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rogue-durin-16 · 4 years ago

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THE RIGHT MOMENT

Summary: Y/n and George had been crushing on each other for too long, but neither of them said anything. They both were waiting for the right moment to do it, but with a war upon them, was there really such thing as 'the right moment'?

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

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Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: injuries, blood, implicit beating

A/N: (dis bish long lmao) Idk what is this, I just wanted to do something for George. Bill and Fleur's wedding came to my mind and I was like, ok but what happened after the death eaters arrived? And this came out, so enjoy <3

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I wasn't expecting to see her.

I had heard my mother mention her name whilst talking about the Order, and I knew she had befriended Fleur at the Triwizard Tournament, but seeing her apparate in our yard was... Well, surprising.

"Son, snap out of it!" My father called me out and I corrected my wand movement; I had almost messed up the canopy, and I blamed the way her dress and hair flew with the wind as she approached our home's entrance.

Fred walked to me the moment we had secured everything, glancing at the house before questioning, "am I delirious or that was Y/n?" with a knowing grin and an intent eyebrow wiggle.

As if taking a cue, we saw the girl coming out, now with a borrowed jacket on, making a beeline to us. "I'm... Pretty sure it's her." I replied, giving the girl a smile when she waved. "Morning, lady."

"Morning, gentlemen." Fred then turned around and stepped to her in order to give her a hug. "Long time no see, huh?"

"Indeed." I agreed, following my brother's lead and hugging Y/n; her arms were quick to wrap around my neck and shoulders and squeeze me tight; I would have sworn she let out a relieved sigh. "Fleur invited you?"

"Your mom, actually." Her reply left me puzzled. "I heard your night was... Eventful." She pointed at the bandages covering my ear with a worried look. "How are you feeling?"

"Better than last night." I replied, scratching the back of my neck.

"You sure, Georgie?" It was then that I remembered we weren't alone. "Last night he was feeling Saint-like." Y/n frowned in confusion. "Because he's holey." Fred pointed at his ear just like I had done the night before and I could feel my cheeks burning. "Get it?"

"Oh, no! it's sooo bad!" She laughed at the joke and a smile tugged the corners of my lips. "I think that's the lamest joke you've cracked." She pointed out.

"I know! I told him."

"Okay, I was bleeding out." I defended myself. "I think I'm allowed to crack a lame joke."

"Dunno, George, it was really bad." I threw my head back with a groan at Y/n's teasing. She waved at Fred, who said something about having things to do inside, and when my eyes landed on him over Y/n's shoulder, he mouthed a clear 'go for it'. "Tonks told me about Mad-Eye." She spoke again in a more serious note.

"You said it," the smile vanishing from my face. "Last night was eventful."

"When your mother told me you got hurt, I just... I got really scared." Her anxious words took me aback. "I went straight into the house to see you." The wind made her hair flow again, and I had to put my hands in my pockets to stop myself from tucking that bloody strand that kept getting in her face back behind her ear. "I was so happy you were out preparing stuff and not in there, unconscious in a bed."

"Well, I'm very happy to see you." I replied, my eyes digging into hers to make sure she knew how much I meant that. "Missed tons that smile of yours."

"I missed your lame jokes." I rolled my eyes at her response. Right after, she stepped forward and gently pulled me down; one of her hands holding onto my forearm, steadying her, while the other one cupped one of my cheeks so she could press a kiss to the other. "See you." And with that, she was off to greet the rest.

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"Do it."

"She's talking with Luna."

"Excuses." I puffed tired at Fred's reproach before taking a sip of my drink. "C'mon, you got absolutely nothing to lose."

"My dignity?"

"She fancies you!" I shook my head no. "How many times are you gonna have the opportunity to dance with her, Georgie? Stop being a twit."

"Not yet."

"Oi, have you seen Y/n?" Ron approached us, taking a seat by my side.

"It's the only thing he's seen." I pinched the bridge of my nose, unable to deny what my twin had just said. "Just do it." I groaned. "Okay, I'll do it."

"No!" I jumped up and tugged Fred down in the process. "Alright, I'll go."

READER'S P. O. V.

"Yeah, I was about to—"

I involuntarily let out a squeal when a hand tickled my side. "Hello, ladies." I spun my head to see George behind me. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but may I have this dance?"

Luna replied before I could. "You see, I was wondering how much time it'd take you to ask her." I turned as red as a beetroot; my only comfort was that the towering ginger's face was the colour of his hair. "I think I'm odd man out." She waved us goodbye and headed to see Harry.

"I reckon Luna is way too observant." He spoke, tugging my hand.

"Were you ogling me, Weasley?"

"Maybe." He came to a stop in the middle of the dancefloor and pulled me close. "Couldn't take my eyes off you." He confessed quietly.

As we swayed, I let my forehead land on his chest, savouring what I dreaded would be one of the last precious moments before everything went down.

"George?" He hummed, raising his brows as a prompt for me to talk. I took a deep breath and told myself that what I was going to say mattered little compared to whatever was looming over us. "I've been wanting to tell you this, but I just... Didn't find the right time." Our faces were mere inches away. "But I don't think I'll ever find the right time at this point so—"

I jolted, holding onto George, when a blue volute plunged into the tent; a Patronus.

It was not until Shacklebolt message was ending that I realized George's arms were around me, pulling me flush against his chest.

Both our hearts were hammering violently, and I was sure he could feel mine as clearly as I felt his.

When the Patronus vanished, panic began to spread. I noticed how my own breathing picked up. "Y/n." This time it was George the one calling my name; his whisper sounded so clear compared to everyone else's screams and cries. "If I don't say this out loud, I'll combust—"

"Y/N! GET DOWN!" Tonks's shouts snapped us out of it. We obeyed just in time to see a red hex flying over us, being stopped by Tonks herself.

George and I grabbed our wands and pulled each other back to our feet before joining the Order.

"FREDDIE!"

"LUNA!"

We parted ways, George making his way to reach his twin while I ran to a moderately tipsy Luna, who seemed to be struggling to find her father.

As soon as I made sure she was out of the picture, I jogged to help the twins, casting protection spells against two death eaters.

"STUPEFY!" I managed to take out the one attacking George, and he was quick to stun the one duelling his brother.

"Leave!" George tugged my hand, attempting to get me out of the canopy, his brother quickly rushing to their little sister.

"I'm not leaving!"

"Y/n—" I moved him out of the way to shield us from another hex. "Please— Flipendo!!" I saw another death eater flying away from us. "Shit!" George's hand gripped mine for dear life, making me back off with him to get back in when he realized it was too late for me to leave.

Soon enough it was just the Weasleys, Fleur and her family, Tonks, Lupin and me inside the tent, all back-to-back, surrounded by death eaters.

Corban Yaxley stepped out. "My apologies to disrupt the celebrations." he offered a fake apology to the newlyweds which was equally disgusting and scary. "Let's try by fair means." I knew my knuckles had gone white, given the strength with which I was gripping George's hand. "Where is Harry Potter?" He knew no one would speak. "Aight, by foul it'll be."

I looked around and I saw Molly and Arthur shielding Ginny; Bill and Fleur held onto each other; Lupin and Tonks pulled Fleur's sister and parents behind them; Fred gave a quick look at his twin before moving closer to us.

"Take them inside and register the house."

Soon we were being pushed into the Burrow, a bunch of death eaters before us ready to put all upside down.

We stayed quiet meanwhile, leaving out an occasional 'don't touch that' or a 'there's no need to break that' from Molly and Arthur.

"I reckon you won't find Harry in my grandma's glass cabinet, smart arse." We all turned to Fred, his mother giving him a pleading look.

"Maybe he's between the plates, Freddie," George jumped in, attempting to draw the attention off his brother. "You'll want to check the cutlery too, in case he's now a teaspoon." He suggested to Yaxley with a challenging look.

The death eater tilted his head to the side, as if he had noticed something worth of interest in George. "What happened to you?"

Everyone went livid.

"I fell downstairs." George replied through gritted teeth. His tone was full of what could be easily passed as anger, but by the way his hand was shaking, I reckoned it was fear.

Yaxley seemed to think for a second before turning to two of his mates. "Start with him, then the twin and we'll move on to—"

Before I knew what I was doing, my wand was out and hexing one of the guys that had tried to remove George from us.

"Take their BLOODY WANDS!" Yaxley stalked to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me away. "We'll start with you, miss."

"No! Wait, she doesn't know anything!" George tried in vain to persuade them, pushing through the death eaters in an attempt to get to me. I looked at him and shook my head no, already psyching myself up.

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They were rather quick, and not half as bad as I thought they would be. I was thrown back into the living room with only a shiner and the promise of bruised wrists.

It was enough for George to jump up; not to check on me, though, but to do something as stupid as my impulsive hexing.

"Okay, crippled," three death eaters grabbed him before he could do anything and dragged to the bathroom they had gotten me in. "your turn."

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He looked bad.

Molly was about to throw hands when we saw George leaving the bathroom; a cut on the cheek, a bloody nose, a black eye and by the way he flinched while walking, probably an injured rib.

But the worst was the red pooling the bandage around his head, and the way he was struggling to keep his hand off it.

"C'mon, blabber." It wasn't surprising when Fred willingly approached Yaxley and punched him strong enough to throw him down. "You know-” He got up, motioning at his minions so they would get Fred in. “that just made it worse."

I spared Molly an enquiring look, to which she replied with a nod; in an instant, I was gently pulling George to the settee. "Let me see..." I pursed my lips, tilting his head to the side so I could check his wound. A sigh left my lips, suddenly realizing I couldn't really take off the bandage in front of them. "Can you sit it up?" I whispered only for him to hear.

He nodded, his hand travelling up to mine, which rested on his cheek, to give it a reassuring squeeze. I didn't think twice about how wrong the timing was before leaning in and placing a kiss on his lips.

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

My body moved forward by itself when she pulled back, attempting to chase her lips. I managed to stop myself when I remembered we were surrounded by death eaters and my family was right behind Y/n.

She then gave me a small smile and moved to grab a fresh towel from the kitchen. I caught a glimpse of my family's looks before she came back, ready to clean the blood on my face.

She aided Fred along with my mom; he bore the burnt along with me.

The sun was rising when Yaxley decided to leave. My father rushed to send a Patronus to the trio, and everyone felt a bit of relief and finally scattered through the Burrow. Ginny claimed she would take care of Fred, and she took my twin to our room.

"Now, let's check that." Y/n spoke, standing up so she could remove the damp bandage. "What happened?"

"He threw a punch and—" I hissed when the bandage left my ear, earning a concerned ‘sorry’ from Y/n. "The wound opened. It began to bleed, and they decided to stop." She only nodded, grabbing again the towel, now mildly red due to the blood it had cleaned. "That kiss was too short." I didn't even know how I managed to let that out.

She stopped, her eyes going up and down my body before inquiring, "want another one?"

"Please." She didn't need anything else for her soft lips to return to mines. This time it was one hell of a kiss, but my mouth chased them again when Y/n pulled away, only that this time her lips did return to mines for another short kiss. "Should I ask you on a date?"

"I doubt we'll be able to go on a proper date." We both chuckled; as sad as it sounded, it was true. "You can make me a coffee after I fix this, though."

"Gladly." I replied, my thumb caressing her cheek before bringing her to my lips one more time.

"FINALLY!" We both jumped at Fred's yelling. "It was about fucking time, really."

"Do you wanna get beaten up again?" Y/n harmlessly shoved my shoulder, hiding a laugh. "I just realized," I signalled my black eye and then hers. "We're matching."

"What a lovely way to match, is it not?" She replied, shaking her head with a smile on her face. “Come,” she caressed my cheek before carefully pulling me up. “I saw clean bandages over the sink.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Y/l/n,” her eyes travelled to my brother. “don’t you snog my brother in the lavatory where we just got beaten up.”

“Piss off, Fred.” She responded indifferent, pulling me with her into the bathroom, leaving the door completely open; she probably feared my mother would burst it open at the possibility of us doing inappropriate things in there.

“Yeah, piss off.” I agreed, siting down on the toilet so she could clean the wound. “She can snog me wherever she wants.” I added, muffling a laugh when Y/n cursed us both under her breath. “I’m sorry, love.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, I’m not.” I confessed with an amused grin.

“Why do I even fancy you?” She questioned, faking disappointment in herself.

“I’m very handsome?” I casually suggested, tilting my head for her to wrap the bandage without much difficulty.

“Must be.” She agreed, leaning on to peck my lips. “Now where’s that coffee, sir?”

I got up, leading Y/n to the kitchen and instantly preparing the coffee pot. “It’s gonna be the best coffee you’ll ever taste.” I stated, as if it was a scientifical fact.

“Confident, are we?” she laughed, sitting on the counter besides me.

“Well, my four-year-long crush just kissed me.” I confessed. “So yeah, very.”

“Fred’s right.” I hummed, looking at her with an eyebrow raised as I handed her the coffee. “It was about fucking time.” We smiled at each other, way too widely for two people who had just gotten roughed up. We stayed next to one another in silence, looking through the window; I found the customary landscape particularly beautiful.

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etherealcutefairy · 3 years ago

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Dueling crush

Nymphodora Tonks x gender neutral!reader

Warnings: They are on the duel club, so they may fly away from time to time, well, just one of them will. Mentions of the war.

IF I MISS ANY WARNINGS PLEASE LET ME KNOW

who would you cast as a young Nymphodora? I personally see Emma as Tonks but idk who would you cast?

-880 words

*GIF NOT MINE, CREDITS TO THE OWNER*

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History does not forget, nor forgive, at least not those who end up living to share the story. Every magical family consider it was a must that their kids were well prepared in case the ambition of darkness strike again.

Or at least, that was the idea that y/n’s parents had, definitely seeing how many families broke during the last war, was something that made them worry, that’s why, since a young age, they teach all their kids how to duel, and insisted them to enter the dueling club to keep pulling their abilities.

That was the first meeting of the dueling club, everyone was a little bit shook when they saw you there, you, who always appear to be so calm, fragile, and like someone who rather stays away from fights.

— Have you seen who is in here?

Charlie told Tonks, who raise an eyebrow intrigued by your presence, it was no secret to the redheaded boy, that she had a big crush on you, your mysterious calm vibe was something she just couldn’t stop thinking about

— Mmm maybe they got lost? But man, I don’t care is my perfect opportunity to save them! And made them notice me

— Oh I bet she notice you Tonks, is nearly impossible not to, you are always so loud

Charlie joke as Tonks gave him a funny look that made everyone laugh, but you, who was waiting in silence near the window, god, why were you always so out of her reach?

— Well at least I’m always nice to look at

She said, not intending to sound like a brat, a familiar smirk appear on her face, you were beautiful to look at, and so she had heard, you were also brilliant in your academics, but you seem so quiet and calm she barely approached to you, since she didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, but apparently, call it destiny, the signs had aligned and she got the perfect opportunity to talk to you.

But before the luck turn to be totally in her favor, the teacher enter the room asking for everyone’s attention, but since Tonks was confused about the fact you didn’t leave when it was clear this was the dueling club didn’t pay much attention to the teacher as they were talking maybe you weren’t lost after all

— … and since you seem to be way more advance than the rest of your classmates, considering that you are not paying attention, Nymphadora, come here, you will go first with…

The teacher scanned the room to find the poor victim that will face her, god, she had that big smirk on her face, she will be able to show off in front of you, the day couldn’t go better the teacher call out your name… what?!!

— Y/n Watson, come here, one of my greatest students, I’m so happy you get to join us

Tonks was mortified, she couldn’t show off if YOU were the one she was facing, but she did saw this opportunity as the perfect time to talk to you.

— Don’t worry darling, I’ll go easy on you

She said with a smile full of confidence, and a little flirty wink, that made you smile shortly

— Oh don’t you worry Nymphadora, I’m surely not

You strike back, GODDAMIT,! You were perfect! She was feeling sorry that she was about to kick your ass.

The teacher gave the instruction and the duel begging

— Oh I like that, confidence, that will allow me to have mercy on you angel, at the end of the day, I don’t want to harsh such a pretty face

— Well, I’m not asking for any mercy, I think duels are quite educational, so I will appreciate it if you don’t hold back

The flirting keep going, she didn’t miss the fact that you knew her name, like, she didn’t even like her name that much, but god you could call her whatever you like.

She was on cloud 9 when she was impacted with a clean and powerful flipendo

Making everyone in the room gasp, Charlie did laugh a bit

— An important rule, is to never underestimate your opponent, which will make you automatically lose.

The teacher exclaim with a proud smile on their face as you approach to help Nymphodora up.

— Hope you can keep fighting, darling

You said as you go back to your spot, oh what a lovely box of surprises you were, and a powerful one.

The duel kept going, now on serious matters, and even though she fought her best, she was only able to get to you twice.

It ends with you hitting her with a precise depulso, strong enough to take her out of the duel core but not strong enough to hurt her

— And Watson wins!

The teacher exclaims as your classmates cheer for you, while you have a little smile of embarrassment, after all, you weren‘t used to that much of attention.

You help Nymphodora up.

— You gotta date me!

She exclaims dramatically as she stands up, totally making you blush.

— I’ll think about it when you can defeat me

You whispered completely flustered as you go back to your corner where some of your house friends were. Oh, this was game on, she will defeat you and take you on a date, she was determined.

#nymphadora x reader #reader insert #nymphadora tonks #harry potter fics #post marauders #flirtatious #flirtythirty #harry potter universe #potterhead #mauraders

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bubblefina · 3 years ago

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King of hearts chapter 13

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Summary: Reader and Tom meet during their years at Hogwarts, but as the years pass a rivalry grows between the two of them, which leads from soft beginnings to tragic endings.

“Admiring his devilishly good looks as that heart of yours beats faster every time he says your name?” Tom adds, making your cheeks heat up.”

Pairings: Tom x f!reader

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Chapter 13- A duel

A week later, Hogwarts managed to be rebuilt, with new additions along with it. Now that the school was able to function again, students were allowed to return to their everyday classes. With the rebuilding came new rules and regulations. Apparition on Hogwarts grounds is forbidden, no student or professor can apparate to or from Hogwarts. Hogsmeade trips for third years and above are cancelled until December. Aurors would patrol the grounds and beyond until Christmas break, ensuring the safety of the school.

The DADA classes introduced dueling clubs to second years and above, for the purpose of teaching more advanced defense techniques against the dark arts, along with dueling in general. The first meeting took place during a Thursday evening, just before dinner was starting. Professor Merrythought along with the charms professor, professor Elms, worked together to begin the club and allow for demonstrations.

The professors were the first to duel, using spells like expelliarmus, protego, and finite. They picked and allowed students to volunteer to duel each other. No nasty jinxes or spells are allowed during the duel, the professors didn’t want the students to greatly hurt each other. As the duel went on, people like Abraxas fought Tom, Lucy fought a Hufflepuff boy and lost against him.

As the professors praised the students who fought, they also looked to the crowd of students for other participants.

“Shall we have someone from Ravenclaw join the duel, miss l/n?” Professor Merrythought looked towards you.

“Me?” you pointed towards yourself.

Merrythought nodded and motioned you to join her on the stand, “Professor Elms tells me that you excel in his charms class, I’m sure you’ll do well in this duel.”

Professor Elms called up the last person you wanted to see, Lela Selwyn. She walked to the stand with her smug face and brought out her wand.

“A Slytherin versus a Ravenclaw, this shall be an interesting match.” Elms spoke as both him and Merrythought walked off of the stand.

“Now remember, no dirty tricks, this will be a fair match, wands at the ready.” Merrythought said.

Both you and Lela brought out your wands and held them to your face.

“Careful now, l/n. Wouldn’t want you falling off the stage.” Lela said, an evil smirk plastered across her face. A few Slytherins started to chuckle at her comment.

“I’ve told you before, Selwyn. Next time I fall, I’m bringing you down with me.” You set your wand down and turned to walk away from her, after walking 10 steps you turn around and point your wand at her in an offensive stance.

“On the count of three, cast your charms to only disarm your opponent, no nasty jinxes of any kind.” Merrythought instructed.

“One”

“Two”

“Flipendo!”

Lela pointed her wand at you, blue light erupted from it, casting its way at you.

“Finite!” you shot a spell back, the mixture of red and blue light erupting from both of your wands caused a small explosion, causing you to step back a few feet. You looked at Lela with furrowed brows.

“The professor said we had to disarm our opponent, not knock them backwards, or can you not understand simple instructions Selwyn?” your hand gripped at your wand, visibly irritated.

“Miss l/n is right Miss Selwyn, the point of this demonstration is not to harm our opponents, it is to disarm them. Please try again.”

Lela looked as if she hadn’t been paying attention, rolled her eyes and turned to walk 10 steps away to regain her position, you did the same.

The countdown began again, and this time you were the one who shot a spell first.

“Expelliarmus!” you waved your wand and pointed it at Lela, knocking her wand out of her hand.

“Excellent miss l/n. Now, the both of you may continue with your duel with more spells that are in your inventory, but remember, no nasty ones. Please begin.”

After the next countdown ended, the both of you lifted your wands, ready to cast the next spell that came to mind.

“Relashio!” Lela shouted at you. You managed to dodge the spell by kneeling to the ground.

“Impedimenta!” you tried to slow down Lela’s movement, but she countered it again.

“Levicorpus!” the spell had hit you. Your ankle hoisted into the air as you flung upside down, flailing to get control again. Your uniform skirt began to fall to the rules of gravity, but thank Merlin you decided to wear stockings underneath today.

“Liberacorpus!” you chanted the counter curse for the spell Lela was using and landed back on the ground with a thud. She wanted to play dirty by using spells that wouldn’t necessarily cause harm, but were still a pain in the ass. The professors, who seemed to be invested in the duel, seemed like they didn’t care about what spells were being used, so you decided to use some special spells underneath your sleeve against the person you despised the most.

“Saltu Caeli!” a vaulting charm of some sort was cast out of your wand, it flung Lela into the air for a few seconds before you could cast your second charm, “Incarcerous!” Ropes had wrapped themselves around Lela, who was still in the air, and brought her down to the floor with a bang. A few gasps were heard amongst the crowd, and a few claps as well.

Lela, who looked a bit flushed, reached for her wand and undid the ropes, got up and pointed her wand at you. You didn’t know what she was going to cast next, but you had Finite ready just in case.

“Incendio!” a burst of flames came your way, but you had countered it, and when you could finally look at Lela again when some smoke subsided, she had this crazy look in her eyes.

“Stupefy!” another spell shot at you, but again, you managed to counter it.

“Expelliarmus!” you tried to disarm Lela before she could use another spell against you, but she dodged it and prepared for another spell.

“Serpensortia!” Lela let out another spell, a black looking snake conjured itself from her wand and landed on the dueling table. A few gasps were heard around the room. You took a step back as it slithered towards you, baring its teeth.

Shooting a spell at it wouldn’t do it any good, if the snake managed to survive it would become even more irritated and attack you even faster. The situation you were in felt all too familiar as well.

The professors took notice of the live snake on the dueling table and pushed through students to get to it. While they were making their way towards the table, the snake came closer and closer to you.

“Vipera Evanesca.” Merrythought had cast a spell towards the snake and walked onto the stage in front of you.

“Miss Selwyn, what are you thinking about bringing a snake to a duel? A venomous one at that, 15 points from Slytherin, take your seat,” Merrythought turned towards you, stern look on her face, “Take your seat please.” you were guessing that she wasn’t impressed with the actions you took either.

You gulped as you headed back to the Ravenclaw section. The fellow Ravenclaw students gave you a pat on the back and said that it was okay and that they were glad you stood up for yourself in the duel.

After the dueling club ended, the students were dismissed for dinner.

You met up with Azalea and Melissa, who decided to sit out on the dueling club to do things for their other classes. Of course, in a friendly fashion, you decided to tell them about your duel.

“She shot a snake at you?” Melissa said, choking on her potatoes.

“Don’t choke, madam Crafince is a bit too busy to deal with you if you collapse.” Azalea said.

“Yeah she did. Luckily, Merrythought made it disintegrate. I really hate her, you know, Lela.” you said as you cut into your food.

“In my opinion, I think she was getting mad at the fact that you were getting the upper hand and started to play dirty.” Azalea said.

“That's what I thought, too. I’m just glad I’m not the one that lost 15 points from my house.”

“Don’t worry, knowing them, Slytherin will gain them back in some way.” Melissa snorted.

“Did you get the chance to visit Naomi today?” you asked them.

“Azalea did, I had to help Utonell with her plants in Herbology.” Melissa replied.

“She’s still the same. They managed to heal all of her external injuries, but she hasn’t woken up yet. I hope she’ll be okay.” Azalea ripped apart a bread roll with her fingers.

“I’m sure she’ll be okay, most of the students that were knocked out are waking up, it won’t be long before she does too.” you reassure a worried Azalea who looked like she was about to ruin her dinner by squeezing the rest of it.

After returning to your dorm later that night, you collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion. You felt something tingle your arm and looked down, Orion had made her way onto your palm. You picked her up gently and began talking to her.

“I’m glad you’re nothing like that nasty snake I had to face today Orion,” you coo to her, rubbing circles on her head, “I never want to see Lela again, but I have almost 5 more years with her.” You placed Orion on her small pillow and fed her some snake food before you went to the girls' lavatory to take a shower and change into your pajamas.

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The next morning, you had gotten an owl from your dad about some big news that had occurred back home.

Dear Y/N,

My sweet girl, I have big news. Your mother and I have learned that we are expecting a new member to this family! Your mother is around two months pregnant, and we are all so happy, and I hope that you will be when you get this owl. I hope to see you this Christmas, so we can rejoice as a family for this miracle.

Love, dad. ♡

You dropped the note onto your toast, it being smeared with some butter.

“What’s wrong?” Azalea asked, swallowing her cereal quickly, worried at your shocked appearance.

“My mom’s pregnant.” you whispered, cleaning the butter off of your letter.

“Really? That’s wonderful, y/n! Congratulations. Why don’t you look happy?” she asks.

“I am happy, I guess. It’s just that I never had the best relationship with my mom, so I don’t know how I should feel.” you tucked the letter into your robe and began to eat.

“What do you mean by ‘the best relationship with your mom’?” Azalea asked.

“Ever since I started doing magic, she’s just been acting weird. We’ve been getting into more fights, so I don’t know if I’m fully happy about this.”

“I understand, I remember when my parents divorced my mom and I used to not get along either, hence why I moved to Spain with my dad, but it got better. I’m sure you’ll make a great big sister to your new sibling.” Azalea gave you a hopeful smile, which lifted your spirits enough for you to stomach your breakfast.

Your classes for that day were plain. Barely focusing on what you were learning, your thoughts were all focused around the news in that letter. You didn’t think that your parents even wanted another child, they seemed pretty content with two kids. In the end you decided not to send an owl back to your dad, they’d see you at Christmas anyway, which is only a month away.

After classes had ended, you spent the day in the Ravenclaw common room on the sofa near the fireplace, blankly staring at the potions book in your hand. Slughorn said that he was planning on making a healing potion during the next class, and advised the students to study up on the ingredients used in the potion.

Trying your best to concentrate on your book, your eyes skimmed over the words, not absorbing any of the information. The crackling of the fire popped in your ears, making it that much harder to focus. It was snowing outside, so studying out in the courtyard was out of the picture. You reached for the letter inside your robe and pulled it out to read it again. It was only your dad that had written to you, not even your own mother could write a sentence to you. After staring at the letter for a few more seconds, you reached over to the fire and threw the letter upon the open flame, its edges instantly turning black and falling apart.

Tomorrow is Saturday, you closed your book. Potions is on Monday, you had two days to review the material, no point in reading if you won’t learn anything. Putting your book back in your dorm, you head out into the halls of Hogwarts, hoping to find a distraction from all the thoughts that roamed your head.

The snow had been finding its way inside the cloisters of the halls. While walking, you looked at the floor, bumping into many people on the way, mumbling apologies whenever you could. All of a sudden, you full on ran into someone that had books in their hands, their books falling to the floor. The thud of them dropping snapped you out of your trance, and you looked to see it was Solomon that you had bumped into.

“I am so sorry, Solomon!” you said as you bent down to pick up the books along with him.

“Don’t worry about it, y/n, but I have to ask, most people look ahead when they’re walking, so why are you looking at the floor?” he asked, his Gryffindor scarf covering his mouth.

“Something has just been bothering me all day, I can’t shake it out of my head.” you said, handing back two of his books.

“Care to talk about it? I have nothing better to do, and you look like you might run into someone not as forgiving as me if you continue walking like this.”

“Yeah, I think I do need to talk about it.”

You told Solomon about the letter and why you felt the way you did, and the fact that your mom didn’t even bother writing to you either.

“Your mother hates magic, correct?” he asks.

“Seems like it.”

“Perhaps, there’s a part of you that is fearing that this child will be used to replace you in some way. Your younger brother hasn’t shown any signs of magic, which results in him being spoiled by your mother, while you’re left to the side.”

“I never thought of it that way. Some part of it is true, I guess. I did get a little jealous when my mom started paying more attention to my brother after I started doing magic, but I never thought she’d try to replace me.”

“Remember that it is in your head, y/n. You are the type of person that can never be replaced, by anyone. I can see that you will be a wonderful big sister to your unborn sibling. If that child should be magical, you’ll be a wonderful magical tutor as well. Even if your mother doesn’t show you the same love she once did, you still have others that will.” Solomon stepped away from the spot the both of you were sitting at and pulled out his wand. He waved it around and conjured a small cup and filled it with what smelled like hot chocolate.

“Here, to cheer you up. Try not to run into any more people, things will get better, bye now.” He picked up his books and started walking to the other side of the hall, leaving you with the cup of hot chocolate in your hand. Taking small sips of the drink, you made your way across Hogwarts, feeling a little better now, the chocolate was definitely helping.

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That Monday, madam Crafince had informed you that Naomi had awoken in the hospital wing. After classes, you accompanied Azalea and Melissa to the Hospital wing, eagerly waiting to see Naomi, who had been in a coma for almost a week. When you finally gained sight of her, she looked frail and weak. Her once shining blond hair was now a pale yellow color, and her blue eyes seemed gray.

“Hey, how’ve you been?” Melissa asked as she put her hand upon Naomi’s.

“I’ve been better…what happened?” Naomi asked, her voice very coarse.

“Grindelwald's acolytes attacked the school. From what we heard, the first attack was in the tower you were in, you were unconscious for about a week.” you explained to her.

“Did you guys make it out okay?” Naomi asked.

“Me and Azalea made it out with a few injuries, but y/n had a bunch of debris fall on top of her, luckily Tom Riddle was with her, he helped her out.” Azalea told her.

“The Tom Riddle?” Naomi sounded a bit shocked when she heard what Azalea had said.

“He’s not the worst person to be stuck with, I could have been with someone who was much worse.” you shrugged your shoulders and laughed.

The four of you talked as much as you could, but were informed by Crafince that Naomi needed lots of rest before she could be able to take in deeper conversations. The three of you left the Hospital wing, Azalea had unfinished homework and Melissa had to help professor Utonell with her plants again. You on the other hand went to the courtyard. It was still snowing, but it fell very slowly and lightly, good enough for you to walk around.

While looking at the snow falling, a small flower blossom fell between your feet. You picked it up with your gloved hand, wondering where it could have come from.

“I messed that up.” you heard someone groan behind you.

Turning around, you were greeted by a flushed looking Archer.

“Mess what up?” you ask him.

“I meant to conjure you a small rose but all that came out was a small blossom, saw you looking down for the past few days, thought it would help.” he shrugged his shoulders and laughed, so did you.

“It wasn’t a total mess up, I enjoyed the thought.” you place the blossom gently into your winter coat, walking over to Archer.

“What brings you to this part of the school?’ you ask him.

“I have a few minutes before quidditch practice, so why not talk to my favorite person?”

“I’m your favorite person?” you ask him, heart on your chest in an act of surprise.

“No, I thought Marcus Diggory would be here, but he’s not.”

You punched him in the chest, and he started to laugh again, which made you cheer up.

“You have quidditch practice even when it’s snowing?” you ask him.

“Even in the toughest conditions, the captain isn’t going to go easy on us just because the weather is changing.”

“Brutal, makes me want to rethink joining next year.”

“C'mon, I'll have fun knocking you around during our matches together, it’ll be great.”

“Yeah for you, I don’t want to fall off my broom ever again.” you began to laugh again.

“Okay, fine, but it will still be a load of fun, but I have to go before the captain sees that I’m missing, catch you later, y/n.” he waves you goodbye, and you watch him run back to the hallway, a small smile plastered onto your face.

“If you continue to stare any longer, you might burn a hole in the back of his neck.”

The sudden voice behind you makes you jump back.

“Who- what- ugh, don’t do that, Riddle!” you say as you whack him with your scarf.

“Okay, then don’t abuse me with your scarf.” he says as he seizes the fabric between his hands.

“Give it back, my neck is cold,” you mumble, quickly wrapping your neck again as he lets it go, “And I was not staring, I was simply…” you couldn’t think of a word, so you stayed quiet.

“Admiring his devilishly good looks as that heart of yours beats faster every time he says your name?” Tom adds, making your cheeks heat up.

“Why are you here anyway, usually you’re tucked away behind some book.” you say, fixing your outfit.

Tom pulls out a book behind his back, and you roll your eyes.

“I heard that your blonde friend has woken up.” he says, putting his hands behind his back.

“Yeah she did, I visited her not too long ago, she doesn’t look the best, barely remembers what happened.” you sat down near a small well and Tom continued to stand.

“The hospital matron will deal with her, and if she doesn’t get better, she may be transferred to St Mungos.”

“Speaking of, why were you staring at the window during the attack?”

“Curiosity. I was looking at the destruction the acolytes were causing, how simple it was for them to apparate here and destroy the castle as if it were nothing, how easy it was for them to corner students, knock them unconscious and stir worry into their hearts.”

“God, you’re so morbid Riddle, is there anything peaceful in that brain of yours?” you ask him.

“I could ask you the same thing, you were bumping into so many people on Friday I thought you’d bump into a wall and be knocked unconscious like your friend.”

You went quiet, Tom took notice of this and stepped closer.

“Did I hit a nerve?” he asked, a little smug.

“None of your business.” you crossed your arms and looked away from him.

“I didn’t get the chance to tell you, but you did well during the duel with Selwyn, a shame that I didn’t get to fight you and had to waste time with Malfoy.” he rolled his eyes at the last statement, which made you breathe out a small laugh.

“If I recall, we did a duel, and I knocked you onto your ass. Maybe we will duel seriously in the distant future, but I won't go easy on you.”

“Neither will I.”

“Speaking of, why didn’t you talk to the snake that was conjured in the duel, you could have easily stopped it.”

Tom sighed, “I don’t like showing that ability in the public, so please, never speak of it.”

You shrugged your shoulders and sat up from the well, “I’m going to go back inside for some hot chocolate, care to join me?” you extended your hand to him, which he looked at with a raised brow.

“No, thank you, I’ll be heading back to the Slytherin common room.”

“You’re trading in hot cocoa with me for the Slytherin common room? C'mon, Riddle, raise your standards.” you take back your hand and follow Tom as he walks back to the hallway. You were kind enough to say bye, but he didn’t return the gesture.

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Spells used in the duel: ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

Exeplliarmus: disarming charm

Relashio: releases the target's grip

Impedimenta: hinders movement of the target

Levicorpus:causes victim to be hoisted into the air by their ankle

Liberacorpus: counter to Levicorpus

Saltu Caeli:(I made the name up, but the charm is real) vaulting charm, flings opponent into the air

Incarcerous: binds target in ropes

Incendio: conjures flames

Stupefy: stunning spell

Serpensortia: snake summoning spell

Vipera Evanesca: snake vanishing spell

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selfwriting-sugarquills · 4 years ago

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Something more infinite (George Weasley x reader)

Description: You and George Weasley were not friends, in fact you were sort of enemies. Since your third year at Hogwarts, you’d been enthralled in a feud that consisted of constant teasing and ruining each other’s plans. A more wise person would probably say that it would be wiser to stay away from each other, but where’s the fun in that?

Chapter 1: Now shake hands and be friends.

Chapters: 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 (final) |

Word count: 1.3K

Warnings: None.

You had been called many things already at the age of 13, though the words had ranged from menace from your father, to little shit by your cousins to devil by your mother they had always been said with a shake of the head and a grin. Sure, you were a lot, even you could see that but you weren’t truly terrible. Your high energy and affinity for pranks made you fun and lovable, at least in your youthful opinion. Hogwarts had been a blessing, it was like your private playground where you could lay out as many pranks as possible and thanks to the vastness of the castle’s twisting corridors, you would sometimes first see the results days later, like a sort of belated present from you to yourself. This was going well so far, you hadn’t been caught yet at least, even three years into your education at the castle. Well, actually it had been going well. Someone had recently taken to dismantling your traps, and you’d have to go back to check them, only to find them ruined (most often with the prank products themselves missing and not a single victim in sight). At first you’d suspected Filch had become too good at sniffing out your traps but you figured Filch would confiscate everything he found, without leaving behind whatever you’d used to set it all up. After almost two months without a single successful prank, you were more than livid; after all, pranks took time and just as much brains as it took a sense of humor, how could anyone just ruin your hard work?!

So when you found the culprits you were ready to hex them into a jelly right then and there. The problem was that you were in transfiguration and you couldn’t just leap over the desk at the ginger boy and try to land a good hex without earning yourself detention for weeks.

The ginger boy in question was George Weasley, not to mention his twin Fred, but for some reason, George was the one who annoyed you the most, perhaps it was the fact that he was the one who, mid laugh, admitted to not only dismantling your dungbomb trap but to reusing it on someone else... or perhaps it was just because he was sitting right next to you when he said it,

“Honestly it’s on them, Fred, they shouldn’t be leaving their stuff around if they don’t want others to make good use of it,” he says, snickering with his twin and Lee Jordan as the twins recount how they used your dungbombs to prank a ravenclaw prefect,

“It was you!” you say quietly but the anger in your voice is loud and clear, your hand clenched around your wand. George Weasley’s head whips round to face you, his smile fading as he notices your frown,

“Yeah?” he says, a hint of a laugh still present in his voice, “Why?” he asks, and it only takes a short moment and a very pointed scowl from you for him to realise the exact answer to his own question,

“oh,” he says quietly before a smile erupts on his face, “sorry ‘bout that,” he says, clearly not sorry. “Sorry’s not going to do it, you ruined my stuff,”

“We just repurposed it into something better, I don’t see how that’s wrong,”

“You don’t see how stealing is wrong?”

“It’s not exactly stealing if you leave it lying ‘round the castle free for anyone to take,”

“I didn’t leave it lying around! They were traps, they were supposed to be there!” you say, heat rising to your cheeks as anger bubbled inside you, but George doesn’t seem to take your rising temper into account as he shrugs and says, “Well maybe learn to set up better traps then, if you don’t want us to find them,” before turning back to his friends. It takes everything in your power not to hex him but it’s easier to play the petty game. The transfiguration class in question is on the subject of turning mice into snuffboxes, though George, Fred and Lee were more occupied with playing with the mice, as George picked his up, blissfully ignorant mid his conversation with Lee, you casually point your wand at the small white mouse sitting on his open palm, a simple stinging jinx would do, you think and quietly mutter the incantation.

“Ouch!” The reaction is quick, but effective as the mouse lets out a quick squeak as if it had been bit and promptly bites George’s thumb before wiggling out of his grip, George winces and withdraws his hand, while Lee and Fred laugh at his expense. He turns to you and you put on an innocent face, trying to look unknowing while a smile tugs at your lips.

“Hey!” he says holding his bitten thumb with his other hand, “that was uncalled for!”

“What was?” you play dumb, he scowls at you before grabbing his own wand, the jab hits you in the side like a bee sting and you yelp, before quickly retorting the same jinx back at him who grabs at his face like it’s been slapped while Fred and Lee are in stitches behind you both, clearly the stinging jinx isn’t enough for you both as it only takes second before you resolve to using oppugno on him, sending your successful snuffbox flying into his face while he uses flipendo on you. You cry out in a mix of anger and hurt as you land on the floor, already preparing mentally to cast the next charm when your wand is blasted out of your hand by Professor McGonagall, who looks positively furious. Thankfully, she turns to George first,

“Mr Weasley!” she bellows, causing George to wince, “What exactly do you think you’re doing? I’m well aware of you and your brother’s affinity for practical jokes but using flipendo on a fellow student is below even yourself-”

“But she started it!” he points at you, his hand cupping the cheek that you pelted the snuffbox at,

“I do not care who started it,” McGonagall cuts back in, “this kind of behavior is not tolerated in my classes, as you should be well aware of as this is your third year at this school, I will be taking 10 points from you both for resorting to using hexes rather than talking to each other like the sophisticated wizards you’re supposed to be, and I’ll see you in my office after classes today, Mr Weasley. Now shake hands,” She says,

“What?!” You and George both exclaim exchanging looks of disgust and horror, McGonagall crosses her arms across her chest, “I won’t be entertaining measly feuds in my classroom; shake hands and agree to be on friendly terms again,” George glowers at you and you return the look. Your hands meet briefly, clasping tightly around each other before shaking once and releasing as if the other’s skin had burned your own. He ignores you for the remainder of the lesson, but scowls at you out the corner of his eye whenever Fred and Lee break into uncontrollable fits of giggles. You’re on your way out the door when a hand grabs at your shoulder, turning you around, you shoot him a mildly annoyed glance before pointedly averting your eyes to McGonagall who’s erasing the notes from the lecture off the board with a motion from her wand, he follows your look and removes his hand,

“You know, it really was uncalled for,” he says,

is this his attempt at getting you to apologise? if so, it’s not working. You put on the same sly smile, putting a hand on his shoulder,

“Maybe you should learn to do better jinxes next time, if you don’t want to be caught,” you say, parroting his phrasing from earlier and his eyes darken as he recognises his own, albeit twisted, words. Your smile widens. You turn on your heels and practically skip down the hall. That was when you decided: You were going to hate George Weasley for the rest of your life.

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fandomsfeelsandfanfics · 5 years ago

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Trainee/// Sirius Black x Reader

SUMMARY: Sirius is training a new member of the Order for an upcoming mission. No matter how well his trainee performs Sirius seems to be relentlessly hard on them. Soon they find out it may have more to do with just training.

WORD COUNT: 4,500ish

WARNING(S): age gap, a lil cussing here and there

A/N: long time no see! I’m not dead I swear, I left kind of abruntly but it definitely was not a permanent leave. I am back and I certainly can’t promise I’ll be as active as I was, but I’m taking it one day at a time and I’ve got a lot of ideas I’d like to write so let’s see what happens.

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“Again,” Sirius commanded. You groaned loudly, letting your hand fall back to your side. For what seemed like hours, you had been in a large study on one of the upper levels of Grimmauld Place with Sirius, practicing combat spells.

You turned to look at him. His face was fixed in a stern, unreadable expression. He slowly turned towards you and pointed at the dummy at the far end of the room. “Again.”

Taking a deep breath, you turned your attention back to the dummy. You raised your wand to eye level and cast. “Flipendo.” The dummy was knocked back a few feet, but otherwise remained upright.

You looked back at Sirius, expecting some type of reaction. He crossed his arms. “Again. Harder.” You shook your head slightly and shifted your eye back to the dummy. No matter how well you did, he seemed to only put more pressure on you.

“Flipendo.” The dummy moved back a few more feet.

“Again.”

Your hand fell against of your side in a fist once more. “This is ridiculous!”

Sirius walked over to you. He loomed over you about a foot and it was noticeable. But in the mood you were in, you weren’t the slightest bit intimidated. You looked him directly in his eye.

“I said again.” He walked around you until he was standing directly behind you. You could feel his chest firmly pressed against your back. His hand wrapped around your wrist and raised your hand. He gently tilted your hand until your wand was pointing at the dummy.

He leaned down closer to you and you could feel his breath fanning against the back of your neck. “And this time with less mouth, hmm?”

His hand left you wrist as he stepped away from you. You focused all your energy on the dummy. Gripping your wand as tightly as you could, you let all the magic you could flow out of you. “Flipendo!” The dummy catapulted through the air, landing with a crash against the wall.

You turned excitedly towards Sirius with a self confident smile on your face. His lip involuntarily quirked up slightly. He couldn’t help but smile at how proud you were.

“That’s better. Let’s try again.” He walked past you and your shoulders fell in defeat. You watched him set the dummy back up. When he was finished, he motioned toward it, waiting for you to fire a spell.

As he watched you stand there silently, his eyebrows narrowed. “Well, come on then.”

“No.”

He looked taken aback for a minute. His mouth fell open slightly in shock but quickly he regained composure. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“(Y/N)...” You could sense the warning tone in his voice. Typically, you wouldn’t have been as willing to test him, but today you were in the mood to argue.

“Sirius,” you replied firmly.

He took a step closer to you. “You’re being a brat.”

“And you’re being an arsehole.”His face went completely blank. You couldn’t register any shock or even anger. That was until he tilted his head slightly and suddenly, you could see a fire in his eyes.

An apology nearly escaped you, but before you said anything could his wand was out. “Relashio.” Your grip on your wand loosened and it fell to the ground, hitting your foot.

"Sirius,” you grumbled, leaning down to reach for your wand.

“Ventus.” You had to duck to avoid his spell. He stared down at your angry face and shrugged nonchalantly, taking another step toward you.

“Titillando.” It wasn’t a particularly powerful spell, it was a hex school children used on one another. It hit Sirius squarely in the chest but didn’t seem to have any an effect.

“Can we use adult spells now,” Sirius asked condescendingly.

If you weren’t already furious by that point, his tone would’ve changed that. “Fine,” you replied through clenched teeth. “Colloshoo.” Sirius countered the hex and continued to advance toward you.

“Better.” He came toward you rapidly, firing spell after spell. You tried your best to defend yourself and attack him simultaneously, but he was good and most of his spells hit you.

You backed away from him as quickly as he came toward you but then your back hit a wall. In your moment of confusion and desperation, he cast Expelliarmus. Your wand glided through the air before he caught it in his free hand and threw it over his shoulder.

He was only a few feet from you now. He let his hand relax around his wand now that you were defenseless and took the last few strides up to you. He pressed his wand against your temple and brought his hand up, wrapping it around your neck. His grip on your neck didn’t hurt, he just wanted you to be aware that it was there.

You stared down at the ground in defeat. "Look at me.” When you didn’t obey, he used his hand that held his wand to tilt your head upward by your chin. “Now let’s say I’m a Death Eater and if I manage to get this close to you, what do you think happens next?” He lifted his eyebrow in question and you looked away. “So, would you like to get back to practicing then?”

You jerked your head away from his touch. He took a step back from you and you stormed past him, making a point to bump into him on your way past. “I’m done today.”

“Yes, I believe you are.” He let you leave without another word.

You slammed the door shut behind you and made your way down the stairs to the main floor. The house was nearly full at this point with Order members preparing for today’s meeting. You walked past a few people on your way to the dining room, mumbling greetings as you went.

You sulked through the door of the dining room. On the far end of the table were Charlie and Bill, who you sat next to wordlessly.

“(Y/N),” Charlie greeted. You nodded your head in his direction. “How’s training going?”

You gave him a false smile. “Couldn’t be better.”

“So that slamming door wasn’t you then,” Bill chimed in.

“Oh no, it was me.” You threw your head back against the chair with a sigh. “It’s just Sirius. He’s so damn hard on me all the time and no matter what I do it doesn’t seem to be enough.”

“Hm, maybe he has a thing for you,” Charlie replied. You laughed slightly.

“Oh, please. And anyways, if he does he has a hell of a way of showing it.”

“Look.” Bill pointed over your shoulder and you turned to see what he was talking about. Sirius stood in the doorway of the room quietly talking to Remus. They looked over at you after something Sirius had said. When they saw you staring back at them, Sirius put his hand on Remus’s shoulder and led him into the hallway.

“What do you reckon they’re on about?” There was no doubt they were talking about you but you hadn’t the faintest clue why. You shrugged, not truly caring anyways.

Remus and Sirius came back into the room at the beginning of the meeting. Sirius took a seat next to you and you tried very hard not to look at him, although, you could tell he was looking at you.

“(Y/N),” he murmured. You finally looked over at him. He opened his mouth only to close it again. This happened a few times, as if he were trying to find the words to say.

He never got the chance to say anything at all. Remus started the meeting and Sirius cleared his throat and turned away without a word.

The meeting droned on and you hardly paid attention as Remus discussed the details of previous missions. You spent your time wondering what Sirius had wanted to say to you. When Remus started talking about the upcoming Order mission, you perked up in your seat.

This was the first mission you were going to go on. You’d been waiting for this and you were incredibly excited. You wouldn’t have been spending every afternoon for the past month in this gloomy house trying to impress the grumpiest man in the world, if you hadn’t really wanted.

“As previously discussed, going on this mission will be me, Sirius, Bill, and our newest Order recruit, (Y/N).” You beamed with pride at the mention of your name. “However...” your face sunk slightly and you leaned forward in your seat, wondering what he would say next. You looked over at Sirius, who was determinedly not meeting your eye, and then back to Remus who looked almost sad. “Sirius and I have discussed the matter and based on the progression of your training, we think it’s best that you don’t come along for this mission, (Y/N).”

Your eyebrows drew together and you stood from your seat. “What?”

“(Y/N),” Sirius whispered. He grabbed your wrist, trying to pull you back into your seat. You ripped your arm away from his grasp.

“This isn’t fair.”

“I understand, but perhaps, next time.” Remus and Sirius both shared the same apologetic smile. You shook your head in disbelief. You pushed your chair back, retreating from the table.

“(Y/N),” Sirius called after you. You ignored him, throwing the doors open and leaving the room. Sirius turned back to the rest of the Order, smiling awkwardly. “I’d better go check on her.”

He scrambled from his seat and raced after you. By the time he was had entered the hallway, you were well on your way to the next story of the house. “(Y/N)!”

You spun around toward him. “That’s bullshit,” you yelled. He stood at the foot of the staircase, not quite knowing what to say.

He was momentarily distracted by whispering from above him. He turned his head upward, spotting Harry, Hermione, and a gaggle of red headed children. You followed his eye and spotted them as well. Quickly, they all ducked out of sight.

“Would you mind if we talked in private,” Sirius finally said.

You crossed your arms. “Alright.”

Sirius came up the stairs. When he reached you, his arm came out and nearly wrapped around your shoulder. You glared at him and he quickly shoved his hand in his pocket. He led you up the stairs and down the hall you knew led to his room. He held the door open for you. He entered after you and shut the door.

“Listen,” he said rather calmly.

“No. You listen, I’ve been working my ass off for over a month! A bloody month! I’ve been working hard just so I can go on this damn mission and then last minute you tell Remus that you haven’t “deemed me worthy”? You’re an arsehole.” You stormed over to him, poking him squarely in the chest.

“I understand that you’re mad-”

“Mad,” you interrupted. “I’m downright furious! Because it’s never enough for you, no matter what I do you’ll never be happy.”

“I think you’re a damn good witch! Okay? So, let’s clear that up right now. You’re a fantastic witch, one of the best I’ve seen in the Order since the last war but I’ve seen lots of fantastic witches die because there’s been someone better. You’re great but I’m not going to risk the chance that you’re not great enough and send you out there unprepared. You aren’t ready yet and that’s final.”

Your bottom lip poked out slightly, you hadn’t even realized. But Sirius had. His eyes darted down to your mouth before looking back at your eyes, trying desperately to not let it affect him.

“Sirius, this means so much to me. I just want to do what’s right. I want to fight.” Now your eyes looked up into his softly. And Sirius tried to retain his calm demeanor but when you looked up at him through your eyelashes, well, it would’ve made any man weak.

“(Y/N),” he said reluctantly. You could hear his resistance breaking away and you knew you were getting somewhere.

“Sirius...”

“Can you stop pouting, for heaven’s sake?”

“Why,” you questioned.

“Because I’m trying to discipline you. But I’m an old man and I’m soft, darling.” You tried not to be slightly embarrassed at the pet name. Surely, he called everyone that. Right?

“You aren’t that old,” you replied, honestly.

“Well,” he ran his hand through his hair, which was streaked with grey here and there but was otherwise as healthy as it had been when he was at Hogwarts.

“Sirius, come on.” You took another step closer to him. Then another. You were inches apart now. You were about to take another half step toward him when he closed the distance himself. Sirius normally considered himself a man with a great amount of willpower but that flew out the window whenever he was with you.

His lips were on yours and...oh. Oh. So maybe Charlie’s idea wasn’t that farfetched. You gasped into his mouth and after a moment, his lips left yours.

“I should not have done that,” he said breathlessly. For a moment, you stood there, just looking at him. Taking him all in. Merlin, he was handsome. It wasn’t that you hadn’t noticed it before but now it was striking. His grey eyes bore into yours, questioning what you would do next. Your eyes wandered down to his lips, bright pink and slightly bruised.

He seemed ready to say something else but your hand came up to rest against the curve of his jaw and you pulled him back in to kiss you. He seemed to sigh against you in relief as he fell into your kiss. His hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer him.

You pulled away, looking at him. He removed his hands from your, straightening his suit and clearing his throat. “Right.” He paused, allowing himself a moment to consider what had just happened and how much he wanted to kiss you again. But first, business. “Look, I’ll make a deal with you. And this isn’t because of what...er, what just occurred. I do believe in your capabilities as a witch and the only thing holding me back from sending you on this mission is how much I...care about you. I see that that’s slightly unfair and perhaps, selfish so I will let you come.”

Your lips spread into a smile but before you could thank him his hand came up to halt your actions. “But, you will be coming purely as back up. You will stay by my side the entire time and you will not purposefully put yourself in the line of danger. This is purely a learning experience, not a chance to show off, understand?”

“Yup.” You tried to contain your excitement but it was written all over your face.

“And in the mean time, we’ll continue practicing.” Your face fell and your shoulders slumped. Sirius smiled at you before kissing you on the top of the head. “Come on.” He walked toward the door, opening it for you.

You followed him with a frown. Once you reached him, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and lead you into the hallway.

He stopped at the stairs, drawing his other hand around to your shoulder. “I’m gonna go talk to Remus about the change in plans, you go on ahead to the study, alright?” You nodded, watching as he made his way down the stairs.

You turned, walking down the narrow hallway to the study. Once you walked through the doors, you made your way to the center of the room and eyed the dummy carefully.

Your wand came up, pointing sharply at the dummy. You had a spell on the tip of you tongue but you let your wand fall to your side with a sigh. The last thing you wanted to do was think about this. You stuck your wand in your pocket.

Your mind was elsewhere.

You’d never thought that Sirius would kiss you. Well, perhaps you'd entertained the thought a time or two. When you met Sirius eye or when his hand lingered a moment too long. You’d had your thoughts but never in a million years would you have thought any of it was real.

Your hand came up to touch your lip, ghosting over it as Sirius’s lips had done seconds ago. It was electric, that was the only way you could possibly describe it. The way his hands felt, running up and down your side as he desperately pulled you against him. The way his lips pressed against yours carefully as if he was afraid to misstep. The moment that passed between you afterwards, when he looked so gentle, almost breakable, that you were afraid to even speak.

You exhaled at the thought. So maybe he did have a thing for you. That much was clear. And the way you felt for him, was beyond obvious.

You wanted him.

The door opened causing you to jump in surprise. Sirius came through the door and you smiled. “Hi,” you said.

He simply smiled in response, making his way along the side of the room. Your eyes followed him as he came to stand a few feet to the right of you. He didn’t return your gaze, he nodded at the dummy and said, “Go on then.”

You turned your attention back to the dummy. “Levicorpus,” you cast. You pulled the dummy off the ground about five feet.

“Good.” You looked over at him. He had his eyes still trained on the dummy with his arms crossed.

“So, are we going to talk about what happened?” He finally looked over at you. His eyes were slightly narrowed and his head was titled to the side.

“Well, I reckon I need a moment to really think it over. Try another spell.”

You gently returned the dummy to the ground. “Deprimo!” You blew a hole straight through the midsection of the dummy.

“Excellent. Now let’s--”

“Sirius, do you regret it,” you interupted. He quickly turned to you in surprise and he made his way over to you.

“Merlin, no. Why would you think that?”

You looked down at your feet nervously. “It’s just,” your eyes came up to meet his, “you said you needed to think about it and if you want to...I don’t know act like it never happened then--”

“No...no.” His hand came up to stroke your hair. “I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you.” He kissed your forehead. “Unless you want to, of course.”

You leaned forward kissing him passionately. He leaned into you, gripping your waist. Pulling away, he mumbled, “Alright.” He seemed slightly speechless. His eyes were closed and he had this sweet smile on his face.

He opened his eyes slowly to look at you. “Merlin, that just gets better every time we do it.” He took another breath before continuing. “What I meant was just that there’s a lot to think about. I mean I am older than you and people will talk.”

“Who cares what they say.” You tilted your head, pouting at him.

He laughed slightly. “I want to say the same thing but it’s a bit more complex than that. There’s a lot of things that have to be considered. I promise, we’ll talk about all that and how we want to proceed. And then we’ll have plenty of time to do...” He paused, his eyes darting down to your lips. “...other things.” You smirked, biting your lips.

“But first, we need to practice.” He smiled when you let out a low groan. He kissed you on the forehead again before retreating back to the wall. “Go on, try another spell.”

You made your way through a huge house, following closely behind Sirius. Every few moments he would look over his shoulder to make sure you were there. The entire mission all you had been able to do was watch Sirius take down Death Eaters, and frankly, it was getting boring.

You kept your eyes over Sirius’ shoulder looking for any Death Eaters that were coming your way. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a figure running by. You turned your head, just barely catching a Death Eater running down one of the hallways. Running toward the front doors. You looked back over at Sirius, who was focused strictly in front of him.

After a few moments, Sirius came to the end of the hallway. Before turning he looked both ways, ensuring there was no one there. Once he was sure, he whispered, “Let’s go, (Y/N).” He looked over his shoulder and you were gone.

His eyes swept the hallway behind him. “(Y/N),” he called quietly. “(Y/N),” he repeated, only slightly louder. Finally, he stopped, not at all surprised that you weren’t there.

You followed the Death Eater down the hallway, quietly lurking behind him. You raised your wand toward him. “Fulgari!” He fell forward with a shout as white ropes wrapped around him body. You walked over to him, smiling proudly.

You turned around, ready to return to Sirius’s side. You were met with a Death Eater with his wand pointed at you. “Furnunculus!” The spell hit the right side of your body and it began to sting sharply.

Before you could recite a spell, Sirius came bursting into the hallway. “Petrificus totalus!” The man fell on his back with a crash.

You both watched him fall on the floor, then your eyes met. His jaw was clenched as he made his way down the hallway. You’d never seen him look this angry. You knew you were in for it.

Remus came from around the corner. You both turned to look at him. “Is everything alright here?”

Sirius eyes flitted between you and Remus. “Yes,” Sirius replied, through clenched teeth.

“Well, I believe we’ve done all we can here today.” Sirius nodded. Remus apparated, leaving you and Sirius alone.

He came closer to you. His arm wrapped around your waist. “Let’s go.” With that, the floor left from under you.

The debrief seemed to last an eternity. As Remus discussed all the information that had been ascertained, all you could focus on was Sirius’s eyes on you. He sat across from you, staring at you angrily. You didn’t dare look at him but you could feel his gaze.

Remus finally concluded and as most of the Order left the room, you thought you might be able to get off the hook by following them. Before you were even a foot away from the table, Sirius called after you. “(Y/N).” You turned. “A word please?” Sirius rose from the table.

He didn’t say a word as he stepped closer to you. “I gave you very simple instructions and you couldn’t even follow those.”

“Sirius," you dared. “It was fine.”

“It was bloody fine because I was there to save your ass! If I hadn’t been there, then what? You need to learn to listen to orders.” You rolled your eyes. “(Y/N)--” His hand grabbed your wrist and you winced.

Sirius took notice and released his grip on your wrist. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to grab you that hard, it’s just--”

“It’s not you.” He tilted his head to the side.

Sirius looked down at your hand. It was covered in boils. He reached for your arm, gently raising it. He used his other hand to slowly draw your sleeve up. There were boils running up and down your arm. Sirius pulled your sleeve up to your elbow but the boils didn’t stop there.

“Oh, (Y/N).” He let your arm down gently. “Kreacher!” Within seconds the house elf came scampering in to the room. “Go get some Boil Cure, bring it to my room.” Kreacher left without a reply.

Sirius put his arm around your shoulder and led you out of the room. Sirius didn’t say anything until you were finally in his room.

You sat down on the bed, waiting for him to say anything. “You are so damn stubborn. I can’t believe how foolish you’ve been. This time you got lucky with boils but do you know how bad it could’ve been?” When you didn’t say anything, he stormed over to you, kneeling down to your level. “(Y/N), I asked you a question.”

“Sirius--” You didn’t get the chance to finish your thought as Kreacher opened the door. He brought Sirius the potion and left just as quickly as he had entered. Sirius handed you the vial and watched as you drank.

You returned the vial back to him and he got up to go set it on a shelf by the door. “You know,” he said, as he returned, “You remind me of my friends and I when we were your age.” He sat next to you on the bed. “Corageous and fearless. That’s one of the things that drew me to you.”

He turned to you, moving a strand of hair out of your face. “I have lost every single person I cared about to war. And if I lost you...I just don’t know what I would do. I’ve tried to train you as best as I know how and I’m scared to death that it won’t be enough and something bad will happen and I’ll have no one to blame but myself.”

“Sirius, I’m sorry.” He chuckled.

“I know. I just don’t want anything to happen to you.” He sighed, letting his hand fall. It landed on your thigh and he rubbed it slightly. “But I know the more I push you, the more you’ll fight. So I’m going to have to have faith in you.”

There was a moment of silence that passed between you. Sirius finally said, “That potion takes up to a day to fully work. So I was thinking, maybe you’d want to stay here while you healed? You don’t have to, of course, but I figured I could make sure everything’s alright and you’re healed before sending you on your way.”

“That actually sounds like a great idea.” You could see the excitement in his eyes as he tried to hide his obvious smile. You smiled at him.

He rose to his feet, straightening his clothes. “Alright, well, you can sleep in here. If you need anything I’ll be in my brother’s room.”

“Sirius?”

“Yeah?”

“Could you stay in here?” His cheeks went bright red and you were surprised to find that you could get him flustered like that.

“Yes. Of course, if that’s what you want.”

You stood, walking over to him. You hand went up to his cheek, which was still slightly red. You pecked him on the lips. “That’s exactly what I want.”

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official-weasley · 4 years ago

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The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley: Pt. 2, Ch. 7

PART 2: THE YEAR OF MISCHIEF AND SNEAKING AROUND Chapter 7 - The Forbidden Christmas

Nova

Upon our surprise, Molly let Charlie stay at Hogwarts for Christmas AND she gave Bill a choice to come home or stay, whatever he would want. Of course, in her letter she indicated that she would rather that he comes home, so one night before he had to leave he made Charlie listen to a half an hour-long speech about how he better be good. How he got some of his friends, which are staying for Christmas, to keep an eye on him and that if anything ought to go wrong he will never leave him out of his sight ever again.

Of course, Charlie nodded to all of his threats as he couldn't believe just how easy his mum made it for us to go into the Forest.

In the week before Christmas, we visited Hagrid a couple of times. It was hard not to talk about the Forest as it was all we could think about and we couldn't help but sneak behind his hut one afternoon before we returned to the Castle, just to see if we remembered the entrance correctly.

Tonks and Tulip were all up for us going into the Forest and even offered to keep watch and tell us if we would have to come back sooner. We didn't know exactly how they were planning to do that but Tonks said that we should leave that to them so we didn't give it a second thought.

Penny, on the other hand, had a lot to say about our plan. She thought it was foolish that we were going without any of the adults knowing about it. She also said that we are way too young to pull something like this off successfully and that she can't understand why we can't wait a year or two more to go or simply why do we have to go at all.

In the end, she didn't have a choice but to let us go. She knew how much we wanted to explore the Forest and she even admitted that she was against it only because she didn't want anything bad happening to us. After promising her that we would come back to the feast on time she joined Tulip and Tonks on the guard duty.

The last week before Christmas passed quicker than expected. I thought the time was going to pass slower as we could hardly wait to go to the Forest. We got our equipment ready as we both prepared warm clothes and somehow managed to sneak the coats Hagrid gave us the last time, on our last visit to his hut.

We also took our wands, in hope that we wouldn't lose them and decided to take one day before Christmas Eve to go down to the Lake and practice some defensive spells we learned this year in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

As the day finally arrived, you can imagine that I didn't sleep well at all as I was so excited that we were actually going to pull this off. We packed our bags and went over everything we were going to bring with us at breakfast so that we wouldn't lose any time at the feast.

When the feast finally started and Dumbledore finished his speech, we quickly filled our plates with food and ate as much as we could but not as much that it would slow us down going into the Forest.

Then I started to act as if I was sick, which was Tonks' brilliant idea, and Charlie accompanied me to the bathroom. Since everyone was still at the Great Hall, including the teachers, we sneaked out of the Castle and towards Hagrid's hut.

We decided to take a little detour to the hut as we didn't want to risk Hagrid coming down from the feast earlier than planned or that anyone would spot us through the Castle windows.

Soon we were standing at the exact spot where we entered the Forest with Hagrid. We took a deep breath, took out our wands, and slowly stepped inside. We decided that as much as we would like to explore the whole Forest in one evening, we would only go as far as to the tree where we found the Bowtruckle the last time.

As it took us 4 hours with Hagrid, we didn't want to get lost or risk being caught as we both knew that meant that we wouldn't get another chance like this again.

We were quite proud of how fast we found the tree where the Bowtruckle lived. We didn't have any Fairy eggs but we were hoping that he would remember us from last time and let us observe him anyway.

Much to our disappointment, the Bowtruckle was nowhere to be seen and since Hagrid wasn't with us we couldn't get up the tree to search for him. We then decided to stand in complete silence and listen if we would be able to hear the Unicorn again. The Forest was so quiet this time around that it was quite eerie.

“Let's go to the right.” Charlie whispered to me after thinking about our next move for a few minutes. I nodded.

I grabbed his elbow as we started to move. We wanted to make sure that we weren't going in deeper but just to the right of where we already were. I wasn't certain that was the case, though, as the Forest got darker and darker the more we walked.

“Charlie,” I was getting concerned as it felt like we were walking for more than 15 minutes and we haven't seen anything but trees, “I think we're lost. Should we go back?”

“Yeah, I think we won't be as lucky as last time.” Charlie stopped for a second and turned to me.

“So, um...” I started and looked around. “Which way exactly is back?” My voice shook a little.

I admire how brave Charlie wanted to look for me, but I could see that he was just as worried as I was.

“Well, if we trace our steps we should find our way out in no time.” His smile was weak.

We turned around, cast Lumos, and pointed our wands at the ground. Our footprints were nowhere to be found. We both gulped and looked at each other in fear. Suddenly, we heard a noise on our left. It sounded like the wind at first but then an arrow hit the tree next to me.

We both screamed and started running. Unfortunately, not in the same direction but at that moment we couldn't be bothered. I ran and ran as much as my legs allowed me. As I was running, I was looking more behind my shoulder rather than where I was stepping and I caught my foot in a tree vine. I fell flat on my face and I decided to stay like that for a second to catch my breath and to listen for any more arrow sounds.

“Cha...Charlie?” I tried to steady my voice. I called for him a couple of times more and suddenly it dawned on me that I was completely alone. I stood up and dusted my jeans and my jacket. I picked up my wand, the tip was still lit, and looked around. There was nothing but trees around me and there was no hint of where to go to exit the Forest.

I was on the verge of tears and was ready to just sit down next to the tree that tripped me when I heard Charlie's voice.

“Nova!” I could barely hear it but it was enough for me to gather up some courage and wipe my tears.

“Charlie! Charlie, where are you?!” I shouted in every direction and then I stood completely still so that I could learn where his voice was coming from.

“Nova! Please help! I'm in trouble!” I looked to my left. I was 100% sure it was coming from that direction. I started to sprint and I promised myself that I wouldn't stop until I find him.

I called out for him here and there just to confirm that I was still going in the right direction. At that moment, fear left me completely and I didn't care what kind of creature I stumble upon. My best friend was in danger and he needed my help.

Charlie's voice was getting louder, making me run even faster.

“Charlie, where are you, I'm coming!” I stopped for a second to wait for his reply.

“No, Nova, you need to get help! Don't come here!” Of course, he was going to say that if he was in trouble but I knew that if I leave I'll never find my way back to him again.

“Ahhh!” I heard Charlie shout and I started running again. I couldn't help but notice that the ground underneath my feet started to change. There was no more rustling of the leaves. I was stepping on something dry and a bit slimy.

“Charlie?” I lowered my voice now as I took a few more steps. I pointed my lit wand to the ground and saw that what I was stepping on looked like a web. I gulped as I moved even closer to where I last heard him.

I narrowed my eyes as for a second I thought I saw Charlie's red hair. I quickly took a few more steps and saw that my eyes were not deceiving me. He was standing in what looked like a hole in a giant tree, looking up at something. He didn't look like he was in trouble at all. I ran towards him.

“Charlie, what are you doing just standing around?” I grabbed his hand and tried to pull him out of the tree cave. He was still looking up, so I did the same. What looked like at least 100 spiders, the size of my head were crawling towards us from the trees. I gasped and pulled Charlie's hand one more time but for some reason, he couldn't move.

I looked at his feet and they were covered with spider webs, gluing him to the ground. His wand was also on the ground, almost swallowed in spider webs.

“Nox.” I frowned. Then I took a step back and pointed my wand at Charlie's feet.

“Flipendo!” The webs ripped open and freed Charlie's foot. I cast the Knockback jinx on his other foot and finally set him free.

We exchanged a look that told us both to run. Charlie picked up his wand along with a ton of spider web as we turned away from the cave and started running. We barely escaped some of the spiders that now dropped to the floor and started crawling after us. I couldn't believe how fast they were.

I decided not to look back and just keep running. Suddenly, a Centaur appeared in front of us, his bow aiming at us and if I didn't pull Charlie by his hand, he would've run straight into him.

“What are you doing in our Forest, younglings?” He frowned at us.

“Mr. Centaur, sir.” Charlie bowed to him. “We are just trying to get out of here. We got lost.”

“And what were you doing in the Forest in the first place?” The Centaur narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

“We...we were trying to find a Unicorn we saw the last time we were here with our friend Hagrid.” My voice almost a whisper.

“You are friends with Hagrid?” He lowered his bow.

“Y...yes.” I nodded.

“My name is Torvus,” he gave Charlie an angry look as Charlie opened his mouth trying to introduce himself, “and you shouldn't be in here alone, especially so far in. You are disturbing peace.”

“We are aware of that Mr. Torvus, Centaur sir.” Charlie bowed his head. “We are just trying to get out, would you be so kind and point us in the right direction?”

Torvus looked like he was giving Charlie's proposal some thought.

“Alright, as you are friends of Hagrid's. However, if I ever see you in the Forest again, you are never getting out.” We both nodded.

We followed Torvus for quite some time. I couldn't believe how deep into the Forest we went. I couldn't help but wonder what the time was and if the feast was over already. We have been walking in complete silence for a few more minutes as Charlie finally gave up on questioning Torvus and wanting to know him better as the Centaur obviously ignored him when the trees started to thin out and we were finally able to see the moonlight.

“This is as far as I go.” Torvus suddenly stopped and turned to us. “Now promise me you will not go into the Forest again. You were lucky that I was the one who found you.” He looked at both of us.

“Thank you, Torvus.” I said and bowed my head. “We promise we won't be so foolish anymore.”

“Can we come and visit you?” Charlie asked enthusiastically. Torvus responded with a glare and galloped back into the Forest.

“Do you think that means no?” Charlie kept staring in Torvus' direction. I couldn't help but chuckle.

“C'mon. Let's hurry before we're too late or someone spots us.” I squeezed his shoulder.

On our way to the Castle, Charlie told me that I was lucky that I only saw the small spiders coming to get us. When I commented on the fact that those spiders didn't look small he told me what was in the tree he was standing in.

As he was running he stumbled upon it and thought it was a good idea as he was sure that a fascinating creature had to live inside. As he got closer something shone in the cave and he soon realized that it was 4 pairs of eyes looking right at him. The giant spider rose from its nest and got closer to him and before he could make a run for it saw that his feet were already covered in webs.

He said that the spider spoke to him and introduced himself as Aragog and Charlie, of course, complimented his name. The spider kept talking about how nice it was to see a face other than Hagrid's and Charlie started to tell him all about how Hagrid is his friend and thought that Aragog was rather nice.

While Aragog was asking if he was alone, Charlie couldn't help but search for the clicking sound he kept hearing. He then looked up and realized that Aragog was not talking to him to make friendly conversation but rather to distract him so that his younglings could come and get their dinner.

“You saved me just in time, Nova. Thank you for that.” He stopped at the Main Courtyard and hugged me tightly. “I would probably make a lot of baby spiders very happy if you didn't come to my rescue.” We entered the school.

“Did you think that you telling me not to come and find you was going to stop me?” I smiled at him.

“Well, I was trying to be modest but I was really hoping you wouldn't leave me behind.” His cheeks turned pink. “And nice job on the Knockback Jinx, Nova! If Flitwick saw that...”

“If Flitwick saw that, we would both be expelled.” I chuckled.

We might not have been as lucky with our Forbidden Forest adventure but we have at least been lucky enough to sneak back into the Castle and sit back down to our House Tables as the feast wasn't over.

Tulip bombarded me with questions immediately, while I could see Tonks smiling at the Hufflepuff Table and Penny looking rather relieved to see us alive.

“I'll tell you later.” I whispered to Tulip and put some food on my plate. I was starving.

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xlehukax · 4 years ago

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Start of Something - Tying the Knots (Pt. 4)

-Writing a little series on here as a warm up! In accordance to @orangelegs‘s Hogwarts AU! Updates won’t be on a set time, but they’ll come eventually-

Friday afternoon comes all too quickly. Virgil is not ready. Well, mentally, he knows all of the charms that Flitwick has taught by heart. He’s quite good at them, and that shouldn’t be any issue. Emotionally, though, it's a completely different story. What if he screws up and tells Roman about his crush? What if he makes Roman think he hates him? His mind goes down the “what-if” rabbit hole perpetually on the way to the stands. At this point, more than an hour before the Friendly, there’s not a whole lot of people here. Patton and Logan go over the move books in his commentary tower; a few students practice on the field. Roman’s waiting for him in the stands, and waves him over when he sees.

The walk up the stairs is a torturous one. This could either be my salvation or my destruction, Virgil thinks to himself drily.

“Virgil! Virgil! Hey! I’m so ready for this session! I mean, not ready, I’m terrible at these Charms but also super ready!” Roman shouts as Virgil finally makes it to his level.

“I’m glad you’re ready, because I’m not going easy on you just cuz you’re the star chaser, Princey,” Virgil rebuts. Not bad, not bad.

“‘Princey’? How clever! Because my last name is King or because I’m the prince of this school?” Roman makes a dramatic gesture with his hands. Virgil groans.

“Because you’re a royal pain,” he grumbles. He then plops down next to Roman. It’s the weekend, and he doesn’t have to wear his uniform, so he’s donned his classic black and purple hoodie.

“Haha! Fantastic quip, you stormcloud!” Roman chuckles, “Now, are you proficient at the Banishing Charm?”

“Depulso? Yeah, easy peasy. Did you bring something we can practice on? A dummy or a pot or something?”

“I… uh…” Roman clearly did not think this all through. Virgil sighs, looking around, until he notices a large bucket in the commentator box. Pointing his wand at it, Virgil says clearly:

“Accio bucket.” the bucket launches into his hand. Virgil, internally, is glad that it is such an impressive show of practiced magic, though externally retains a bemused expression as he presents the bucket. Roman’s eyes are as big as platters. Virgil smirks.

“HI VIRGIL! HI ROMAN! ME AND LOGAN ARE LEARNING STRATEGY!” Patton yells from the commentator booth across the way. Roman tears his eyes away from Virgil to return Patton’s animated wave. Virgil gives them a two fingered salute. Logan waves slightly.

“THAT WAS A REALLY GOOD ACCIO, VIRGIL!” Patton compliments, still shouting, from his booth. Virgil shoots him a dry thumbs up, thankful that Patton’s wand wasn’t in his hand to cause him flying over.

“Truly, you are quite good at charms. How did you get so fantastically good?” Roman smiles, a heartbreaker smile, that only enunciates the golden boy persona. Virgil blushes slightly: he hopes Roman doesn’t notice.

“Well, Logan’s really good at all of it, so I asked him when I couldn’t figure something in particular. I guess I’m just naturally good at it,” Virgil shrugs nonchalantly. Roman hums.

“I bet you’re good at everything. Any good at flying?” Roman purrs. Virgil is instantly flustered: so of course, he responds with the only thing he knows well... coldness. He gives him a dark look.

“Hey... maybe we could go flying sometime. I’ll show you some great places-”

“Shouldn’t we get to work?”

Roman’s avoiding tutoring, Virgil figures. He’s making excuses to avoid practicing charms. Maybe his flirtatious banter works on everyone else (and Virgil, if he’s being honest), but Virgil is tough.

“How did you and Pat become friends? I’ve never seen you two together. Are you friends with Deceit?” Roman changes the conversation in an instant. Virgil blinks, swallows nervously. He didn’t think that this question would come up: either of them, and was not prepared whatsoever. He can’t bring himself to refocus Roman.

“What?”

“Patton is friends with Deceit and Remus. Did he not tell you? I don’t approve, but it’s his life he’s squandering hanging out with a snakey boy, so his choice. Wait, are you friends with them too?”

“Uh, no. We’ve err... met, but they are kinda extremely counterintuitive to my anxiety. For a few reasons.”

“Aww, you dark little marshmallow! You have anxiety?” Virgil’s anger flares immediately. Usually he wouldn’t be spilling all of his personal information to any person, let alone his crush, but it’s impossible to hold back when he says it like that. Mental health is no joke. You can’t heal it with a Wiggenweld potion or anything: it has to be taken seriously. Virgil points his finger in Roman’s face.

“It’s a real issue, jerk. Makes my life hard often, not a joke. Panic attacks are terrifying, and living in constant fear of them is no walk in the park either. Even if I want to be friends with them, just knowing that Remus might prank me at any moment is a surefire way to send me into panic attack mode,” Virgil reprimands. He then sets the bucket in front of him. “Cast depulso.”

“I realize that was insensitive, I must apologize-”

“Not the first person who’s teased me- and you won’t be the last. So do me a favor and cast depulso,” Roman bites his lip, a gesture too improper to be deliberate but precious nonetheless, and attempts the spell.

Patton did not say that he was this bad. Roman treats the wand like it’s a sword, waving it in no particular fashion, and pronounces it ‘deep-ilso’ so not only does the spell not work but rather it causes some strange mold to grow over the pot. Roman flushes in embarrassment.

“Wow… you are really bad at Charms. Do you pay attention to class at all?”

“Hey! I miss a lot of classes because of practices! They happen right after, and sometimes I have to leave early! It’s not like it’s going to matter anyway, if I’m going to go into Quidditch right after Hogwarts,” Roman brushes it off easily, the insult rolling off him like water.

“Still, it’s good to know. What if some crazed fan comes up and tries to attack you? This spell could save your life,”

“Ha, that’s true! Tell me what to change then, my best tutor,” Roman holds his hands open for Virgil to instruct.

“Well, you have to make a half circle motion and then flick, not this wavey all around bullshit. That’s some Year One stuff, you’re Roman King, you’re better than that. And it’s pronounced Dee-pulse-ie-oh, not deep-lipso. Watch,”

And, like a little miracle, Roman’s eyes are attentively on Virgil’s form. A thing that he’d never thought could happen… the Roman King is watching Virgil demonstrate how to use the banishing charm. It’s almost enough to make him mess up: but now, can’t have that. The bucket goes shooting away, and Virgil has to accio it back. They spend a little while learning Depulso, and when Roman finally gets it down perfectly he gives Virgil an angelic smile.

Be still, my heart.

“I did it! Look, I did it! Virgil, did you see?” Roman says excitedly. If he pays attention to Roman’s simply adorable bubbly attitude about getting it right any longer, he might do something he regrets.

“I did, you did well! Now, onto the next,” Virgil quickly segways, standing up. “Can you do Finite Incantatem?”

“Uh… maybe?”

“Oh perfect. I can practice my jinxes, and you can try and block them,” Virgil gives Roman a shrewd glance.

“Do you really have to-”

“Flipendo-”

“Expillarmus!” Roman shouts, the spell knocking his wand out of his hand and leaving it to zoom out of his hand and clatter onto the stands. Virgil glares as he picks up his wand. Roman looks sheepish.

“Well, you cast a mean Expillarmus,”

“Yeah, I know- lumos, expelliarmus, and vermillion, those are my best spells,” Roman smiles brightly.

“Two of those are First Year spells,” Virgil points out.

“Well- erm… uh… I got signed up for quidditch my First Year. Didn’t pay attention much: it’s hard for me anyway,” Roman scratches his neck nervously, “Can we try it again? I swear I’ll do the right spell this time if you do a nicer spell. Like Rictusempra, or something,”

“You want me to use the tickling spell on you? Alright, you asked for it. Ready your wand,” Virgil stands in position: Roman breathes deeply.

“Rictusempra!” Virgil casts.

“Finite Incantam- ooh! That tickles!!” Roman giggles, laughing about as he is tickled by the spell. Virgil has to mask a snort at Roman hysterical on the ground. “Stop the spell- ha- stop it, Virgil!”

“Aww, you look so sweet and helpless! I might just leave you like this for a while, hmm,” Virgil hums, resting his head on his hand. Roman squirms around on the wood floor, attempting to cast a glare at Virgil, broken by his incessant laughter at being tickled by magic. It really is quite endearing. After another minute of Roman cackling, Virgil lifts the spell.

“You really needed to see me writhe for that long? You must hate me,” Roman glares at Virgil. He shrugs, though his heart pumps painfully.

“Nope. Just have an appreciation for entertainment,” Virgil smirks. I really, really, don’t hate you.

Please don’t be a Legilimens, is the afterthought.

“Humph. Can we try again? I think I’ll do better this time, knowing that there is something at stake,”

“What’s at stake then?”

“Not being made a fool by you, you villain!”

“Ha, alright,” Virgil shakes his head, “And stop wielding your wand like a sword. It’s not. It’s a wand. If you want a sword, you should be training with Sir Cadogan,” Virgil crosses his arms. Roman gasps in surprise.

“That loud-mouthed painting can get me a sword?! I want a katana! Ooh, or a long elegant rapier! I could be elegant, right Virgil??”

“Suuure you could, Princey,” Virgil playfully rolls his eyes yet again.

“No, I’m serious! If there is ever a threat coming, I’ll protect you with a mighty weapon of the likes of which the world has never seen!”

“Come on, Godric Gryffindor, let’s try the spell again,”

“Fine, alright,”

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weirdcursedvaultkid · 4 years ago

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i legit thought ben using flipendo maxima was just him casting the first thing that came to mind under the pressure of having to protect his friends but no. this was something planned. he planned that. thats how he prepared. wow.

#its honestly sad theyre just kids theyre so naive esp esp esp ben #he rly thought he had prepared enough and fINALLY was brave bc he was willing to sacrifice himself for mc? no no no honey..#mella speaks #liveblogging

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thirdwars · 4 years ago

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the battle at diagon alley // luna lovegood

Mentions/features: Ginny Potter, Cressida Rayne-Karkaroff

To summarise: Luna arrives with Ginny, and the two end up fighting together for sometime before being separated. She duels with Cressida for a bit, which I think ends in them getting separated as well, it being a tie. She also rushes to Ron’s aid at some point.

THREAD 001: Ginny & Luna.

LUNA LOVEGOOD: This evening was supposed to be a nice distraction, a bright light in a world ruined by loss. And it is, for the first bit, Luna and Ginny side by side as they walk through the carnival, pointing out costumes they like, and those they don't. But then - almost inevitably - chaos unfurls, and Luna grabs Ginny by the arm, eyes looking at her. "If you need to get James, Al and Lily and get out," she says, her voice uncharacteristically clear, forceful even. "That's okay." The last thing she wants, is for Ginny's family to be hit with more loss. For her to lose a child, or for one of her children to lose another parent: Luna won't allow it, if it's up to her. "If not, let's stick together."

GINNY POTTER: ginny felt, well numb. this didn't feel real. there was no way this was happening. for a second it felt like she was thirteen, back at the quidditch world cup again. but that wasn't the case. she was a grown woman, a mother. people were depending on her. she couldn't go hide no matter how strong the instinct was. "no. i'll stay with you. it's safer that way." she was worried more than anything about her family and friends. she wished harry were here. he would know what to do in all this chaos.

LUNA LOVEGOOD: It's not like she expected Ginny to say yes, but part of her wishes she had. The idea of losing her, or one of her children losing another parent makes Luna's world spin, but she quickly grounds herself. "Okay." She wants to tell the other how proud she is of her strength, and as Luna hasn't ever been someone to bite her tongue, regardless of timing, she does. "You're so strong." She thinks of Harry, for a second, and then grabs her wand, her white knuckles the only part of her that shows how tense she is.

THREAD 001: Ginny & Luna.

CRESSIDA RAYNE-KARKAROFF: Cressida had been itching for the battle, her usual battlefield may have been the mind but she relished the chance to utter curses and not just curse words. She walked through the battling crowd, sending hexes and curses at whoever was clearly the opposition. When it came to duelling Cressida preferred this style then one to one, creating a path of chaos. Most likely because it was a change of pace from her day to day. Narrowly avoiding as a bright spark of a spell cast towards her Cressida turned towards the attacker, twirling her wand in preparation. "Colloshoo," She cast in retaliation, a hex that was simply meant to ensure her opponent couldn't run away.

LUNA LOVEGOOD: She has always been good at focusing and remaining calm, perhaps eerily so. It's a defense mechanism, in truth, a way for her mind to shield itself from all the bloodshed, all the horror unfolding around her. It's simple: Luna sees a flash of a silver mask, and her wand is at the ready, sending flipping or tripping or stunning spells. (She tries not to think about how Harry taught her some of these, back when she was fourteen.) Her oppononent whips their wand right as she was about to cast another spell, and she's unable to block it, glued to the floor, staggering. Quickly, she points at her feet, "Finite Incatatem," and a burst of light and magic frees them. Soon, her eyes fly back to her opponent, wand ready to defend herself for anything that might have made its way towards her in the few seconds she was occupied

CRESSIDA RAYNE-KARKAROFF: A permanent smirk was hidden behind the silver mask, she was just having so much fun. Cressida was always the kind of person to stay in control, always carefully thinking about what she was going to say and do - even the curse words that so frequently fell from her lips. To just let go and be in the moment, it was a frivolity for Cressida that she relished. It didn't come as much of a surprise that her opponent was able to escape the hex so quickly, Cressida would have been disappointed otherwise, she just wanted a few seconds to cast another spell. Aiming her wand towards the lamppost next to her opponent she uttered, "Reducto." Her aim was not to blast the object into a fine mist but to not use the curse to its full potential and blast it into large chunks instead.

LUNA LOVEGOOD: In her nature, Luna is not a fighter. But she knows that things like nature or instinct are just subjective, and when a situation calls for it, she's willing to fight. For what's right. She's thrown off when the curse isn't aimed at her, and as mist rains down around her, she squints before casting Ventus. A cold wind spirals from her wand, upwards, blasting the remaints of the lamppost up in the air, away from her, the Death Eater and everyone else. Then, her attention returns to the other. They're inventive, innovative: qualities Luna loves in most. Not right now, though. "Flipendo!," she yells, and for good measure, she adds a stunning spell, too.

#* plotdrop. ( the battle. )#* luna. ( ginny. )#* luna. ( cressida. )#* luna. ( replies. )

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obviously-best-potions-master · 6 years ago

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Private Lessons

Chapter 22

Word count: 1678

All the Hogwarts was excited from the news about the upcoming dueling championship among the senior courses. Snape tried to convince McGonagall that it wasn’t necessary to hold it, but she was convinced, this would arouse enthusiasm in students, and they would be able to achieve great success in DADA.

“Do you doubt my competence, Minerva?” Snape frowned displeased.

“No one could’ve taught them better, Severus.” She replied amiably. “But the students are so busy, why not let them have a little time off from textbooks? Moreover, as we’re holding the inter-school championship next year it would be useful for them to start training now.”

Snape wasn’t happy about the upcoming event. He believed it was an unreasonable risk to use combat spells for fun.

Despite the prohibition, students sharpened their skills on each other now and then. Even the junior ones who couldn’t yet participate, tried to fight with the few spells that they had already learned.

***

“I do not share the general enthusiasm for this senseless championship.” Professor Snape uttered in a low voice, standing in front of the class. “You dunderheads can cripple even with a protective spell. But since it is not me, who decides whether to hold it or not, I have nothing left but to teach you how to defend yourselves.” He spoke slowly, clearly pronouncing the words.

Snape examined the students, running his piercing glance over their heads.

“So,” he paused, “I need a volunteer.”

Silence fell in the class room.

“No one is willing…” He stated in an indifferent tone.

You enjoyed watching him. He looked so unapproachable, so cold and menacing. But you knew how kind and caring he actually was. You chuckled to yourself for being the one to see the real him. You were so proud to have him by your side.

“Which spell will you use to attack your opponent?” Professor asked a boy from the back row.

“Flipendo?” He answered uncertainly.

“Flipendo.” Repeated Snape. “Wonderful.” His tone was full of sarcasm.

“And how would you repulse this monstrous attack?” Snape asked the other boy.

“Protego?” The boy replied quietly.

“How exciting.” He said in a bored tone, with his hands in his pockets.

You rolled your eyes. “Reflecto, reflecto…” You whispered to yourself, being disappointed about your negligent classmate.

Snape looked at you and the corners of his lips lifted. With a flick of his head he gave you a sign to come up.

He stood opposite to you, looking into your eyes. There was something in his glance you could describe as a subtle glimpse of privacy, only you two were involved in.

“Defend yourself, Miss.” His voice sounded harsh and distinct.

“But I don’t want to reflect it on you, sir!” You frightened.

“Do what I say!” He said sternly. “Flipendo!”

Snape casted a spell, and a blow of energy burst out of his wand. His hit was strong, but you knew he used just a quarter of his real power.

You repelled his attack, and the blow rushed back in Snape’s direction. He flicked it off with a barely noticeable movement of his hand, and it scattered down at his feet with a number of tiny sparks.

Snape addressed the class.

“You must always be ready, that your own spells can serve against you.” Professor warned monotonously with his head held high. “You can also use your opponent’s power against him. That is why it's so important to be able to defend yourselves. And to do it properly.”

“I would advise you to be prepared for surprises…” With these words he directed his wand at you, spattering you with water. You chuckled and dried it, not letting water reach the goal. Snape smiled approvingly.

“Miss Y/L/N, explain how you reflected my spell?” He was proud of you.

“I acted intuitively, used the opposite.” You admitted shyly.

He nodded.

“You cannot know all the spells ...” he stated, “but you must operate with those you’ve already learned.”

“Prepare an essay describing three defensive spells for the next class.” He snapped. “Dismissed!”

When everyone left, he came up to you and bowed gallantly. “My appreciation, didn’t expect you would react that quick.” He praised you, giving you a gentle smile.

“This spell somehow appeared in my head itself.” You shrugged.

He nodded approvingly. “It should be so.”

Snape gathered his papers and walked up the stairs leading to his office.

“You can easily beat these dunderheads.” His deep voice reached you from behind the half open door.

You followed him and walked inside. Snape was putting his notes in the drawers with a serious look.

“Professor?” You hesitantly called him.

He raised his head and carefully looked into your eyes. There left not a single reminder of that stern and menacing man you saw few minutes ago.

“May I take some of your time?” You lowered your head. “If it wouldn't bother you, of course.”

“For you as much time as you need.” Snape said with a soft but still deep voice, which made your heart flutter, pushed everything aside and watched you attentively.

You took a deep breath, gathering your courage, and continued.

“I have troubles with non-verbal spells. Maybe if you explained…”

He didn’t let you finish.

“That’s good you asked, because I actually was going to offer it.” His face twisted in a guilty expression. “Just thought whether it wouldn’t be too much for you.” He seemed to be a little unsure. “You never rest…”

Snape slowly approached you and stroked your shoulder.

“Same as you.” You smiled, and he couldn't take eyes off your beautiful face. Your smile poured life in him, he could admire it endlessly.

“Let me know when you’re ready.” He said kindly.

“I shall go then?” You felt confident again.

“No.” He smiled. It sounded like a joke, but he really didn’t want you to leave.

“So I’m staying?” You didn’t want to leave either.

Snape laughed. “Go have some rest. I won’t let you overwork.”

***

“Well, are you ready to discover the art of non-verbal spells?” Asked Snape after you finished working in the lab.

“Sure!” You were excited about the upcoming training.

“Shall we go outside, get some fresh air?” Professor suggested.

You went out into the garden and walked slowly along the path.

“Non-verbal spells, as you know, do not require pronouncing.” Snape began calmly and measuredly. “But even if you say the spell to yourself, it will remain verbal anyway, because you still use the verbal form.”

You nodded, knowing quiet well what he was talking about.

“Non-verbal spells are written in the language of symbols.” He continued in his leisurely manner. “They require wand waving and great concentration. Such magic will not tolerate uncertainty.”

You listened carefully.

“What spells did you learn?”

“Well, I tried simple hits and kicks.” You replied shyly.

Snape stopped in front of you, pulling a wand out of his sleeve.

“Hit me.” He commanded.

You hesitated.

“Don’t be afraid.” He cheered you up.

You directed your wand at him, imagined a symbol, casting a spell, and… nothing happened.

“It's okay.” Snape calmed you softly.

He approached you from behind, gently put his left hand on your back, and with his right hand he took yours, straightening it in direction of the target.

“See that stone? Now we’ll try to hit it.” He was standing so close, so that you could feel his hair touching your cheek. You were so pleased with his attention and care.

You focused, the last thing you wanted was disappointing him.

“Close your eyes.” Professor said quietly. “Imagine the symbol... Feel the energy running along your arm straight to the wand.” He continued holding your back with one hand, while gently drawing a line from your shoulder to the forearm with the other, tightly squeezing your wrist.

“Now.” He whispered into your ear.

You concentrated and hit. Snape helped you with his power so that you would feel the necessary impulse.

The stone bounced to the bushes.

“Good.” He praised you, stroking your shoulders, staying behind you. “Try again.” His voice calm and soft.

You pointed the wand at the other stone, struck again and the stone broke into pieces. You happily turned to Professor. He smiled approvingly.

“Now me.” He walked a few steps back.

“Go ahead, you won't hurt me.” He answered your frightened glance with a smile.

“Hit me! Come on! Do not stop!” He demanded.

You attacked him, and he skillfully repulsed all your spells, so that they splashed sparkling on the ground. Now you understood why he took you outside, you two could’ve accidentally crushed his office.

He came up to you. “Well done.” He said quietly and looked into your eyes full of delight.

You continued walking slowly along the path, shoulder to shoulder. It was getting dark. Snape took your hand and laid it on his forearm. You looked at him kindly and leaned closer.

“Since you have to take part in these stupid fights, I want to show you how to recognize your opponent’s intentions and act in advance. There is a spell: Cognossere intentium.”

“Cognossere intentium.” You repeated.

He stood in front of you and pulled out his wand again.

“Try it.”

“You uttered the formula and felt vibration transmitting through your wand.” You caught the spell Professor wanted to use, and chose the most suitable one to repel it.

“Useful, isn’t it?” Snape was proud of you. He wanted to teach you everything he knew.

“No need to say it out loud. It works anyway.”

“You’ve never mentioned it in class, but it’s really necessary.” You took his arm again, and you continued walking.

“Because it is not generally known.” He said with an impassive look.

“Thank you, Professor.” You realized, he was sharing his own spells with you and leaned closer to his shoulder.

“There is nothing to thank me for.” He said quietly. “I haven’t taught you anything yet.”

“You’re kidding?” You exclaimed surprised.

“Because it’s nothing compared to what I’m up to show you.” He grinned cunningly.

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harrypotterandthefandomaccount · 6 years ago

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on the snow

request: Hello I was wondering if you could do a snape x reader where the reader gets lost in the forbidden forest during a winter storm and snape has to save them! By the way love your blog!

warnings: voldemort but you dont know it, forbidden forest, snow storm, slight teacher x student if you squint

note: this really sucks im so sorry omg and i was originally gonna make this a HC but then i got inspired??? i need to go to bed tho bc im going prom dress shopping tomorrowwwww :)

Surprisingly not from detention, you and the infamous Harry Potter traveled into the Forbidden Forst to search for more clues about the Cursed Vaults. Ron and Hermione had stayed back at Hogwarts, anxiously waiting for you both to return. Being 7th years, you figured you could handle yourselves.

With a sleepy Hagrid’s permission, you and Harry had bought Fang along on the trip as a guide. He has spent more time in the forest than both you and Harry combined. Grabbing his leash and coaxing him from the hut, he took you and the Chosen One to the least-deathly spots.

After a few moments of silent between the three of you, your eyes glanced towards were you thought where Harry was. Except, he wa.sn’t.

Even while it was winter, your whole body quickly got colder within the seconds of realizing Harry and Fang weren’t with you anymore. Trying to calm down, you wrapped your coat around you tighter, hoping that would be your armor in case something got to you.

Wand in hand, you flicked your wrist, “lumos.”

Light shone from the tip of your wand, brightening your sight a bit better. Turning in a circle, nothing had looked familiar from the short time you and Harry were together. Looking down, only one set of footprints were visible.

Walking backwards from where you came, you made sure your wand wasn’t shining much light that would draw attention. Out of all your years at Hogwarts, that lesson had embroided itself into your mind; don’t draw attention to yourself.

Trying to guide yourself back to Harry, you carefully latched onto parts of trees, stabilizing yourself from falling. The roots of the trees were thick, sprouting up from the ground and not hesitating to make its victims trip.

While catching yourself once more, you looked down a small valley where a unicorn’s body laid. Above the union was a hooded figure, dressed in all black, hovering over the poor unicorn. Your shocked gasp made the figure rise its head, staring at you - but with no eyes.

You stumbled back, trying not to scream as the figure glided across the ground of the forest, its body moving with its cape. It bared its canine-like teeth, a smile eerily making its way onto its face. Not a part of the plan, you let out a scream and made your wand shine bright against the snow coming down.

The figure seemed to hiss, ‘flying’ towards you as you tried to pick up your pace. Staying calm flew over your head as running and yelling for Harry or someone had become your priority.

The forest’s thick roots seemed to sprout up from nowhere, making you trip and battle against the snow. Your eyes deceived you multiple times, wanting to see Harry but it ended up not being him.

You quickly turned around, letting out a sob as you saw the figure creeping up behind you. With a quick flick of “flipendo,” you carried your legs even faster. You casted “protego,” hoping if this figure knew magic, you’d be protected.

The odds were not in your favor as you went flying, presumably from “immobulus,” your body becoming rigid.

Trying to move, fresh tears streamed down your face as the figure approached you. The snow had started to cover your eyelashes, making it difficult to see who your killer was going to be. Shivering, you closed your eyes and let out low sobs as you felt the figure above you, its hands gliding over your face.

As soon as you felt the figure, it was gone.

“Miss L/N,” a voice said.

You cried out, “Severus!”

The potions professor found you lying in the snow, body sprinkled wth snowflakes while your body stayed completely stiff. “Immobulus,” you whispered as Snape ran his hand through your hair. He nodded, casting “finite incantatem.”

As soon as you felt movement in your body again, you let out a cry and hugged Severus. His cold hands greeted the back of your neck and back, trying to warm you up. The brute man placed a kiss on your cheek, thankful that Potter had come to him for help.

Slowly picking you up, Snape held you in his arms while walking back to Hogwarts. He telepathically thanked Hagrid for walking him through the forest. You wrapped your arms around Snape’s neck, whispering quiet “thank you”’s while he walked.

His thumbs soothed you against your back and knees as you let tears flow. Snape snuck through the walls of the school quietly, finding his way to the infirmary. There, he met the Golden Trio - Hermione already had a bed prepared.

Setting you down on the bed, Snape ran his fingers through your hair as you shivered. The thin blankets did nothing, deciding to climb next to you. Pulling you close to him, Snape looked towards the trio, “I got her.”

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orientalonehphm · 6 years ago

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The End of the Mystery: Part 5 - The Battle by the Burning Pitch

Summary: The gang hold off Voldemort’s army as they try to enter through the Quidditch Gate but it’ll take a lot to discourage the Hogwarts Mystery Gang!

Notes: I wrote the battle scene in one part initially but it got too long so I split it up into two parts, here’s the first. It paces a lot better now.

A soft breeze blew through the cold night sky, the blades of grass swayed peacefully on the ground. The flaming remains of the quidditch pitch in the distance crackled quietly outside the barrier. The blue flashes of the shield decorated the sky above as the evil army bombarded it with spells. The orange and silvery blue hue from the quidditch pitch and shield illuminated the restless figures pacing on the outskirts of the protection.

"That's a lot of snatchers..." Ben gulped softly, his forehead shone with sweat. He stood behind Bill, fidgeting with his wand. The ginger curse breaker stood tall, scanning the land around them.

"We got some of Sprout's defenses scattered around, Andre's flight team and a few students back by the wall. If we keep them in front of us, we won't get overwhelmed" He spoke out loud to the group around him, their gaze fixated on the large group of attackers in front of them. Bill looked around at the empty stares of his friends and the students that volunteered to fight. "Guys it'll be okay. Just...watch each other's backs and stay sharp." He took in a deep breath. "We can do this..." Fleur took his hand, squeezing it softly as he looked down at her. He forced a sheepish smile through his worried face.

"It's pretty..." Tulip looked at the alight quidditch pitch, the radiating fire danced and swirled against the thick black smoke that filled the night sky. "Yet sad..." she whispered, Penny looked from her to the quidditch pitch.

"It is" She spoke softly. "Remember the final match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw in fifth year? Charlie almost had the snitch when a bludger broke his broom, he crashed right into the Slytherin stands" Y/N nodded.

"He landed right on Merula, she would have hexed him if his leg wasn't broken" They smiled warmly and shook their head, remembering how impulsive their rival was.

"He was bed ridden for days" Penny spoke again, everyone's gaze still fixated on the forces ahead. "Madam Pomfrey was kind enough to let us stay with him for one night. We ate sweets and listened to the radio all night." The hufflepuff blonde giggled softly. "Bill never left his side"

"Of course. He's my brother, I'd do anything for Charlie" The curse breaker spoke, his voice low but stern. Y/N looked up, the faint twinkling of stars scattered the Scottish sky. Their eyes glittered from the flashes of the spells trying to break down the shield.

"Jacob" Memories of their absent brother flashed through their mind. Every year at Hogwarts. The mystery of the cursed vaults. The mystery of Jacob. Time spent trying to find him, to be with him. Long abandoned. "Where are you?" The question ringed through their head, the same question they've asked every day. A thud nearby and the sound of footsteps brought Y/N back to reality. Andre walked over to Bill, broom in hand.

"We got snatchers and death eaters, we knew that, but I also saw a few giants. We're in for a fight Bill" the Ravenclaw seeker reported.

"Giants?!" Ben exclaimed, his face filled with nervousness.

"They're not that tough" Tulip stated, trying to comfort the cowardly Gryffindor. Suddenly a loud crack rang through the air, echoing in their ears. A bright explosion filled the sky as the shield cracked and shattered. Glowing dust floated down before disappearing completely. The gang looked up in surprise before looking back to the evil army in front of them. They watched as one of the snatchers creeped towards them, wary about coming closer. After a few steps, he looked back to his fellow allies. They all started to grin madly and loud howls and laughs resonated through the air. With a loud cry, the army started charging towards the gate, running past the quidditch pitch. The fire illuminating their crazy eyes.

"This is it everyone. It's going to be tough but I know you can do it. You're some of the bravest and most talented wizards and witches I know, and together we can do this." The group watched as a couple of snatchers got trapped in devil's snare, pinning them to the ground. The army continued charging. "Keep them in front of you, take them out hard and fast. Watch each other's back and remember what you're fighting for. We fight for Dumbledore, we fight for Harry, we fight for our school" Bill stood tall as he drew his wand, brandishing the weapon to his side. Rowan straightened the glasses on their face, their wand poised and ready. Ben hunched down, holding his wand tightly, as he readied himself for the fight ahead. Barnaby tucked Barnaby Junior down into his pocket and he readied his wand, remembering his effective dueling stance. Andre mounted his broom, hovering a few feet above the ground, his wand in hand. Tulip cracked her knuckles, a wild smirk on her face. Penny moved the goggles on her forehead down over her eyes. The black lenses shone from the fiery landscape. She confidently smiled as she wielded her wand in one hand and a potion in the other. Y/N raised their wand, the tip pointing upwards as they readied their other hand in front of them, prepared to cast against the dark forces. Fleur equipped her wand and stood by her ginger husband.

"Wonderful speech, my love" She whispered to him.

"Thank you dear, I practiced it on the way over" He flashed her a cheeky smile before returning his gaze to the charging force in front of him. He raised his wand. "FOR HOGWARTS!"

"FOR HOGWARTS!" His friends and the students around him cried out as they charged forwards. Andre swiftly shot into the air, followed by four students, joining the charge from above. As the two opposing forces ran at each other, spells flew overhead as the onslaught began. The wizards and witches deflected and shielded themselves from incoming spells as they continued to run. With a roar the two groups collided. Bill rushed forwards to the snatcher in front, punching him square in the face before shooting spells at the others behind him.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Fleur bonded the knocked down man before he could get up. She quickly cast protego as a hex flew towards her, Bill turned and quickly disarmed her attacker with a quick expelliarmus. The married couple swiftly stood back to back and continued to fend off the attackers. Ben scanned the battlefield as the wizards and witches clashed. His hand shook in fear. Suddenly a flash of light burst towards him. The scared man quickly flicked his wand as he deflected the incoming spell.

"Argh!" Ben fell over as another spell whizzed past his head. The blonde Gryffindor coughed as the wind was knocked out of him. A death eater apparated next to him, his wand pointed at him. "Oh Merlin!" Just as the death eater was about to flick his wand, he was knocked off his feet as the ground beneath him exploded. Ben looked up and saw the Pride of Portee emblem swooping past him. Andre scanned the skirmish below him, duels occurring all over the battlefield, he quickly spotted a large cluster of snatchers.

"Large group. 3 o'clock!" He called out behind him. Two students flew behind him as they dove down towards the crowd. The snatchers below were laughing and firing curses, pinning down a couple of students. "Confringo!" The gang of snatchers were blown aside as Andre and his team bombarded the ground beneath them. Dirt and stone flew up into the air as the curses made contact, cries of anguish ringed through the air as some of the opposing forces were weakened.

"Yeah! Go Andre!" Tulip whooped from below as Andre and his squad continued their bombing runs.

"Avada Kedavra!" The red-headed Ravenclaw quickly rolled out of the way as the killing curse flew past her. She quickly located the source of the spell and pointed her wand at the enraged death eater.

"Stupefy!" With a flash of blue the attacker was knocked over, an audible groan escaped his mouth as he hit the ground.

"Expelliarmus!" Tulip's wand flew out of her hand and onto the ground nearby. She turned to see another death eater, their wand pointed at her. "Hello girlie" The red-head gulped as a cheeky grin formed on the man's face.

"TULIP!" The two of them turned in time to see Y/N roll onto Tulip's wand, grabbing it in their other hand before rolling into a crouched position. They stopped with their wand and Tulip's wand pointed at the death eater. "Depulso!" With a large flash of red, the enemy flew through the air and into two snatchers, who were caught off guard. Y/N ran over to Tulip, quickly throwing her wand to her.

"Thanks Y/N"

"Don't mention it"

"Whoa!" The two were quickly interrupted as they saw Rowan's wand fly through the air. The bookworm seemed to be facing off against a snatcher who had just disarmed them. Before Y/N, Tulip or the snatcher could react, Rowan flicked their hand towards their enemy.

"Flipendo!" With a bang, the snatcher flew backwards, thudding to the ground. Tulip quickly ran over and kicked their wand from their hand, while they lay still on the ground.

"Wow Rowan that was amazing!" Y/N complimented.

"Being at Uagadou has taught me a thing or two, including casting without my wand" Rowan flashed Y/N a grin as they were handed their wand back. Meanwhile, Penny held up the head of a fallen student as she poured a green liquid into his mouth. The student began to stir as the Wiggenweld potion took affect.

"Get him back to the gates, you two can join the defense from back there" another boy quickly supported the injured one as they limped back towards the castle. Penny replenished her belt as a group of snatchers spotted her. She scanned them through her dark goggles. They cackled loudly as they surrounded her, their wands aimed at the blonde Hufflepuff who stood confidently. With a whoosh from above, three vials fell from the sky, smashing either onto the ground nearby or onto the snatchers. A dark purple smoke began to fill the area as Penny'a adversaries began to panic.

"Night night" The blonde potioneer brought a handkerchief up to her mouth and nose as she gave a small wave to one of the snatchers. Their eyelids quickly closed as they fell over, their bodies lying scattered on the ground, a deep sleep falling over them all. Penny looked up at Andre and the students behind him, giving him a thumbs up. He returned the gesture before flying off again.

"Hey!" Penny turned to see another snatcher, one who was much larger than the others. He held a snapped wand in his wand which he angrily threw to one side. He was quite muscular, his bald head shone slightly as he cracked his knuckles. "Those were my friends!" With a cry of fury, he began running towards the pretty Hufflepuff. Penny smirked. She drew out a turquoise potion from her belt. She popped off the cap and quickly drank the brew. Wiping her mouth, the potioneer felt a burning sensation in her muscles. With a look of determination, Penny began running head first towards the large snatcher. They stared daggers at each other as they charged closer and closer and closer. In one swift move, Penny jumped up, her fist connecting with the snatcher's lower jaw. With a groan, the big man flew backwards in the air and landed with a thud, a few feet away. The Hufflepuff landed gracefully, a cheeky smirk on her face as she blew her knuckle. She looked to the side where a few snatchers stared at her in fear.

"Boo" With a yelp they ran away, almost tripping over each other. Penny smiled confidently before she dived back into the fight. Unbeknownst to the defenders of Hogwarts, a large figure stomped onto the battlefield. The large creature huffed, its hot breath hung in the air. Two death eaters, a man and a woman, stood confidently in front of the creature. They smirked evilly at the fight before them.

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The fire crackled quietly as the fireplace barely lit the dim room. Tonks sat in the comfy chair by the fire, holding her infant son. Little babbles from Teddy made the metamorphmagus look down, she smiled softly and bounced him lightly. Her gaze returned to the orange blaze, the light illuminated her eyes. She felt warm with the wood burning in front of her, the blanket over her lap and the small infant in her arms. She stared off into the distance, out the window, looking at the bright moon that shone in the dark night sky. Her mind was miles away. Thoughts flashed through her head.

“The battle would’ve started by now” She couldn’t stop herself from thinking of all the ways her dear beloved husband could die. “He could be crushed. Or cursed. Or...or...” A loud snap ringed through her ears as the wood in the fireplace was cracked by the heat. She looked down at her small child again who looked up at her with big curious eyes.

“I’m sorry Teddy”

Part 4 <- -> Part 6 (Coming Soon)

#hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery fanfic #rowan khanna #penny haywood #ben copper #bill weasley #nymphadora tonks #tulip karasu #barnaby lee #andre egwu #fleur delacour #Battle of Hogwarts #the end of the mystery

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tracksuit-goth · 7 years ago

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Nathaniel finds a witch and lives to regret it

One night Mira was walking home on her own. It wasn’t fully dark yet, but the street lamps had come on, casting an orange glow over the alley as she turned down the lane. A cool evening breeze kissed her neck. She thought she felt someone’s eyes on her but decided to ignore it. That was her first mistake.

Nathaniel was tense, wound up like a top and ready to spring forward. He just needed the right trigger. He needed someone to go off on. It wasn’t until he turned down the alleyway that he found her. His heart thudded audibly inside his chest. Blonde hair and the swish of a skirt. That was his first mistake.

“Ah! Fuck!” Mira cried out. She collided with the concrete wall, one arm twisted against her back. She kicked and bucked, trying to throw off her attacker. But Nathanial was stronger than he looked. Behind her, he was breathing heavily, both from the exertion and the exhilaration.

“Dirty whore…”He knew it, he knew it. Like too many young women in the world, this one had no morals. He pulled on her arm viciously.

“Let me go!” Mira thrashed violently, trying to shake him off. He clung on to her, keeping her place against the wall.

“Shutupshutpshutup!” He hissed back at her, his voice high and tense. He was having trouble finding his knife. His attention divided by trying to keep her from escaping. He stuffed the knife in his pocket so he could have both hands free. That was his second mistake.

Mira also had something stashed in her pocket; her wand. While she only had one hand to work with, her attention was not divided like Nathaniel’s was. She jostled against him, fighting with the folds of her coat until finally plunged her hand inside and pulled out the bit of wood. She didn’t have much room, but she managed well enough. From over her shoulder, she cast her jinx “Flipendo!.”

Her assailant was knocked back as if shoved by a strong man. With a grunt, he stumbled away from her. He was both confused and enraged. He had had her. HE HAD HAD HER. But now there were staring at each other from across the width of the alley. Him with his knife and her with her wand. She looked just as confused as he did as if she hadn’t expected her trick to work. She hadn’t, but seeing the knife in his hand was very, very glad that it had.

“What the fuck, man?!” She shouted at him. There was no good explanation for this and they both knew it. Still, she wanted to know. He hesitated for a moment, weighing his options. Did he attack? Did he run? She had seen his face, what if she went to the police? But what on god’s green earth did she have in her hand? Nathaniel only ever started fights he thought he would win. He was at a loss. His courage failing him he ran.

That lasted all of ten seconds. In that time she realized what was happening and just how to stop him. “Immobulus!” He stopped dead in his tracks as if he had run headfirst into a wall. She watched him fight uselessly against her curse while she cautiously approached. Her panic was starting to fade, but it was quickly being replaced with rage. Who the fuck was this asshole? Well, she was determined to find out.

* Mira hauled the man into her flat by the collar of his shirt. She would be lucky if nobody noticed all the ruckus they made, but she couldn’t worry about that now. She kicked the door shut while her hands were busy with her captive. Nathaniel cursed and struggled but with his hands tied behind his back, he was limited in what he could do.

She pulled out a chair from her kitchen table and threw him into it. His bony ass thudded against the wood seat. He let out an indignant squawk, eyes bulging with rage. Mira had a much calmer air. She flicked her wand, locking the door and then turned to the man in front of her.

He looked a lot younger now that she could see him in the light of her kitchen, as opposed to the dim light of the back alley. In fact, if she had to hazard a guess she would say that they were around the same age. He was pale in a sickly, desaturated kind of way. His eyes, though blue like hers lacked any depth of color. The bags under his eyes were almost the same color. He glared up at her from under his fringe.

“So, who the fuck are you?!” She demanded. Her lip curled revealing a set of unusually sharp canines. The moment ticked on as thy fumed at each other. While Mira was expecting an answer she was not surprised that she didn’t get one. She was prepared to take another course of action. With a growl, she jabbed her wand under his chin. “Who are you? What’s your name?”

His eyes dropped to the floor, refusing to acknowledge her. she gave him a little zap with her wand to encourage him. “C’mon, tell me.”

He muttered incoherently as if talking to himself. Mira bent closer to hear him, her hand on the back of the chair. But instead of answering her he spat in her face.

“Eugh!” She wiped her face. With the same hand, she slapped him across the face. She stared down at him, her face set. “You can fight with me all you want. But you think it’s going to get you anywhere? If you want to get out, you’re going to have to work with me. So, let’s try this again. What’s your name?”

For a while, it seemed like Nathaniel would never answer her. She considered tossing him out the window if her third-floor apartment just to be done with it. Eventually, like pouring molasses he finally worked through whatever it was he had running through his head. The gears, rusty as they were, ground to a halt. “Quinn. My name is Quinn.” He knew well enough that he couldn’t avoid talking to her forever, not when her eyes bore into him and she held that infernal stick. But that didn’t mean he had to tell her the truth. He owed this woman nothing, and he would gladly give it to her.

Her nose twitched, her senses told her that he was lying. Her eyes narrowed. Lying to the supernatural was never a bright idea. This time she decided to let it go. So maybe he gave her the wrong name, there were more important things she wanted to find out.

But first, tea. Mira wandered away from her captive and set the kettle on the stove. Nathaniel craned his head around. What was she going to do? Pour boiling water on him? His mother had done something similar to him as a child. She dunked his hand in a pot of boiling water in an attempt to clean out an infection. It was horrible, it hurt for weeks. He endured that, he could endure this too.

Currently, she wasn’t interested in torturing her guest. It had been a very long day, and it looked like it was going to be a long night too. She wasn’t sure what to do with him. He had tried to kill her. Should she return the favour? Should she take him to the police? Nothing leapt out at her. She filled her teapot and with a flick of her wand sent it drifting over to the table. Her cream, sugar, and tea cup all trailed behind until they clicked gently against the wood top. “I’d offer you some, but it looks like your hands are tied.” She smiled at her joke and poured herself a cup of tea. Nathaniel glared daggers at her.

“So…How come you tried to kill me?” Mira stared back at him, chin in her hand. “Were you trying to mug me? Rape me? What’s your deal?” She didn’t have much money, if that was what he was after, he was out of luck. Her expression was mild, but her eyes bore into him. Maybe once she figured out why he attacked him, she would know what to do with him.

Nathaniel wasn’t interested in talking to this witch, envoy of the devil that she was. He didn’t know why she was playing with him like this. If she was going to kill him she should just do it already. But then, the dread was all part of the punishment he supposed. Unless he could find a way to escape then this would be his introduction to hell. Maybe he should have seen this coming, that one day he would be caught. He just thought he would have been able to make more progress before his time came. He stared into the middle distance, glaring ferociously.

Mira sighed and poured herself a cup of tea, taking her time. Normally she did not bother with the ritual of making a whole pot of tea, but she needed something to settle her mind. Facing her attacker like this was harder now that the adrenaline was starting wear off. Even though she had all the power she felt that she was stalling, she hoped that her prison didn’t realize it. She glanced up from her cup and found him staring at her, dead-eyed with loathing. It was jarring, to have a complete stranger look at you with such contempt; she cleared her throat. “I guess it doesn’t really matter, does it? What your name is, why you attacked me; you lost.” She looked away towards the window, the sky was dark and the tall buildings around them obscured the moon.

“You know I can’t just let you leave, right?” She smiled at him in a sort of apologetic way, as if that would soften the blow. She finished her cup and stoop up, leaving everything but her wand on the table.

He definitely noticed that she took her wand with her. “So what are you going to do?” He asked, his voice low. He was wasn’t sure what to think. But he knew he wasn’t going to bear his throat to this woman, even if that meant she slit it.

“Well, I have an idea. I’m not really a violent person but…y’gotta do what y’gotta do.” From somewhere in her kitchen Mira had produced a mortar and pestal, she was currently grinding something strong smelling inside. He watched she as she wandered back and forth through her home, gathering ingrediance. The more he looked around the more evidence of her evil ways he saw; crystals’s and herbs hanging in the window, occult symbols on her wall. He said a silent prayer for himself.

She stood over him, a knife in her hand. Both her wand and her mortar sat on the table. “Excuse me, I just need a little bit of this.” In the fat of his forearm she dug her knife, until thick drops of blood formed and rolled down his elbow. He hissed and jerked away from her but it just mad his blood drip on the floor. She picked up her mortar and caught a few drops of blood. Immediately the smell of burnt hair wafted up from her bowl, the contents burbled unhappily.

#long post #original fiction #ocs #nathaniel #mira #mugging #violence #kidnapping #torture #curses #dark magic #werewolves #serial killer

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everly-kindred · 4 years ago

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Eve’s Diary - Entry #81

Date: 10th of November, 2027

Dear Diary,

Once again a lot of stuff has happened, and i’m just bad at keeping up with writing in you. So I’ll just jump right into it.

We had astronomy, and there was some drama with Aures and Lex’s new boyfriend, Alasdair. She really doesn’t like him. I think from all of that drama from Defense Against the Dark Arts and that fight. Anyways, we were doing this thing where we were the planets orbiting and stuff, which was kind of fun. And then one of the Durmstrang students fainted, she apparently got dizzy? So a matron had to come. After that, we went off to do our own thing, and I talked to Aures, Alison and Riven about going to the forest, but Alison seemed nervous about it. And then Lyn came and we talked about charms for a bit.

Speaking of! In Charms class, Bonnie visited! And she brought these spellcasting dummies with her! They’re better than the wooden ones we use, because they react and cast back and stuff. It was pretty cool. I didn’t get a chance to test them out or anything, I mostly chatted with Bobby for that class.

The Champions each held their own parties over the past couple weeks to sort of get congratulations for being chosen? I only made it to the Durmstrang one, which was a big fire pit thing. Their Headmaster is an odd bird. He strapped these party hats to the Durmstrang students heads and it was… just not what I was expecting. Anyways, I felt a bit alone, so I ended up leaving. Most everyone there was older than me.

In potions class, Blighty had us dealing with Hate potions. I had to give a Hate potion to Lars, and he said this stuff about how I’m… I can’t quite remember, actually. I think I sort of blacked out. Basically, he said a lot of stuff that I actually feel is true. I remember one of the things was that I make things about myself when they’re not, and that I’m not confident or brave enough, and I think that is true. I still get embarrassed thinking about that fight after DADA. I was so frustrated that people were fighting that I screamed at them, but that just… Turns the attention to me and makes it about me, and doesn’t fix anything.

Anyways, it got worse, and he actually made the parchments and quills attack me. I was covered in papercuts! And then Arthur tried to cast at him, and then Blightly casted at him, and I casted at him. It didn’t seem like a good day for Lars, to be honest. Blightly froze him and I ended up using Flipendo on him. And then we fed him the antidote which is love potion, because the two cancel each other out. He apologised to me later and used a healing spell on me to deal with all the cuts and scratches.

Oh! And I had what is probably my favourite Mythology class to date! Van Der Brough had us do this sort of trivia game, where we have to answer Mythology-based questions correctly to move forward and stuff. And she had a bunch of snacks and a carousel and stuff! I was partnered with Kitten and this Durmstrang boy with very pale hair and a pretty face. I think his named started with an M? Anyways, we got all of our questions right! It was really cool. And all the questions were about Persephone and Hades, which I think are two of my favourite gods.

In History of Magic, we talked about Babayaga. She’s the witch who lives in a shack that’s sitting on chicken feet! Anyways, I thought it was a really interesting topic, and I actually later learned that witches did technically cook children in ovens, but not in the way you’re thinking! They would take sick or early-born babies and wrap them in herbs and then pastry, and put them in an oven (that was warm but not on) and the pastry or dough would protect them from the heat, and the herbs were meant to heal them from their illnesses and release their healing properties with the heat and the water. Isn’t that so weird? But also really neat, I think. And it sort of makes sense, like how muggle children do that thing with pots of hot water and peppermint, where they stick their head over the steam with a towel over their head, if they have a cold and can’t breathe? I’m glad we have pepperup potion now.

We had Magical Theory, but truth be told, I can’t quite remember what happened in that class. I admire Reuter a lot, and his voice is very pleasant to listen to, but something about that classroom makes me drowsy. Or maybe it’s the tea. I need to get better at paying attention. I usually have an easier time if I’m drawing while listening, it’s easier to focus. So maybe I’ll start doing that again.

We had the Halloween Bash! Aures dressed up as Wybie, Marigold was the black cat and she was all covered in stars, and I was Coraline! It was honestly so much fun! And this year, they made the Great Hall look like a forest again, but with huge, glowing purple crystals, and giant skeleton statues, and cages in the trees! I won’t lie, I felt weird about the cages. But, I like to look at that thing with the Organ like a fun adventure rather than something scary. Anyways! I was happy to find I’m not scared of the skeletons anymore. I mean, I already knew this from when I saw The Marrows in Hogsmeade, but this sort of re-affirmed it? So I’m quite curious to find what my boggart is, now.

Anyways! I danced with Bobby for a lot of it, and I saw Aures and Marigold dancing with each other. I talked to Bobby’s date who was a girl named Marcella, though Bobby doesn’t seem interested in dating or anything like that when I chatted with about it. I also saw Talula and that boy who I think is her boyfriend, Chadwick? And she was dressed like Marie Antoinette, and he was dressed to match! It was pretty neat.

I had a fun time at the Halloween Bash, and I’m sad Halloween is over. So now we approach Yule. Professor Esper through a Death Day party for a ghost friend of his, but I want to throw my Death Day party for all of the ghosts of Hogwarts again, and I feel like Yule is a good time to do this. Or around Yule, anyways, since obviously a lot of people will be going home. I wonder if I should talk to him about it, or if I should do it alone like I did last year. Oh, fudge, I should start looking for a dress for the Yule Ball, too.

Oh, we had Bonfire Night too, which is always fun. Snacks and fireworks in the courtyard. I love Fireworks. They make me miss my grandpa, though. I hope my mum is doing okay. I should write to her.

I’m also worried about the faeries in the forest! With winter coming, I hope they’re able to find shelter and such. I know the fire was awhile ago, but I still worry that it displaced a lot of creatures, faeries included. I might go out there and leave some offerings of milk and honey and such. I should ask Dracheblume about it.

That’s all I have, now! I’m going to get dressed and prepare to face the day.

Much love, Everly

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