when it happened, but Kingsley’s all he thinks about. All he looks for. Every morning — breakfast. Every night — fireplace.  A greeting, smiling. Smalltalk. That shining Headboy badge. He barely hears Rabastan. Doesn’t care. Rodolphus always stares too long — but he doesn’t think Kingsley notices. Better that way.

[siriusly-sapphic]

@microficmay | Prompt day 9: Blossom

Pairing: Kingsley Shacklebolt/Rodolphus Lestrange Words: 50 Setting: First war/Hogwarts, canon compliant, multichapter (each chapter is a microfic for Microfic May) Chapter: 7 (chapter 1 here) AO3

Adrastia’s rosegardens bloom all year. Rodolphus picks one in the morning without thinking. Kingsley stayed the night. His family did — their fathers are friends. He’ll see him before breakfast. Kingsley’s with his mother and avoids Rodolphus’ gaze. Rodolphus does the same. Better that way. The rose wilts in his room.