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lollybliz · 5 years ago

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bout to make a Monster of a fic rec post here we go

heyo @jinx108! We’ll start with the complete ones because sometimes you’re just not in the mood to wait for the last chapter, you know? I don't remember details of all of these so i’m just going to copy the author’s summary rather than write my own. I am literally just going through my bookmarks, I got 400 of these to sort through. if ive talked to or am familiar with the author im gonna mention them, but if I mention you and you don't want me to have Please tell me and i’ll remove it.

If you’re not into spoilers Please Tread Carefully, I don't watch out for that stuff so I wont know to label it

1>Crushing Truth by Bunzuku: Tododeku. “Romance is hard enough for a teenager to understand when they have a good relationship role model. For Shoto, it takes two excited meddlers for him to even realize what his feelings really are.“

2>Disowned by b00mgh: tododeku + others. Unrated, some traumatic elements. “Shouto freaks out under a bridge and I use the word "grass" a lot more than I really should. Izuku does his stupid martyr thing and everyone makes continuous references to his propensity to break his bones. Aizawa goes "oh FUCK my kids are dying again" and his students use him as emotional (and physical) support. A friend requests angst, I say what kind, she say idk make someone get disowned and i say oh this I can absolutely provide my good buddy.”

3>cotton candy hands by @chonideno: Kiribaku. I will take Any excuse to rec this fic, its the most fluffy pile of feels Good Lord. also the first fic I ever bound into a physical book. “Studying to become a hero requires knowing how to take care of yourself. Sometimes you might need help on the way so if your crush offers to do your hair for you or to give you a well-deserved back rub, it'd be stupid to say no. A series of soft vignettes in which a love-struck Kirishima and a touch-starved Bakugou care for each other and it's definitely not making their hearts jump through hoops, they’re never this close to kissing, no, they're totally best friends bro“

4>Catching Sight of the Storm by neo7v: Kiribaku, tododeku. A considerable amount of Whump and related angst, and kinda sad tbh. “Blind. Quirkless. Useless.The first two things were stated clearly by the doctor that sat about five feet in front of Izuku. The third was a word that Kacchan called him everytime he failed to make the jump on whatever forest excursion they were on or when he ran into a tree because he hadn’t seen it. “I’m so, so sorry, Izuku.” Was his mom giving up on him already? But he could still be a hero if he tried hard enough, right? Quirkless or not. Blind or not. Just because Izuku was useless now didn’t mean he would stay that way forever, right? *** A Blind!Izuku AU”

5>Yell Heah by fakecharliebrown: Chatfic. M a n y pairings. technically complete, but part of an ongoing series. “Iida creates a group-chat for Class 1-A. It doesn't go as planned.“

6>Sunshine by Rosey_Note: BIG SAD. tw- failed suicide attempt. KiriKamiBaku. “They didn't deserve to put up with his crappy mood. Because Denki Kaminari did not feel like Sunshine right now. And they deserved sunshine. In fact, Denki didn't feel much of anything right now.“

7>Electric Connection by Onlymostydead: ShinKami. “Kaminari's quirk has always had... Weird side affects. Like his ADHD. And his constant energy. And his insomnia, which wouldn't leave him be right now, when he really needed to just get some sleep. But, thankfully, he has good friends.“

8>The Best (The Worst) by Onlymostydead: no romantic pairing. tw- rampant transphobia, both outside and internalized. “Bakugou Katsuki has known who he was since he was four years old. He was a boy, it was as simple as that. Around his friends, at school... But things couldn't just be that simple, could they?“

9>Lichtenberg Figures by Q_loves_you: no definite romantic pairing. “Kaminari Denki has a very powerful force of nature running through his body. Kaminari Denki doesn't want to hurt anybody. He doesn't always get what he wants, and "anybody" does generally include himself.“

10>Eventuality by KikaTouka: ill be honest I don't remember this one at all, I maaaay not have read it yet :/. anyway. ShinKami. “Shinsou learns more than just hero lessons after being transferred to 1-A.“

11>Pickup Lines for the Soul by MustardSoup: ShinKami. “Denki is twelve when he is flicking through the TV channels and lands on an old RomCom movie about soulmate marks – specifically the same type that he has. “I can’t believe I’ve had to walk around with a cheap pickup line written on my ankle my entire life because of you!” The leading lady yells at the leading man as he stares at her in awe. Denki laughs. “Oh no.” His mother says, watching him. “Oh no, indeed.” His sister repeats quietly.“

12>caught in my own web by @anxioussailorsoldier: ShinKami. “Shinsou needs some help after getting caught up in his capture weapon. Kaminari enters from stage left.“

13>not so summer love by nataliya: ShinKami. “Class 2-B’s common room, although typically quiet, was currently filled with five students—three slowly giving up on homework, one bitching about noise and another that rushes through the front door. “We’ve been waiting for you—” Mina starts, but Kaminari’s vaulting over the back of the couch, eyes wide as he practically buzzes out of his skin, emitting light like crazy as currents dazzle across strands of hair. “I have a big ugly crush,” He steps off the couch and onto the coffee table, much to Bakugou’s chagrin, “On big ugly Shinsou.””

14>Blamed by coldandhotsoba: ShinKami. Tw- they fuckin kill a guy and its a lil nasty. “This was not how the day was supposed to end. They were supposed to end the day like they do most nights. Kaminari clutching onto him like a koala as he slept, wrapped in the millions of tacky blankets Kaminari had bought. Warm and safe in their bed. It was not supposed to end with both of them tied up in some cold metal room.“

15>Lightning Scars by Present-Mics-Scream (write_your_way_out): Shinkami. “It's hard to be confident in your abilities when you're surrounded by people with incredible quirks. Shinsou Hitoshi would know better than anyone. Sure, he was admitted to the hero course in his second year, but being admitted to the hero course, and keeping up with the rest of the class are two different things. Lucky for him, Kaminari is there to prove that the flashiest quirks come with the largest drawbacks.“

16>See No Evil, Hear No Evil by randomfan188: no romantic pairing. “Kaminari Denki is legally blind. When he forgets to wear his contacts and breaks down during math class, comfort appears in the strangest of ways.“

17>how not to enjoy the weather, an article by kaminari denki by dreamtowns: no defined romantic pairing. “If there was one thing Kaminari hated the most in a world wth villains, it would have to be thunderstorms.“

18>”Studying” by emmyrox22: ShinKami, EraserMic. “Shinsou and Kaminari have been “studying” together for a while (but not for school). Shinsou gets stopped by his dads on the way to another “study” session and mistakes are made“

19>Weaknesses by sunflowerstorm: ShinKami. “Kaminari's quirk and storms compliment each other in the worst way, but he's convinced he can deal with it on his own... until he really can't any longer. When Shinsou accidentally overhears Aizawa confronting Kaminari about recent changes in behaviour and hears about the hell his quirks been putting him through, he can't just pretend he never heard. He wants to help.“

20>it’s hurt denki hours by memeingfultrash: ShinKami + others. ““Certain members of our class are...under the impression that...you’re the traitor.” Denki’s body went cold and felt like he was going to short circuit. ~some of class 1a believes that denki is the traitor and avoid him”

21>Petition to replace Mineta with Shinsou- (signed by Kaminari Denki) by CharaTheQuartz: ShinKami + others. This is one of my favorites, I go back to reread it from time to time. It SAYS 41/42, but that's just a glitch cus chapter 36 doesn't exist for some reason, I talked to the author about it and its fine. “Mineta brings shame to the color purple. You know who does not bring shame to the rich color, but pride and sexual tension to one infatuated Kaminari Denki instead? Shinsou Hitoshi, aka sexy zombie man, aka the most perfect hunk of a man to walk planet earth, aka future husband. Shinsou has finally gotten his chance to prove himself to the hero course, and he did more than prove himself. The only question left unanswered is whether he will start in A or B, and how Kaminari can manipulate the end result.“

22>How to Get a Boyfriend (in Four Easy Steps!) by e1ana: ShinKami, EraserMic, + others. “Step 1: Get kicked out of the house by your homophobic parents. Step 2: Run headfirst into your brooding, mysterious crush. Step 3: Sleep in his dad’s (see: your homeroom teacher) house Step 4: Watch everything you thought you knew go to shit. This isn’t exactly the sweet, romantic plan that Kaminari Denki longed for. Will everything be ok, or will step 5 be to crash and burn?“

23>Bakugou and Todoroki’s Foolproof 5-Step Plan to Fuck with Mineta Minoru by Anubis_2701: Kiribaku, TodoDeku, + others. This is another one of my favorites, and the one I am currently folding and sewing into a physical book. you learn how to do funny things when bored and quarantined ig. “It was a simple enough idea; screw around with the resident bastard of Class 1-A to let him know that his medieval ways and perverted behaviour weren't going to be tolerated by even the most career-focused of UA's students. To say that things had snowballed was an understatement. Todoroki had no idea how he had ended up sitting on Bakugou's floor at 1 am, holding a dossier of incriminating material that would make the FBI slobber, but he wasn't sure he wanted to know. The long and short of it was, fuck Mineta.”

24>Colour Theory by chancellorxofxtrash: TodoBakuDeku. this one’s a series. “Midoriya/Bakugo/Todoroki slow burn soulmate AU. All three of them are nerds with their own emotional issues, trying to navigate their way through becoming heroes, and their own relationship with each other.“

25>Summer Sunshine by Mara97: TodoDeku. Ever want a Barbie in a mermaid tale/Bnha crossover? No? well here you go anyway! “Instead of worrying about college, Izuku spends his summer vacation finding out his father is, supposedly, a dead merman king and going on a quest to dethrone the current king, Endeavor. Along the way, Izuku becomes close to the three journeying with him, makes friends with strangers, starts crushing on an unattainable prince, and, in the end, learns to love himself. Oh, and he saves a kingdom, too.“

26>The snowflakes on our skin and the flames in our soul are one (and the same), my love by missunderstuffyou: TodoDeku, Kiribaku. this is one of the ones I keep a running reread comment going on. its at,,, 6, atm. “Before your quirk begins to present itself, the soulmate link comes through, and suddenly whatever you write upon your own skin appears on the body of your soulmate. As your soulmate writes to you, the emotions they feel follow through the ink.Izuku Midoriya is four years and a few months old when he first feels the slight ebbing in his arms. It doesn’t hurt… he can just feel something, and it’s enough to make him sprint into his mother’s arms screaming that his quirk is coming. She had been washing in the kitchen, and the sudden screech as her son rockets into her side is enough to make her jump with panic, immediately grabbing at him and looking for cuts and bumps before she understands his words and the stupidly bright, alight smile on his face with large, watery, hopeful eyes. Shoto Todoroki doesn’t feel his soulmate connection open up. It is drowned in the aches of a small body worked far too hard.“

27>It was dark inside the closet by Chad_Champion69420: Pre-ShinDeku? maybe? its tagged shindeku but like. it’ll make sense if you read it. “Midoriya is invited to a party. He and Shinsou decide to play a little trick on the rest of the party during Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

28>how to woo your local trash gremlin: a comprehensive guide by Todoroki shouto by wonhaebunny: TodoBaku. this is the fic that dragged me into todobaku, fun fact. “five times shouto tries to confess to bakugou, and one time he doesn't bother tryingaka: wikihow is a scam and bakugou is a terrible, terrible boy“

29>top ten photos taken right before disaster by Shookspeare: ShinDeku. “Izuku participates in a harmless prank, only to end up ruining it and running for dear life.“

30>Secrets to Share by pechebaie: no definite romantic pairing. “Kirishima comes out first, and nothing changes. Kirishima and Kaminari still hang out to complain about class and talk about boys - and sometimes girls, too, in Kaminari’s case; he still plans stupid pranks with Sero that get them sent to the principal’s or nurse’s office every time; Ashido still kicks his ass at Mario Kart without hesitation; and Bakugou doesn’t get angry at him any more than he usually does.“

31>What One Hides by Pinalinet: TodoDeku. “All Might gives class 1-A an unusual assignment that results in Midoriya Izuku and Todoroki Shouto attending a weekly acting class. But with a mysterious villain targeting individuals without Quirks, and a developing issue of Todoroki's own, an after-school assignment is the least of their worries.“

32>whether or not we’re fated, we’re meant to be by juurensha: KINDA SPOILERY. TodoDeku + others. “Todoroki didn’t have a soulmark for most of his life.His siblings all did, but up until the day of the U.A. entrance exam, he had shoved the idea aside. It’s not like they could help him anyway. And then a 9 appears on his chest, and a green-haired boy barrels into his life with a fire and ice soulmark on his arms, and suddenly Todoroki cares very much about all this could mean.”

33>The Midnight Shift by meiishu @meiishu @totallytodoroki (idk which you’d rather I attach so I went with both): ShinKami. ““Hey Toshi,” Denki says, and he laughs, clearly embarrassed. He’s got on a jean jacket that did him absolutely no help and a white tee shirt that is currently stuck to his torso. It’s got a pikachu design in the center. “By any chance, do you sell umbrellas?” “You really went out in this weather.” Hitoshi deadpans, instead of dignifying that with an answer. or hitoshi works the midnight shift at the gas station, which also doubles as a pokestop for pokemon go. of course, denki is a regular.”

34>Rock the House by AkabaneKayo: ShinKami. “It wasn’t just his bed. It was his entire fucking room shaking. Only one thought crossed his mind at that moment: “Holy shit. My room is haunted.”“

35>Technically, they’re morning kisses by CharaTheQuartz: ShinKami. “Most nights, Shinsou cannot fall sleep. Neither can Kaminari. It seems counterproductive to have a sleepover then, but they try to make it work. And they fail, but that is okay.“

36>someone to call mine by nearly_theyre: ShinKami, EraserMic “From: Me wish you were here, denks From: kitten 💛💘💛 what if i was tho? OR Four times Denki snuck into Hitoshi's room and one time he walked through the front door.“

37>Pretty by Onlymostydead (noticing some repeat authors? me too): no definite romantic pairing. “(Or, Kaminari still can't figure out bra clasps.) Kaminari has never really felt good about himself. Herself? Whichever way, not knowing doesn't make anything easier. Especially when he (she?) and Mina have their bodies swapped during training, and everything seems too right.“

38>If I offer you my hand, will you take it? by bleukitsune: Kiribaku. SPOILERY. ““Why?” Kirishima leaned back on his hands, trying to create some space between them. Too close. The ash-blond looked really nervous, his usually arrogant and cunning demeanor gone. “What do you see when you look at me? Kirishima is worried. Bakugou is hurting. After his confrontation with Midoriya, he finally reaches out to him. “

Theres way more but I haven't tagged them properly yet so that m a y come later if I can ever finish going through and adding my sorting tags.

and then a last few that Are Not Complete but im really very fond of them. not as many as id like to add, but my hands are getting tired tbh.

39>State of Mind by GuardianOfTheLoaf: no relationship YET but its looking like it’ll be either tododeku or shindeku, probably the former. EraserMic. tw- childhood neglect and severe depression. Izuku’s not a happy kid. “Izuku was a late bloomer, his quirk lying dormant until his tenth birthday when in a fit of emotion he grabs his mother and she disappears. With All Might slowly restoring his confidence Izuku begins the difficult journey into becoming a hero.“ 18/? chapters.

40>Izuku Eats His Problems by CosmicAce: ShinDeku. Izuku’s a flerkin, what more could you want? “His whole life, Izuku Midoriya was taught to keep his powers, his Quirk, hidden from the world. His kind were feared, hunted to near extinction because of it. He just wants to show people he’s different. That he can be a HERO. And nothing is going to stop him. Even if his Quirk IS like an eldritch abomination.“ 43/? chapters

and then probably my current favorite bnha fic- although it fights with Apertum Mortem for that spot but that ones d a r k and not here-

41>family of the year by periiwren: EraserMic. “Hitoshi is done. Done with moving around every few months to a couple that will scrutinize him and eventually dump him right back where he started. Good thing he’s well past his strike limit now- at least he can stay in one place, be content to age out of the system and finish out his training with Aizawa. Maybe transfer into the hero course, maybe be a hero- but none of that was guaranteed. The only thing for sure was that he was going to stay in that center for the rest of his childhood. Or so he thought- because Aizawa Shouta and Yamada Hizashi have other plans.“ 24/? chapters. we’ve been informed that this one’s gonne be l o n g and im Very Grateful.

42>Here There Be Dragons by here_and_there: pre-ShinDeku. “Izuku looked at the small circle Aizawa had motioned to in front of them. "I won't fit," he whispered, thinking. He raised his hand, tentatively. Sighing, Aizawa grumbled, "What?" "I-I have a question. Actually, two." His teacher just stared at him, unimpressed. Izuku continued. "Can we activate our quirks before we step into the ring?" Aizawa looked up into the sky, muttering something Izuku didn't hear. "If you must." "O-Okay. Uh, second question. You said we have to stay inside the circle, right?" "Yes." The man looked disappointed, not only in Izuku but in himself for letting the kid speak. "Great. Uh... does that include tails?"“ 6/? chapters.

43>Another Option by sandersonsister: TodoBakuDeku, Touya/Hawks, Dabi/Hawks. Potentially Spoilery, depends on whether horikoshi has the guts to confirm Touya. this one is waiting around the corner with a baseball bat, its really cute, and then r e a l l y painful. it might be getting better though. maybe. it might be getting worse. “When Touya stops his mother from hurting Shouto, he decides enough is enough. He needs to get out of this house and he's taking his baby brother with him.“ 33/? chapters.

That's it i’m done for now, oof. maybe ill edit more onto this post later, maybe i’ll just make another one. hope some of these work!

#fic rec #bnha #mha #tododeku #todobakudeku #kiribaku #shinkami #shindeku #erasermic #To Be Continued

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devilrising · 5 years ago

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Fallen Draco, Pt. 11

This story is following a prompt set by @mymindsmadness

Summary: AU where Draco is a fallen angel, and the way he gets his wings back is by guiding Harry in defeating Voldemort, but it all goes wrong when Draco starts falling in love with Harry.

Word Count (Part 11): 3,692

Word Count (Total): 35,270

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Mentions of abuse/torture (non-graphic)

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17th April, 1998 (continued)

“What on earth do you mean by that?!” I scream before remembering once again that Harry can’t hear me. But Hermione can.

“What? Christ, what’s happened Draco?” She rushes from where she’s sitting under the tree, her notepad and pen forgotten. There’s a wild look in her eyes, like she’s going to go literally mad if I don’t tell her.

Swallowing drily I manage to whisper, “They’re in there, Hermione. They are actually in there, with dozens of guests.”

“Dozens…” Her voice is filled with fear. “Anyone recognisable?”

“Not to Harry,” I say. “Hold on, he’s speaking.”

“They are in the living room too, Draco. Another 30 at least.” Harry’s words cut off for a second, as he presumably looks around from the vent. “I don’t know any faces, but names could be another story.”

I relay that to Hermione, and she hurriedly grabs at the notepad and writes it down, still standing. “Should he progress, or do we want to utilise him here?” I ask, thinking that she will have a clearer head than me. But why should she? She’s his best friend, and I’m… what am I to him?

“Progress as usual, I think. Now we know it’s possible, he can always go back in,” she reasons. Nodding at the logic there, I ponder about how we’re going to instruct Harry. I share the concern aloud, before it hits me like a Bludger. Quickly stealing Hermione’s paper and pulling a quill from my pocket, I scribble the message. Squeezing my eyes shut and praying that this works, I telepathically send him mh memory of writing the words.

“Instructions received, continuing ahead as planned.” Harry’s voice instantly soothes me, and my hammering heart slows a little. He understood.

“He got the message,” I say out loud, happiness clear in my tone.

“Brilliant,” Hermione says on a sigh of relief. She carefully makes her way back to the tree, sliding down the bark and to the ground. Tapping the grass next to her, she beckons me to follow. I do as she says and make myself comfortable. I look at her for a second, wondering about the Golden Trio’s relationship. Harry is in the very centre of this war, the only person who can ultimately defeat the Dark Lord. Weasley and Hermione are off to the side, heroes only because they befriended him when they were eleven years old. They must be constantly worried about his well-being, as well as being concerned for their own. Because they are targets too. Get to either of them, get to Harry. And now I’m in the picture, not that I ever wasn’t. It’s just that now it’s the Dark side trying to get to me. And it’s also Harry keeping me safe. Another blow against both him and I in their minds. Another reason to take him down. It makes me all the more determined to not let any harm come to him.

“Draco?” Something is clutching my shoulder and shaking me, and my head snaps up. As my vision clears I see that it’s Hermione, her face slightly panicked. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I stumble. “Just thinking.”

“Whatever about? You looked murderous.”

“That’s… not important,” I reply. She does not need to know how deep my feelings are, regardless of the fact that she already knows that they exist.

“Harry, yeah?”

“Fucking Merlin!” I retort. She makes me want to pull my hair out sometimes at how observant she is. “How on earth could you know that?”

She ignores my cursing, but fixes me with an odd look. “I didn’t, not really. I do know however, that nothing between you two is ever simple.”

“And what is that meant to mean?”

“That for you both, it’s always all or nothing. And you are definitely not feeling nothing.”

“But Harry is…” I mutter beneath my breath. I instantly regret it as her eyes light up. That only happens when she is about to argue her point, and win. I refuse to give her the satisfaction, no matter that I kind of want her to win this one.

“That is where you’re wrong, Draco. And you know that, because I told you so ten minutes ago.” One of her hands threads through her hair, tugging at it in frustration. “Why do you never listen?”

“I do! I take your advice more than I probably should,” I confess.

“Not when it comes to Harry!” She sounds exasperated, like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

“Because it simply can’t be true,” I state, staring into her eyes so she sees my sincerity. “Nothing will ever happen, because it can’t. We are on other sides of this war.”

“You used to be,” she argues. “Not any more.”

“But no one else will know that. I will also be seen as the boy from the other side.”

“But you are not. Don't let anybody tell you otherwise Draco.” She pauses, allowing a fond expression to cross her features. “Besides, Harry’s never cared what others think about his choices.” With that, she sits back down and starts writing again. Sighing, I sit down too and wait for anything else Harry has to say.

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A couple of very long hours later, and Harry is Apparating back out of the wards and into the cover of the trees. I see him first and leap to my feet. My movement announces his arrival to Hermione, who jumps up as well. We both rush at the man who just infiltrated the Dark Lord and my father’s lair, all but clinging to him. Hermione gets the spot where his neck meets his shoulder, but I stop myself complaining because that means I can rest my arms on the slimmest part of his waist. His skin is hot beneath his shirt, and I desperately want my hands on his bare skin. But I don’t allow myself the temptation, and carefully step back. Hermione lets go a second later, a blush creeping up her face.

“Sorry, I just didn’t know if I’d see you again,” she whispers into his neck.

“Me either,” he confesses. His eyes flicker to me, an unreadable emotion carefully contained inside. My heart clenches, my palms growing sweaty. Harry looks like a god, even with his ruffled hair and his bloodied face. Bloodied face? I scan my eyes over him, trying to find where the red smudge has come from. Fixing them in a shallow cut on his cheek, I walk forward so I’m closer to him again. I reach my hand up and tentatively run my fingers over the cut. Harry visibly winces, his green eyes clouding over in what must be pain, and I hurriedly withdraw it. Harry’s face grows pink, and with his eyes still glossy he looks almost flustered. Ignoring the heat that is quick long pooling in my stomach, I drop my hand off his warm skin and step back again. I force my hands behind my back, grasping them firmly to stop them trying to reach for him again.

Hermione behind me tuts in annoyance, and I think I know why. I hear movement from where she is standing, and then she comes into view behind Harry. Her bushy hair sticks out from her head, obscured by Harry’s own. She moves forward so that she’s extremely close to him, and a trill of jealousy coils in my gut. She’s allowed to be so open with her affections, but if I make mine know he’ll surely reject them. I can’t allow myself to hope otherwise. Hermione turns his head and whispers something into Harry’s ear. His face instantly heats more than I previously thought possible, and he helplessly shakes his head. Hermione isn’t taking no for an answer, and spins him around to face her. She tries to murmur again, and again there’s a shake of a head. I stare at them, trying to figure out what they’re saying. But Hermione is clever, and has covered her mouth so I can’t lip read. This time when Harry moves, it’s a brief shrug of his shoulders. Hermione looks exasperated, but she drops it all the same.

“Tell us about what you heard,” she suggests as she takes out her notebook again and steps back around.

“How did you know I heard something else?” Harry demands with a soft chuckle.

“Yes, news of dozens of people inside the Manor is bad, but not bad enough to put that weight on your shoulders or that look in your eyes.” Hermione shakes her head, annoyed that she still needs to explain in herself in a situation like this.

Stories race through my mind of things my father used to tell me about the Manor as a child. At first, they seem irrelevant. Tales of the House Elves and the wards that keep evil people out. But then a particular one shows up, and I sharpen the memory as much as possible.

It’s night, and eight year old me is sitting on the leather sofa next to my father. Mother is out shopping for presents, as it’s nearly Christmas, leaving us alone in the house. He tells me about special spells that can eavesdrop on specified areas, ones that can capture the scene like a memory in a pensive or a muggle camera. He said that those spells would be incriminating evidence if anyone ever tried to hurt us. Now though, the memory of the conversation is startling and the meaning is very, very obvious.

“No!” I call out, all the authority I can muster put into my voice. It’s a command, not to be argued with. Harry instantly falls silent, Hermione’s pen slowing down as she finishes the note.

“What?” Harry asks, cutting straight to the point and turning curious eyes on me.

“I remembered something. We need to leave,” I say, conviction strong in my tone.

“Ok.” Hermione waves her wand and gathers all of her things, grabbing ahold of Harry and me. Before Harry can get a word out, she has Apparated us back to Grimmauld Place.

The sun is slanting through half-closed blinds, coating the drawing room in an orange glow. It feels almost eerie. Threatening in its accuracy to how we are all feeling.

“What the fuck happened there?!” Harry demanded, throwing his hands up but not stepping further away from Hermione and I.

I reach a hand out to him, placing it carefully on his shoulder. He visibly shudders, and I withdraw the hand. Halfway back to my side though, I’m flooded with confidence, and put it back. “My father told me something when I was about eight,” I begin. “Stories of the Manor and everything in it. About how safe we were there, as no one could touch us.” I pause, looking Harry dead in the eyes. “He spoke of special wards, detection spells. One of those spells is an eavesdropping spell.” I wait for the meaning to sink in, and watch as Harry’s face drains. “It is untraceable, and you would never know if it was activated.”

“You’re saying…” Hermione starts, “that someone could have been listening to us the whole time we were there.” It isn’t a question. She knows she’s right. I nod.

All the information we collected and discussed, just for someone else to hear it. They know what we know. And then the realisation fully hits me. Shit.

“We need to move. Now!” I nearly scream. Harry summons everything we just brought with us and grabs me. Hermione throws a hand over mine and I Apparate us away. We jump four times. The first three are just to get far enough away, but the last one is vital. I’m taking us to Rivington Woods.

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“Sorry,” I gasp out as I collapse to the ground. Leaves crunch beneath me and a stick digs into my back, but I’m too exhausted to move. I feel a shift in the air next to me, and watch as Harry lays down too. My eyes roam over him, double and then triple checking that he isn’t splinched. Then I turn around and look for Hermione. She is already walking around and setting up wards. She’s had a lot of practise.

“Let me explain,” I manage to say in a raspy whisper. Harry nods and reaches a hand to me as I turn back to face him. “If they heard everything,” I begin, “they would’ve heard Grimmauld be mentioned. That’s also where they took Mother from.” My heart clenches at the mention of my missing mother. We never found her at the Manor, and I can only hope she’s okay. “They know what we know, and can use it against us. They heard Rivington Woods mentioned, but I’m not sure Weasley is actually here, is he?”

Harry shakes his head. “It was part of a plot Hermione had. He’s actually in the Forest of Dean.”

I exhale in relief. “Well, they now also know for a fact that I am with you.” I feel my cheeks hurt. “Not- not with you, per se, just with you-”

“Draco.” Harry’s thumb rubs comfortingly over my hand. “I know what you mean,” he says. His skin is tinged slightly pink.

“When you guys have stopped talking, we still have more notes to write,” Hermione calls from somewhere behind me.

I rush to stand up and nearly fall over again as my vision spots. I throw a hand out to find something to hold onto, and it lands on something firm and warm. Once I have my balance back, I open my eyes and see my hand splayed across Harry’s chest. His head is cocked to the side, a smirk across his lips. I pull away instantly, blushing further. Notes. Right. Something to focus on that isn’t how strongly I’m being pulled towards Harry. Harry goes stiff, his posture shifting so that he’s standing straight. The only thing that gives away his dread is the caved-in shoulders, scrunching inward to protect his chest.

Harry’s mouth moves almost silently as he whispers something. I have no hope of understanding the barely-there whisper, and apparently neither does Hermione.

“Harry, you’ll need to speak up.” Hermione taps her pen impatiently against her notepad.

“Two weeks…” Harry murmurs, slightly louder. “Two weeks.” Again, firmer.

“Two weeks… until what?” Hermione asks, although the lack of shine in Harry’s eyes is enough for me to realise exactly what he is saying.

“Oh no.” Gasping, I sink to my knees on the cold, hard dirt. That’s not nearly enough time to prepare. My world is spinning around me, threatening to collapse in. Not only is my father getting closer to finding me, and no doubt torturing me to death, but also… this.

“Draco?” Harry whispers into my ear, afraid I’ll break. I think I might.

I shake my head and an arm wraps around my neck and waist. The skin is warm and solid, and soon I’m engulfed with comfort. Harry always knows what to do to make me feel better.

Relaxing into the touch, I manage to calm myself down and stand up again. Harry grins at me and I can’t bring myself to move his arms away from my skin.

“Can someone please tell me what just happened?” Hermione asks, clearly not keeping up with the realisation still fresh in my mind, regardless of Harry’s comforting presence.

“Two weeks until my father and his lord make a move.”

Hermione’s mouth drops open, her hand stilling halfway through a word. “What?!”

Harry nods solemnly, squeezes me, and then walks over to her. Air meets the warmth Harry’s skin left on me and goosebumps rise on my neck.

“Technically, it’s two weeks tomorrow. May second.”

“Did you hear any of the plan?” Hermione’s voice is called and disattached, back in work mode.

“No.” Harry shakes his head in annoyance. “I only know that it’s in the evening, in the Department of Mysteries.” Of course, the Unspeakables. It seems like months since I learnt of that idea. I guess no one wanted to change the goal, even knowing that I know it.

“So they’re going ahead with it then,” I say. “This is the plan they were trying to involve me in before I left.” Hermione nods at my little bit of context and jots it down.

Harry moves back to my side, so close our arms are nearly touching. “We need to inform the others,” he declares. “The second is very early May. We were preparing for about the tenth, so plans will need to be sped along.”

“You already have things organised?” I shouldn’t be surprised, not really. It is a war after all. It would be stupid not to be ready, especially when was able to give them some information. Still, I would’ve liked to have been aware.

“Sorry for not telling you Draco, it’s nothing personal.” Harry smiles a small smile at me, but I feel distant and unsure.

Nothing personal. This whole time, I have been growing steadily closer to Harry. Developing feelings I’ve never felt before, and here he goes saying it’s ‘nothing personal’. I take a step away and nod rapidly.

“Of course. Nothing personal, you did what you had to to prepare.”

“Draco?” Harry asks, hearing the coolness I’ve forced into my voice. “Are you alright?”

“Quite alright.” Turning around, I take a step away into the forest.

A hand on my wrist forces me to a halt. It’s too small to be Harry’s, meaning it’s Hermione who is currently preventing me from disappearing. Determined as always, I don’t turn to face her when she speaks.

“Draco, he doesn’t mean it like that.” Her voice is calm, reassuring. Exactly what I need but not what I want to hear. I would rather sink into the feeling of loneliness, at least that’s comforting.

“You know he doesn’t mean it like that.”

“Of course I don’t!” I snap as I whirl around. That seems to have got her attention. “I don’t know anything! Because he never fucking talks to me about anything irrelevant to the war or my ‘condition’,” I argue. And it’s true, I tell myself. The fact that we sit a bit too close to each other for friends, or that we use the disguise of being boyfriends whenever we’re out in public, aren’t important things. They can’t be, because Harry clearly doesn’t feel the way I do.

“Of course he does…” Hermione murmurs.

“Wait what?” I double take.

“Of course he feels the same way, Draco.”

“Did I say that out loud?” Idiot, clearly I did.

Hermione doesn’t move, just looks at me with eyes filled with curiosity.

A stick breaks behind me and I jump. Pivoting around, I’m met with sad, green eyes. Harry.

“You- you weren’t meant to hear that…” I utter.

Harry doesn’t say anything, just steps closer to me and pulls me towards him.

“Oh Draco,” he murmurs. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to put you through that.”

I tug myself out of his grasp. “You’re sorry that I like you?! That’s great Harry, just great.” I turn to seek Hermione, but see that she’s already vanished. Apparated off to her boyfriend probably.

“Draco!” Harry shouts after me. “That’s not what I meant at all you prat!”

“Then what the fuck did you mean by that?!” I spit. “How else could I possibly have taken that statement?!”

Harry walks closer and holds my upper arms to my body. “I like you, you absolute prick.” He stares right into my eyes, and I feel like the earth is going to swallow me.

“I like you, despite everything that this world has thrown at us.” Harry waves a hand at us, and I swallow hard. “Despite you being a fallen angel, despite your father and Voldemort trying to kill us, despite our less-than-great history. Draco, how could you ever think otherwise?”

“I don’t know…” I whisper.

Harry is so close to me my brain is melting and I’m no longer thinking straight. My gaze slides down to his lips for a split second before I pull them back to his eyes. They are sincere and filled with longing, and I don’t know how I managed not to realise. I shrug Harry’s hands off me so I can move, and throw myself at him. Our chests collide with a dull thud and I wrap my arms around his neck. Our faces are nearly touching, mine slightly higher than Harry’s. His eyes are even more green this close up, his glasses reflect me in the transparent and fragile lense. Harry shifts his arms so they are around my waist, and pulls me that last fraction closer.

When our lips finally meet, my eyes slide closed and I sigh heavily. We fit perfectly together. I slowly start to respond to his insistent kiss, marveling at how right this feels. How right we feel. Harry is the one that opens his mouth first, but I stop it there. Today is not the time to snog in a forest. He understands doesn’t try again, just allows his hands to rub circles on the small of my back. When we finally break apart, Harry is smiling a silly grin at me and I feel impossibly stupid.

“I’m so sorry that I’m so oblivious,” I say.

“You? Ron told me today that you like me. Right before we left for the Manor, actually.”

“Yeah. Well Hermione told me at the Manor!”

Harry shakes his head. “The fact that Ron, who hasn’t seen you at all while you’ve been here, had to tell me, means I was clearly the more oblivious.”

Sighing, I say, “Well, you are a Gryffindor.”

“And what exactly is that meant to mean?!” Harry asks with mock exasperation.

“Nothing,” I reply. “Just that Gryffindors are known to not be the brightest.” I allow a smirk to cross my face.

“Explain Hermione then, mister I-have-a-response-for-everything.”

“She is merely an exception.”

Harry scowls, and I’m overwhelmed with the desire to kiss it away. Remembering what just happened, I finally give in to something I want, and do just that.

***

A/N: I’m finally back with an update! This has only taken like three months... I will never abandon this, don’t worry, I was just hit with a bout of procrastination and writers block. So sorry for the (extremely) long wait. Love you all Xx

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ladynuwanda · 5 years ago

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Whatever Souls Are Made Of (Michael LangdonXMallory AU) - Prologue

A/N: This is my first Millory story, so I know from the get-go that most people will not be into it. But I hope the few of you that are will enjoy this AU! It’s been on my mind for a while and the more I thought about it, more it felt like a Mallory story, instead of Reader.

Warnings: None, I think. This is just the Prologue, I’m only setting the board. The actual game begins in Chapter 1. ;)

Word Count: 2,1K

It was 1801 when the Campbells, a young couple from London, looking for a place to start their lives together and a family, rented Thrushcross Grange in Yorkshire. This beautiful property’s landlord wasn’t exactly a person, it was more of an institution: Lady Robichaux’s School for Exceptional Young Women. And that’s probably what made the Grange affordable to the Campbells at all. The School held the reputation of a safe haven for young witches, those were said to be the descendants of the Avalon Coven, and the predominantly superstitious population of the countryside would rather not be associated with the sort.

But not Timothy Campbell and his wife Emily, in fact they were looking forward to establishing friendly relations with their exceptional new neighbours. That’s what took them from the Grange to the Heights, were the school manor rose from the moorlands, on an afternoon in December. They were greeted at the great wooden doors by a lady who was as unusual as she was warm. She introduced herself as Misty Day, Deputy Headmistress of the School, and welcomed them to the manor with an earnest embrace, instead of the polite curtsy they were used to receiving in London.

Misty’s sunny disposition stood out contrasting the morose atmosphere of the grey afternoon. The fact that she wore her hair down, letting her blonde curls flow down her back, instead of the up-do that was considered fashionable at the time, and wrapped herself in a colourful shawl made her look more like a proper High Priestess from Avalon than a Deputy Headmistress, and Timothy and Emily couldn’t help exchanging a glance, when she turned her back to lead them into the drawing room, and barely suppressing a giggle. This was even better than they had expected.

The two new tenants of Thrushcross Grange were introduced to Lady Mallory, Headmistress of the School and the Coven’s Supreme, who was waiting for them in the drawing room for the tea. Lady Mallory’s appearance wasn’t nearly as quaint as her colleague’s, but neither was it less surprising. She seemed remarkably young for her eminent position, almost girly, with delicate features like a fine ivory cameo. And unlike Miss Day’s wild locks, her honey-coloured hair was well coiffed and ornate with a golden headdress.

But that’s where the difference between Mallory and Misty ended, they were equally sweet and amiable. Mallory seemed clearly more reserved, but her gentle smile and pleasant manners made them feel as welcome as Misty’s embrace had. The small group chatted over tea and biscuits, about what would make a young and vivacious couple leave the agitated life in the Capital for the solitude of the Yorkshire moors. In turn the witches shared anecdotes of the many challenges of running a house full of adolescent, and uniquely gifted, ladies.

“Well, you must be doing a remarkable job teaching them manners...”, Timothy noted, “... you can barely tell there’s anyone else in the house at all.”

That was the first time they saw Misty’s almost permanent smile fail, she and Lady Mallory exchanged a look that seemed to bear a deep understanding between them, but was unreadable for the two guests. “They’ve gone home... for the Holidays. It’s just us two. And the Help.”, Misty smiled again making Timothy relax a little and forget what could have been a faux pas on him. But Emily couldn’t ignore the sadness in Lady Mallory’s eyes. Those big brown eyes, so bright and expressive, avoided meeting the others’ now, and seemed to be hiding a dark heartbreak that should never be seen by anyone else. Emily deliberately looked out the window, in an effort to stop herself from prying any further.

Emily’s jaw dropped at what she saw outside the window. What had been a grey afternoon was now violently white. A snowstorm had hit the Heights while they were having tea, and showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. It was evident that the witches couldn’t simply send the Campbells off into the storm, and the couple agreed to spend the night in the Manor. The group had supper together in the dining room, and Emily noticed the two witches seemed a lot more enthusiastic in discussing the remote past of the Coven, going all the way back to their ancestors in Avalon, than in talking about the recent past and their current students. Timothy was fascinated about the stories of the mysterious island, that had been hidden by their High Priestess behind a veil of mist, during the I Century.

Misty pleasantly accompanied them to one of the smaller rooms where one of the servants was preparing the fireplace to keep them warm for the night. Miss Day introduced him as Mr. Spencer, he was a very pale, with dark circles around his eyes and deep scars showing above the collar of his shirt, but otherwise good-looking young man. He was polite enough, saying he was retiring for the night but that the guests shouldn’t hesitate to call him up if they needed anything, but was the first person in the manor that didn’t seem very inclined to make friends with the new tenants.

Emily was at the window-sit in nothing but her undergarments and a blanket around her shoulders, while Timothy was arranging pillows in the small gap between the two single beds Mr. Spencer had pushed together for them. Now that the snowstorm was over, the cold night was crisp and clear, with the stars shining brightly in a moonless sky. “Tim darling, look what I found...”, she called her husband to join her at the window-sit, “... there’s graffiti on the windowsill!”. “What kind of graffiti?”, he was undressing too, getting ready to throw himself between the covers and call it the night, but indulged his wife’s wishes.

“Letters... probably initials. And little heart shapes... isn’t it lovely?”, she smiled at him.

“Well, look at that”, he joined her by the window, “how many generations of infatuated young witches do you think have defiles this windowsill?”

“A lot, apparently... look”, she pointed with her delicate index finger, “CG&MD... ZB&KS... M&M. Those two didn’t like surnames, I’m afraid.”

“I thought this school was only for girls...”, Timothy frowned, “there’s a Lord M Langdon, here...”

“... and Lady M Langdon”, Emily pointed at a finer writing beneath the first.

“Should we carve our initials there, too?”, he chuckled against the curve of her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“No! At least not until I know for sure those couples had a happy ending... this window could be cursed for all we know!”, she turned her face towards his, and lovingly kissed her husband’s lips.

But the peaceful quiet of the cold night was disturbed less than an hour later. Emily’s shrieks woke every living creature in the manor up, and it didn’t seem unlikely to wake some of the dead ones as well. A wide-eyed and white-faced Timothy holding a hysterical Emily met Misty and Lady Mallory on the landing of the second floor, both witches in their nightgowns and holding candlesticks. Misty was wrapped in another shawl, her hair wilder than ever, while Mallory’s honey locks were neatly plaited in one long braid falling over one of her shoulders. Mr. Spencer joined them moments later, climbing the staircase two steps at a time holding a huge bronze candleholder like a bat, the lit candle dangling dangerously from one end.

“There was a man!! Outside our window!! Just now!!”, Timothy shouted above his wife’s head.

“That’s not possible, Mr. Campbell... your bedroom is on the second floor...”, Misty began in her pacifying manners.

“I swear to God, Miss Day!! I saw him!! Clear as I see you know!!”, Timothy tried his best to stay in control of his emotions, while holding a shaking and wailing Emily against his chest.

“Is this man someone you know? Have you seem him before?”, Mr. Spencer’s voice was raspy, probably from lack of use.

“What? No!! Of course not!! What kind of question is that?”, fright was giving place to confusion in Timothy’s features, while Emily’s remained buried in her husband’s chest.

“What did the man look like?”, Lady Mallory’s voice sounded strangely undisturbed in the middle of all the commotion.

The three members of the household held their breaths while Timothy tried to recall any striking feature on that stranger’s face, and Emily cried out in renewed terror, remembering too. “He had long, golden hair... fine features... and blue eyes... I don’t know! He wore dark clothes, but there was something red too...”, Timothy’s eyes lit up with a memory, “... and he had rings! Large silver rings, I saw them when he slammed his hands against the window!!”. “He was knocking at your window? On the second floor?”, Misty still seemed more confused than worried, but Mallory had covered her own mouth with her hand while Timothy described the man.

“He wanted us to let him in!!”, Emily sobbed against her husband’s chest.

“That’s how he woke us up, to be honest... we heard the sound of his palms and fists against the window... Ssshh, it’s ok, he’s gone now, my love...”, he hastily added after a new cry from Emily.

“Long blonde hair... and blue eyes...”, Mr. Spencer looked at Lady Mallory who was still staring at Timothy, her eyes glistening with tears.

“And silver rings... you heard them.”, Mallory’s voice was still oddly calm.

“You don’t understand!!”, Emily turned around, her face now both scared and furious, “It was a tormented man!! He was striking the window repeatedly!! Screaming to be let in!! And his eyes... the agony in those eyes!! It burned into my soul!! It burned like the fires of Hell!!”

“Mal...”, Misty began but Mallory cut her out with a single look, and turned to the Campbells. “My deepest apologies. We offered you one of the smaller rooms to give you privacy, but I believe you would feel safer spending the night with Misty in one of the larger dormitories...”, she turned towards the servant, “... would you care to join them, Mr. Spencer? For extra protection?”. The servant nodded, but Misty couldn’t contain herself any longer “What about you? Why aren’t you joining us?”.

Instead of responding, Mallory simply walked towards the room the Campbells had just left vacant. Mr. Spencer opened his mouth to protest, but Misty beat him to it “Mallory! You can’t be serious! You’re not going to spend the night in there alone!”. “You keep our guests safe, Misty...”, the heaving of Mallory’s chest betrayed the carefully composed look on her face, “I’ll be fine. You know as well as I do that this ghost would do me no harm.”, with a final smile and a curtesy, she closed the bedroom door.

It was only after they were settled in one of the larger dormitories and Mr. Spencer had gone downstairs to pick up more firewood for its fireplace that Timothy gathered the courage to ask Misty the questions that were shouting in his brain. “Miss Day. That man we saw... you know him, don’t you?”, Misty didn’t say a word, but her eyes said it all. “Lady Mallory called him a ghost...”, it was Emily’s voice now, sounding weak after all the screaming, she looked at Misty her bright eyes wide with fear. Misty lowered her gaze, trying to laugh the situation off. Unsuccessfully.

“This is not a bedtime story you would like to hear, my friends...”, she slowly shook her head.

“Maybe not. But, with all due respect, Miss Day, I don’t think any of us will be able to get any more sleep tonight...”, it was Timothy’s time to try, and fail, to laugh it off, “... maybe if we knew who he was and what he wanted, we would be less haunted by what we saw.”

“Or you could be even more haunted, have you considered that?”, Misty’s tone was not unkind, but she seemed a little frightened herself.

“He showed himself to us, Miss Day...”, Emily’s words were almost a plea, “... we’re involved now, whether we like it or not. But I’d rather know what it is that I’m getting involved with.”

That settled it. With a deep breath, and a silent prayer to the White Witch for guidance, Misty Day braced herself to relive the ghosts of the past.

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theycallmemoosey · 5 years ago

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Welcome to Hogwarts (1/7)

Harry Potter x Teen Wolf AU

Chapter 1/7 (Chapter 2 Here)

Derek Hale x Reader

A/N: Guess who’s back!! This was requested by @drunklili and I really hope I have given it justice. I have poured everything into this because I am such a huge fan of both fandoms so this literally gave me life. I will be back to writing all my lined up requests and ideas soon, it has just taken some time for me to get back on my feet. I really really hope you enjoy my first series! Moose :)

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Standing in front of that legendary wall was terrifying, knowing that your whole future was right through that pathway to the greatest wizarding school in history.

“Go on, sweetheart, you’ll be ok” your dad stroked your back, sensing that you were nervous.

“Just run. You’ve seen others do it, right?” Your mother added, smiling lovingly.

“I just wish you could come through with me”

“We wish we could too…would it be easier if we said goodbye and left? So you could go alone now?”

“Maybe” you nodded, reaching up to hug your parents for the last time, waving them off as they climbed back up the steps to the cafe. Turning back around, you kept staring at the wall, trying to convince yourself to just run through it.

“Your parents can’t go through either?” A voice asked next to you, standing and staring at the wall just like you.

“No” you laughed, “This is my first time”

“Oh me too” she smiled. You turned to look at the girl, who appeared to be the same age as you, with a head of messy, curly hair, “I’m Hermione”

You shook her outstretched hand, “Y/N”

“So you’re muggle-born too?”

“Mu-muggle?” You laughed, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“Non magical people…so we are witches, obviously, and our parents are what we call muggles. We are muggle-born because we are the only witches in our family”

“You sure know a lot about this whole…thing” you chuckled, fiddling with a tag on one of your trunks, “I only found out about this last month! Since then I’ve been learning something new everyday”

“I read a lot” she matched your laugh, “Want to go in with me? I’ll sit with you on the train and tell you everything I know”

“That would be amazing” you smiled, your eyes flicking to her trolly full of her belongings, landing on a cage with a ginger cat, “Oh your cat is beautiful!”

“Thank you! His name is Crookshanks” she smiled proudly at her cat, “What pet did you buy?”

“I-I didn’t” you looked back at your trolly, noticing how empty it was, “My parents’ and I didn’t realise that we are allowed one until we left Diagon Alley. We completely overlooked it with the excitement of the whole…you know, ‘You’re a witch, Y/N’ thing”

“Maybe next year” she placed her hand on your arm in comfort, “Want to go through together?”

You gripped onto your trolly, “Let’s go”

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“So…what are the house names again?” You asked Hermione, having learnt half the history and general knowledge of Hogwarts before the train even set off.

“Gryffindor, house of bravery, loyalty and courage; Ravenclaw, the house of wisdom, intelligence and creativity; Hufflepuff, the house of dedication, patience and fairness and finally Slytherin, the house of ambition and determination. Although, arguably, Slytherins are known for-“

“Oh my god, finally! A near empty carriage!” A red-headed girl cried out when she looked into the compartment where you were sat with Hermione, “I hope you don’t mind but literally every compartment down this train is full or…have weird looking people in it”

“It’s ok” you laughed, offering the seat next to you, “I’m Y/N, this is Hermione”

“Lydia” she smiled back, placing her white Persian cat next to her, “So how long have you two-“

“SCOTT! HERE’S ONE!”

“Oh good” Lydia sighed, “Here they come”

A trio of boys stumbled into the carriage, taking their seats. A jet black haired boy with broad shoulders sat opposite you, smiling politely at you. You quickly looked over towards Hermione, who was blushing just as much as you.

“What are you three doing here?” Lydia huffed, crossing her arms.

“You know these guys?” Hermione asked.

“Hermione, Y/N, this is Scott” she pointed to the boy with dark, wavy hair before pointing to the boy opposite you, “That’s Derek”

“I’m Stiles” the third boy said, his cheeky smile making you giggle slightly.

“Nice to meet you guys” you smiled at them all individually before raising your eyebrows excitedly at Hermione.

“Jesus, Lydia, did you have to let Prada walk around the train freely?” Stiles pointed towards the white cat, who was scratching at the compartment door.

“She doesn’t like being confined in small spaces”

“So…” Hermione cleared the air, “How long have you guys known each other?”

“Well, Derek and Scott are brothers and we’ve all been friends with each other from at least third grade, which in this country is what they call…year 4?” Stiles explained.

“Longest 3 years of my life” Lydia groaned.

Lydia and Scott squabbled about their friendship while Scott started to get to know Hermione. You giggled and looked out the window, seeing Derek open his book from the corner of your eye.

“Have you always known you were…magic?” You blurted out, your eyes widening when you realised what you had done.

“Sorry?” Derek laughed, lowering his book.

“How long have you know that you were a wizard?”

“Well…ever since I can remember”

“Oh! Your parents are magic too?”

“Yours aren’t?”

“I’m what they call a muggle-blood” you stuttered, seeing him smile.

“Because that isn’t obvious enough”

“Excuse me?”

“Muggle-born. The phrase you’re looking for is muggle-born” he chuckled, “How much do you know about this world?”

“I know that I am a muggle-born and what a Hogwarts is”

“You’re in for a long 5 years” he smirked and leant back, going back to his book.

A small, bucktoothed boy slid the door open, stopping the loud chat of the compartment.

“Has anyone seen my toad?”

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“Oh my-“

“Hagrid!” A dark haired boy with glasses ran past you happily towards the giant, who was towering above half the year.

“Harry! Good to see ya!” He chuckled, “Right, first years! Follow me! Off to the boats”

“That’s Harry. He’s a legend in the wizarding world” Hermione explained as you stared in his direction, “I met him on the way here”

“Why is he a legend? He’s 11” Stiles pointed out, butting in between the two of you.

“He survived ‘You Know Who’”

“No I don’t know” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“You don’t know about the dark lord? The most evil Wizard in the world?”

“Funnily enough, no”

“It’s not a story for now” Lydia interrupted, “She’s just learnt she’s a wizard, we don’t want to worry her anymore”

“Alright kiddos, listen up!” Hagrid boomed, “Get into groups of 6. The boats will steer themselves but a couple of you will have to take the torches”

As Hagrid climbed into his boat, Scott offered Hermione his hand and helped her into the boat, shortly following her. Stiles clambered in behind his best friend, followed by Lydia, Harry, a chatty red head boy and a tall boy with a head of curly locks.

“Thanks, Scotty” Derek huffed, climbing into the next boat. You cleared your throat as you realised that you had been left alone on the docks.

“Want to sit with me? Seems like we’ve been left by the rest” Derek offered his hand, and you took it smiling.

“Thank you” You sat down next to Derek and passed the torch to him, “You nervous?”

“Nervous?”

“Yeah, about starting school? I mean…look at it!” You chuckled breathily, gesturing towards the towering castle.

“You’re telling me you’re not excited? You get to live in a castle and learn magic. That must be pretty exciting considering that not so long ago you thought you were a muggle”

“It’s terrifying” you whispered, feeling your heart race as you approached the place you would call home for the next 7 years.

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Having met back up with the rest of the gang, you were introduced to Harry, Ron and Issac, who Hermione had met on the train. The castle grounds were huge and you thought that you were dreaming. It was everything you could have imagined and more.

“God these stairs go on forever” Stiles whined behind you, making you giggle as the rest of the students chatted around you.

A woman with a tall, pointy had stood at the top of the staircase, with a warm sort of smile you would expect from your grandmother - firm, but caring.

“Welcome to Hogwarts” she proudly said, “Now, in a few moments you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But, before you can take your seats you must be sorted into your houses. Now while you are here, your house will be like your family”

“Trevor!” Neville randomly cried out, rushing towards the toad that was sat at the woman’s feet, making the rest of the crowd giggle, “Sorry”

“We’re ready for you now” she stated calmly, “Follow me”

You gulped as the crowd began to follow her.

“Calm down, you’ll be fine” Hermione said encouragingly, taking your hand.

“Let’s just hope we’re sorted into the same house”

The great hall was enormous and make your heart stop. Students were sat patiently at the longest dining tables you had seen in your life. And the candles - oh my god, the candles, were floating in mid air.

“The ceiling…” you whispered to Hermione.

“It’s not real” she explained, “It’s just bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History”

“Oh” you muttered, “Mind if I borrow that book sometime?”

“Is that a hat?” Stiles pointed out in front of you, “It’s a shabby old thing”

“He’s going to have the shock of his life” Derek chuckled with Scott. For a pure-blood wizard, Stiles wasn’t the most knowledgable about Hogwarts and it’s ways.

“Will you wait along here please?” The professor asked, the students in front of you gathering in a circle, “Now before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words”

“Who’s-“

“Headmaster” Scott whispered quietly to you.

Dumbledore stood and announced the start of term notices, going on about Forbidden Forests and corridors that would lead to a most painful death…what had you gotten yourself into?

“Now when I call your name,” the professor continued, “Come forth and I shall place the sorting hat on your head and you shall be sorted into your houses”

“Good luck, guys” Scott whispered.

“Hermione Granger”

Hermione gasped and released a long breath. You smiled and squeezed her hand before letting her go to the chair, hearing her mutter words of encouragement to herself.

“Mental that one,” Ron said, “I’m telling ya”

“Ok…GRYFFINDOR!” The sorting hat yelled, causing the table directly behind you to clap and cheer. Hermione jumped off the chair and smiled quickly at you before joining her new house.

“Drace Malfoy!”

“Y/N, if I can offer you one piece of advice, it would be to stay away from him” Lydia warned.

“What? Why?”

“Remember that story Stiles and Hermione tried to tell you earlier? Let’s just say that Draco is a huge fan of that story”

The hat hadn’t even been placed on his head before it was announced he was a Slytherin.

“Of course he was sorted into the house of the evils”

“The house of the what?” You turned back to Stiles

“Most of the witches and wizards that were in Slytherin would always turn out to become evil and work for the dark lord. It’s just tradition!”

“Ronald Weasley!”

“He’s a Weasley? Automatic Gryffindor” Scott joked, making the rest of you laugh when the sorting hat had announced that he was, in fact, a Gryffindor, shortly joined by Scott, Stiles and Derek.

“Lydia Martin!”

“See you on the other side!” You smiled, moving to stand next to Harry as Lydia confidently went towards the sorting hat.

“RAVENCLAW!”

“That was quick” Harry announced, “She must be really intelligent”

“Harry Potter!”

The room went silent as Harry’s name was announced.

“Go on, it’s ok” you tried to encourage him, pushing him up the steps gently. It took a while but he was finally sorted into Gryffindor, the entire house standing up to cheer. You were happy for him as he joined the rest of your newly made friends.

“Y/N Y/L/N”

You hurried up the steps, feeling your hands shake when you saw all eyes on you. Your friends at Gryffindor smiled at you and you sat down carefully, hoping and praying that you would soon be sat next to them.

“Mmm…ok…I see…” you heard the hat say, making your heart race faster, “A tricky one I must say…but I must go with my instinct and it says…”

“Come on Gryffindor, come on Gryffindor…” you thought to yourself, closing your eyes in hope.

“SLYTHERIN!”

Your eyes snapped open and your heart dropped, you saw the smiles fall off of the people you desperately wanted to be sat next to.

“Off you go, dear. It’s ok”

You slowly made your way to your new house, the rest of the students smiling and ushering you to your seat. You had been ushered opposite the one student you prayed you wouldn’t sit near.

“Y/N, right?”

“Right” you looked down at your hands.

“I’m Draco” he smiled, “You’re not nervous are you?”

“Would it be so wrong if I was?”

“What’s there to be nervous about? You’ve just been sorted into the best house in the school!”

“Right” you nodded sadly.

“I have a feeling we’re going to be great friends” Draco stated, before continuing watching the sorting ceremony.

You already wanted to go home.

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The feast was well under way and everyone was talking about their summer holidays and tucking into their endless plates of food. You, however, hadn’t eaten anything and you were already homesick. You looked over your shoulder at the rest of the gang talking and laughing. Lydia had already made a few friends in her house, talking with a girl with long, wavy, brown hair. You were happy for her, but part of you wished it was you.

“Hey, kiddo…everything ok?”

“Hm? Yeah, fine” you mumbled, picking up a spoonful of peas.

“Yeah you sure look it…” he chuckled, “What’s your name, kid?”

“Y/N”

“I’m Jackson. 3rd year”

“Nice to meet you” you shook his outstretched hand.

“Didn’t want to be a Slytherin then, huh?”

“What?” You said quickly, watching Jackson laugh to himself, “I never said that”

“Oh come on. I saw you look at your friends over there at Gryffindor. You wanted to be with them, right? Or were your parents in Gryffindor?”

“Oh, my parents didn’t come-they aren’t-“

“SHHH” Jackson quickly hushed you, looking around his shoulder before leaning in closer towards you, “Are you…muggle-born?”

“Yeah…why is that-“

“Listen, you can’t tell anyone, ok? At least, no one in the house. Slytherins are known for being pure-bloods”

“What are they?” You asked confused, looking around you to see if anyone was listening in on the conversation.

“You don’t know-how long have you know you were a witch?”

“About a month or so?”

“Oh kid” he laughed to himself, sitting back up, “Listen…tell no one. If anyone finds out, there will be consequences”

“What does that mean?”

“Just…trust me, kid. I know first had what some of these people will do to you if they find out you’re not….pure”

“You’re a-“

“Don’t say it out loud” he mumbled, taking a bite of roast chicken.

“You’re like me?”

“And you’re like me” he smiled, “Just stick with me, kid. We’ll make a fine team”

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“Am I late?” You rushed into the classroom, sliding in the seat next to Lydia.

“No, no you’re good. You look like rubbish though”

“Is it really that bad?” You looked at her wide-eyed.

“Um…why were you late?” Lydia tried to change the subject.

“I overslept. I couldn’t sleep last night”

“How come?”

“Nerves? Homesick? The fact that I’m in a house that might hurt me should they find out I’m not pure or whatever?”

“Who told you that?”

“A third-year…he said that I shouldn’t tell anyone that I’m muggle born or I might be in serious trouble”

“He’s right” Derek piped up from behind you, “Especially that Draco boy. If he asks, lie. Seriously, you don’t want him or his family to find out that you’re a muggle born”

“Noted” you breathed out, the class hushing around you as Professor McGonagall, you learnt her name as, walked into the classroom.

“Alright students, open your textbooks to page two and start the questions on the opposite page. Begin”

You huffed and turned the page, looking up momentarily before witnessing a fully grown woman shrink down to the size of a cat. Oh, no wait…a literal cat.

“What the…”

“Animagus” Lydia explained, “A wizard or witch that has the ability to transform into an animal. Apparently its a very difficult and dangerous spell to perfect. But you couldn’t expect any less from McGonagall. She’s incredible”

“You’re telling me” you laughed breathily, shaking your head and turning your attention from the cat sat on the desk at the front to your textbook.

You were shortly interrupted when Harry and Ron noisily ran into the classroom, walking at a fast pace and out of breath towards the front desk, muttering to each other. McGonagall lept from the desk in between the two of them and transformed back into her usual form.

“BLOODY HELL!”

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“You weren’t at dinner”

You looked up from the book you were reading, jumping at the sound of Jackson’s voice as you had thought you were alone in the common room.

“Not hungry” you shrugged, going back to reading your book.

“Liar” Jackson laughed, throwing a wrapped up sandwich onto your book.

“Thank you” you mumbled, placing the book next to you and unwrapping your dinner.

“This is the third day you haven’t eaten with us”

“And…?” You asked, a mouth full of food.

“It’s not healthy! You can’t isolate yourself for the rest of your time here”

“I can and I will”

“I know you’re scared and I know you don’t know half of what’s going on around you, but you can get through this”

“Scared? I’m terrified of talking to anybody in Slytherin. I barely get to see the rest of the guys I met on the train and my only true friend is a 3rd year. That’s kinda sad”

“Why don’t you try talking to someone then?”

“Didn’t you listen? I’m terrified of-“

“No, no I heard. But if anyone asks anything that may, you know, expose you…just lie”

“No way. If anyone found out I was lying, I would be in more trouble than I would be if they found out that I’m a mud-blood”

“A what?” Jackson’s tone sounded harsh and it made you flinch slightly.

“Mud-blood”

“Who taught you that?”

“I just heard it being mentioned around the others” you whimpered, fearing you had upset and offended Jackson.

“A mud-blood is a derogatory term for people like us. You can’t just throw that word around, Y/N”

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know”

“No, I know you didn’t. How could you have done?” He sighed, leaning back into the sofa opposite you, his eyes drifting over towards the entrance of the common room, “Here comes the rest of them. Try and talk to someone…make a friend”

“I have one”

“Someone your own age” Jackson winked, standing up quickly and heading up towards the dorms.

You sighed and picked your book back up, only to be interrupted once more by a boy you really could not be bothered to talk to.

“You weren’t at dinner again, Y/N. We’re beginning to think that you may not like us”

“No need to worry, Draco. Jackson brought me something back” you said, not looking up from your book.

“Jackson? As in Jackson Whittemore? The third year?”

“Yes, as in Jackson Whittemore”

“You want to stay away from him, Y/N. My father says that he’s a mud-blood” Draco chuckled, making you cringe, “He denies it of course, but there’s something up with him. I know it”

“He’s in Slytherin and he’s not a bully…maybe that’s what is confusing you” you smiled patronisingly at him before standing up and heading back to the dorm, but you paused when he spoke up once again.

“You really don’t help yourself, Y/L/N” he taunted, “I know you don’t have many friends around here. I see you on your own most of the time. Pansy tells me all about the ways she and the other girls tease you in the dorm. But when someone charming and willing to be your friend comes over to try and talk to you, you just push them away. I may have been joking earlier but maybe I was right….maybe you don’t like the rest of us”

“It’s….It’s not that I don’t like you” You answered, turning back to him, “It’s just that, I’m not like you”

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“HERMIONE!” You called out, running towards Hermione in the courtyard.

“Hey Y/N, everything alright?”

“I was wondering if you would be able to help me? I am so behind in potions class right now and I can’t get to grips with the homework Snape set us”

“I’d be happy to help you. We can go to the library just before dinner?”

“Oh, Hermione, you lifesaver thank you so much!” You squealed, squeezing her arm in gratitude.

“Honestly it’s not-“

“It’s LeviOOOOsa, not LeviosAAA” Ron mocked to the rest of the Gryffindor first years in front of the two of you, making Hermione pause mid-sentence, “She’s a bloody nightmare, I’m telling you”

“Hermione don’t-“ you started, but she had already picked up the pace and started to walk past the group of boys.

“It’s no wonder she hasn’t got any friends!”

Hermione budged past Ron, making the group of boys stop in front of you.

“I think she heard you” Harry stated plainly.

You huffed, “Now you’ve gone and done it, haven’t you. You and your big mouth”

“Come on, Y/N, I was only kidding”

“Yeah, well, funny joke, Ron. As you can see, everyone is laughing” you scolded, running off after Hermione.

You found her later in the girl's loos, hearing her sobs echo in the tiled room.

“Hermione?”

“Y/N? Is that you?”

“Yeah…yeah just me. You’ve had me worried sick all evening!” You laughed breathily, standing in front of the toilet cubicle door Hermione was behind, “Lydia saw you come in here earlier and told me you were crying…is this about Ron?”

“Of course it’s about that big headed, big mouthed idiot!” She burst out of the toilet cubicle angrily, her eyes were red and puffy with tears threatening to fall down her flushed cheeks.

“He doesn’t have a filter…sometimes he can’t help it. I’m sure he-“

“Of course he meant it, Y/N!”

“That’s not what I was going to say” you said sternly, “I was going to say that I’m sure he was only saying those things about you because he’s insecure about himself! I mean, think about it. He’s the fifth Weasely to come to Hogwarts and he obviously isn’t matching up to his brother’s standards. You’ve seen how humiliated he gets in classes, especially Snape’s”

“Snape has it out for everyone” she laughed in between her sniffles, a small smile creeping onto her face.

“Let’s be honest, Ron is just jealous that he gets picked on in class and that he can’t match how incredibly talented and smart you are. You know, for a muggle-born, you probably know more about the wizarding world than any pure blood there is”

Hermione giggled and wiped her nose with her robe, “Thank you, Y/N. Really”

You went in to hug her, “It’s just the truth”

“Y/N…”

“No, I mean it Hermione, it’s the plain honest truth and-“

“Y/N!”

The panic in her voice made you let go and turn around, only to come face to face with a giant, green and warty troll carrying what looked like a large log. You gasped and the two of you walked backwards until your backs hit the door of the toilets.

“Quick, in here” Hermione grabbed you and pulled you into the cubicle, shutting the door instantly. With a heavy swipe, the troll had broken the tops of the toilet cubicles, causing you and Hermione to scream loudly.

“Y/N? HERMIONE?” You heard Scott call out, the door to the girls’ loos slamming loudly.

“MOVE!” Harry ordered, rushing towards the troll as the two of you crawled underneath the toilet cubicles.

“HEY! PEABRAIN!” Ron called out as they were chucking the splinters of wood towards the troll.

“Peabrain? Really, Ron?” Stiles snarked, Derek looking at him with wide eyes.

“Stiles, in case you haven’t noticed, there’s a great big troll there!”

“And he’s coming towards us!!” Scott yelled, hurling another splinter of wood at the troll.

In a blind panic, the log hit one of the ceramic tiles above where you and Hermione had decided to hide, causing the pipes to burst and a cloud of dust to make you both cough.

“HELP!” Hermione cried out.

Harry rushed forward and grabbed onto the end of the log, crying out when the troll had lifted him 6ft in the air, making him land on the troll’s shoulders. Harry stuck his wand into the nose of the troll quickly, trying to cause a distraction to let you and Hermione scurry away out of danger.

“Ewwww” Ron and Stiles said in unison.

“Scott, help Harry!” Derek ordered, rushing to help you and Hermione out from underneath the sinks.

“WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!” Scott pointed his wand at the log that the troll had started to swing at Harry, causing it to float directly above his head. It dropped and instantly knocked the troll out, Ron and Stiles rushing to get Harry out of the way before he was crushed.

“Is it…dead?” Stiles asked cluelessly.

“I don’t think so…just knocked out” Harry breathed out heavily.

“Are you two ok?” Scott asked, concern in his voice.

“Fine,” you both said in unison.

“OH!” McGonagall cried when she had rushed into the entrance, followed by Professor Snape and Professor Quirrell, “EXPLAIN YOURSELVES! ALL OF YOU!”

“Well, uhhh, you see” the boys stuttered.

“It’s my fault, Mrs. McGonagall” Hermione announced, causing the rest of you to turn and stare at her bewildered, “I went looking for the troll. I’ve read about them and thought I would be able to handle it. If they hadn’t found me, I probably would have been dead”

“Be that as it will, it was an extremely foolish thing to do” McGonagall scorned, “I would have expected better from you, especially you Miss Granger. Five points from Gryffindor for your serious lack of judgement. As for you boys…”

“We promise we didn’t mean any harm!”

“Be quiet, Mr. Stilinski! I hope you realise how fortunate you all are. Not many first-year students are lucky enough to tackle a troll and live to tell the tale. 5 points to Gryffindor. Each! For sheer darn luck!”

“Pardon me, Professor but…Y/N…she helped too” Derek pointed out, making you blush.

“So I see. 5 points to Slytherin too. Now all of you, head back to the common rooms and explain to your prefects why you are late!”

All of you stumbled away, talking quietly amongst yourselves about the battle with the troll. You lingered at the back, joined by Hermione.

“You alright?” She asked.

“You didn’t have to take all the blame. I was there just as much as you were. And why lie? You didn’t go looking for the troll!”

“It was easier than explaining why Ron has such a big mouth”

The two of you laughed, but were shortly interrupted by Derek as you approached the corridor where the two houses would part ways, “Y/N, can I speak to you for a second?”

“Sure. I’ll see you tomorrow?” You asked Hermione, who smiled and nodded before joining the rest of them, “You didn’t have to ask McGonagall for the points for me”

“You deserved them just as much as the rest of us” he smiled, “You sure you’re ok? Lydia told us you went to go and speak to Hermione after seeing her cry. What was wrong?”

“Oh, just Ron being Ron. You know what he’s like” you laughed, “In fact, I think I might just…you know...trouble always seems to follow those two”

“Harry and Ron?”

“Those are the culprits”

“I think that’s a good idea. I’m not sure Scott or Stiles would agree, but I think you’re right”

“I’m going to head back. I can’t imagine how many questions I’m going to be bombarded with when I get back to the dorm”

“How is the dorm?” Derek queried, also having noticed you weren’t going to any of the feasts recently.

“I mean…it’s a dorm. Girls are mean. Boys are mean. People are just generally mean. Doesn’t help I’m in the house of the mean”

“Do you really see it that way?”

“Doesn’t everybody else?”

“I guess so. I’m not sure why, but I feel like I was always destined to be a Slytherin”

“Is that so?”

“It is so” he smiled, a small silence passing between the two of you, “Well, goodnight, Y/N”

You smiled and waved as Derek went on his way back to the dorms, “Goodnight Derek”

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The sound of cheers echoed across the school grounds as the quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin was in play. You promised Harry you would go and watch him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to spend any more time with the horrible girls that would tease you. You found yourself perched underneath the largest oak tree in the grounds, right in the middle of one of the castle’s many courtyards. Everyone was at the match, so you were surprised when a voice pulled you away from the book you were reading.

“Thought I would find you here”

“Why aren’t you at the match, Derek?”

“I could ask you the same thing” He laughed, taking a seat next to you against the tree, “What you reading there?”

“Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them”

“Oh yeah? Any good?” He grabbed the book from your hands and flipped it over, inspecting the cover.

“It’s interesting…never knew there were so many magical creatures”

“You muggle” he laughed, making you slap his arm in offence, “I’m kidding. It’s a lot to take in for someone who’s not known about the wizarding world for long. You’re doing well”

“I wouldn’t say I was doing well”

“You kidding me? You’ve already mastered some spells that took me years to learn!” He said, giving you back the book and leaning against the tree with his arms crossed, closing his eyes as he took in the midday sun, “I would say you’re doing exceptionally well”

“Thought you would be at the match this afternoon? Harry’s playing” you broke the momentary silence.

“I’m not a fan of sports. Never have been. My brother on the other hand? He wants to play quidditch professionally. He loves it”

“He must be pretty jealous Harry got on the team first then, huh?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe” he chuckled, looking at you from the corner of his eye, “I saw Jackson Whittemore was playing this afternoon”

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“I always see you two together. At the dinner table, between classes and during free time. I thought something was going on between you two”

“Awww you jealous?!” You teased.

“As if!” He exclaimed, “I just thought-“

“Well, you thought wrong. We just get on and he’s really the only nice one to me in the house”

“The only one?” He said, surprise in his voice.

“Well, I mean…Draco is nice to me. Not that I want him to be”

“Oh, he definitely has something for you”

“Ew gross” you shuddered, “Never going to happen”

“W-w-what are you t-t-two doing?” The voice of Professor Quirrell made both of you jump, “Why are you not at the qu-qu-quidditch match?”

“Sorry, Professor, I didn’t realise we had to go” you apologised quickly, closing your book and standing up.

“Hurry b-b-b-back to your dorms now before someone else f-f-finds you here and you get in w-w-worse trouble”

“But Professor, other students aren’t at the match”

“Are you arguing w-w-w-with me?!” Quirrell raised his eyebrows.

“No, not exactly, but I just feel that you are being rather unfair and-“

“D-D-D-DETENTION!”

“WHAT? What for?!” Derek shouted.

“Derek, leave it. Don’t argue with-“

“F-F-For both of you!”

“Hang on, she didn’t do anything!” Derek argued, following Quirrell who had already started to make his way back to wherever he came from.

“Derek! Just…just leave it. It may be detention but it will beat having to hang around in the house”

Derek sighed, still looking in the direction Quirrell went.

“You ok, Derek?”

“Fine…fine…I just feel like something is…off with him”

“He’s just got a stutter”

“Mmm…” Derek hummed, turning back round to you, “Want to go and play a game of Wizard’s chess?”

“Sure” you smiled, following him to the great hall.

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“Derek? What are you doing here?”

“Of course you two are here” Derek laughed, noticing Harry and Ron stood outside Hagrid’s house, “And of course you managed to drag Hermione into this too”

“Y/N?” Hermione and Draco said in unison after seeing you emerge from behind Derek.

“Hey”

“Ok, I have to admit, I am the ONE person I thought would not be caught dead in detention, but yet, here I am. What are you all here for?”

“Out of bed after hours” Ron explained, leaning in slightly towards you and Derek, “Draco the snake over there ratted us out”

“What were you doing?”

“We were seeing Hagrid. We had to ask him about something he said and-“

“Alright then, let’s head into the forest” Hagrid announced, fixing up his crossbow.

“The forest?! Students aren’t allowed to go in there!” Draco exclaimed, sounding more worried than ever, “And there are werewolves in there!”

“Ah there’s more than werewolves in those trees, Malfoy” Derek teased.

“That’s enough from you, Derek” Hagrid warned, “Let’s go”

The group of you followed Hagrid into the dark shadows of the forbidden forest, accompanied by Fang, Hagrid’s slobbery dog. You all stopped suddenly when Hagrid spotted a pool of liquid shining in the moonlight.

“What is that?” Harry asked inquisitively.

“See that?” Hagrid asked, showing the tips of his fingers covered in the mysterious liquid, “That is unicorn blood, that it. This one has been hurt bad by sumfin. So…it’s our job to find the poor beast. So, Ron and Hermione, you’ll join me. Harry and Derek, you go with Fang. Malfoy and Y/N, I’m afraid you two are on your own”

“Fine by me” Draco smiled at you, making you cringe slightly.

“Stay safe” Derek whispered as you and Malfoy passed them, heading off into the unknown.

“I’ll have my father informed about this. This is servants work!” Draco moaned.

“I’m sure you will, Malfoy”

“How ironic that we were put together, Y/N. I finally feel like I can get to know you”

“There isn’t much to know about me, Malfoy”

“How many times? Call me Draco”

“Again, Draco…there really isn’t much to know about me”

“You’re so quiet and shy. I only ever see you nose deep in a book”

“I enjoy reading. Beats sitting around doing nothing” you grunted, climbing down a steep collection of rocks.

“You don’t have very many friends…why is that?” He asked, making you sigh in frustration.

“Honestly? No one in the house likes me. All the girls tease me and-“

“They’re just joking” he interrupted.

“Well, it’s not very funny”

“You hang out with that Jackson guy a lot…in the third year is it?”

“You certainly ask a lot of questions, don’t you Draco?” You huffed at him.

A moment of stunned silence passed before you heard Derek shout for help.

“DEREK!” You shouted, running towards the sound of his voice, eventually bumping into him at full speed.

The both of you groaned, Derek offering his hand to help you up, “You alright?”

“I-I’m fine. What was wrong?” You asked with panic in your voice, looking behind you to see Draco panting.

“It’s Harry. We found the unicorn”

“Harry’s in danger?!”

The three of you ran towards where Derek and Harry had found the unicorn.

“Woah” you breathed out when you came to a halt, seeing Harry talk with a centaur, of all things.

“HARRY!” Hermione called out from behind you, Fang having led them to where they were. The centaur galloped off and Harry turned back around, seeing the anxious faces of the rest of you.

“Are you alright, Harry?”

“Fine…I’m fine”

“Well…I suppose it’s time we headed back to the school now, hey kids”

“You don’t say” Draco huffed, already storming back towards the castle grounds.

“You sure you’re ok?” Derek asked, hanging at the back with you.

“Yeah, just a little shaken that’s all. How are you doing?”

“I’ll live”

“For now at least” you joked, making Derek laugh quietly.

“Let’s just…not get into detention again, agreed?”

“Agreed”

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“Y/N! It’s been forever!!” Lydia slid into the bench opposite you, Prada walking across the table freely.

“Lydia! How are you?” You smiled at her, “Prada still claustrophobic?”

“Always. She’s been a nightmare. I might just leave her at home next term. How are you? Made any other friends in the house yet?”

“Friends? No. Enemies? Perhaps”

“Oh, Y/N” Lydia stroked your hair, “You can always come and find me or any of the boys during free time”

“I don’t want to be a burden”

“Oh don’t be silly, I miss talking to you!”

“What about you?” You quickly changed the subject, “Any new friends?”

“Of course. From the first day! In fact, here she is now” Lydia pointed to the doors of the great hall where the girl with long brown hair you saw sitting next to Lydia on the first day was.

“Lydia, you left Prada’s bowl by your bed”

“Thank you so much!” Lydia smiled, “Y/N, this is Allison”

“Hi, nice to meet you” she greeted you, sitting down next to you, “Slytherin?”

“And you’re a Ravenclaw” you smiled tight-lipped, “What time does the train leave tonight?”

“6 I think…can we sit in the same compartment?” Lydia begged.

“Oh, I-I promised Hermione that we would travel together. We live pretty close to each other so we’re going to-“

“I’m sure there will be room for more than 2 people. We’ll come and find you later”

“Sounds like a plan” you gave up, “It was nice to meet you, Allison. I’ll see you later?”

“See you later” she waved, following Lydia and Prada.

You spotted Hermione talk to Ron and Harry and decided to join them, “Hey guys”

“Hey Y/N” Harry greeted, Ron grunting after him as he was focusing on the wizard's chess game.

“Are you two not going home?” You asked the boys, noticing that they didn’t have any of their things with them.

“Mum and Dad changed their plans. They’re going to visit my brother Charlie in Romania”

“Is that the dragon training brother?” Hermione piped up.

“That’s the one”

“What about you Harry?” You asked him.

“My uncle and aunt don’t want me back” he sighed, commanding a chess piece to move.

“You’re welcome to stay with me, Harry. Same for you, Ron. My parents’ wouldn’t mind”

“Thank you, Y/N, but we don’t want to be any trouble”

“Where are the others?” You asked, searching the hall for Stiles, Scott and Derek.

“Stiles left a couple days ago, his dad wanted to take him away for the holidays and I think Scott and Derek have already gone to the station”

“Oh” you sighed, wanting to have wished them goodbye before you left for a month.

“Hey, do you want to go?” Hermione prompted you, pulling a hat over her head.

“Sure” you nodded.

“Remember, the restricted section” Hermione raised her eyebrows before heading off towards the door.

“Oh, Harry…” you started, before leaning down to whisper in his ear.

Harry smiled gleefully, “Bishop to D6 - checkmate”

“NOT FAIR!” Ron groaned, folding his arms in a sulk.

You laughed, “Merry Christmas guys”

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Months had passed since you left the castle for Christmas. You returned, meeting the same old group on the train and laughing about your Christmases and awful presents you all got from various old family members. The next few terms went a lot better since the last term. You think Draco had asked the girls to stop teasing you, as they would try and get along with you instead. Behind their bullish facade, a lot of them were just normal girls that had normal interests. You got along well with a girl named Astoria in particular.

Harry, Ron and Hermione ended up going on a huge adventure and they all ended up coming back from the depths of the castle with cuts and bruises. Harry was even hospitalised. They never told you what it was that happened, but as long as they were safe, you weren’t too worried about the whole story. However, it was to your surprise that Professor Quirrell disappeared suddenly one night. Many of the girls theorised that the man had driven himself mad and he walked straight off the cliff. You didn’t believe them, but you did agree with Derek’s earlier prediction. Something wasn’t quite right about that man.

It had come to the end of the year, and it was evident that Slytherin had won the house cup, so the house had a pre-ceremony party in the common room beforehand.

“Y/N!” Jackson called out, “You came!”

“Astoria dragged me here, although she’s over there with Blaise…” you pointed to where Blaise and Astoria were sat on one of the sofas, chatting away about god knows what.

“I’m glad you’ve made another friend other than a stinky third year”

“Well I didn’t want to say anything” you teased, making him push you lightly.

“Go and socialise and I’ll see you in the great hall for dinner” he smiled.

He kept his promise and slid into the bench next to you when the time came. The banners were Slytherin green and silver and the feast was twice as tremendous as usual. When Dumbledore announced the houses’ positions, your eyes flickered over to the Gryffindor table. Much to your dismay, your group of friends loomed more than disappointed. Stiles, in particular, looked to be having a strop right next to a fed up looking Derek. However, Dumbledore announced the final points for Harry, Ron, Hermione, and much to everybody’s surprise, Neville Longbottom. You couldn’t show it, because god knows the bullying you would receive as a result, but you were beyond happy for your friends. Draco caught the small smile on your face and breathed heavily, catching your attention and making your smile drop immediately.

“I know they’re your friends or whatever, Y/L/N” Draco hissed under his breath to make sure that you were the only one who could here him, “But at least try to act like you belong here”

You gasped a little bit and looked down, feeling Jackson’s hand on your lower back in comfort. When the house cup was awarded to Gryffindor, the rest of the houses celebrated and threw their hats in the air. You wanted to celebrate, god knows you wanted to celebrate, but you knew you couldn’t.

“You can be happy for them, you know. Don’t feel like you can’t” Jackson whispered in your ear.

You smiled and nodded subtly in agreement.

“LET THE FEAST BEGIN!” Dumbledore announced, and the houses began to eat their food greedily. You looked up from your plate and saw Lydia, who smiled politely at you before going back to her conversation with Allison. Your eyes then flickered over to Gryffindor, where the rest of them were all chatting happily. Derek made eye contact and smiled, winking at you quickly. You blushed and waved slightly, much to the annoyance of Draco.

School had ended for summer and you rushed out of the Slytherin dorms to meet the rest of your friends at the station.

“Y/N!” Lydia cried out dramatically in true Lydia fashion, “We were beginning to think you would never come”

“Are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss getting in a compartment with you crazy people for the world” you smiled.

You all clambered on the train and squeezed into the compartment. The sound of Stiles going on about how his owl had ruined all his term papers drowned out as you watched Hogwarts slowly become smaller and smaller as you left the station slowly.

Sure, this year may not have been the best year it could have been and it certainly wasn’t the year you were expecting to have, but you wouldn’t have changed it for the world, and you couldn’t wait to come back next year.

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Hello my name is Angst Goblin and I'm here to share some OoTP HP crossover AU pain because I am thinking about it and hurting? First, like, if Geno had been good-hearted and generally upstanding for most of his time at Hogwarts, he'd probably have to see/do WAY TOO MUCH bad shit just to prove he was committed to being a Death Eater and the communicates with Sid and the Order by having his parents direct the magically encrypted letters back and forth but it's not having Sid there to (1/9)

to comfort him in bed when the memories of screams get too loud or to rub between his shoulders when he feels so sick with what he's done to try and end the war that he can't keep his food down. Whenever Geno can sneak away, it's basically an official Order thing that everyone makes their best home-cooked meals and brings pictures of their kids if they have any and it's everyone trying so hard to bring a little bit of warmth to him. And he'll always be glued to Sid. And I can totally (2/9)

picture Harry being invited at some point and asking Geno like... how are you a Slytherin cause after talking to you for a good hour it's kind of hard to see??? And Geno jokes "Is because you never see me play quidditch," but after some laughs things get a little quiet and he admits that he wants people to be able to live a life where they're safe and free, his eyes linger on Sid softly when he says he doesn't like bullies, and then finishes up by saying that he'd kill every last Death (3/9)

Eater tomorrow without blinking an eye if the timing was right (with this taking place before Voldemort decided to get real sick and start getting to accept the Dark Mark because Geno draws the line at kids). And kind of a separate idea, but within the same scheme of things: while all the arrests of Voldemort's followers are going down the first time, Ovi very quietly informs the Order (sans Nicky) that with the intel they have, any number of the illegal dark arts-related possessions from (4/9)

his grandfather's estate, and his notorious family history, he could get into Azkaban, actually manage to get something out of the imprisoned Death Eaters on how they could possibly try and bring Voldemort back or who was still working with them that had evaded capture, stuff like that, and the bare majority of the Order was in favor of it, so they got everything ready and planted the evidence for the arrest and was like "ok Ovi ready when you are," and he's like, "yeah give me a day." (5/9)

So, once Nicky is freed from making statements and testimonies in front of the Wizengamot, Ovi whisks him off, and they apparate just outside of Moscow to get a late lunch at this really good traditional place Alex knows, and then they kinda just walk around town and Ovi buys Nicky flowers and Nicky thinks it's a little odd, but Merlin knows things have been so fucked up so if Ovi wants to take him to Moscow and buy him flowers, for now, he's not gonna say anything. And then they go to (6/9)

Ovi's house (ahem, mansion) and Alex shows Nicky all of the most interesting (but SAFE) relics that his family has collected, cooks dinner for the two of them, and gets a slow record playing on the gramophone ( "Love on the Brain" by Rihanna came on while I was writing this and now I can't stop thinking about it) with his hands on Nicky's waist, chin resting on top of his head before Nicky finally asks what's up. "Love you so much, Nicky. One day, we can be safe and happy, and that's all (7/9)

I want, so I'm asking your permission to hope for that, for us." One of his hands is in his pocket, holding the family ring. He's barely three syllables into, "Will you marry me, Nicklas Backstrom?" when Nicky's whispering "yes yes yes yes yes," and kissing him and Alex is sure that he'll survive Azkaban if can remember this. Cut to either 1996 or 1997, when the Order is gathering because holy shit there was a breakout but really all anyone is trying to do immediately is cast shield charms (8/9)

because Alex is back!!! and Nicky is very silently but obviously livid and everyone’s waiting for curses. Ovi admits that not telling Nicky was wrong because that's not how the two of them do shit EVER, and that he gets if Nicky doesn't want them to be a thing and Sid's in the background *COUGH* nicky'sbeenwearingtheengagementringthisentiretime *COUGH* and Nicky just furiously hugs him like, "I wouldn't be this fucking mad if I wasn't in love with you." (9/9) AAAH SHIT I'M SORRY

WHY ARE YOU APOLOGIZING??? THIS IS AMAZING AND I WANT MORE???? THIS IS SO GOOD HOLY COW????? i bEG

also post-war where Ovi becomes a teacher and students are genuninly afraid of him at first because they heard rumors that during the war, this guy went undercover in Azkaban as a prisoner and CAME OUT IN ONE PIECE. But then Professor Ovechkin is the silliest, nicest Slytherin these babs have ever met. It’s only during the lesson on dementors that a kid asked what Ovi’s happiest memory is.

And he kind of hops back on he table, rubbing his wedding ring, and he says “I propose to my husband before I go undercover, and I remember his face, you know? When I come back, he so angry that I didn’t tell him. But he was still wearing the ring.”

So pretty much every student in the class go AWWWWWWWW

Additionally, everyone knows that the Potions professor and the Head of Slytherin House, Evgeni Malkin, is a tough motherfucker as well. He’s a nice enough guy, from an old, wealthy pureblood family that eventually fought against Voldemort in the war; he will sit down with you if you’re a homesick first-year, loves talking about his husband, who is one of those higher-ups at the Ministry--who supposedly has Veela blood, but no one’s actually ever seen him in person--and their three kids. He not only seems to take care of his own House, but will help lost Hufflepuffs find their way back to their dorms. The paintings near the Hufflepuff dorms greet him with familiarity, saying, “How’s the kids, Geno?”

The students ask him, “How do you know them so well?” And Professor Malkin will get a sappy look and say, “My husband Hufflepuff. Visit him a lot when we both in Hogwarts and kept trying to get Hufflepuff door to open, but just get sprayed with vinegar when password not right.”

It’s no surprise that the Hufflepuff kids readily adopt Professor Malkin and will gladly greet him when they pass him in the corridors, asking him if he’s coming to the Quidditch games, and asking who he’s cheering for.

“Professor Ovechkin kill me if I’m not cheer for Slytherin. But husband might make me sleep on couch if I’m not cheer for Hufflepuff.” Professor Malkin says. He shows up at the game with two scarfs--one green and the other yellow, and students giggle as they see Professor Ovechkin roll his eyes.

The schools whispers that he went undercover as a Death Eater, back in the day, that he’s seen Voldemort and he’d managed to become one of the few trusted individuals in the Dark Lord’s circle, fooling everyone by pretending to be a double agent for Voldemort with how often he kept going back to the Ministry. But Professor Malkin never talks about it, and especially not when students ask.

#hp crossover au #sidgeno #nicky/ovi #this is love #ask bee

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Somebody Like You 12/12

Fandom: Victoria, Vicbourne

Characters: Queen Victoria, Lord Melbourne, Emma Portman, Dash, Nancy Skerrett, Charles Francatelli, Prince Albert, Prince Ernest, Duchess of Kent/Victoria’s mom, Robert Peel, various other characters from the show & real life, and new characters created for the story.

Rating: PG

Summary: Modern day teacher AU. Victoria is a young English teacher facing her first year of full time work. After making friends with the staff, she comes to rely on William Melbourne, the head of History department, and the teacher across the hall for advice and wisdom as their departments work closely together with the senior class. As the two grow close feelings start to emerge which complicates various parts of their lives. Will they act on their feelings or choose to do what each thinks is best? Title from the Keith Urban song.

Ch. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Author’s Note: I've loved writing this story and a bit sad that this is the final chapter. It's the longest chapter too and I'm very happy with how this turned out and thanks for all the likes. :)

Chapter 12

The students had done a wonderful job with the "Beauty and the Beast" theme for the senior prom. Victoria admired how the room looked like a ballroom and the fancy looking decorations. In a way prom always did remind Victoria of those dances she would watch in those period dramas. She smoothed out her blue dress that was new and one she picked out specifically for tonight. It had taken her so long to get ready and make sure she looked perfect. The plan she made and speech she practiced in her head were ready to go. William now needed to get here.

Nancy came over to Victoria holding Charles' hand. The students all were so happy to see them together and the couple had become a favorite of the staff too, as many were wondering when they'd get married. Victoria had wondered if they were doing something similar with her and her Lord M.

"You both look adorable." Victoria said and Emma standing next to her agreed.

"Thank you." Nancy said with a blush.

Charles kissed her on the cheek. "We couldn't be happier."

"Have you seen William yet?" Victoria asked.

"Not yet." Nancy said.

"But speak of the devil." Charles then pointed behind them.

Victoria turned around and her breath caught as she saw William in a new suit. He looked so handsome and her stomach fluttered as she locked eyes with him and that slight smile came over his face. It made her smile go even wider as he came near and slowly his smile matched hers.

When he reached her the distance they had these past few weeks made it seem like they were meeting for the first time again, but with more nerves. "Hello Victoria."

"Hi William." She replied and then noticed the plastic carton he was holding. "Is that for me?"

"Yes." He said almost shyly as he opened the container and brought out the corsage. It was another white flower but larger this time with a blue wrist band. "If I can just..." He started.

"Sure." She gave him her hand which he gently took and placed the corsage on her wrist. "It's beautiful."

"It's a gardenia." He replied still holding her hand in his and she loved feeling his touch.

"It smells so wonderful too. Thank you William." She then squeezed his hand and her heart soared when he squeezed back and stared into her eyes.

"William, you should take her to dance." Emma said, jolting them out of their trance.

Both laughed when they realized they forgotten everyone else. "Yes, I want to dance with you." She added.

"Then I can't refuse." William replied and then still handing hands he took her to the dance floor.

They were quiet at first as they started dancing. It wasn't just nerves over what to say, but they wanted to relish in being close again. This wasn't going as she planned but so far this was better being in his arms again.

William spoke first. "I'm so sorry Victoria. I never should have made you feel that way."

"It's ok. It took me a while to understand but I do now." She looked up into his eyes, even with her heels he was still so much taller than her.

Relief hit his face and his smile came back. "I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you too." She said it with so much feeling she thought her heart would burst. "I love you William and I know you've been scared, as was I, but I'm not going anywhere. I would never do that to you or Kaitlin. I've never felt this way about anyone and I want you to be my family."

William looked down into her eyes and she saw what she had been hoping to see for so long. "I love you too Victoria. I never thought I would feel this way again and then you showed up and changed everything. I was so wrong to push you away when I need you more than anything."

He then placed his hands to cup her face and gently leaned down to kiss her. When their lips met Victoria felt a happiness she had never known and pulled him closer to deepen it, running her fingers in his dark curls. This felt right and the way things were supposed to be.

People whistled and talking got them to separate finally as they again forgot they were in front of all the students, colleges, and their boss. However, everyone seemed to be ok with it, even Peel. Victoria realized most of them probably knew what had been going on this whole time. They both laughed as William brought her close to dance again.

This time it was a fast song and she laughed when he twirled her. Then when she got closer again he whispered in her ear. "Kaitlin is staying at Emma's tonight." He paused as she took the meaning in and her stomach flipped again. "Come home with me."

She leaned back to look in his face and stare at him seeing his desire in those green eyes. Smiling she kissed him again in confirmation.

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Sunlight filtered in the next morning as William slowly opened his eyes. Looking at his alarm clock he saw it was only 6 am and he usually slept in till 8 on the weekends. But noticing the corsage on the nightstand memories came rushing back of the night before and he remembered why he woke up so happy and relaxed. He turned on his side and found Victoria still asleep. Se looked so peaceful and comfortable in his bed and he settled his head back on his arm to watch her.

Victoria was absolutely beautiful at the prom. The dress she wore brought out her eyes, which he was glad his corsage matched like he was hoping. He was afraid she wouldn't forgive him or accept him, and was so glad to see he had nothing to be afraid of. She was his now in every way. Kissing her had been like a revelation and realizing it was always her he was supposed to be with. Then making love last night proved it even more.

Of course he had been with other women after Caro, but he hadn't expected this. It wasn't just sex but something more. With Victoria they were expressing how much they loved each other and nothing had ever felt so perfect.

When she finally opened her eyes and looked at him her smile freed up something in his heart. He realized this was how it was going to be from now on with her waking up with him every morning like it should be, and his smile grew wide.

"Hi." She said quietly.

He reached out his free hand and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Good morning my love."

"Good morning." She replied and sighed as he stroked her arm. "Was last night real?"

He laughed lightly. "I sure hope so."

She giggled. "It feels so much like a dream."

"A very good dream." He then kissed her neck as his hand went around her back.

"I don't want this to end." He hands now went into his hair and his shoulder.

He looked into her eyes. "It won't."

"You promise?" She asked with a smile.

"If you don't mind me being an old man." He teased.

"Never." She giggled again and leaned closer. "And you're not old."

"I promise." He replied. "Now let me show you I mean it."

Victoria laughed again and brought him closer as they kissed.

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Two Years Later

"Kaitlin, your food is getting cold!"

"I'll be down in a bit Mom!" Kaitlin yelled from upstairs.

Victoria shook her head but in an amused way. It was Kaitlin's first day of high school and the girl was properly nervous trying to find the best outfit. It would be different now with her daughter attending the same school her parents taught at but they would get more familiar with it as it went on. If anything William was more worried about the boys at school now.

It was also still amazing how Kaitlin quickly adapted to her father and Victoria's relationship. Her and Kaitlin had always gotten along and Victoria did feel very close with the girl, almost as if she was her own child. William brought up the idea after their engagement of Victoria adopting Kaitlin and Victoria admitted she had already been thinking of it. The girl needed a mother just as much as William need a wife, and Victoria needed them both.

Victoria never realized she could be this happy. William was everything to her and the three of them were a family, well four when you count Dash who was so excited to move into the Melbourne house with it's large rooms and yard to run in. Ever since she first visited the house it felt like home and now it was.

People did question their relationship saying he was too old and had too much bagged, or she was too young and needed someone her own age, but every day felt like they were proving those naysayers wrongs. Her family came around including Albert and Ernest who found their own girlfriends, the latter with Harriet which still surprised everyone. Uncle Leo took some time to get used to William, but Charlotte helped to persuade him as they reminded her of when she and Leo were first together. Addie only wanted Victoria's happiness and even Marie came to accept it and was now visiting more often and having a better relationship with Victoria.

Their co-workers were some of the easiest to congratulate the couple. It did turn out that some had been taking bets. Emma of course was overjoyed, and Nancy and Charles joked of a double wedding. But they only recently got married themselves in Italy. Peel even seemed in better spirits now waiting for whenever William decided to retire to take over as history head. The students also loved the match as they both were now very popular and favorite teachers. And it was still wonderful to hear them call her Mrs. Melbourne.

Looking down at her rings Victoria remembered their wedding. It was a small one but all their friends and family were there. Her now husband looked so handsome in his tux and she wore a flower crown atop her head with flowers from his garden. He still brought her flowers all the time and would surprise her still somehow with them. His latest bouquet was on the table where he was eating breakfast.

"Don't worry my love, she'll be down when she's ready." William smiled and gestured towards her usual chair for her to sit down.

She did and started to eat while Dash begged. "At least we don't have to worry about him being a teenager for awhile."

"Quite right." William chuckled. "You've still got a ways to go before that my boy." He made a face and a high pitched giggled came from across the table.

Their son Eddie was picking up his little cereal bites and eating it but now was laughing at his father's funny faces. At 14 months old he was able to eat a little bit on his own and start to talk somewhat. His blue eyes were so much like Victoria's but he still looked so much like his father with those dark curls.

She still remembered when she told William about the pregnancy. They hadn't been married that long and yet it happened. Tears streamed down his face then as he never thought he'd get a chance to find love and be a father again. Pregnancy did scare Victoria as some of her family had had complications or couldn't have children, but William was always there to calm her and ease her fears. She didn't know how she would've handled it without him. Kaitlin was ecstatic too to have another sibling and helped out as much as she could.

When Eddie was born William was so overjoyed he broke down in sobs while holding his son. It caused Victoria and even the doctors and nurses to get emotional. He brought their son to Victoria and then holding their baby they created she never experienced a feeling of such love before and the miracle of it all. They named him Edward after her father and she hoped her dad and August were smiling on them all.

Kaitlin finally came down to the kitchen all dressed and even was wearing makeup. It still shocked both Victoria and William how much older she looked and how tall she was. She passed Victoria's height by almost half a foot now. Kaitlin's long, dark hair and striking green eyes made her beautiful and she was growing up so fast. It made Victoria wonder about what she was going to say next.

After Kaitlin sat and started to eat Victoria straightened up. "Now I know it's a big day for us all with Kaitlin's first day of high school, Eddie and Dash going to stay with aunt Addie, and us back to work, but I have some news."

William and Kaitlin both looked at her surprised while Eddie was now distracted watching Dash. "Is something the matter?" Her husband asked.

"On the contrary, it's very good." She couldn't help the smile that came over her face. "Let's just say I'm going to need a substitute while I got on leave again in about 6 to 7 months."

"Does that mean?" William couldn't even finish his question as his eyes went wide and mouth dropped open.

"You're having another baby?" Kaitlin asked at the same time.

Now Victoria couldn't help but laugh. "Yes, I'm pregnant again."

William got up from his chair and so did Victoria as she knew he would take her I his arms. He did a hugged her close. Then he cupped her head in his hands as his eyes filled with tears again. "You have no idea how happy you've made me." He then kissed her.

"We're going to have a baby sister Eddie!" Kaitlin said to her little brother.

Both Victoria and William laughed. "We don't know yet." He replied

"But I have a feeling she might be right." Victoria added. "I've always wanted a little girl named Elizabeth."

William smiled and then placed his hand gently on her stomach. "Our little princess Elizabeth."

"That sounds wonderful." Victoria now couldn't help but tear up too.

William looked back into her eyes and his arms went around her waist. "I love you so much."

"I love you too and our family, and I can't wait to see what our future holds." They both smiled and kissed again thankful for everything they had.

#vicbourne #vicbournefic #queen victoria #lord melbourne #fanfic #my fics #writing #emma portman #nancy skerrett #charles francatelli #skerrettelli #dash #Prince Albert #prince ernest #harriet sutherland #harriet x ernest #robert peel

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