#p: bellatrix

[scorpiotrait]

wrapping up gen 5 with a family photo shoot 💕

from left to right: Narcissa, Orion, Taryn, Jonquil, Bellatrix, and Indigo

[deadddoves]

What are Bellatrix, Cassandra and Narcissa’s birth dates in your head cannon ? (I’m a Scorpio who relates a bit to Narcissa sometimes lmao)

Straight up cannot remember the actual dates off hand BUT we had this whole discussion on the discord about their signs and their compatibility so:

Bellatrix is in October and is a Scorpio Narcissa is in December and is a Sagittarius Cassandra is in February and is an Aquarius

I also have their compatibility pinned in the discord so for shits and giggles here you go lol:

CISSATRIX "Scorpio will see their Sagittarius partner as a ray of light that suddenly makes their life brighter and better, while Sagittarius will see that there is so much to learn and enjoy the depth of their Scorpio partner, followed by emotional attachment. In time, there is a strong chance they will slowly lose interest in one another, especially the mutable sign of Sagittarius for their fixed Scorpio partner. Even though their relationship might end on bad terms, it would be a shame not to give in to it and let it fascinate and exalt both of them for however long."

NARSSANDRA "A relationship between a Sagittarius and an Aquarius partner might seem like a same sex friendship to other people and whatever they might think of this, this is the type of relationship both of these partners might need. They will get together when it is time for both of them to go through a change in their lives or leave a partner they feel restricted with. Their relationship is often a shiny beacon to everyone around them because it gives priority to the future and brings hope of a better time."

CASSATRIX "Someone might say that this is a karmic relationship, that these partners were enemies in one of their previous lives and that they could fight until one of them falls dead. This would be a bit extreme though. The truth is, Scorpio is the sign of Uranus’ exaltation and as such, it adores Aquarius in a way. In most cases, Scorpio partner will show their affection obsessively, but this might actually feel good for Aquarius. When we look at the sign of Aquarius, we will see that it exalts Neptune, the ruler of a Water sign of Pisces, and all of our assumptions on their lack of emotionality will drown in their ultimate love. The fact is they are both in a way outcasts and rebels. While Scorpio represents all of our emotions we don’t want to deal with, Aquarius represents the way of thinking most of us are not ready for. It is best to look at them as announcers of change, for this is exactly what they will bring into each other’s lives."

[tadaxii-i]

The Black family

Spirit Halloween

[crimson-chains]

The boar is contained now at least! Bellatrix on guard at the carriage! P:

[sevilynne]

bro was literally "grieving" for like 16 years and abused her child and every other student in his damn class

you're fuckin mental

Anon, we're all adults here, no need to hide.

And yet we don't talk about how other professors did to children, I don't see you talking about Minerva doing more horrible things to Neville hmmm....

Point: It's normal in the Wizarding World to torment children, we don't comment on stuff like:

— Minerva leaving Neville out of the common room when there's a mass murderer outside.

— Minerva trying to humiliate Neville that he will never transfigure a teapot.

— Hagrid disfiguring and making fun of a kid's appearance.

— Pince hexing Ginny and Harry's things.

— And Mr. Stutter.

Minerva has favourites just like Severus and it's actually worse.

— Bending the 'First Years Aren't Allowed Having Their Own Broomsticks' rule for Harry.

— Sending Harry and the trio to Hagrid (Oh she knew OP, if Neville did that, Neville would serve detention with her.)

"Why are you bending this thing to Minerva?"

Because you are making excuses to hate on Severus, and never care about the fucked up shit that Minerva did (Because you're a fucked up shit too.)

And why not blame Dumbledore for hiring shitty staff lmao? This is completely normal for them and I'm not happy about it but I'm living.

And Neville was a sensitive child, Remus's fear isn't the literal moon, so is Ron having his boggart as a literal spider, Parvati having a mummy, and Seamus with a banshee. Neville can't have fears from Barty or Bellatrix because he never received them himself. Yet I don't see you commenting on them, hmmmm?

Yes, he was grieving for several years because his life is so fucked up no one loved him but her. And Lily was a horrible friend who laughed at him while he was being SA'd and defended his tormentors.

"He didn't wear trousers." It's literal culture in the Wizarding World not to wear trousers, James knew what he was doing and he wasn't probably even wearing trousers either.

Grieving is completely normal, it's like losing your sister who loved and took care of you, and I don't see you commenting on Sirius grieving James for twelve years and would've grieved more if he was alive.

Lastly, he's a fictional arse character ☠️ I can like anyone just like how Mstans can like the Marauders. :P

I feel so bad for the innocent Mstans who has done nothing wrong to be included into your mental help club of 1970s gay wizards.

Sure he bullied kids, but compared to other professors who never been abused and act the complete same as him? He's better ngl.

And the grieving one? Have you never grieved or are you emotionless? ☠️

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Me & The Devil P.2 🌘| Harry Potter Imagine

takes place during HBP & DH1

Part 1 here Final Part | HP Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Black!Sister reader x HP characters (platonic), Severus Snape x reader (platonic/semi-romantic)

Content Warnings: death, violence, profanity, angst, slight cannon divergence, mentions of torture and blood, set during the book timeline of the 1990s | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 6k

Requested yes/no

Premise: A dark storm is brewing over Hogwarts. The return of Voldemort and his Death Eaters spark unease in the Golden Trio. For a certain member of the Noble House of Black, she takes on a new role of double agent with the partnership between her and a certain Hogwarts professor. Will she survive the ordeal and get her freedom when it's all over? The odds are slim when acting as a loyal servant and hunted by aurors.

Note: Snape is 37 in this like the books and reader is 31. Part 3 will be the final chapter to this miniseries but I have no idea when it will be posted. Hope y’all like this one! Also near the end the final scenes are inspired by Wanda in MOM so yeah that belongs to Marvel

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Months went by. Waiting. Scheming. Y/n felt her mind deteriorate by the day. Between Bellatrix’s constant complaints of Draco’s failures and Narcissa’s moping, Y/n spent most of her time in the attic of Malfoy Manor. Hidden away to perfect her spells and create new ones. She even managed to successfully become an animagus. 

A black crow.

How fitting.

At times Y/n found herself sitting in front of the window. Especially when it rained. The lightning in the distance, the crisp air filling the attic walls. Lost in her thoughts, Y/n would caress the silver jewelry laid on her left ring finger. 

Once a month she’d receive a letter from Severus, unbeknownst to the others, detailing Draco’s attempts and all the times Snape’s had to cover for him. As part of their deal to keep quiet of the others' disloyalty and motives behind actions, Snape agreed to update her on Draco and keep the Order off Y/n’s trail. For Y/n’s side of the bargain, she agreed to deflect suspicion on him from their fellow Death Eaters. Specifically her sisters.

And what better way to do that then in holy matrimony.

“You want to get married?” she scoffed, placing her wine glass on the coaster. Having left with her sisters following the unbreakable vow, Y/n returned later that night after Severus sent an owl. Sitting in the same leather chair from before, “You humor me.”

“I can assure you I am everything but comical, Y/n,” he drawled, standing by the fireplace. The sound of wood crackling filled the room. “This is not an arrangement I suggest lightly.”

Seeing how serious he was, Y/n’s demeanor changed. “Wow,” her tone lowered, finger raising to tap her lips. Unable to read her mind since she was a gifted Occulmens like himself, Snape was left to wonder what Y/n was thinking. Truth be told the woman was more impressed than shocked by his proposal. “I think that’s the first time I’ve been rendered speechless, Severus.” Standing, Y/n grabbed her glass and approached the man. “You truly believe this would work? Proposing a marriage between us….” she trailed, glancing at the fire briefly, “is intriguing. Tell me more.”

Snape’s expression remained the same, “It is simply a matter of convenience.” No need to sugar coat it, “We want to keep our secrets hidden. So long as you can assure your sisters stay off my back…..I’ll make sure the Order stays off yours. We play the part of a happy married couple when operating business with the Dark Lord, and I will do everything in my power to get your freedom when this all ends.” 

Y/n liked what she was hearing. The more she thought about it, the more engrossed she became. Marrying Snape wasn’t ideal--as the concept itself she did not care for--but Y/n could not deny the idea made her curious. Plus Severus was handsome, a talented wizard, and obviously, he knew her motives for following Voldemort. What her end goal was. She needed to keep him close. 

“I think I’ll find playing the part of a smitten wife will be rather easy,” she rasped, stepping closer to Snape so their chests were nearly touching. Walking her fingertips up the length of his arm, Y/n leaned closer to Snape which ignited a sharp breath from the man. She smelled of expensive perfume. Their closeness allowed him to see how her eyes turned from their usual coldness to something more lustful. Almost sinister. His reaction made her smirk, “Confident you can manage the same….husband?” 

Now, almost a year later, the two managed to successfully keep their union hidden from the Order. All while any suspicion the Death Eaters had of Snape seemed to disappear. Bellatrix, initially furious and doubtful of their ‘relationship’, soon began to trust him. Still, the witch grimaced each time the pair greeted the other with an affectionate kiss. Or when Y/n took claim to Snape’s lap during meetings. An action which surprised the man himself in the beginning.

Each letter Severus sent was met with one in return, however Y/n was careful to only send her owl in the late hours of the night. When her family was sound asleep. Signing the parchment with only her initials, but instead of B as the ending initial it was S. She’d never admit it aloud, but Y/n felt a sense of comfort with Severus. There was an overwhelming amount of hate in her heart, but the pinch of sanity left in her soul connected to him. Which is not a surprise. He is, of course, the only person who can relate to her. 

Neither would call it love. Y/n possessed no love. And Snape lost his when Lily died. They had mutual respect and care for each other as their partnership grew. Finding the other’s presence calm despite the world around them going to shit. 

The news of Draco’s success in connecting the two cabinets came from Bellatrix’s glee, the woman bursting into the attic with a loud, “It’s time, sister.” Reluctantly, Y/n trailed Bellatrix to Knockturn Alley, where they met several of their associates. 

Dark clouds painted the sky. Thunder rumbling. It set the tone of the evening. 

Y/n stayed stoic the entire journey. Hating every minute, yet doing nothing to escape. Where could she even go? The mark on her arm prevented her from doing so. Until Voldemort was defeated, the only way for her to stay alive was to continue the act of a loyal servant. 

Draco was gone when the group breached the cabinet in a cloud of black smoke. The boy rushed to find Dumbledore and complete his task. He found the man on the observation deck of the Astronomy Tower. Unaware his longtime rival, Harry Potter, was below him, watching the scene play out. 

The others arrived to witness Draco complete the task, however, in the end Snape was the one to administer the curse. And so the greatest wizard in history fell from the sky. 

Y/n kept her eyes on Severus the entire time. Watching his reaction. When he went through with the unthinkable, Y/n wasted no time in rushing to his side. Cupping his face, she noticed the dissociative expression Snape wore. Mind processing what he had done. “Severus,” he didn’t respond, making her shake his shoulders, “look at me.” Finally he meets her eye and the woman matches his anxious demeanor. “We have to go. Now.” 

Clutching his robe, the two push Draco in the direction of the Death Eaters. Bellatrix’s maniacal laughter rings as she shoots a spell into the sky to bring forth the Dark Lord’s symbol in the clouds. Not long after the tower was surrounded by members of the Order, ensuing a battle between the groups. Y/n tried to avoid dueling as much as possible. Not wanting to harm anyone, especially the kids in the school. 

Cutting the corner after dodging a spell from her niece Nymphadora, Y/n spotted the wretched Fenrir Greyback attacking a man she didn’t recognize. Judging by the wild red hair he possessed, she assumed it was a Weasley. Greyback’s back was toward her, unaware she stood behind him. From the looks of it, the redhead was losing the fight. 

Not sure what came over her at that moment, Y/n raised her wand and shouted, “Stupefy!” The werewolf was flung into the wall behind him, falling unconscious. 

“Bill!” a voice screamed, Y/n turning to see a young woman running to where the Weasley laid. Bloodied and knocked out. Fluer dropped beside him, sobbing at the state of her fiance. She glanced up to see Y/n, immediately becoming frozen with fear while pleading with her to help. “Y-you--H-he’s been--.”

Cursing to herself, Y/n approached the two. “He wasn’t bit,” adjusting her dress skirt, she grabbed the cuffs of Bill’s jacket and gestured for Fluer to help. Together they moved him to a concealed area away from the battle. “He’s been scratched.” Having studied werewolves while in school, the woman was well educated on the subject. Muttering a healing spell, Y/n attempted to at least stop the bleeding, however, she knew the extent of his injuries were serious. “Nevertheless, the wounds are cursed. They’ll scar.” 

Fluer watched her carefully, “W-why are you helping us?” Y/n gave no answer, instead casting a final healing spell before standing up to leave. In her peripheral vision, she noticed movement from Greyback, and sent a second stun his way to keep him unconscious. She always hated him, so it gave her great pleasure to pu thim down. 

Truth be told Y/n didn’t know why she helped the injured Weasley. It would have best suited her to get the hell out of there and let whatever outcome happen. Whether that be Greyback killing the man or Bill successfully overpowering the werewolf. But instead, she cursed her associate. Saving the life of ‘the enemy’. 

Several agonizing minutes passed before Y/n managed to escape the tower. At Snape’s order, she ran deep into the forest until she was far enough to apparate. Back at the manor she was immediately questioned by her sister.

“Is Draco okay,” Narcissa grabbed Y/n’s wrist to stop her from escaping to the attic. Eyes glossy with tears, “Did he--.”

“Your son is fine, Narcissa,” she roughly pulled away. “You have my husband to thank for that--he finished the job.” There was immediate relief from Narcissa, exhaling the breath she had been holding. Y/n went straight to the liquor cabinent, taking a glass and pouring a generous amount before downing it. She then refilled the glass, offering it to her sister without a word. Once Narcissa took it Y/n kept the bottle for herself, saying nothing more as she made her way to the attic. 

It wasn’t long before the others arrived. Y/n heard Narcissa’s cry of relief upon seeing Draco. Bellatrix was busy scolding Greyback--something that brought a smile to her face. Other murmurs were made out, but hard to identify with all the noise. Moments later she heard the fast approaching sound of footsteps nearing her door. Jolting from her bed with her wand raised at whoever was about to breach it. Only when it was revealed to be Severus did Y/n lower her guard, rolling her eyes, “What have I told you about--.”

Snape slammed the door shut, muttering a silencing charm which caused Y/n to raise her brow. “We need to talk.” Her guarded expression returned, but Snape beat her before she could question him. “I know you stunned the werewolf to save Weasley.” All movement from the woment seized, frozen in shock.

“How do you know--.”

“I saw you with Miss. Delacour, Y/n,” Snape peers down at her with visible frustration. “Why would you risk such a thing? If you had been caught--.”

“But I wasn’t, Severus,” she interrupts, eyes flicking to the door in fear someone was listening, but then she remembered the spell he cast. “I was careful. You should know better than to underestimate me. And to answer your question….” she turned away from him, hands on her hips as she turned her focus to the woods beyond her window. “I don’t know what possessed me to do what I did--It just happened. Maybe it’s the fact the Weasley’s are distant family. Or because I fucking hate Greyback.” She throws her hands up in defeat,  “Or I want the Order to have all its members to better their chances at winning this damn war. Maybe…” her hands fall back to her sides, “deep down there’s some humanity left in me.” The words were so low it was barely a whisper. Y/n shook her head, the speck of softness replaced with disinterest. 

“Whatever it was,” turning back to him, Y/n narrows her eyes in warning. “It’s no longer our concern. Dumbledore is dead, you killed him.” footsteps echo against the wood as she approaches Snape, noticing his expression change at the mention of the headmaster. “He will be plotting his next move. We need to remain focused--I expect his attention will be on us more now given the circumstances.” 

Snape knows she’s right. Killing Albus only shined a spotlight on him, and in turn on Y/n. He was now labeled public enemy #1 in the eyes of the Order. Voldemort himself will likely turn to Snape. They will have to up their game, continuing the act of a happy couple. Well happy as one can be in the middle of a war. 

That summer was endless torture following the Headmaster’s death. Y/n not only had to deal with Voldemort growing stronger, but also the return of Lucius from Azkaban. It did bring the witch great joy to see the dark circles beneath his eyes and matted hair. One year in prison did a number on him. 

Lucky for Lucius it was only one year. Had it been 15 like Y/n, he’d surely gone mad. Thankfully the two rarely saw each other. Not long after his release following Dumbledore’s death Y/n moved into Severus' home. Only returning to the mansion when necessary. 

At every Death Eater meeting Y/n had to fight yawning with how bored she was, keeping her expression blank even when addressed by Voldermort from time to time. The man wasn’t blind. Well aware the youngest Black was not as forthcoming with her praises to him like Bellatrix. Never voicing her opinions, while also keeping any objections to herself like a smart person would do. He never fully trusted her. Even though she was married to one of his most trusted advisors, something in the back of his mind told Voldemort she’d be the first to turn on him. Without proof, Voldemort kept a close eye.

The meeting tonight was just like any other. Seated at the massive dining table in Malfoy Manor, Voldemort at the head while the Black’s and Malfoy’s flanked to the right. Y/n seated beside Draco, far from her sisters. Very telling of her attitude towards them.

Severus was the last to arrive, dark cloak tailing behind him. His entrance caught everyone’s attention, while his was on his colleague hanging in the air. Muggle studies professor Charity Burbage. The wounds on her body indicated she had been subjected to torture. 

“Severus,” Voldemort greeted, “I was beginning to worry you had lost your way. Come. We’ve saved you a seat.” The headmaster took claim to the only free chair at the table, bidding a look to his wife, to which she slightly shook her head. Silently saying, “I had no part in this.”

Voldemort then said, “Do you bring news, I trust?”

“It will happen Saturday next, at nightfall.”

“I’ve heard differently, my Lord,” Yaxley interrupted at the other end of the table, then proceeds to say he believes Harry will be moved at the end of the month. The 30th of July. The day before his 17th birthday.

“This is a false trail,” Snape insists. “The auror office no longer plays any part in the protection of Harry Potter. “Those closest to him believe we have infiltrated the ministry.”

The Death Eater seated beside Y/n laughed, “Well, they got that right aren’t they.” Several at the table joined in the laughter. The youngest Black’s expression was tight, plastered with annoyance. 

“What’s say you, Pius?” Voldemort addresses the man seated at the opposite head of the table. 

Nagini curled herself next to the chair as he answered, “One hears many things, my Lord. Whether the truth is among them is not clear.” Voldemort chuckles.

“Spoken like a true politician. You will, I think, prove most useful, Pius.” The Death Eater appears pleased by the compliment. Voldemort turns back to Snape, “Where will he be taken, the boy?”

“To a safe house. Most likely the home of someone in the Order. I’m told it’s been given every manner of protection possible, once there it will be impractical to attack him.”

Suddenly the conversation is interrupted by Bellatrix. “My Lord, I’d like to volunteer myself for this task.” She leans against the table, voice dropping, “I want to kill the boy.”

“Of course you would,” Y/n thinks to herself, holding back the urge to roll her eyes. Frankly she found her sister to be stupid to ask such a thing. Considering Voldemort mentions his desire to kill Harry Potter everyday. And with the prophecy, there’s no way he’d allow anyone else the opportunity to do the deed. 

In the back, Charity let out a haunting groan, causing Voldermort to shout, “Wormtail! Have I not spoken to you about keeping our guest’s quiet?”

“Yes, my Lord,” the man spoke with urgency. “Right away, my Lord.” As he scurried off, Voldemort returned his attention to Bellatrix. 

“As inspiring as I find your bloodlust, Bellatrix,” the hope was clear in her eyes, disappearing with his next words. “I must be the one to kill Harry Potter.” With that she curled back into her seat, Y/n’s lips raising in a satisfied smirk.

“But,” he rises from his chair, “I face an unfortunate complication.” As much as Y/n wanted to tune out this conversation, the nature of it was hard to dismiss. Especiall when the man walked behind the chairs on her side of the table. Brushing past her sisters before ending beside Lucius. There was satisfaction seeing him visibly afraid of Voldemort. A smirk on her lips when he was to give up his wand, a wizard’s most prized possession.

Her expression shifted when Charity’s brought to the center of the table. Death Eaters laughing at her despair and cringing with disgust at her profession. Y/n moves her gaze to Severus, who’s emotionless to Charity’s pleas. Then when the woman’s killed and her body drops to the table, Y/n lifts her hand to grasp Draco’s wrist. Squeezing it in warning for him to control himself when she sees his distraught state in the corner of her eyes. 

The action surprises the boy. Draco sucking in a breath and forcing himself to relax. Once he does, Y/n removes her touch and waits to be dismissed by Voldemort. As soon as the order is given she’s quick to leave the table, taking Snape’s outstretched hand where he apparates them back home. 

“How do you plan--?” he doesn’t let her finish the question.

“I have it covered.” Moving to his study, he hears her footsteps behind him, Y/n slamming the door shut once they’ve entered. He looked annoyed, “This doesn’t concern you.”

“The hell it does!” she shouted, making him clench his jaw. Ever since the incident at the Astronomy tower the two had been on edge with each other. For one, the Order discovered their marriage causing Y/n to lose her shit. Now she was public enemy #2 in their eyes. Or 3 if you count Voldermort at the top. Her odds of the Order leaving her the fuck alone decreased immensly. 

Second, Snape told her of his and Dumbledore’s arrangement. That the headmaster asked Snape to kill him. A secret Y/n had trouble wrapping her head around and prayed to a higher power no one, especially Bellatrix, found out about. 

Crossing over to him where he stood at his desk, Y/n caught his wrist to make him look at her. “In case you have forgotten, dear husband, we are playing both sides right now. You say you want to protect Harry Potter…just how do you plan to do that during an ambush you helped orchestrate? What the hell are we supposed to do if Harry Potter dies at his hands Saturday next?” Y/n squeezed his wrist tighter, “I’m putting all my trust into Severus Snape. You promised me my freedom when this was all over.” 

“I haven’t forgotten, Y/n,” he removes himself from her grip, “You say you trust me. Do so, and you won’t be let down.”

Y/n didn’t know where it all went wrong. One moment she was flying in the sky, the next she’s being rammed into by Bill Weasley’s Thestral. Pain erupted in her chest, likely from a broken rib and caught herself on the creature's satchel. Her hand is then grabbed by the imposter Harry seated behind Bill, keeping Y/n steady to prevent falling to her death. Using her talent of legitimins, Y/n identifies the imposter as Bill’s fiance Fluer. 

“You’re not Harry Potter,” she whispers, causing Harry (Fluer) to widen her eyes. The accusation was confirmed when Fluer’s voice responded, “How did you know?” Before Y/n could answer, however, the world around her became black. Having been stunned by Bill who realized what was happening behind him.  

Acting fast, Fluer reached with her other hand to further grasp Y/n’s now limp body onto the Thestral. 

“What are you doing?” Bill shouted over the chaos, “She’s one of them!”

“And she saved your life in the Astronomy tower, William!” Fluer screamed back. Using all her might, she hauled Y/n over the bottom half of the creature. Gripping the material of her robes and dress while ducking at the incoming curses around them. 

When they finally made it to the Burrow, the shaky landing caused Fluer to lose her hold. Y/n fell to the ground, still unconscious. Bruises were sure to form on her body. Bill leaped off the Thestral, helped Fluer off and rushed to Y/n. After confirming she was alive by pressing his fingers to her pulse, the oldest Weasley took the death eater into his arms and followed Fluer into the house. But not before telling Fluer to take her wand which had been discarded into a ditch.

“Wait here,” he said, placing Y/n in the care of Fluer by setting her on a bench outside the door, Bill entered to find the others gathered around an injured George. After the shock wore off of his brother’s state, Bill announced the death of Mad-eye and departure of Mundungus. Deepening the already intense mood.

“There’s something else,” he hesitated, eyes flickering to find everyone staring at him with unease. They watched Bill exit the house, only to return a second later dragging the last person they ever expected. Gasps rang out, wands drawn in Y/n’s direction. The witch barely conscious but fighting against Bill’s hold. Eventually succumbing to sleep once again due to the pounding in her head. 

With the help of Remus, the two propped Y/n in a chair, casting a spell to bind her hands and legs. “Where’s her wand?” Remus urgently looked around, relieved to see the object in Fluer’s possession. He turned to Bill, “What the hell happened?”

As the oldest Weasley explained, Molly approached the woman, assessing her carefully. Y/n had dirt and grime in her hair. A small cut to her temple. Likely from a rock when she fell from the Threstral. Her breathing was shaky, pained groans escaping her mouth which Molly assumed was from trauma to her chest. Although the others were against it, Molly began performing healing spells on Y/n, “Had it not been for her my son would be dead! I do not care what side she is on--I shall offer the same courtesy.” 

The group was alerted to Y/n’s consciousness twenty minutes later when she groaned. Shifting in the chair, her eyelids fluttered briefly before opening to bright lights. Moaning, Y/n straightened up aware of the audience in front of her, however she did not appear concerned. Even with several wands pointing at her. “Hmmmph,” she blinks a few times, settling her gaze on Remus, “what an unpleasant situation we have here. I hoped to be dead before experiencing this.”

It pained Remus to hear her words. Thinking back to that little girl he’d met on the corner of Diagon Alley with James, perched on Sirius’ hip. That little girl was gone. In her place was a woman with the Devil on her shoulder. “We don’t want to hurt you, Y/n.”

Tilting her head as though she found his statement funny, she replies “Is that supposed to make me feel at ease?” rolling her eyes she adds, “Surely you could’ve come up with something better.”

Remus sighed, realizing it was about to be a long night. “We’re willing to negotiate terms if you provide us with information. A lesser sentence if you will,” he chose his next words carefully, seeing her demenor shift, “so long as you are upfront and answer all of our questions with honesty.” Y/n’s face tightened, no longer humored. Remus felt his stomach lurch, not breaking the intense eye contact she set with him.

“You threaten me--.”

“It’s not a threat--,” he insists but Y/n continues.

“With a cell in Azkaban and expect me to comply? By being a snitch?” she shakes her head, eyes full of fury. “Go to hell, Remus Lupin.”

“It doesn’t have to be this way.”

“Oh?” She grumbles with a glare, “and how else do you suggest it be? I’m not stupid--a tad mad if we want to get technical, but you all have yourselves to blame for that.” Y/n was referring to the Order not taking her in during the First Wizarding War. Sirius warned them of his family and the Death Eaters recruiting her at a young age. Yet no attempt to protect Y/n was initiated. 

The werewolf’s face fell, “Had we known--.”

“Known what?!” She jumped forward in her chair as the dam of pent up resentment and anger broke, making several flinch at the sudden movement. A few wands pointed up but she paid them no mind. “That I’d become a Death Eater against my will? That I’d be forced to use the Cruciatus Curse on the Longbottoms or face my sister’s wrath?” She spat with ferocity. Pupils nearly pitch black it made her appear demonic. “You knew what my family was like! Sirius knew--It’s why he left! And you did nothing to save me.” Leaning back in the chair, Y/n finished with, “Go ahead and kill me. I’m not telling you shit.”

Remus runs a hand through his hair, his patience running thin and stress levels rising. “Y/n, I’m trying to help you here. We’re giving you the opportunity to avoid a lifetime in jail if you help us--help us end this war.” When his efforts are exhausted Remus gestures to the man behind him, “Kingsley has Veritaserum and we will use it if necessary.”  Now this has her smirking, chin raising in challenge. 

“Go ahead,” her voice lowers an octave, sending chills along his arms, “I welcome you to.” Weary of her acceptance, the adult members of the Order all exchange looks before Kingsley approaches. Y/n tilts her head back, watching Kingsley unscrew the vial and pour the tiny amount of liquid onto her tongue. Once it’s entered her stream, the woman cracks her neck and returns her attention to Remus. 

He clasped his hands in his lap, leaning in his chair. “How’d you know about tonight?”

Y/n pretends to think, “I think I saw an advertisement in the Daily Prophet. Yeah,” she nods her head, acting serious. “That was it.” 

Remus’s own head falls to his chest, the others visibly confused. The potion was to make her tell the truth. Pretty much against her will. Thinking it may have not settled in yet, Remus asks another question. “Who told him we were moving Harry?” 

Deciding to play along, Y/n shrugs her shoulders, “Yaxley.” Lie. She held back a chuckle at his confused reaction.

“How did he know?”

“Overheard it.” Lie.

“Where?”

“Diagon Alley I assume.” Lie.

“From who?”

“I don’t know.” Lie.

“But he’s the one who told Voldemort.” Y/n rolled her eyes at that, gesturing to her binded hands.

“Obviously since we’re sitting in this predicament.” She sees the frustration on Remus, as well as the others. Yet, the witch couldn’t help but feel entertained. “Anything else?”

“What’s your relationship to Severus Snape?” 

“He’s my husband,” She didn’t miss the way the Order reacted to the news. Upset but not surprised. No point in lying. They already knew about their marriage from what Snape told her. The truth of why, however, was still a secret. 

“Why did he kill Dumbledore?” Harry stepped forward, drawing her attention to him. Anger was written all over his face. Filled with absolute hatred. Something Y/n had expected when her husband murdered the man he looked up to. 

“You were there, right?” she asked, head tilting with curiosity. “Snape mentioned you’d been below the observatory deck.” Tsking, Y/n surveyed him. She was getting under his skin. “Why do you think he did it?”

“I think he did it to save himself. He was a coward,” Harry saw the way her face tightened. Taking offense to his words. A mere speck of what someone could label as affection or respect to her spouse. 

“Severus Snape is many things,” she sounded sinister, anger seeping off every word. “But a coward is not one of them.”

“Fat lot of good coming from you.” Harry antagonized her. “You hightailed it out of the ministry when Sirius died. He was your own cousin.”

“My cousin who left me a sitting duck for the wolves,” Y/n reminded the boy, temper rising. An indicator with how her voice was strained. “Let’s not forget you all thought he was responsible for betraying your parents. Didn’t even hesitate to believe he was guilty.” That cut them all deep. “And I adored Sirius at one point in life. Much like you, Harry Potter,” she let out a deep sigh, attempting to calm herself, “look at where it got me.” Exhaustion was beginning to take over the witch. Her body ached and there was a pounding in her head. Molly’s healing spells worked to patch any internal injuries Y/n had, but she still was drained from the whole ordeal. 

They were getting off track. Having had enough of the tension, Remus butted in, “Answer the question, Y/n. Why did Snape kill Dumbledore?”

“I don’t know,” she simply stated. Lie. “He didn’t say. Although…I can only assume it was to spare my poor nephew.” Another shrug, “And survive the unbreakable vow. Which you already know of.” 

Harry shook his head, “I don’t believe you.” His gut was telling him there was more to the story. 

“Harry, she took the Veritaserum,” Hermoine pointed out gently, missing the flicker of amusement from Y/n. “She’s telling the truth.”

“Hermoine’s right, Harry,” Ron agreed, moving beside his friend. “There’s no way she could be lying.”

“How much did you give her, Kingsley?” Arthur questioned, also suspicious of Y/n’s answers. Kingsley held up the vial. More than half was consumed.

“Enough.”

“Something’s off,” he murmured, rubbing his chin. A bickering match ensued between members of the Order. Harry, Arthur, and even Y/n’s niece, Tonks, had difficulty believing Y/n told the truth. The majority, however, voiced opposition. 

“Veritaserum is a very potent and strong potion, Harry,” Remus stood from his chair, but before he could say anything else, Y/n’s voice took over.

“Which you just wasted.”

Silence consumes the room. Processing what she said. That’s not possible.

Heads turning to the witch, Y/n starts to chuckle in delight. A sight unnerving to the Order as it becomes more deranged. Harry looked to his friends for an answer, but they were just as perplexed as him. Y/n’s voice turns taunting, “Oh my, you lot really are daft at times. Have you forgotten? Or did you believe it to be a rumor?” Her grin is wicked, finding the scene entertaining much to their dismay. “I’m a skilled Occulmens.” 

It was as though the dementors arrived with how cold the air became. Everyone falters, stilling at the revelation. It could only mean one thing:

Everything Y/n said potentially was a lie. 

The Death Eater tsked, “What do you think I did with all that time I had rotting in the middle of the ocean?” she laughs again, more menacingly. “Your little potion is useless! My mind is more protected than Azkaban. For all you know I fabricated everything I just told you.” Her taunting laugh continues, shredding the last ounce of patience the Order had for her. 

Remus kneeled in front of her chair and smacked the table, causing everyone besides Y/n to flinch. “Enough of these games! I have tried to give you the benefit of the doubt knowing you’d been forced into this life, but you have proven to be not so different from your associates.” Now that was a nail to the coffin. Any and all of Remus’s hope for Y/n having some level of good in her gone. “This is your final warning--or we will throw you in Azkaban for the rest of your life for good!”

Never straying her stare, the Death Eater murmered cooly, “You have no idea how reasonable I’ve been.” This time it was Remus’s turn to scoff.

“Holding children hostage at the Ministry, attacking Hogwarts, marrying Snape, and sending assassins after the officials who locked you up,” He lists off, surprising the Order with the last detail. They had heard rumors of Azkaban guards and Ministry officials killed in the last few months, but assumed it was Bellatrix. “I don’t see how that’s being reasonable.”

Y/n gave a sound that was a mix of a chuckle and scoff, leaning forward in her chair. “Sending those assassins after them instead of myself was mercy.” A chill rose, Harry’s intuition telling him something was about to happen. “And despite your hypocrises and insults I have warned you time and time again to simply get out of my way.” Remus saw her hands fidget, tightening his grip on his wand. 

“You’ve exhausted my patience,” Her voice lowered once more, almost to a whisper as her bottom lip quivered. “But I do hope you understand…that even now--with what’s about to happen…..�� lips curled into a deathly smirk. “This is me being…reasonable.”

Faster than the speed of light, Y/n casts a non-verble, wandless spell that mimics a gust a powerful wind, ripping the binds off her hands and ankles. Remus flies onto his back, the lights flicker and burst. The windows and glass shatter. Papers fly. Hermoine screams, echoing amongst the shouts as Ron pulls her into his arms. Molly leaning over an injured George to protect him from shards. 

 Fluer gasps at the feeling of Y/n’s wand in her hand ripped from her. The death eater had snapped her fingers in the chaos with a non-verbal Accio.

With her wand now in her possession, Y/n unleashes another bout of wind, crippling the Order from attacking her. Once satisfied she makes her escape. Black smoke fills the room before flying out the window and into the night sky. The storm inside the burrow seizing. 

“What the bloody hell was that?” Ron coughs, catching his breath. 

“That,” Kingsley stands up straight, sore from colliding with the wall which knocked him down. “Was the closest thing to experiencing the Devil on Earth.”

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If you’re up for it, numbers 17, 22, and 49 with Bellatrix please? I was thinking hate-sex but you can do something else if you prefer. Preferably no mommy kink, but anything else is fine <3

Snowball Puppy ~Dom!Bellatrix Lestrange xFem Puppy!Reader ~Holiday Bingo

Summary— A day in the snow turns a heated rivalry into a passion filled night. Anon Response— Hey hey anon!! Thanks for the request. Bellatrix could always use more content! No mommy kink, just like you asked. Enjoy! ♥️

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Prompt— Playing in the Snow

#17. “Don’t make me ask again”

#22. “Stop doing that”

#49. “You look so good when you beg...”

Warnings: NSFW, light smut, fingering, dom/sub relations, puppy play, begging, begging kink, teasing, taunting, intimidation, hate-sex, enemies to lovers, implied future smut, etc.

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You, Bellatrix, and Draco were outside, in the middle of a snow blurry, running around and playing in the snow.You were Draco’s Godmother, and you live and adored Draco. Bellatrix you barely stomached. It was his idea to invite her out in the snow. You merely grumbled along.

Suddenly you felt a hard pelt of snow on the back of your neck. You turned around and saw a grinning Draco, his hands filled with snowballs.

You smirked and quickly began rolling your own icy weapons. But instead of throwing them at Draco, you flung them Bellatrix’s way. The witch shrieked as an icy ball hit her in the shoulder. She looked madly furious. Then you threw another one, hitting her neck this time.

You giggled endlessly as she jumped about in a cold spout of rage. Your last throw of your snowballs landed right in the woman’s face. You gasped and placed your hand over your mouth in reaction. Draco bursted out in laughter.

But then Bellatrix stared you down and began charging toward you. With intent and ferocity. And you quickly made a run for it. You scampered back into Malfoy Manor, yelling back at Draco for help. But Draco was rolling in the snow, laughing endlessly, and certainly not helping you.

You ran inside the Manor and up the stairs, down the corridors, until you reached your guest room. You ran in, shut the door behind you, and collapsed against it panting.

It wasn’t long before Bellatrix caught up with you. You could tell from her sinister cackling. It always sent shivers down your spine.

She banged on the door, taunting your name and trying to get in. But your body kept the door firmly closed. That was until magic was involved.

A split second later, you were hurled forward onto the ground and the door swung open violently. It closed itself as Bellatrix entered, staring down at you as you scrambled to get up. But she hindered you, stepping on your chest, effectively keeping you pinned on the ground.

Your eyes widened and your breathing shallowed at this compromising position. But a spark of courage lighted in you as her dark and dangerous eyes met your gaze. You weren’t going down without a fight.

“Stop doing that. Let me go.” You gritted out through your teeth.

Bellatrix grinned like a Cheshire Cat and tilted her head, pushing her foot down further and threatening to cut off your oxygen flow to your lungs.

“I think you like it…!” she jeered in her taunting manner.

You growled in response, barring your teeth while squirming underneath her heel. Bellatrix chuckled and accepted your challenge.

“Fine then. Beg. Beg me to let you go.” She jeered.

Your breath hitched in your breath.

“Fuck you!” You sneered.

Bellatrix chuckled darkly and shook her head.

“Don’t make me ask again” she threatened darkly.

The newfound edge and dominance to her tone got to you.

“I… umm” you stammered, your face getter redder and redder.

“What’s the matter, pup…?” Bellatrix jeered.

The pet name sent waves right to your core… ferocious, unrelenting waves.

“P-please…”

The pressure tightened once more on your chest. She was saying it wasn’t good enough.

“Please Bellatrix… please…” you begged, “please please please—” you chanted, closing your eyes out of embarrassment.

This made the woman smirk wickedly.

“Please please…!” She mocked you.

Your eyes shot opened widened at her tone and you gulped.

This time you involuntarily jerked your hips upward, your body suddenly needing relief and some sort of friction. This made Bellatrix chuckle darkly. Bellatrix then released her foot from your chest, letting you breath once more.

With a muttering spell under her breath, Bellatrix moved you onto your bed. You were frozen as the woman pounced on you, pinning you to the bed. You moved your head to the side, as her face came right up to yours, and her tongue licked up the trial of your neck and jaw.

You wanted to hate it. But you didn’t… You coudn’t… your body was giving in.

Your hips jerked up once more, making the woman chuckle again. While keeping you successfully pinned to the bed, one of Bellatrix’s hands wandered down in between your legs, her fingers grazing your clothes center. This only made you jerk your hips even more, making your mind more and more dizzy.

Bellatrix growled in response.

“P-please please… don’t stop—-” you sputtered.

“You look so good when you beg, pup…” Bellatrix cooed wickedly. 

“I h-hate you… I—” you breathed out roughly.

But you were cut off as her fingers slipped under your clothing layers and two of them slid into your warmth.

“I know, pup… I know…” Bellatrix cooed lustfully, pumping and curling into your cunt at a fast and harsh pace.

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TAGS. voyeurism, p in v, magical play??, VERY detailed smut, toys, tom riddle (he's his own warning), power play (kinda), 'sir'/'lord' kink, degradation with a hint of praise, overstimming & multiple orgasms reader's name is not mentioned, feminine pronouns & female anatomy used. VERY LONG FIC, 1600ish words!

Tom Riddle was not someone to be trifled with. He saw the way his followers stared at her with underlying intentions, the way their eyes raked over his pet's body, lingering in rather specific places. It made him jealous, possessive over the woman he had claimed as his from their years at Hogwarts. He thought that his followers needed a reminder.

"I have called you all here for a... Purpose," he began, dark brown eyes surveying the crowd of masked people sitting before him in Gaunt Manor. He then looked down at his 'lover' in his lap, draped over him in a lazing position as she smirked at Bellatrix who was silently fuming at the sight. He laughed silently and grabbed her thigh, squeezing and teasing at the soft skin, feeling her shiver in his arms. "That purpose," he added after some time, "is to teach you all an important lesson," the words left his mouth slowly, moving his pet from her lazing position to be presented to the masked crowd, perching her up on him like he was her throne, "my lover," he addressed, causing her to look at him through her lashes, he groaned mentally, god, was she fucking beautiful, "do not think I have not noticed the looks of hunger on your faces," he then accused, causing everyone in the room to go stiff.

A brave follower of his, Lestrange, raised his hand to speak, which The Dark Lord graciously gave him permission, "M... M'Lord, I have not sinned, for I am a married man," he tried to argue, his eyes looking at his wife, newly wedded Bellatrix Black.

However, The Dark Lord only laughed, "you have sinned," he countered, voice holding no room for argument, "you Death Eaters will always be a team... A group... Every act you commit is as said group, not individually, why do you think I brand you all with the same mask and mark?" It was a rhetorical question they all knew not to answer, "fear not, this lesson will not be one of pain nor punishment, but of education," he explained further, a smile of malice stretching across his face. He leaned down to his pet who was still perched obediently, "enjoy yourself my love," he whispered in her ear, biting down slightly, cracking an actual loving smile when she squeaked. He looked up at everyone in the room, speaking louder so they could all hear him, "undress, love," were the only words he uttered, them watching as she got up and slowly started to peel off her dress, leaving her in only her bra and underwear before her bra left too. She was about to take off her heels and underwear that connected to her stockings before Tom stopped her.

He grabbed their hips and placed them down on him, sliding her up and down his cock, him having unzipped his pants as she undressed, "you like that, don't you?" he asked, laughing as he slapped her clothed pussy, "you like having them watch us, don't you?" he asked next, frowning slightly when she didn't respond, "well?" he teased, left hand sliding down from her hips to her heat, index finger pressing on her sensitive nub, rubbing in circles.

"y-yes M'Lord!" she cried out, the first words they heard from her in the meeting, and it certainly wouldn't be her last. He chuckled and scooted the chair back, allowing the Death Eaters a full view of what was happening, she moaned loudly as Tom rubbed in another direction, leaning her head on his shoulder. Her breathing became uneven as he summoned a vibrator with wandless magic, turning it on and pressing it to her clit, grinning, Tom turned it up, looking down as she moaned and thrashed in his arms. Seeing her pussy becoming slick, he unclipped the stockings from her panties and tore them off her, making a cooing sound when he saw the string of wetness connecting her and her underwear.

He pressed the vibrator back onto her, hand slipping towards her heat and letting a single finger slip into her, he watched as she moaned slightly at the entrance of fingers, humming in delight as he pressed further, the cool metal of his rings contrasting satisfyingly from her hotness. "Filthy slut," he rasped, seeing her come to her first orgasm, squirting on the table, "look at the mess you made," he sighed, mocking her with malice. He turned the vibrator up, rubbing it faster against her as he added more two more fingers into her pussy, plunging them in and out at a fast pace. "I'm getting tired of holding this," he muttered, wordlessly suspending her and the vibrator in the air, letting all his followers see the display even more, "look at her, dripping, you should be ashamed of yourself. Filthy fucking whore, in front of all these people. Have you no dignity?" she was about to respond, but he shushed her when he added, "but you like it, don't you?" He was right though, she really did. "Do you think you deserve this cock? My holiness?"

He tsked when she cried out a 'Please Sir!', shaking his head as he levitated her back onto him, finally taking the vibrator off of her and sliding his fingers back into her, "even though you're a dirty whore, you've been behaved, so I guess I'll have to reward you, right?" he slapped her lightly across the face, "use your words, dumb fucking cumdump."

"Y-Yes Sir! Please... Please fuck me!" she cried, small tears slipping down her face as his fingers went even faster, curling inside of her as she reached another high, back arching.

"I'll fuck your little cunt so hard," he promised, removing his fingers. He turned her around so her pussy was facing his followers, glistening under the light from the chandelier above. He raised her above his hard cock and slammed her down, a loud moan leaving her lips as he began to thrust up at a fast pace. She kept moaning, screaming with pleasure as he fucked her, free hand going down to slap her clit. Squirting hard, he lifted her up, wickedly smiling as cum and fluid leaked from her pussy.

But he still didn't stop, pulling her harshly back down on him and made her ride his cock at a fast pace, thrusting upwards if she went too slow. "Watch and fucking learn," he addressed the people in the room, and fucked her even deeper, pushing his fingers into her mouth and gagging her, "you-" he breathed heavily, coming closer to his own high, "could never-" his mouth parted slightly as he slammed into her a final time, emptying his cum in her already filled cunt, "fuck her, or love her like I do. You will never be able to live up to me."

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I thought it would be fun to play with a genderbent version of The Goldenhearts (both versions)

Yes I did basically just swap Ambrosius's hairstyles and call it a day but HEAR ME OUT C!Amb has a gender non-conforming hairstyle so his female version should as well. Much like her male counterpart she feels pressured to perform masculinity to be taken seriously as a knight, and also like her male counterpart she is a little princess at heart. I wanted to give M!Ambrosia Gloreth Hair because as a descendant of Gloreth I feel like that would be the image she'd be pressured to have.

The Bellatrixes I gave both a half-up bun, with Blackheart having an undercut beneath it and Boldheart not. I think gender and gender presentation was less relevant to their stories so p much nothing else about them changed, I just wanted to draw my Pretty Girl Blorbos

Might trace it digitally and add color sometime soon ^^

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What was Bellatrix like after Azkaban? How did it impact her and her relationships?

Anon I have to be honest, I hate fanon interpretation and the more I watch the movies the less I enjoy HBC's interpretation too. Don't get me wrong she's an exceptional actress and I absolutely fell in love with her the moment we saw her on screen but her version of Bellatrix is very very ooc from book canon.

There are some aspects of her I absolutely love from the films, but honestly book Bellatrix is where its at. Now, we don't know what Bellatrix was like pre-Azkaban. We get snippets of her but everything else we get is from Harry's perspective and he thinks her simultaneously repulsive and attractive.

So here's my take on post-Azkaban Bellatrix:

Mentally changed - no, not insane. Not in the way the films showed. I think she was marked criminally insane when she was sentenced to life in Azkaban however the actual meaning of 'criminally insane' is: not being responsible for ones criminal actions because of a mental disorder. She was fully aware of what she was doing and she did it all with pride for the love of her life and likely also because every action she took acted on her own personal beliefs that muggleborns and halfbloods and muggles are below her.

Similarly, a personal headcanon - she is mentally changed because she's been occluding so deeply and for so long. I think her perceptions of reality are slightly distorted, I think her perception of time is completely thrown off and I think this is because she was locked in a cell for 14 years and unable to be with the love of her life who she knew was alive but no one else believed her and she couldn't do anything about it.

I see her physically changed too. I think Azkaban didn't leave her too thin for too long and too ragged looking (like HBC's version with the birds nest hair and disgusting teeth) considering witches have a lovely little thing called magic... and Bellatrix also strikes me as too conceited to let herself look that bad. She was described 'feverish' in the department of mysteries but I personally put this down to bloodlust like a predator finally released from its cage. I think she practiced a lot of wandless dark magic in her cell whether it was rune marking - with her own blood too probably. I don't think she just sat there and rot away. I think she went deep into her magic while she occluded, calling to the stars to keep her love safe and so on.

Relationships:

Rodolphus. I think she missed him. I will forever headcanon they are best friends (who also happen to have very good sex) and they get on like a house on fire but Voldemort was always the one she felt that chemistry and deeper rooted passion with. I think they likely grow closer post-Azkaban.

Narcissa. This one is complicated. I think Narcissa is a little apprehensive of Bellatrix this time around. I think Bellatrix is a lot darker than she remembers, I think Narcissa sees a lot more of Voldemort in her sister and she begins to really resent it. I can imagine however that there's something about her darkness that Narcissa likes...something she can't resist getting close to given she too is a Black.

Voldemort. I think they find their rhythm fairly quickly. I think they spend a lot of time together, even if its just relearning each other. I think he doesn't see her as any different - if anything, he thinks her more beautiful. I think they spend every night together, I imagine her clingy and him for once not minding it. Their passion goes through the roof and I think Voldemort wants to indulge in her again and again for months on end (I mean with canon Delphi, how did that happen? Lots of hot filthy toe curling sex).

Delphini. in which of course I mean my AU where she's trio era. Now this one I think is more complicated. I love to headcanon that Delphini looks a lot like Bellatrix. I like to think Bellatrix finds her hard to look at for exactly that reason. She sees what she used to be in her daughter. I think physically she restrains herself from affection for a long time because she mentally can't take looking at her. However, I think eventually they start to heal and things will go back to normal.

Death Eaters. I don't doubt for one second every single one of them is shit scared of Bellatrix. I think they know her reputation well since pre-Azkaban and now she's even more ruthless they're not for a second going to test her.

Family: she's come out of prison 14 years and everyone she loved in her family (save Narcissa) is dead. That's a lot to wrap your head around. She loses her father, her Aunt, her Uncle (though I do like to HC Orion dies just before she goes to Azkaban) and she and Cissa are the last Blacks.

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Vulnera Sanentur [Weasley Twins x Reader]

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Title: Vulnera Sanentur

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley {established relationship}

Timeline: DH1&2- Initially set during the battle of the seven potters. Canon and certain plot points have been altered for the needs of the story.

Summary: The battle of the seven Potters throws your world into chaos when one of your boyfriend’s is cursed. As Snape’s ex-potions assistant and previous protégée, you recognise the inflicted curse immediately and demand answers from your mentor.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of war and Voldy, descriptions of injury and blood, descriptive smut, p in v sex, shower sex, tension. Outside sex. Semi public sex. None sexual nudity. Crying. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Arguments. Probably some cursing. Mentions of nightmares. Reader is part of the Order of the Phoenix. Mentions of death (Dumbledore). Mentions of Tonks’ pregnancy. On it got a angsty. So much angst I can’t tag it all. Not spellchecked nor beta read, we die like Madeye.

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"You should have seen her, she was bloody brilliant!" Fred says excitedly from beside you.

"Yeah took her down like it was nothing! 3 blasts and she was gone!" George adds with an identical excited look on his face, his fresh mug of tea nearly spilling out as he raises his hands in excitement as he speaks.

"You were very brilliant dear," Arthur says, leaning down to press a timid kiss to his wife's blushing cheeks. The family had just recounted the demise of Bellatrix Lestrange at the hands of the Weasley matriarch and you looked up at Molly with a proud smile, in awe of the lengths she'd go to to protect her family.

"But you four, can you tell us everything now?" Arthur says, looking between you, Harry, Ron and Hermione. You feel their eyes flicking between each other and you but you don't look to them, choosing instead to look towards Bill who is already looking at you supportively, as if anticipating your trepidation at telling your story. He never knew much, only that it was the snake that had caused your anguish and your injury but you could always tell that he knew it was more, just polite enough not to pry. He offers you a soft, encouraging smile that you mirror, turning towards the others who have already begun recounting the tale.

There's a few interruptions from Molly, especially when Ron tells her about how he left the three of you during Winter as she leans over and hits him across the arm but you are hardly listening, knowing all too well that the part about Godric's Hollow will come up soon enough.

"Does anyone want another drink?" Bill says suddenly, standing up and interrupting Hermione as she begins to explain the decision to go to visit Harry's parents graves. "Perhaps we should offer to help get everyone home, get the Floo network going," he says after a few murmuring replies to his original question. It's obvious to you what he's doing and you shoot him an appreciative look, seeing him subtly wink back at you in understanding.

Kingsley had managed to get the anti-apparition and disapparition jinxes temporarily removed from the school grounds so that people could disapparate to get home, freeing up the limited number of other transportation methods that were almost immediately used up to get the younger students back to their families.

"Good idea son," Arthur says, slapping his knees before standing up and gathering Percy, who'd made a full recovery, Bill, Fleur and Fred and George to help him. The twins looks apprehensive to leave you but you pushed them off with a smile.

"Go, you need to learn a thing or two to fix ours at home," you said, playful sarcasm dripping from your voice. The floo network was tricky back at the flat and only seemed to connect to various places on a whim, like the moving staircases in the school.

The word home tumbled naturally from your mouth and filled you with a warmth you hadn't felt in some time, daydreaming of your large, warm bed with two indentical figures beside you. A proper hot meal, filling and appetising, a hot shower and a long sleep, all of which were very overdue.

Molly went to grab another hot drink with Ginny and you looked at your little team beside you, noticing that there were varying levels of happiness amongst them. Ron looked jubilant at reuniting with his family, as he should, and sharing your stories, filling them in on everything he'd not been able to tell them all this time. Hermione looked tired but happy, again glad to be able to explain what had happened, reflecting herself as if she was narrating a memoir in her mind. Harry, quite frankly, looked frustrated. You sensed the same frustration in him that you felt within yourself.

You slid over to him on the bench, careful not to disturb or shock him but just to offer a quiet comfort as Ron and Hermione debated what kind of dragon you'd escaped on during the skirmish at Gringotts.

He smiled at you warmly as he noticed you sliding in closer beside him but his smile didn't meet his eyes, only further proving your point.

"You feel it too don't you? Just wanting to get away, for some peace and quiet?" You asked quietly, leaning in to him slightly.

"Love some," he says with a subtle nod, eyes fixed on the table in front of him. Ever since you'd returned it had been a constant stream of people congratulating you, the outpouring of thanks and affection, spending time with the bereaved and shaking hands, especially for Harry who had been the saviour of them all. It hadn't occurred to anyone that you had all not slept, hardly eaten or taken a calming breath since before you entered Hogsmeade what seemed like days ago.

"You have your cloak don't you?" You said quietly, eyes flickering up to his as you waited for confirmation. "I'll distract them."

He looks at you very briefly with an affectionate and appreciative glance and you smile, tiredly, before shouting over the table to get the attention of your friend, loud enough for the people around you to take notice.

"Luna!" You call out, pointing with your finger out of the cracked, glass window, "wasn't that a Blibbering Humdinger?!"

There's a breeze that drifts past you and a warm hand placed on your shoulder for just a moment and you smile to yourself as you no longer see Harry, the cloak covering his form entirely as he glides through the hall without interference, able to escape temporarily to get some peace, hoping that you'd soon get the same allowance.

The Weasley men returned a little while later after fixing the floo and you found yourself unwittingly dragged into a family wide argument about where everyone would be going. Molly had tried to convince everyone to go back to the Burrow, to stay at least for the night to rest and recuperate but you knew this was a guise, that it would never be just one night. You knew that she wanted her children around her, you could hardly blame her for that after everything you'd all been through but you just wanted to go home. It had been months since you'd last slept in your bed, just the three of you and you felt yourself getting less and less reasonable as the hope of what you wanted faded away, though you remained silent on the matter.

Fortunately, it appeared that Fred was also just as desperate to go home as you were, having lived at Muriel's for far too long under Order protection, something he was very vocal about despising. He managed to talk Molly around with the promise that you would all go to the Burrow tomorrow night, spending your first night back at home. You tuned out the conversation out moment that she began excitedly planning what she would make for dinner that night, looping through everyone's favourite meals and how she could incorporate them in.

You tried your hardest to not be rude or sulky but the longer you sat there, the more irritated you were getting, desperate to be alone again or at least with only a chosen few for company, beginning to feel overwhelmed by the large group.

You were painfully exhausted, both physically and mentally, feeling like the months of hiding and fighting, every horror you had seen and lived through was now taking its toll on you. Your shoulder hurt again, though thankfully not like before. It was tender and sore, like it was beginning to heal and finally knit together. You rolled your shoulder subtly, trying alleviate the ache and found yourself standing and walking over to the drinks table on autopilot, just for something to do, for a little headspace.

"Tough girl," Bill nods as he moves to stand beside you, filling up his own mug which you noticed was far from empty, your eyes squinting a little in suspicion. "Do you want it numbing?" He asks quietly, leaning in so that no one would hear, looking pointedly at your shoulder, having sensed your discomfort. You immediately want to say yes but hesitate, mortified to strip down to your shirt in front of everyone. You look up at him and he nods, understanding your conflict, before shooting you a wink.

"I'm borrowing y/n," Bill says towards the group, most notably the two twins who had begun immediately frowning, "I'll keep her safe," he teased before placing his arm on your good shoulder, "need her expertise, not be long."

He doesn't wait for anyone to reply and gives you a little nod of his head to lead you out from the great hall, guiding you down the corridor, past Filch who had begun sweeping with debris and dust on the floor.

"You need to teach me how to do that," you say with a smile, wrapping your arms around yourself as you fall in step with Bill, "even your mum never questions you." He chuckles with a little shake of his head, guiding you down the staircase with a gesture of his hands to allow you to go first.

"The trick is to be confident in what you're saying, especially with mum. Plus it helps to be the oldest, having so many younger siblings to look after meant that she trusted me more, didn't have the time to watch out for me too so," he says with a shrug.

"That must have been hard though," you say delicately, looking up as he pulls his long hair back away from his face. He shrugs again, his small smile still remaining.

"It's all I've ever known, mainly it was fine until the twins came along, then mum really couldn't split herself as much, if she didn't watch them for even a minute they'd create chaos," he says with a chuckle. You laugh, completely understanding his words as you twist around lower corridors.

"Still do," you joke.

"I don't know, you seem to keep them in line," he smirks and you smile back, appreciating his words. "You're good for them." He stops now and you stop along with him, entering through a door that he'd opened for you.

"They're good for me," you reply fondly, not doubting your statement for even a second.

When you look up, you realise that you're in a classroom just off the potions wing and a little pang of sadness hits you as you think of Severus. Bill shuts the door behind you and you look around at the unfamiliar classroom, never having been in this exact room before.

You take a seat at the larger desk and begin to slowly peel off your jacket, wincing again at the material drags over the newly sealed but tender gashes on your arm and the sore patch on your shoulder. He immediately steps over and grabs the collar of your jacket, helping you peel it away from yourself, over the curve of your shoulder.

You then peel back the collar of your ruined T-shirt, the blood that covered your body now hard and dark against the material as you expose your shoulder to him.

"It looks better," he says, pulling over a stool and sitting down beside you, looking at your wound as you pull down your bra strap that was in the way. "Looks like it's healed up a bit."

You don't reply, only nod as you look away, not wanting to see the mangled flesh. He pulls out his wand and begins tracing the scars, casting a numbing spell and healing enchantments across the flesh. It feels better almost immediately, the throbbing ache and tenderness drifting slowly away until you can no longer feel any pain. Your eyes close on their own accord in relief, only to open a moment later when you feel Bill's cold fingers reaching for your arm. "These are new."

"Snake," you say quietly, watching anxiously as his fingers ghost over the marks on your arm. He doesn't reply and instead moves his wand to to try and clear them using a healing spell, which doesn't do anything. You watch his face as his brows knit together, confusion evident on his face. "It's, the curse, that George had."

You nod, beginning to look away again as you gaze at your boots, feeling an emotion that hovered between sadness and shame.

"It won't heal, not completely," you say quietly, flicking your gaze back to the marks on your arm. "They'll always be there."

"I know the feeling," he says, still looking at your arm even as your eyes flick up to his face, a new wave of guilt tugging at you for your silly remark, momentarily forgetting about the scars that covered his face. "But you learn to live with it." His gaze meets yours and the moment is tender and meaningful as he gives you a tight lipped smile.

"I know what you're thinking, that Fred and George won't find you attractive anymore, that you're different now, changed for the worst. I had the exact same feelings with Fleur. Who would want someone so scarred and ugly?"

Truthfully, you had been thinking that in the back of your mind, but you hadn't let yourself really acknowledge those feelings, only forcing yourself to pull away and never let them see.

"But they'll surprise you and you'll surprise yourself. I never thought Fleur would stay with me after this, someone as beautiful as her should never be stuck with someone like me, disfigured or not. But everyday she surprises me by loving me more, by accepting the scars and proving to me that it's not just about looks, especially when I can't change anything. And you'll find that too, I have no doubt. Fred and George adore you. I never told you when you were with us, I wasn't entirely honest about how much they missed you, how badly they took you being away. They weren't the same, hardly joked and just sat staring into nothing most of the time, they even fell out with each other a few times, which I'd never known them to do."

You felt another, more intense wave of guilt hitting you until he spoke again.

"I'm not saying this to upset you, it's the last thing I want to do. But you need to know just how much they adore you. They'd have given anything to have you back, done anything, they tried so hard. So, a few scars are really nothing in the bigger picture. You're back together, that's all that matters. And overtime you'll see that too, learn to live with them. The external scars and the ones on the inside too."

You can't stop the tears that threaten to spill at his words, feeling both broken and put back together by his speech.

"You're so strong," he says, reaching out to place his hand on your good shoulder. "The things you've done, what you've seen and lived through, most people out there couldn't even fathom. But you're here and you made it, there's a reason I call you tough girl," he says with a smirk. "Everyone says it but if you ever need someone to talk to, for anything at all, you have me. It's not always easy to open up to the people we love but sometimes someone familiar but not too close feels more comfortable to open up to."

"Not too close," you say with a snort, feeling empowered and comforted by his words, "I'd say we're pretty close now." He chuckles and nods, taking his hand off your shoulder to slide his wand back into his pocket.

"You're family," he says with a shrug and a smirk, mirroring how he'd said it to you all that time ago in Shell Cottage, making you smile. "I know the memories of Shell Cottage aren't the happiest for you but you're welcome anytime, if you ever need space or an escape. Hopefully in the future we can replace those bad memories with good ones, memories where we are all together."

You're more than touched by his words, rendered speechless at his abundant and unwavering kindness as you try to find the words to thank him, knowing nothing would ever be good enough. There's a look shared between you and you hope understands completely what you're trying to say, hoping your eyes convey every ounce of gratitude he deserves. He nods his head gently, understanding, and smiles as if you'd thanked him a million times over.

"Is there anything else I can do?" He asks, gaze flicking down to your exposed shoulder but you shake your head, knowing he'd already done so much. "No zouwu scratches or thornback bites? And here I was thinking you were an expert beast slayer." You laugh and nudge him playfully, glad for the unlifting banter.

"Let's get back, you need be home and go rest." He stands up from the stool and replaces it under tbe desk he'd pulled it from, walking over to reach for the door.

"Bill, wait," you say, standing up from the chair, a sudden alarming thought making panic erupt in your previously relaxed mind. "Severus, his body, I can't leave him there."

Reasonably you know that your sentence probably made no sense to him as he didn't know what had happened but the sadness in your voice pulled at your own heartstrings, never mind his. He immediately nodded and reached out for your hand, signalling for your to take him with you.

You placed your hand in his and thought of the boathouse, the pair of you immediately surging through dimensions and space until you landed with a crack outside of the boathouse, overlooking the small shack that you were certain would haunt you forever.

"Stay here," Bill says, still keeping a hold of your hand as he squeezes, knowing that you wouldn't be able to look again at Snape's body. You pulled out your wand and reverse the concealment spells that you'd placed there, the shielding charm working to hide his body from anyone who may have wished him harm.

You had no idea what Bill did or how the ministry was organising collection of the deceased but you trusted Bill to do the right thing on your behalf. You looked out at the water of the lake, watching the slight movement of the tranquil water, a stark contrast to the billowing waves and roiling undercurrent that had been present during the last time you were here.

Bill walked out soon after with a tight lipped smile and a nod, reaching out his hand for you to take. You paused to look once more at the cracked glass windows still stained with blood before you placed your hand into his and disapparated.

"Right, I don't know about anyone else but I'd like to be getting off, darling what do you think?" Bill says as you walk back to your extended family in the hall, Bill turning to Fleur in the hope that she would agree. From there, everyone seems to follow his lead and you can't help but chuckle as he shoots you a wink, proving once again that he was right about the confidence thing.

"Ready to go home Angel?" George says, moving to stand in front of you, his left hand clutching your waist and pulling you slightly into him as his right hand comes up to pull back the hair from your face, his thumb tenderly stroking over your face. The very mention of home makes you feel a deep rooted excitement and you smile wearily as you nod, the anticipation of a hot shower and long sleep feeling well within your grasp now. You reach out for Fred who stands just behind George and pull him in, rest your head between their shoulders as their hands rest across your tired body, your entire being melting into their warm embrace.

"Right everyone, don't forget, tomorrow evening at 5pm, not a moment later!" Molly calls out after everyone has said their goodbyes, reminding you all of the promise you'd made. You wave goodbye again and walk out to a secluded part of the hall so that the three of you could disapparate together, your hands joined tightly.

With a smile at your loved ones beside you, you picture the spot just outside of the shop where you were able to apparate into and closed your eyes, feeling yourself stretched and pulled until your appeared looking up at the bright orange building.

Diagon Alley was decimated and deserted, most of the buildings falling into disarray, either abandoned in fear or destroyed by death eaters. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes had been left virtually untouched, with only a singular broken window on the third floor where the confectionary was usually displayed though from the outside everything looked to be relatively unharmed. The bleak, dark street filled with empty or ransacked shops did seem to dim the brightness of the shop however, making it look much less vibrant and exciting as you remembered it.

"Princess?" You hear Fred say gently, pulling you out of your thoughts as you turn in his direction, seeing both of them watching you in concern. You gave them a small smile and moved forward to where George was casting the unlocking charms so that you could all enter and lock yourselves away back home.

Stepping back inside the shop was still impressive as ever, even without the lights and the effects playing in the windows, no music or vibrant chatter from the excited customers. The smell was the same comforting blend of cleanliness, whizzbang smoke and comforting vanilla, mixed with a hint of Fred and George, a perfect combination. The twins quickly surveyed the shop, checking that nothing was damaged or unaccounted for as you made your way up the stairs, feeling a slight hesitation in yourself.

You realised that for the first time in so long that you would be alone, just you, George and Fred. Could it ever be the same? Would they punish you or act different to you now after you'd left them? Would your life ever go back to normal after everything you'd faced without them?

All of your spiralling thoughts were silenced the moment you unlocked the door to the apartment with your wand, seeing and smelling the comforting things all around you of home. It wasn't the tidiest you'd ever seen it but you understood that they'd had to pack quickly and leave immediately to flee to the safe house, as you'd been told by Arthur.

"I'm sorry it's not," George begins to say from behind you but you stop him, interrupting without turning.

"It's perfect."

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mini beetlejuice art dump!

first two are some reference sheets for my personal designs of beej and lydia :P the second is a redesign of a really old beetlejuice oc that some longtime followers might remember: bellatrix!!!!! she's beetlejuice's sister in the orion au, a wacky universe where beej has siblings named after other stars in the orion constellation :D

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

It had been a crazy dream. The craziest dream Sirius had ever had. But oh God! How good it had felt to be kissed like that, to be touched like that.

Sirius woke up sweating from head to toes, with blushy cheeks and a very hard member.

"Toujours Pur!" The voice of his Grandmother echoed in his brain. All the awful things she had said about people like that. "Filthy people like that deserved only hell"

"Cissy boy" His Grandfather used to groan when Sirius had his hair a bit too long. "They are going to think you're a girl with that hair. Or worse. One of those..."

"A bloody ponce, that one" Orion always said about Alphard all the time "Filthy mind, filthy man. Being too much with him is going to turn you into a faggot."

"Don't cry, Sirius. You're such a pussy" Bellatrix used to tease, making her friends laugh at Sirius. He had been a kid. "Are you ever going to please a girl? Uncle and Auntie would have to pay someone to be your wife. Nancy boy!"

What would they say now? Having such a dream with none other than his best friend.

It was common for teenage boys to fantasize. Sirius had heard many times how James had dreamt about Evans. Even teased him when he whispered things in his sleep. James talked about Evans' body a lot. And loved to stare when the girl wore a tight blouse or a short skirt.

And Peter had fantasies about many girls from his magazines. Even girls at Hogwarts he found hot. He kept posters of sexy birds in bikinis and stared at girls in P. E. all the time. The boys teased him for that.

Now, Remus... Sirius had never heard of Remus's fantasies. If he fantasized at all. Who did he think about? Was it boys or girls? Sirius hadn't even think about it. Remus was just Remus. Moony. Sirius’s friend. Sirius’s confident. So sweet and funny and tender.

Now out of nowhere, Remus had been in Sirius’s dream. And what a dream. Not like his best friend. Someone who made Sirius see stars. Someone who Sirius had desired and found absolutely sexy. Someone he wanted to do nasty things to.

He couldn't get that image of Remus's face with red cheeks, his lips wet in anticipation and that hair... Uff... Those curls were wild above his head. Sirius had wanted to pull it and ran his fingers through it.

Now the next morning all Sirius felt was shame. His mind had been playing a real trick with him.

Sirius had to admit he had imagined women in his mind. Usually just body parts he got from magazines. Never with an specific face, color of hair, color of eyes. No one real to fantasize about. Not even with his last girlfriend Julie, Sirius had dreamt of such filthy things.

So why did Remus... REMUS... had to appear like that?? Sirius was going insane.

"What's wrong, Padfoot?" Remus asked when Sirius made an excuse when he asked him to go for a cigarette.

"What?" Sirius was busy 'looking' for something on his bag. Only not to stare into those eyes.

"You've been weird all morning" Remus said "You've been avoiding me... Are you angry? Have I done something wrong?"

Sirius looked up only because he heard desperation in Remus's voice. He looked confused. And very cute with those pouty eyes.

"No, of course not" Sirius faked a smile "Sorry... Have a lot of things on my mind. I didn't sleep well last night".

Because I was dreaming about you, Moony.

His cheeks burnt only remembering it.

Sirius wondered how well Remus kissed. If he would feel the dry skin of those lips. If it would be soft to ran his fingers through that hair. If his skin was warm and if those hands could touch his skin in that way...

Fuck! What was wrong with Sirius? Was he blushing?

Faggot, faggot, faggot...

Sirius was only confused. Ever since what happened that summer. Everything with his Uncle. The confused thoughts. The confused feelings. Sirius was only probably going insane.

Sirius couldn't like Remus. Not only because he was a boy. But because they were best friends. Sirius didn't want to ruin what they had. They had found each other again just recently. Sirius didn't want to lose him.

And honestly speaking, Remus deserved better than whatever mess Sirius was.

Faggot, faggot, faggot... Coward!

"Sirius? Sirius!!" Remus snapped his fingers in front of his nose. "Are you okay?"

"What?" Sirius was an idiot.

"I asked if you were going to Biology with the others"

"You're not going?"

Remus tapped the cigarettes' pack.

"Popping out for one first. You said you didn't want to come"

Sirius was just confused. He had to drown whatever he was feeling. It had been just a dream. And dreams were crazy sometimes.

Sirius smiled "You know what? I think I'm gonna go with you. God knows I need a fag right now..." a pause "A cigarette, I mean!!" he added quickly feeling ashamed of what that could have meant.

Remus stared. If he found something odd with Sirius, he didn't say. Even though Sirius noticed the caramel tone of his eyes.

"Okay" Remus shrugged in amusement.

"Let's go" Sirius nodded.

As they went, Sirius thought it was alright. One time, he heard how Rick Stevens had a crazy dream about how McGonagall slashed him in the tush for being nauthy. "She even wore a spandex" he had said. The guy was teased for several weeks after that. He had even been called "cat whisperer" for a while by the Rugby Team.

Dreams were messy and weird all the time. Sirius was probably going to forget about it when he found a hot bird to fantasize about next.

Moony was special. He was very important for Sirius. So probably that part of his brain used him. But Sirius knew that Remus was always going to be his best friend. And that was it.

Sirius hadn't done anything wrong. He hadn't kissed him or touched him. So he wasn't guilty of sin. And he would never be.

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The name's Lockhart, I'm sure you're pleased to meet me!

Ravenclaw

Very single, but I'm open to any lovely admirers of mine ;)

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I like lots of things! Including, but not limited to...

✧˚° Myself! Confidence is key

✧˚° Hair-care - gotta make sure I always look shining!

✧˚° Painting - I've won SEVERAL awards in self-portraiture ;)

✧˚° Writing - in fact, I might be publishing something soon...👀

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✧˚° People who refuse to listen to me - rather infuriating when I have so many glamorous things to say!

✧˚° Strangers - I was kidnapped once. I don't want to talk about it. If someone were to ask, though, I suppose I would HAVE to answer...

✧˚° Myself

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Hoping to make LOTS of friends. Not that I don't have plenty already...

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Lady Dimitrescu - (Resident Evil Village /RE8)

Mother Witch - (Hocus Pocus 2) [my version of Mother Witch’s first name is Morgana]

Rebecca Welton - (Ted Lasso)

Captain Phasma - (Star Wars)

Narcissa (Malfoy) Black & Bellatrix (Lestrange) Black - (Harry Potter)

Melissa Schemmenti & Ava Coleman - (Abbott Elementary)

Mother Witch - (Hocus Pocus 2)

Gail Meyer - (The Fall Guy 2024)

Emily Prentiss - (Criminal Minds)

Alma Peregrine - (Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children)

Lady Lesso - (The School for Good and Evil)

Isobel Castille - (FBI - CBS)

Rebecca Welton

Hurtful Words Unexpected Call Why You? Nine-ing Armor Make My Wish Come True (Christmas Fic 2023). How She Got that Girl

Alcina Dimitrescu

The New Arrival (Series)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Captain Phasma

Knight in Shining Chromium (Series)

Emily Prentiss

Love’s Silent Night (Christmas 2023) She Was Only Ever Mine. A Fool’s Love. Hold onto You. Caught in Your Focus. So Long, London (Series). This is Her Trying

Gail Meyer

None

Mother Witch (Morgana Calloway)

None

Lady Lesso

Everything to Me

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Harry Potter characters that I like

In response to a Romione fan who thought I hated every HP character and hated everything about the series because I don't stan certain characters and ships, I want to mention here the few characters I like.

For me, I like a character usually if:

they have an interesting personality and background

I feel sorry for how they are generally misunderstood or bashed by fandom (sometimes I take great pleasure in being a contrarian haha) or treated by the author.

their wins feel earned in the narrative and I feel inspired

So here is my list!

Draco Malfoy + Malfoy family

I love Draco so much. I admit that I was drawn in mostly through fanon but as I explored the books more, I really enjoyed his book character a lot. He has a vibrant and entertaining personality and I like how meta he can be sometimes. Every time he proclaims how bad Hagrid is as a teacher or how Hogwarts sucks as a school, I just want to hug him so badly. I also like his parents and their interactions as a family later in the books. Narcissa is my fav mom, no contest. I just think that JKR wasted his potential. Draco is the most developed Slytherin kid and his character should have represented hope for a better future. But of course, JKR only cares about her lions (and Snape who she tried to retcon as a lion too lol) so screw Slytherins. And the NPC houses.

Black family

Gosh, I absolutely ADORE the Black family. The Black family is the most intriguing set of characters JKR ever wrote in HP. The Black family lore, the constellation theme, the dark history, the tragedy. Chef's kiss! Screw making a marauders' prequel!!! Give me a Black Family series! You shouldn't be surprised that Sirius Black is my favourite marauder. Compared to Sirius, James Potter is an utter bore.

Neville Longbottom

I often wish Neville was the chosen one instead of Harry. I think Neville's story is more tragic than Harry's. It must be torture to have your parents alive but practically dead. And Neville just feels more heroic to me. A lot of times, I hate Harry's hero's journey because JKR keeps letting Harry win due to deu ex Machina. It was nice seeing Neville gradually grow into the man he was at the end. And Neville's rage at Bellatrix just felt more visceral compared to Harry's with Moldy Voldy. I just like Neville, he's so sweet and he deserves better friends.

Percy Weasley

On the surface, I don't care much about Percy but I do feel sorry for him. Ron and the twins treated him like trash. His family just had a hate boner for him. Poor Percy. I can vibe with a family black sheep character. I don't like how people paint him as the bad guy for walking out on his family. And I appreciate how distinguished he is as a Weasley. He is the only Weasley member not to bow down and kiss Dumbles' backside like a brainless puppet. It's a shame it backfired on him but I admire his logic.

Luna Lovegood

To be honest, Luna was a nothing character to me until I began reading Druna fanfiction and I realized how adorable her character is in the books. She makes me smile and I like how she used to talk back to the trio in the beginning. So funny when Luna told Harry that people thought Hagrid was a bad teacher lol! I think Luna is the only HP girl I like...also maybe because I really like picturing her with Draco. No shame!

Severus Snape

What a beautiful and tragic character. Like Draco, Snape is such a pleasure to read. The man is pure entertainment in written form. I don't love Snape the way I do Draco, but I like picturing him with a better life. 'Snape drops out of Hogwarts' is one of my favourite AO3 tags. I love how he dedicated his life to good even though life was cruel to him and gave him a bad hand. Everything about Snape is so intriguing and I like learning more about him. Definitely one of JKR's best characters.

Ron Weasley

I hate the golden trio but I find Ron the most tolerable and the most interesting. It's a shame I found myself disliking the guy in the epilogue. People complain about the movies ruining Ron but JKR was ruining Ron in the books too. Ron started out as so intelligent but gradually JKR made him slobbier and dumber. I like how Ron was the common sense guy. Once again, Ron had to be the one to tell Harry what a complete trash disaster Hagrid was. Lord, I hate that man! Shame Hagrid's spiders didn't kill him!!! I wish JKR expanded on Ron's chess ability. Ron showed promise as being a leader of the trio (Lord knows Harry was a disaster) and Ron being strategic would fit with his chess skills...but JKR never followed through. My fellow HP critic, chicory, mentioned this passage:

‘Hmm,’ said a small voice in his ear. ‘Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either. There’s talent, oh my goodness, yes – and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that’s interesting … So where shall I put you?’

applies more to Ron than Harry and I have to agree with her.

There are also several instances of Ron just being a sweet friend to Harry and Hermione and I wish he had better friends. I don't care what Romione/Hermione fans say. Hermione does not deserve a guy like Ron. Never did and never will. I don't even think Harry deserves Ron either. Ron does so much more for Harry than Harry ever did for him. I would have preferred if the Luna friendship was developed more for Ron. Ron has his infuriating moments but his great moments offset them. Out of the trio, I think Ron is the best character and sometimes I wish he was the protag instead of Harry.

Well, let me end it at 7, the perfect number! I can't fully word why I like or love some of these characters but this is a gist.

Of course, there may be other characters that I enjoy for what they are in the story (the Death Eaters, Dumbledore etc) but I don't care about them enough to mention them. Blessings!