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[mapofyourstars]

X-Men: Days of Future Past ft. chess

[randomshyperson]

The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - Chapter 11 - Part XI - The Sixth Year (Part One)

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Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies. Chapter Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, minor kissing.

A/N> In the previous chapter I said that maybe I would put the fic in Hiatus, and on Saturday I managed to write four chapters. So I believe I'll be able to finish everything by next weekend. Good reading everyone.

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Part XI - The Sixth Year (Part One)

Everything is different now.

You can feel it in your bones. You can feel it in the air, in the room, in the way your butler won't leave the radio playing on the kitchen counter because the music has been replaced by news of disappearances all over the magical and non-magical community.

Even now, sitting at the kitchen table while everyone is eating their breakfast beside you, you find it hard to relax. Jarvis doesn't have to turn the radio back on for you to know how things are going on outside the protected gardens of the Stark mansion.

"I've already prepared the fireplace, Mister Tony." Announced Jarvis next, his hands on his back. Your brother murmured, still in the middle of sipping his coffee.

"Thank you, Jarvis." He then spoke, placing the cup on the table. "I'm expecting mail, if Iron comes back with anything, save it for me okay?"

"Of course, Mr. Tony."

"Jarvis?" You called out before your butler returned to the kitchen. He looked gently at you. "Aren't you going to have breakfast with us?"

The man hesitated, straightening his suit vest slightly.

"I've already eaten, miss. But I appreciate the invitation." He says making mention of turning around, you add quickly.

"Where are you going?"

There it is again. The tension you have noticed since you returned from the hospital. Caught in the way Jarvis looks quickly at Tony and your sisters before a smile that doesn't reach his eyes forms. He clears his throat lightly.

"I have my chores, miss." He answers politely. "Nothing you need to worry about."

"Is the order, isn't it?"

As soon as the words escape, silence falls on the table. Gamora stops stirring her tea in mid-motion, but you keep your gaze on Jarvis.

"Miss Stark, please, I mustn't be late." He insists and you sigh, nodding. Jarvis walks away, but the table remains silent. You have your fists clenched in your lap, waiting.

And realizing that just as before, when you began to notice the rushed exits, the whispers, the locked doors, and the hiding spells, you realized that none of your siblings would say anything.

So you rolled your eyes and stood up, throwing your napkin on the table and walking out of the kitchen with hard steps.

Tony called out to you, but you ignored him. Gamora reached you when you were already in your room.

"If you've come to tell me there's nothing going on, you can leave." You let her know sitting up in your bed, your mind working on theories. Gamora sighed lightly.

"I'm not." She says as she moves closer to sit beside you. "But I can't tell you everything either."

"All summer, Gamora." You begin. "All summer you guys have been keeping secrets from me. And damn it, I've done it for a long time, and I understand. But I thought...I thought after last year, things were going to change. Everybody knows about the prophecy, and I'm still dealing with it alone."

"You are not alone." She retorts as she straightens up in bed, turning her body toward you, but you continue to stare at your lap. "You're not. We're just trying to protect you."

You give a short laugh.

"I'm not, really, you're right." You sneer bitterly. "I only have Wanda and she is more than enough."

Gamora sighs, but does not contradict you. You stand up looking for a change of clothes.

"Are you going to her house again?" Gamora asks as she sees you rummaging through the closets. You don't face her to speak.

"I don't get lied to in the Maximoff residence."

Gamora rolls her eyes.

"You've barely stayed home this summer." She complains. "We've missed you."

"Ironic you say that since when I am here you guys are having secret meetings without me." You retorted angrily, putting your pajama set into a backpack.

“Y/N…” she starts but doesn't continue. You feel frustrated and impatient, and you roll your eyes at her lack of honesty.

"See you tomorrow." You say before leaving with the backpack.

You went straight to the living room, and ignoring the questioning look from Tony and Nebula at the kitchen table, you made your way to the fireplace.

Before you used the floo powder, Tony was calling you.

"You know you still leave here, right?" He quipped, and you resisted the urge to start a fight.

You stumbled into the fireplace, the magic dust in your hands. Within seconds, you were in the living room of Maximoff Residence.

"Wanda, your girlfriend is here!" Pietro yelled as he turned his attention to the pages."Again." He muttered softly making you giggle as you walked out of their fireplace.

You stepped closer only to shove the magazine he was holding to his face in a childish act and ignore his irritated grunt as you kicked off your shoes, knowing Erik hated getting his carpet dirty.

You had gotten quite comfortable at Maximoff Residence this summer. After St.Mungus, you and Wanda have been spending a lot of time together.

Part of you knows it's because you've been kept out of order, and it's created a nervous tension between you and your siblings, Wanda's house being the only place where no one seems to keep things from you.

Your thoughts were interrupted by your girlfriend's sudden presence in the room, and you had two seconds to smile at her before Wanda steps forward from the hallway towards you, her arms around your neck in a tight hug. You felt your face heat up, but soon she was pulling away to place several kisses on your cheeks, making you giggle shyly as Pietro mimicked vomiting noises.

"My god, it's ten in the morning." He complained while getting up, but you ignored it, your hands rubbing Wanda's back as you looked at her adoringly.

"Good morning my love." You greeted her.

"Good morning sweetheart" She replied, looking at you the same way. "To what do I owe this wonderful visit?"

"I missed you."

"I missed y..."

"This is too gay for ten in the morning." Pietro complained loudly again, now walking past you into the hallway and turning into the kitchen as you and Wanda giggled.

“"Have you had breakfast yet?" She asked, bringing her hands to your cheeks, caressing your skin.

You mumbled yes, omitting the part that your meal was interrupted by a little argument to steal a peck from Wanda, who bit her lip when you moved away.

She turned her head to look down the hall for a second and then moved forward, kissing you firmly this time. You smiled against her lips, melting as her hand gently scratched the back of your neck.

She pulled back a moment later, cheeks flushed and eyes bright.

"Come say good morning to my dad before he comes to get you himself." She asked as she pulled away, her hand intertwining with yours to pull you towards the kitchen.

As soon as Erik saw you, he put the paper down on the table and smiled, waving for you to sit down, and you did it shyly, Wanda following you.

"It's good to see you, Miss Stark." He says. "Hope everything is alright at home?"

"Probably not since she's always here now." Pietro scoffs before you respond and lets out an exclamation of pain when Wanda hits him in the head with a small wave of energy. Erik shoots her a disapproving look but says nothing.

You get caught up in small talk while you eat together, and you're more aware of Wanda's presence than anything else, but Erik calls to you.

"Will you join us in the diagonal alley?" he asks curiously and you bite the inside of your cheek, uncertain.

"Actually, Tony asked me not to go out in public." You say. "Because of everything that's going on."

"Oh yes I understand." Erik says thoughtfully. "I was in the alley last week, and most of the stores are closed. People are scared, and crime increased considerably with the return of the walkers."

The mood at the table changes, but you feel your body relax with Wanda's hand on your knee.

"What has the order done about it, sir?" You ask and Erik frowns slightly in surprise.

"Forgive me Miss Stark, I assumed your brother was telling you about the delicate situation the order is in, so I didn't mention anything." He says and straightens his posture in the chair. "We believe there is a traitor among us."

You look at him in surprise, as do his children. Erik takes a deep breath.

"Of course any of you shouldn't worry about that." He says. "That's a matter for the members."

"Fury recruited my brother, sir?" You question and Erik hesitates, then nods. You feel your stomach sink. Tony didn't tell you about it. "And my sisters?"

"No. Not them." He quickly denies it. "We voted to add new members, and it needs to be a unanimous decision. I don't approve of adding children to order."

"But you approve Tony?" You accuse with a frown.

"Your brother is of legal age, Miss Stark." He argues. "He is a powerful, resourceful, and talented wizard. He has the right to fight if he wishes."

"He's only two years older than me." You retort. "I don't want him to be in danger."

"He insisted." Erik tells you. "He insisted because he wants to protect you. I had my doubts about that, due to his age, but he asked for my vote. He wants to help."

You swallow the urge to cry, absorbing the teacher's words.

"Jarvis too, right?" You ask and Erik takes a sip of coffee before answering.

"I must not share the order's membership list." He comments lightly jokingly, but you grimace. Erik sighs. "We are trying to keep it as a secret as much information as possible. The situation is too tense with the ministry, and with so many attacks, we are not knowing who to trust."

"You haven't said anything about this all summer, papa." Pietro comments thoughtfully. "Why now?"

Erik swallows hard, putting the mug down on the table.

"Because Wanda is going to Hogwarts next week, and I won't be there to keep her safe."

You can feel Wanda's surprise and anxiety mix with yours, and your hand rests in hers on your knee.

"What are you talking about?" Wanda questions and Erik takes a deep breath.

"I will not be returning to the castle this year." He says. "The ministry ordered my removal."

"What?" The three of you exclaimed together and Erik gestured lightly for you to calm down.

"There are many rumors about the Ministry of Magic's involvement in the rise of Mephisto. The facilities that were granted to the walkers, in addition to the encouragement of the propaganda of purity of blood." He counts. "What happened at the ministry, with you two, created quite a problem for the minister. He can't blame Harkness because she disappeared, but it was only a matter of time before he found out that I was the one who recommended the special classes with her."

"But you were helping us!" You exclaimed indignantly. "And you're on the side of order!"

"Exactly, Miss Stark." He says. "I'm afraid the minister's interest is just that. To remove all members of the order from the castle."

"Papa, what will happen to you?" Pietro asks worriedly, but Erik smiles, giving him a reassuring look.

"Do not worry." He says. "They'll do an investigation, and the minister will prolong my removal as long as he can. In the meantime I'll help the order. Our priority is to finish off Mephisto's brute strength before he regains all his followers."

"What will happen at the castle this year?" Pietro questions worriedly, and you and Wanda share his expression. Erik taps his fingers on the table lightly.

"I have my suspicions, but all the possibilities are bad." He declares. "But Wanda will have professor Stephen and Maria there. Don't hesitate to reach out for them."

"That's not very comforting." Pietro mutters and Erik flashes his son a sad smile.

"But I guarantee that whatever happens at Hogwarts, it will be better than the outside." He says. "None of you have experienced a wizarding war before.Believe me when I say that the backyards of the school are safer, no matter how awful they seem to be."

Pietro sighs.

"I am worried, Papa." He says. "Wanda will be there alone."

You frown. "Hey!"

Pietro gives a short smile. "You know what I meant." He clarifies. "I won't be there, and neither will you. I don't understand why she can't stay home."

"Because it's more dangerous here." He comments. "The only reason you're not coming back to the castle is because of your small act last year, Pietro."

Pietro looks away, grimacing at Erik's disapproving tone. All the times you've been here, the topic of Pietro dropping out of school always made Erik grumpy and created a nervous tension between him and his son.

Erik clears his throat.

"Since you have decided that you will not become a competent wizard, I expect you to help me during this period." Erik declares causing you and Wanda to exchange a look, uncertain about getting into the conversation. Pietro rolls his eyes. "I'm sure your Aunt Raven has some task to keep you busy."

"Of course, papa." Pietro mumbles wryly, laying his face in his arms on the table.

Erik sighs before turning his gaze back to Wanda and you.

"We may be at war now, but your education is still important, my dear." He says. "I wanted to make sure you got your N.E.W.T. We're going to need good witches for when this is all over."

Wanda smiled shyly, and you fell silent again. Your head was a mess, millions of possibilities about the next year flashing by and noticing your nervousness, Wanda excused herself to the table, and led you by the hand out of the kitchen.

She smiled at you in the hallway, but only stopped walking when you two reached her room.

"You're nervous." She commented as she gently pushed you onto her bed.

You sat down, and Wanda settled into your lap, your hands automatically going to her waist as she hugged you. You sank your face into her neck, breathing in her perfume deeply and feeling your whole body relax at once, becoming slightly dizzy with how comfortable you felt.

"I love you." You whispered against her skin, and Wanda pressed you tighter against her, making you fall back against the mattress with a giggle. With her lack of response, you began to caress her back, feeling her breath against your neck.

When she pulled away, she got off you, throwing herself on the bed next while biting back a smile.

"What?" you asked, curious by her expression. She shook her head slightly, her cheeks flushed.

"I just think I have never felt as happy as I do when I am with you."

You smile at the confession, feeling your heart race as you turn your body toward her, resting your face in your hand and your elbow on the bed.

Your fingers come up to her face, brushing her hair out of her eyes to place behind her ear, as she looks at you adoringly.

"What am I going to do without you next year, huh?" you ask, causing her to giggle a little, as she reached up to rest her hand on your waist.

"Do you think we'll be able to talk through thoughts by then?" She jokes putting on a mock expression, making you laugh.

"I wish I had that now, so you could help me with my exams." You retort in the same tone, making Wanda laugh.

"I can help you with some actual studying for your exams." She suggests and you raise an eyebrow.

"Oh, yes, because study sessions work out very well for us, don't they, Miss wandering hands?" You tease and Wanda smiles mischievously bringing your faces closer together.

"It's not my fault you're irresistible." She whispers before kissing your lips softly. You both sigh, but just as you go to deepen the kiss, Pietro is entering the room and Wanda lets out a grumble as she pulls away and sits on the bed.

“Can I help you Pietro?” Wanda asks impatiently.

"Can you let go of your girlfriend for a second to talk to your brother?" He teases causing Wanda to roll her eyes, but you giggle, settling comfortably on the bed. "I need to tell you both something."

"Then stop the suspense and just tell us." You grumble, wishing you would go back to kissing Wanda.

Pietro checks the hallway, then closes the bedroom door. You and Wanda frown.

"I think there's something important going on in the order." He declares. "But I have no idea what it is."

"That's not very reassuring." Wanda mocks making you laugh and Pietro grimaces. " What gave you this idea anyway?"

"Dad's been getting owls." He counters. "You haven't noticed anything strange because you're making out all the time."

"Jealous." Wanda teases, making you laugh, but Pietro rolls his eyes sighing impatiently.

"Yeah, yeah, you guys are cute and all, but you don't seem to be noticing the rest of the world." He complains, crossing his arms. "We have a war going on and all you girls are doing is kissing each other."

Wanda sighs, getting up.

"And we'd like to get back to that, so you can leave." She complained pushing her brother by the shoulders, while you laughed at the indignant expression he made while complaining that that was an important matter.

Wanda ushered him out, and locked the door, turning to you with a mischievous grin.

"Where were we?" She asked as she approached, and all you did was open your arms for her to jump into your lap again.

You knew that this was indeed an important matter, but you couldn't focus on much else as you had Wanda on your lap kissing your mouth eagerly, her tongue sliding into yours as her hands squeezed your shoulders gently.

You kissed so many times that summer, but it seemed to get better, and more and more addictive. You had no idea if it was because you were connected to her, or if it was because you were in love, but either way, you didn't want to stop.

But then the door was opening again, and Wanda let out a grumble as she jumped away from your lap, trying to disguise her smudged lipstick and swollen lips.

"Girls, you know the rules." Erik warned with a serious tone. "The door must always stay open."

"Yes, sir." You and Wanda muttered breathlessly, and Erik rolled his eyes before leaving. When his footsteps became distant, you and Wanda began to giggle, and you fell beside her on the bed, both of you trying to normalize your breathing and disguise how affected you were by the little make-out session.

In the silence, Wanda intertwined your hands together, but you both continued to stare at the ceiling.

"Do...do you think Pietro might be right?" Wanda asked next, her voice low. You shifted your gaze to her, waiting for her to clarify. Wanda swallowed dryly before doing so. "About this. About us not paying attention to the war or anything else. I just...I'm afraid he's right."

You straightened to turn your body toward her properly, resting your head on the hand of the arm that you popped your elbow on the mattress. Wanda copied your movement, and you smiled at her as you moved your fingers up to caress her face.

"I think it's unfair for Pietro to say that." You say. "Every time I've tried to bring up order, war, or anything related to that, I've been called a child. So I think it's unfair that just because I'm focusing on the most important part of my life I get called out for it."

Wanda's eyes widened slightly, her cheeks flushed.

"You think I'm the most important part of your life?" She asked shyly, making you smile.

"Of course you are, Wanda." You reply as if it were obvious, squeezing her reddened cheek and making her laugh. "My little grumpy witch."

Wanda rolls her eyes, grabbing a fistful of your shirt to pull you close, and give you a lingering kiss. You smile against her lips, and when she pulls away she keeps her forehead pressed against yours.

"I love you." She whispers with her eyes closed. "I love you so much I think I'm going to suffocate."

You sigh, feeling her emotions. She feels love, vibrant, pulsing. You think you might cry if you don't keep your eyes closed.

"I know." You whisper back. "It's like you can't put all the love out, no matter how hard you try."

"Does that scare you?" Wanda asks, her hand coming down on your waist. "Us? How intense it feels?"

You let out a short laugh.

"Scare me?" You retort. "It's the only thing that secures me."

Wanda sighs, pulling away to look at you. You smile, your hand on her cheek, caressing her skin with your thumb.

"You, Wanda Maximoff, are the only certain I hold on to." You confess. "You are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. My love for you is the only thing I am sure I never want to lose."

Wanda's eyes are watery, but you know they are tears of happiness. You can feel it too. And you don't need her to say it back to you to know either.

"I can't lose you." She whispers as she lets the tears flow. "I won't survive."

"I'm not going anywhere, Wanda." You assure by looking into her eyes, but she swallows dryly, unable to hold back her tears. You feel her despair, you want to get these feelings out of her, but you don't know how. You hold her tightly, and Wanda lies against you.

When she opens her mind to you, you understand. She still thinks of you in the dungeons of the castle. She shares her insecurities, and her traumas. You take it all in, and the grip tightens. You also begin to cry when she stops sharing.

"I'm sorry." You tell her, and repeat it a few times until she stops crying. When she does, you're both exhausted, and she just pulls away to straighten up, her face buried in your neck, inhaling your perfume.

"Stay with me." She asks against your skin, and you smile with your eyes closed.

"I will." You whisper against her ear. "I will stay forever."

//-//-//-//-//

Hogwarts feels different.

Although the trip to the castle was the same as other years, there is a different tension in the air.

The train was also considerably emptier.

Not that you noticed it so much, Wanda's presence being your complete focus. Your sisters' teasing about it making you ignore your surroundings even more just to look at Wanda.

And when you all arrived at the castle, everything seemed even worse than last year.

"Are those dementors?" Gamora asks in surprise as you all are walking down toward the carriages. You notice the buzzing around the train, the other students also noticing the creatures flying over the castle in the distance.

Wanda's hand intertwined in yours is the only thing keeping you calm.

Before you can show any reaction, Drax, the fighter guard is shouting for everyone to hurry, that it was not safe to stay outside, and you were pushed along with the crowd inside the vehicles.

"What the hell is going on with this place?" Nebula asks as the carriage starts to move.

"I don't know, but having Dementors back in the castle is definitely not a good sign." Wanda comments looking out the window.

The silence of the drive to the castle is filled with speculation about the changes at the beginning of the year, and none of you are excited for Professor Kaecilius' continuing direction. Nobody seems happy with the absence of Professor Erik on the faculty either.

You don't miss the opportunity to tease Gamora about her boyfriend not coming back to Hogwarts this year, but it backfires when she scoffs that not everyone needs to be together all the time like you and Wanda to date.

When you finally arrived, there were aurors in almost every corridor of the castle now, but they were shabby-looking wizards you had never seen before, and no sign of Carol Danvers.

As soon as you made mention of joining the Slytherin table, one of them put his hand in your way.

"Each student must join their house at the opening ceremony." Said the wizard seriously, and you frowned.

"That's ridiculous." You retorted impatiently, taking a step forward. The wizard drew his wand and you widened your eyes in surprise, automatically covering Wanda with your body.

"I won't say it again." Warned the man, and you were ready to duel, but Professor Strange seemed to have emerged from the floor, and touched your shoulder quickly.

"Miss Stark, please, let's all calm down." He ordered, and you grimaced in indignation. The small scene was already attracting the attention of the students who were entering the hall.

"Tell the student to go to her assigned table or she will be punished, professor." Warned the auror and you clenched your jaw, taking a step forward, but Wanda squeezed your hand pulling you back.

"Please, everyone in your seats right now." Strange said. "Let's not start the year with a fuss, okay?"

You ignored Stephen to look at Wanda, who let go of your hand to gently smooth your cloak, moving closer to kiss your cheek, and whisper in your ear "I love you." before turning away, smiling shyly as she turned to the Slytherin table and left.

You sighed, exchanging an angry look with the auror before walking over to the Hufflepuff table, Mantis behind you.

The year's announcements were even more absurd.

"[...] As many of you may have known this summer, as per the announcements of the Daily Prophet, I will be taking over as headmaster of Hogwarts." Announced Professor Kaecilius with a polite smile that made you roll your eyes. Your attention immediately returned to the Slytherin table, and you already found Wanda looking at you.

When your gazes meet, she blushes, quickly turning away, and making you smile.

"Hey, that sounds important." Mantis commented beside you, noticing that you were distracted, exchanging glances with Wanda across the hall.

You mumbled, pretending to pay attention to the director.

"It is clear that this will be a difficult year for us, and typically adverse until the Ministry of Magic faces the dangers beyond this castle." Kaecilius commented and you frowned, finally paying attention to the speech. "It is to prioritize the safety of the students, I have been in contact with the minister of magic himself, and new conceptions have been allowed this year to properly prepare the students for the dangers of the wizarding world."

The hall shared some buzz, but the professor just cleared his throat, continuing to speak.

"This year we will be accompanied not only by the guards of Azkaban, but also by a team of special aurors, sent by the minister himself to ensure the integrity of the castle and the safety of our students. " Kaecilius said, motioning in the center of the hall. "In addition, a change was necessary in the curriculum of this school, due to the disfavor the old direction caused in the education of all of you."

"That doesn't sound good." Mantis whispered beside you.

"I'm sure it isn't." You whispered back, looking at the principal.

"The importance of teaching without ideological barriers has been reassessed, and the minister has decided that freedom is a crucial point in the education of our society." Kaecilius announced, holding out his arms. "Classifications like right, or wrong, are... backwardness. We, as a free society, need to evolve. And we are going to start that here. With our young people."

You're not sure if it was an auror or one of the teachers who applauded first, but soon the hall followed, more out of cordiality than anything else. You did not, nor did Mantis, or any of your friends, and neither did some of the other students.

When dinner was served, you felt too concerned to feed yourself, but Mantis poked you in the ribs.

"What do you think all that speech meant?" She asks and you stir your steak with your fork, sighing before answering.

"Don't you think it's obvious?" You ask rhetorically. "They're going to teach dark magic."

Mantis's eyes widen in surprise, but you feel tired. You want to go back to where Wanda is.

But then Peter Parker is speaking.

"Did you hear what some of the Gryffindors are saying about Minister Schmidt's aurors?" he asked and you and Mantis both deny with your heads. He leaned in, lowering his voice. "They are called the Red Skulls. They were a task force in the first war. And they weren't on the right side."

You become apprehensive at the information. It's as if Hogwarts is being controlled by the wrong people now. You really have no appetite after that. So all you do during dinner is listen to the parallel conversations between your housemates and your friend.

You wished Harley had come back to Hogwarts this year, but she wrote to you over the summer saying that just like Ivy, she would study magic from home now. You missed her lightness when you had to listen to Peter's nervous comments.

As dinner ended, you hoped to join Wanda, but the aurors controlled the lines back to the dormitories, wands in hand.

You clenched your jaw, feeling frustrated and angry as soon as you made mention of leaving the line and the same auror from earlier appeared.

"Let's not do that again, Stark girl." He warned and you held your wand in your robes, staring at him angrily.

"A word, Stark?" Professor Strange interrupted again, appearing beside the auror. He touched the wizard on the shoulder. "Please, Mr. Klaue, I will escort Miss Stark back to the Hufflepuff dormitory when we're done."

The minor wizard stared back at you before turning his attention back to the line and Stephen gestured with his head for you to accompany him out of the hall.

You walked to the corner of the entrance, and Stephen leaned slightly toward you.

"How are things, Stark? Did you have a good summer?" He asked, making you frown.

"The best." You replied dryly. " Everything was awesome until I came back and some jerk kept me from seeing my girlfriend."

Stephen sighed lightly, looking at the rest of the rows that were moving away, the hall quickly becoming empty.

"I'm sorry about that. I wish things were different, but they won't be for long." He says, practically whispering. You cross your arms, annoyed at the way the aurors in the distance are clearly watching you and Stephen talk.

"What the hell is going on in this place anyway, professor?" You ask irritated.

"The same thing that's going on outside." He replies. "Miss Stark, I won't have as many opportunities to talk to you this year. So I'll say it now. Be careful. Not like the years before, going out at night and sneaking out of the castle. No. Hogwarts will not be the same this year. You, as well as your friends, must be careful."

You frowned, but softened your expression as you noticed the pure concern on Strange's face. But before you could say anything, he was looking away and there was an auror beside you.

"Students should return to their dormitories after dinner." The man announced, already grabbing your arm and making you let out a mixed exclamation of surprise and anger.

"There's no need for that." The professor immediately interfered, releasing the man's grip, who took a step forward.

"I would be careful with secrets, Mr. Strange." Warned the wizard. "You don't want to be tried for treason, like that mudblood, do you?"

Strange clenched his jaw, and you think you've never seen him so angry.

"Do not threaten me, Mr Stane." Stephen retorted, and you swallowed dryly as you saw the wizard grab his wand on his belt, but he didn't draw it. The wizard just laughed wryly and made a noise with his mouth, like a whistle, to get you to walk.

You exchanged a look with the professor before doing so, hurrying to keep up with the end of the Hufflepuff line.

//-//-//-//-//

You were too worried to sleep.

And nothing had happened, but just the fact that you knew things were different made you uncomfortable and worried about Wanda's safety.

You had your cloak, and ignoring Strange's instructions, you waited for everyone to be asleep before leaving the dorm, completely invisible in the dark.

Aurors were making rounds through the halls, much more than before. And there were many more wizards, and you didn't know where they seemed to come from.

You thought it best to put a spell on your shoes so they wouldn't make noise, and so you passed through the corridors quietly.

At the portrait door your troubles began.

"Hey buddy, let me in." You warned the painting, which grumbled as it was woken up, squinting and then assuming a stern posture.

"Get out of here, blood traitor!" Retorted the painting causing you to frown.

"Say that again and I will rip you apart!" You angrily warned, but the painting gave a mean little laugh and then began to shout.

"Student out of bed, student out of bed!" His high-pitched voice echoed in the halls, and you hurried to cover your head with your cloak again, feeling your heart race when you heard footsteps approaching through the halls.

You started to run, and only stopped when you were far enough away.

And then you realized where you were again.

You remember the path from your nightmares.

Swallowing hard, you take a step back, but you bump into the wall.

It is the entrance to the dungeon where Agatha took you.

Nothing looks different, you wonder if the ministry even went in there.

You feel your stomach turn, and your heart is racing even more. The memories of what happened come back all at once, but you close your eyes, taking a deep breath and pushing them away.

You are safe.

And you walk away from that corridor quickly, feeling suffocated.

And then you bump into someone, trip over the cloak, and fall to the floor.

"Interesting choice of destination, Miss Stark." Professor Kaecilius comments as you swallow dryly, looking at him while you are still on the floor. He keeps his hands in his pockets."I was hoping for a more mature attitude in your sixth year, but clearly that was a mistaken expectation."

"Sorry, professor, but I'm still sleepwalking." You retort getting up, and are surprised that he gives you a wry smile. You feel nervous then, because he is now so comfortable at Hogwarts that he feels free to laugh at your jokes.

"I should have predicted that you would come back to this place." He then says, looking toward the room for a moment before returning his gaze to you. "If you had asked permission, perhaps I would have conceived."

You clench your jaw, not knowing exactly how to escape this confusion. Professor Kaecilius assumes a stern expression next.

"I don't care for the unruly way that Agatha conducted this school, but I assure you that it will not be the same manner in which I will conduct it." He says and with a flick of his right hand, the fallen invisibility cloak closes and jumps on his arm. You swallow dryly, but say nothing. "Adjusting to the new curriculum will take up most of your routine during this week, but you must learn to value the rules. Your detentions will take place on Saturdays for the next three months."

"Three months?" You exclaim in shock, and Kaecilius sighs.

"Perhaps four would be more appropriate, you have a bad track record."

You bite your tongue, holding back from cursing your teacher.

" Follow me to your dormitory, Miss Stark." Says the professor next, already starting to walk. "We don't want any more incidents, do we?"

The path is silent, but there is a nervous tension.

At the door, Professor Kaecilius turns to you.

"I would sleep now, if I were you, Miss Stark." He warns. "It takes discipline to become a competent witch, and sleep will not be an acceptable excuse for failing your classes."

You frown, but the professor waves, and you walk into the dormitory, the doorframe closing behind you.

Just as you reach your room, Mantis is opening the curtains on her bed.

"Where the hell have you been?" She asks worriedly as you take off your shoes to lie down.

"Wanda." You grumble before throwing yourself onto the mattress, sinking your face into the pillow. Seeing your dissatisfaction, Mantis sits up in your bed, poking you lightly in the ribs.

"What happened?" she asks and you sigh in frustration. When you tell her what happened, she has a mixed expression of concern and annoyance.

"I'm sorry about the cloak." She says. "And well, about the detention too."

"It's okay." You mumble. "I just wanted to see my girlfriend."

"I'm sure she's fine." Mantis says, and seeing your grimace she giggles. "Can't you feel these things? If you're not sensing anything, she's asleep, right?"

You sigh, nodding. Mantis is right. You just miss her, but other than that, you don't have any chills or anything. Wanda is safe.

"Thank you, Mantis." You say shyly, playing with the threads of the pillow. "Sometimes, I don't remember that, and I worry for nothing."

"It's okay." She says. "That's how it is when you love someone."

You smile and Mantis gives you a wink before getting up, and returning to her own bed.

"Now, let's go to sleep please, I'm thinking we're in for a busy week." She comments and you murmur in agreement.

You are afraid that " busy" is not the best adjective to define it.

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Secrets VI (Modern! Ivar/Reader)

A/N: SORRY! This was queued for yesterday (Friday) as I’d be out all day and wouldn't be able to post it myself. As Tumblr keeps not sending me notifications, I didn’t know it wasn’t posted😫. So now I enter tumblr and see that it was still on queue because I am stupid and programmed it for next Friday 😅. So I’m really sorry, but here’s the sixth part of Secrets, I hope you enjoy it and thanks for all the reblogs, comments, likes and messages💞 I’m glad y’all are liking this, and I hope this chapter (is a bit bad) doesn’t disappoint you. I’ll post next part on next Friday and I’ll try to make it more interesting than this one. Thank you for reading!

Inspiration: Griffenholm Confessionals by @akamaiden @laketaj24 @ivarsshieldmadien @ivarswickedqueen

Warnings: Mentions of sex, anxiety and Ivar. I wrote it on different days and that’s why it’s so bad structured, sorry.

Words: 2856 

Catch up here 

gif belongs to @thenorsequeen 

You weren't sure of how much time passed, but you were freezing and you didn't feel your lips when you opened your eyes. The sun was lower than when you stepped outside. 

You unlocked your phone to see the hour, and sighed when you realized you had missed the rest of your classes and it was almost dinner time. 

But, honestly, you didn't want to move. You didn't want to get back in and face Hvitserk... Or worse, Ivar. How many people knew Hvitserk was playing you? Probably everyone. 

You hugged yourself tightly, shivering, cursing the school for making you wear a skirt. 

You were about to close your eyes again, trying not to cry anymore when you heard someone approaching.

Startled, you looked around. It was a boy with dark hair that you'd never seen before. 

"Hi" he smiled at you softly "Are you okay?"

You looked at him warily, and as much as you wanted to answer him so he'd go away, your voice didn't come out. 

"I'm Alfred" he sat next to you, eyeing you a bit worried "Aren't you cold?"

You cleared your throat, wincing when you felt a wave of pain. Great, you had gotten sick.

"Yeah, a bit" your voice was creaked and tiny.

"Why don't you go inside?" He talked to you softly "Go to your room and get into bed, to warm up a bit"

"I can't" you shook your head.

He didn't ask you why, which you were really thankful for. Instead, he took off his jacket and offered it to you. You wanted to tell him no, it was cold and he would freeze, but it looked so warm... You took it, putting it on and smiling back to him.

"Thank you" you muttered, and he smiled "I'm Y/N"

"I know" he chuckled "We have the same classes, I believe... And Elise told me about you. I was at Mythology class when you had to leave, sitting next to her... She was worried and looked for you after, but we couldn't find you... What happened? Are you okay?"

"I... Just a misunderstanding with Ivar Lothbrok" you sighed, shaking your head "I'll talk to Elise later"

"Oh" he nodded "I understand then, Ivar can be... Difficult to dealt with sometimes" 

Alfred was handsome, he had dark brown hair and blue eyes. He looked gentle and nice, and honestly you didn't mind some company after the shitty day you'd had.

"You know him?" 

"We were really good friends a few years ago" he replied, shrugging "I have the honor to say that I am the only one capable of beating Ivar in a chess game"

"What happened?"

"Family business, the Lothbroks put family before everything, even if they want to rip their heads off all the time"

You nodded, not really understanding. 

"So... Are you sure you're okay?" He asked again, tilting his head to one side. 

"Yeah, it was only... A small breakdown" you chuckled "It happens sometimes, but I'm fine, really, just needed some time to myself".

"You shouldn't keep everything to yourself" he said "Maybe you need to get some things out and you'll feel better... And don't let Ivar hurt you"

"Yeah, you're probably right" you looked away, blushing "The problem is... I don't trust anyone enough to tell them everything"

Alfred got up, tending his arm to help you getting up.

"Well, I've always been good listening to others, so if you need a free psychologist, I'll be here for you"

"Thanks" you took his hands, getting up and grabbing his shoulder to steady yourself. 

"Let's go inside, it's dinner time and I'm sure you could use some food"

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"Why did you do that, Ivar?" Hvitserk was fuming, Ivar hadn't seen him that angry since Sigurd crashed his car "Why are you always ruining everything?"

"It's the only thing he can do" Sigurd seemed to find the situation very amusing. 

"Well" Ivar looked at his older brother clenching his jaw "Maybe you shouldn't have played her in that way"

"It's my life, Ivar! My relationship!" Hvitserk punched the wall, making Ubbe flinch and sigh, closing his eyes "And you didn't have the right to ruin it!"

"What relationship, Hvitserk? You say you like her and all of that but you didn't have the balls to actually be with her, you are the one who hurt her, not me"

"Can you two stop yelling?" Ubbe was losing his patience "Let's talk about this like civilized people"

"So why did you do it, Ivar?" Sigurd ignored Ubbe, taking the opportunity to torment his little brother a little bit "Are you jealous?"

Ivar's intense blue eyes glared at him. Of course Sigurd had to say something stupid.

"Jealous of what? I don't need to have girls begging to warm my bed to feel special" he spat.

"Well it's not like there's girls willing to warm your bed, brother" 

"Sigurd, please, don't" Ubbe rubbed his eyes, and Ivar bit his tongue until he tasted blood to avoid answering his brother. Knowing he was right.

Hvitserk growled, throwing his phone to the floor.

"She doesn't pick up her phone" he said angrily.

"If you hadn't fucked Margrethe, she would pick up your calls"

"Fuck off, Ivar!" Hvitserk looked ready to punch him, but Ubbe stood up, standing between them.

"You're acting like fucking children" their older brother seemed to have had enough "You" he pointed to Hvitserk, who glared at him "I told you this would happen, but you preferred to ignore me, don't blame Ivar because you fucked up" Ivar smiled victoriously, but his smiled faded when Ubbe turned around to look at him "But it wasn't your place to tell Y/N, you didn't have the right to humiliate her in that way and whatever happens between her and Hvitserk is none of your business"

Ivar scoffed, looking away. 

"You're better without her anyway" he spoke again, clenching his jaw "Last night, I caught her eavesdropping my conversation with Erik about Aelle's new pet"

"What?" Hvitserk's angry turned into worry in seconds "What did she hear?"

"Not much, the fool dropped her phone and I caught her" he shrugged "But she won't say a thing, I made sure of that"

He nearly smiled, remembering your moans and cute little sounds while he worked his fingers into you to make you forget everything but his name.

"You threatened her?" Ubbe sighed "Gods, I can't leave you alone"

"I need to talk to her" Hvitserk passed a hand through his hair, biting his lip.

"Hvitserk..."

But his brother had already left the room, slamming the door closed. 

Ivar sighed, rubbing his eyes. You wouldn't be so stupid to go back with his brother after all of that, would you?

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Everyone's eyes were fixed on you. It was something quite normal, if you considered the fact that you were wearing Alfred's jacket and he was walking just behind you. He seemed unbothered by the stares, and you supposed he was used to it. 

But you weren't.

You walked over to the table where Elise was sitting, waving at you.

"Well, I think you don't need me anymore" Alfred smiled at you "It was nice meeting you, Y/N, I hope I'll see you soon"

"Thank you, for everything" you smiled back at him.

"My pleasure" he winked at you before turning around and going away to sit at other table full of boys.

"Y/N, where were you?" Elise whispered, frowning while you sat down on your chair "I looked for you, but I couldn't find you anywhere"

"I was outside" you smiled at her "It's okay, I just needed some time" 

"What happened?" She bit her lip, ignoring the confused stares of her friends.

"Ivar happened" you sighed "You were right, Elise, I shouldn't have gotten involved with... That family" you shook your head "I am stupid... I'll tell you more when we go back to the room"

She nodded, biting her lip.

"Well, they don't look like they'd agree with you" she muttered, looking to the Lothbrok's table.

You felt a shiver down your spine, turning your head to find Ivar's cold eyes glaring daggers at you.

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You honestly had hoped you'd make it to the room without running into any Lothbrok. Elise had told you Ubbe and Hvitserk had been looking for you, but you weren't feeling like talking to any of them.

As Hvitserk had disappeared after dinner, you supposed he would be smoking on his room, so you felt confident enough to go to the room all alone. Elise stayed with some friends in the library, but you needed to go to bed.

What you didn't expect was to find Hvitserk just outside your room. 

"Y/N" he sighed, he looked tired "I have been looking for you all day"

"Are you sure?" You pressed your lips together, glaring at him "I thought you'd be looking for Margrethe"

"Y/N, please... Just let me explain"

"You don't have to explain anything"

"I'm sorry, I swear this doesn't change the fact that I like you, Y/N, I really do, and..."

"Hvitserk I am no one's second option" you replied, crossing your arms "I'm not someone you can kiss and flirt with and then fuck someone else, if you want to fuck your brother's girlfriend, go on, but leave me out of it"

"And if I stop seeing her?" 

"I'm not asking you to do that" your voice softened a bit "I don't want you to stop seeing her, if you like her you shouldn't"

"Margrethe is with Ubbe" he replied "And that's not going to change, I can stop seeing her if that means you'll give me a second chance" 

"I..." You sighed tiredly, it was too much for one day "I don't know, Hvitserk, I can't trust you"

"I'm leaving for Copenhagen next week" he said "To take care of some matters in there, I'll be back soon but... If you need time, I can wait until I come back"

"Okay" you agreed "We'll talk then... Good night, Hvitserk”

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You couldn't say you didn't miss Hvitserk. You weren't in love or anything, but he was funny to be with, and you enjoyed his company. 

He left, as he promised, and you grew closer and closer with Alfred. He had something that made you trust him, he was nice and gentle. The opposite of the Lothbroks. 

As the exams were close, you spent your days at the library, studying and reading the required books. Except one.

You had been waiting for days to find the book for Old Norse Mythology, it seemed that all the copies were borrowed and no matter how many days passed, no one gave it back. 

At the sixth day, you lost your patience, and went to the counter where the librarian was always sitting, reading a book and glaring the people who spoke too loud, asking her if she knew who had the copies to ask someone for one. 

She looked bothered by your question, but showed you the list with the names of the people borrowing the book.

"Search for the one that has had the book the longest" she said, looking at her book above her glasses, with a bored tone.

You held back to not roll your eyes, but did what you were told and looked at the first name of the list.

Ivar Lothbrok. 

Lovely.

"And... Can I borrow the book from the second person?" You asked, with a fake smile on your lips.

The woman scoffed.

"Yes, but you have to wait a few more days"

You sighed, giving the list back and thanking her before turning around to walk to the table you shared with Alfred. 

"I have to ask Ivar for the book" you told him, leaving your things on the table and sitting down on the chair, annoyed.

"I'm finishing the fifth chapter" Alfred shrugged "If you don't mind to wait a few more days..."

"I can't, I need to start now if I want to have time for the exam" you shook your head "Don't worry, I'll try to talk to him, and if he's too unpleasant, I'll ask Ubbe to talk to him"

"Do you want me to go with you?" 

"No, that only would make him angrier" you sighed. In those past days you had been witness of the deathly glares that Ivar sent Alfred every time he saw him, or how clenched his jaw in class whenever he answered a question and was praised for it. 

Yeah, it definitely wasn't a good idea.

"I suppose he's in his room, I haven't seen him all day" Alfred smiled kindly at you "And if he's not there, he'll be in the house, out of school"

"I'm going to try his room first" you got up from the chair, grabbing your backpack and your phone and waving at him before going out of the library. 

At least, Hvitserk wasn't there, so it wouldn't be that awkward.

You stopped in front of the door. You were starting to hate that door and the number 994. 

When you knocked, a part of you -a big part of you- hoped there would be no answer, that Ivar wasn't there so you'd have the excuse to go and ask Ubbe to tell him.

As he took his time answering the door, you were starting to breath normally, supposing you were lucky and he wasn't in there. 

But of course you hoped too much.

Ivar looked like he was allergic to shirts whenever he was in his room. It was his room and you understood he wanted to be comfortable, but it was a bit weird and annoying for you to be constantly having to remind yourself to look at him on the eyes. 

"Hi" you cleared your throat, raising your head to look more secure than you actually felt "I came to ask you something"

Ivar didn't answer you, he looked surprised of seeing you there.

"Can I get in?" You asked, feeling anxious in case someone saw you talking to a shirtless Ivar just outside his room.

"Hvitserk is not here" he talked to you with a cold tone that made you flinch. 

"I know" you answered "I need to talk to you"

He rolled his eyes, sighing, but opened the door wider and let you enter the room. 

You shivered when you walked next to him. It sounded weird, but the room smelled like him, and it made you bit your lip to avoid a gasp. 

"What do you want? I'm sure your friend Alfred could help you more than me" he said sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. 

You rolled your eyes.

"You have the book we need to read for Old Norse Mythology" you explained, ignoring him "I need it"

He scoffed. 

"Well, you can go to the library and take another copy"

"There are no more copies" you frowned "You've had the book the longest, so..."

"I need it too"

"You've had time" 

"I haven't"

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. 

"Ivar I don't know what I have done to you for you to hate me so much, but I didn't do it on purpose, I'm sorry if my existence bothers you that much, but I just need that book, and then I won't talk to you again if that's what you want"

Ivar frowned, leaning onto his crutch.

"I don't hate you"

You looked at him, confused, you honestly hoped he started spitting hateful words and kick you out of his room with one of those glares of his. 

You definitely didn't expect him to shrug and tell you that.

"What?"

"I only think that you're immature, stupid, too innocent for your own good and annoying sometimes, but I don't hate you" he smiled wickedly "I don't usually finger people who I hate"

You blushed furiously, glaring at him. 

"You're insufferable" you replied. Ivar laughed, knowing he was getting under your skin. 

"Insulting me won't help you to get that book"

"You started!"

"Oh, I forgot, you're childish too... I understand now why Hvitserk likes you so much"

"You..." You pressed your lips together, approaching him and wanting nothing more than hit him to erase that smug smile off his face "You' are a narcissist, an asshole, and deserve to be alone the rest of your life"

Your chests were almost touching, and you got on your tiptoes to try and look a bit more intimidating... Failing miserably. 

Ivar was still smiling, with his beautiful blue eyes shining with mischief. 

You couldn't help it, you looked to his lips. 

You'd lie if you'd say you didn't want to kiss him right then and there. He was bad for you, he'd hurt you, make you cry and even break your heart more than once. But as he'd said before, you were stupid, and innocent, and you felt way more things standing there, just before him, than you'd ever felt with anyone else. 

He was too much. 

"I'll give you that book" he whispered before leaning in and capturing your lips with his.

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