#professor cedric

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Best Male Pokemon Character Poll Bracket 9 Round 1

Round 1

Charon VS Eusine

Clavell VS Steven

Juan VS Darach

Cedric VS Marlon

Ryuki VS Kofu

Mr. Fuji VS Atticus

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bonus point if they pretend to dislike the child

i don't know if tatsumaki and arlecchino fit but i love them too

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Something I can't stop thinking about is that Snape began the series being perfectly okay

He was actually at his best. He'd spent ten whole years in Hogwarts without the Marauders and before Harry Potter walked in.

Of course it wouldn't have been easy for him to adjust, but he did. And I just can't help but think of those first months where the other teachers got to know him, and got to realise that this boy needed them, needed their help, and took care of him. I can't help but think of how they promised him that it's okay, it's over, everyone's safe and he's not what he thinks he is. He's okay.

Like, for ten years he would have been happy. He had friends. He had a job. He had a home. Hogwarts was his home.

And then Harry Potter came and everything went wrong.

Can you imagine, him seeing Harry's face for the first time? After so many years of actually being content and happy, suddenly he sees James Potter's face, Lily Evans' eyes. Suddenly he's reminded of Voldemort who will return now, and now he's got a ticking clock, a countdown warning him that that's it, time's up, everything you've built in these ten years are soon going to break. And then come the events of the first and second year. Okay, so they're chaotic and stressful, but it's fine, they're all stressed, they're all in this together.

Then it's Harry's third year.

And that's when everything falls apart.

Remus Lupin, one of his abusers and a serious gaslight, is here in the job he wanted, and acting like everything's fine between them while simultaneously disrespecting him and forgetting to take the potion and being a huge risk to them all. Sirius Black, one of the two main abusers, is on the loose. And no one is ever gonna believe him about Lupin, are they? Suddenly it's Lupin's home. Lupin's safe space. But what about Snape? Do the past 13 years mean nothing? It seems so. And in the end, he has a complete breakdown because it's all coming down.

Then comes the goblet of fire. Okay, normal, right? But then there's moody. And there's the visiting schools. And then there's Kararoff who will not leave him alone! And then...

And then Harry Potter comes with the dead body of a teenage boy, crying and screaming that Voldemort's back.

And now Snape knows that time is up and things only get worse. Everything happens after that, from spying to dealing with that wretched Umbridge who's trying to destroy the school.

And then...

And then he has to kill Dumbledore.

And that when it all ends.

All he built in the past 16 years....

All the promises that they'd never leave him...

That they'd always look after him...

That they know he's not that person he used to be...

That everything will be okay because he has them to look after him...

They mean nothing now.

He's not okay anymore.

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"MAKE MORE MUTANTS

MURDER NO MAN

RESPECT THIS SACRED LAND."

- "The Three Laws of Mutantdom" [House of X / Powers of X #6]

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Other profs

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Hiya Neptune! l'm so glad your asks are open.

I'd like to ask, do you have other F/O's aside from Hans and Honest John? Because they're the only two I actively see most of the time on your blog.

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I have HUGE lore between Laventon and my self insert, like a couple google docs worth of story ._.’

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Did you see how Dumbledore asked Harry if he put his name in the Goblet of Fire? Very mindful, very cutesy, very demure.

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Absent

Pairing: Snape x student!reader

Warnings: Mentions of insecurity, little anxiety

Requested: Yes, by anonymous!

Story: The reader is a target for teasing and getting picked on by Slytherins, when the worse of it happens just before a potions lesson, the reader decides not to show up.

Your house: Gryffindor

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It’s something to feel like the whole world hates you, but it’s more personal when it comes to everyone in Hogwarts, even those who don’t know you or have yet to meet you.

It was never easy, but it’s something you’ve learned to cope with without coping. Just when you tell yourself that it can’t get any worse, it does. What comes next is that someone from Slytherin house had gone to all your friends with all the reasons not to be friends with you anymore and to your utter dismay, they had fallen for it and broke the friendship that was once there.

They were the friends that you’ve grown so close to, taking you back to the first year you’ve spent at Hogwarts. What comes next is almost incomprehensible as you’re now feeling that once looked at you as someone with a bright future now looked down on you like it’s the end of the world. There is one teacher in particular that fits into believing all these ridiculous rumors about you are true, that teacher being your potions professor, professor Snape. In the beginning, you seemed to be the only one who can walk out of the dungeon classroom without trouble or detention like most of the students in your class. Which was surprising, considering the fact that you’re a Gryffindor and it seemed to you that he not quite fond of any Gryffindor that walks the school. That is, until he met you, the star student of potions. You always saw it as Slytherin vs Gryffindor in literally everything, so when you turned down Malfoy’s invition to the Yule Ball, you had no doubt that he was already to get even with you, planning to come at you in his timing. All the while this was all happening to you, you knew better then to believe it was anyone but Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle to have been the ones to spread these rumors and gossip about you.

Who else could it be? You were right to believe it was Malfoy and his gang, as you would later find out that your suspicions were correct. It was best to put this all behind you and move forward, and things were going well until what happens next the following afternoon as you were making your way to your potions class. Malfoy and his gang caught up on you, immediately started to tease you and be such jerks. You considered skipping potions in the beginning because the last time you got to experience the same things as Harry whenever Snape would pick on him almost every class if not all. After this ‘run in’ with Malfoy, that made you have second thoughts before deciding you wouldn’t be attending your potions class this day.

Though this might land you in detention, but you decided that you could take the detention as this was the first time you had ever ditched a class in all your years in Hogwarts. You waited until you felt the coast was clear to finish your journey to the dungeons for the next potion lesson. As you peaked in, the hallways seemed empty and everything was quiet, the silence seemed to be telling you it was safe to step out and head the correct direction to take you where you needed to be. On your way there, you couldn’t help but think this was something that was a game for Malfoy. This was how everyday was like for you lately, you were late to class because you held in the hallway until the tardy bell rings.

It was infuriating and sometimes even embarrassing.

You were an easy target, but it was different when it comes down to this, you seemed to be more vulnerable to Malfoy. It sucked and that’s all you could really say about it at the moment, and when you tried talking to one of your former friends about, they only brushed you off and offered no help. They offered some ‘words of advice’ to you before fleeing.

“You’ve got to learn to stand up for yourself, (Y/n.)”

That’s it? What the hell? You could hardly believe it.

“Thanks..” you respond, sarcastically before storming off in anger.

That was the last you spoke to each other, she was no longer worth your time.

A lot of the time, you’d go visit Hagrid and after those visits, you started feeling better about the run in with Malfoy and his gang of pathetic losers. You’ve come to decide that Malfoy was the most loser of them all and lived a low life while having nothing to live for but riches and abuse it seems like. After these visits with Hagrid, you could easily walk back with all of this behind you. It was working, but as you were climbing the marble stairs to go to class, the memories of earlier events came flooding back and it made you feel uncomfortable to show up with an explanation. Having to feel this way, helped you to have second thoughts and decided to not attend this potions lesson and swap it for your first ever detention session with one of the hated teachers at Hogwarts. You could work your way through detention, you just couldn’t work your way around the teasing and harassment you get every day from other classmates.

As you seated yourself next to a window in the hallway, thoughts were spreading in your brain like wildfire, and it was very difficult for you to comprehend them. Most thoughts were unpleasant and made you feel sick to your stomach, they were thoughts of your sudden insecurities. Your mind goes places, and you were so lost in them that you didn’t notice you were no longer alone, until you felt someone was behind you. Of course, you didn’t turn to see who it was, immediately assuming it to be the one person you greatly despised.

“Who’s there? Let’s get this over with, what do you want?”

“An explanation of your absence, miss (L/n).”

Never would have guessed for the person behind you to be the potions professor.

“Oh.. ugh…”

“Yes?”

“I got held up in the halls on my way to your class, and it me got lost.”

“Held up by who?”

“That’s not important to know-“

“It is if you don’t want to lose house points and a three week detention.”

“Alright! Alright! I’ll tell you! But you won’t believe me.”

“Try me.”

You then proceed to tell him about your run in with Malfoy, showing him the bruise you got after shoving you hard to the ground and stomping on your wrist as hard he could. It was enough to make you believe your arm or wrist was broken.

You end it off by telling him of your retreat to Hagrid’s hut to compose yourself before coming back.

When you were finished, you look to him and couldn’t quite guess the look on his face was telling you. The expression was hard to read so went along with a mix of anger and disbelief as he couldn’t comprehend on what you had just shared. After moments of silence, he releases a sigh before ordering you to go to madam Pomfrey and not to worry about your grade in potions that day. Of course, you nod and obey as the professor watches you heading to the hospital wing until you were out of sight, just before heading back to continue with his class. By the end of that day, friends from the past wanted to make amends as Harry was telling you about what happened upon Snape’s return to class.

You were beyond thrilled to learn Malfoy got sacked, in huge trouble along with Crabbe and Goyle. How it happened was that Snape called them over to his desk while everyone else quietly worked on the assignment they had been given. Everyone were witnesses to the scene unfolding, for most, it was like they were in a good dream they didn’t want to wake up from. Along with the detention, Snape had taken fifty house points from Slytherin, risking the loss of the house cup.

“Draco Malfoy needs to man up and accept the fact that he had it coming to him and brought this loss of points to himself.” Much to your delight, everyone agreed.

They all agreed before going back to enjoy the evening feast and times with friends. It was sudden when you begin to feel that someone had eyes on you, so you turn around to scan the Great Hall.

You turn behind yourself and sure enough, you meet the eyes of fury from Draco Malfoy. He was staring you down as the rest of Slytherin table ate in silence. No one there made a peep, not a sound could be heard from them.

Draco’s nostrils flared in anger when you stick your tongue at him in victory before turning back around to the feast and your friends.

Things couldn’t get any better then this.

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Requests: Open

Character list:

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Oliver wood

Cedric Diggory

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Snape

Tom Riddle

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Edited Last: 10/19/23

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Hidden Away

*Sorry for being away for so long*

TRIGGER WARNING:

This book might be too depressing for some. It is going to contain a lot of angst, some slow burns, and talk of depressing topics.

This will have a series of depressing thoughts coming from the main character played as Y/N.

This contains topics such as

Depression

Anxiety

Self-harm

Suicidal thoughts

Suicidal thoughts

Sexual assault.

Physical abuse.

This is going to be something the also contains in later chapters:

Smut

Breath play

Age-gap

Degradation

Shaming

This is not intended for everyone. This in not at all to run along sign the other passage I am writing which is American Amongst The Brits. This is to be read on its own. I will try to post to both frequently but, this is a favoring one for me at the moment as it is an escape from the current feelings brought on by the seasons. I do hope you enjoy the read. I intended to write this as if it were something that someone could relate to other than the smut sections. I hope you enjoy the read.

Please comment if you enjoy the read. It does bring joy to me to see the comments.

Chapter One:

Another year at a school. However, I was sent to a new country where I knew no one. I had a cousin here who lived in the UK but I have never met or heard of them. Yet here I am about to go to school with them. I don’t even know if they know I exist. My father hated his brother. His brother was a wizard who married a witch. My father was ordinary who married an ordinary woman so when I sneezed and something to do with magic happened it was like I was disowned. Mind you from what they told me when I first sneezed, I was merely a baby.

They raised me to believe that if I were to give into the temptation of learning any magic that it was the work of the Devil and that I would be damn to hell for eternity. My dad, I think, blames me for what happened to my sister and brother. They both never had magic but, when they played with me and something weird would happen, I was the one to take the blame. It was eighteen years of this before they found out the could legally get rid of me. We have always lived in America from my understanding but, clearly my parents have lived here in the United Kingdom. They had British accents that had slowly mended into an American accent. I was born in America and to hide the past they tried their best to make sure I only had an American accent. Some how I just know this will be a problem here. It is probably best to pretend that I am mute at this school.

“Hello dear. It is so good to finally meet you. Welcome to the family home. I am Amber and this is your Uncle Tom. This is your cousin William.” They said and I looked at them and just felt out of place. They were all well-kept, and it was as even the house knew I did not belong here.

“Hi I am y/n. I guess it is nice to finally meet you. I know it’s a bit rude to say this but, I truly did not know any of you existed until just this month.” I said and Tom and Amber smiled at me.

“I knew sweetheart. That is not your fault though. We also did not know in the beginning but he did call and inform us about your abilities at your very first sneeze. He thought we had cursed you with the abilities. He never did understand that it is something you are born with.” My uncle Tom said and of course I should have assumed my dad would do the sort.

“Come now darling. Come inside. Let’s get some food inside of you.” My aunt Amber said. She grabbed onto my shoulder and pulled me into a hug inside of her house. Tom and William just waved at me and escorted me to the table alongside her. She sat beside me and in front of us was a feast. It was odd to see so much food.

“What is America like?” William asked me.

“I am not too sure. I had a lot of strict rules I was forced to follow just because of my abilities. I wasn’t allowed out of the house and once I got into trouble in kindergarten, they forced me to homeschool. I didn’t get to see much outside of my home there. My mother and father didn’t even let me spend time with my siblings.” I said and looked towards my lap. I am fighting back tears right now because I love my siblings deeply but, even they began to be ashamed of me when my parents did not let their friends come over because people forgot I existed. I was just a name they whispered and if their friends came over, they would be questioned about why I was not in school. Then they would have got into trouble and could have ended up in jail. To everyone, I no longer existed.

“You are accepted here dear. You do not have to hide who you are here. Now William is just slightly younger than you, so he is in a different grade, however they are going based off age and that puts you at the start of fifth year. It is a bit advanced. Do you have any knowledge on your magical abilities?” Tom asked.

“I-“I started to say but, I do not wish to get into trouble with them.

“If you have practiced in secret, I promise you will not get into trouble.” Tom said.

“I have practiced. I just don’t have much knowledge outside of hand magic.” I said and Tom smiled.

“Mind showing me something that you have practiced?” Tom asked.

“Really?” I asked and smiled.

“Please.” He said. I waved my hand, and the table cleared. I waved it again and it was put away. I waved my hand once more and I had cleaned up any mess that remained. I waved it for a fourth time and my bags appeared inside the house.

“I am impressed.” Tom said and I felt myself feel something that might be considered happiness.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes. You have managed to learn a lot by being so sheltered from it. How were you able to study and practice it in my brothers’ house without him knowing?” My uncle Tom asked.

“I only practiced when everyone was asleep and only when they were not at home.” I said.

“We learned how to do that before our first year though dad.” William said and then I felt the happiness drain from me.

“That is only because you had people teaching you. You had someone there to help you practice. You had someone to applaud for everything you had done. She didn’t get the opportunity to have that though.” Tom said. William put his head down slightly.

“Sorry, I do not want to cause any trouble.” I said and looked at my hands. Things around me started to shake a little and it had felt like everything around me was unstable. Stop thinking like this. It is going to become a problem. I tried to silence my mind and when I managed to do it everything around me stopped shaking.

“My-my you are quite powerful. Does that happen often?” I heard Tom ask.

“What do you mean?” I asked him a bit confused.

“Does that happen when you are upset? Do things seem to feel unstable and become rather shaky? That does not happen to everyone. Matter of fact I haven’t heard of that happening before now.” Uncle Tom said and My Aunt Amber just looked at me with her mouth slightly ajar.

“Yes. I have tried many times to control it. No one over there knows this stuff I don’t think. So, they would think it was an earthquake and I would just have to go with it and pretend it wasn’t me who created the problem. Of course, my father would know it was me and then some stuff would happen.” I said and returned my eyes to the table.

My aunt Amber clapped her hands, and all the food reappeared in front of us but on plates.

“Are you not hungry?” She asked me. I shook my head and just played with my hands under the table.

“I do want to let you know the school you are going to relies on magic. It is taught in every subject. You have a few professors who have offered to aid in getting you caught up and trained with the necessary spells. However, there is always a problem professor, and I must warn you he has offered to assist you because he thinks it is going to be a testimony to how great of a wizard he is.” Uncle Tom said and I felt myself smile.

“Really? Everything is just purely magic?” I asked.

“Absolutely.” He said and smiled.

“The teachers there are nice?” I asked.

“They are called professors here dear. For the most part the majority are. However, I will warn you that once again the teacher that is primarily going to be helping you is not the kindest. He has a permanent scowl on his face. There is also one other who is not a teacher but has taken a temporary leave from the ministry of magic to help you get caught up as well. I do apologize if it becomes overwhelming, but it is necessary for you to get every bit of knowledge. He added and I smiled.

“Oh, that is kind of that person. Are they kind? I haven’t been around nice people before.” I said.

“Kind is not the word we would use for him. He is a Slytherin. He feels very entitled. He also has an ego that is massive. He is also arrogant. I would never use the word kind in association with him. I barely like to use his name but, it is best you know it. His name is Lucius Malfoy. He is Draco Malfoy’s father and for you I would just address him by his last name.” He said and started to eat the food in front of him. This encouraged William and Amber to eat.

“When will I be going to this school?” I asked.

“We will be leaving here shortly to get you to the platform. William will be sure to get you to classes. That is until you are able to get to them on your own.” He said and I looked towards William, and he smiled.

“Thank you I really appreciate it.” I said. They all continued to eat but, I avoided it. I don’t want to upset my stomach. There was not much I could do about it anyway. My stomach doesn’t tolerate food that well anymore. I didn’t eat properly with my family. They had these wonderful meals that would smell amazing, but I was not invited to eat with them ever. At first it hurt my feelings but, after a while it was just normal for me. The only things I was fed were peanut butter and jelly sandwiches or dry bologna sandwiches. After a while I just didn’t want to eat anymore. I will be fine though. I think this is just nerves.

“Why not go and freshen up and afterwards we will get you over to the platform to get you into the school. You two will ride by train and then William will take you to Hogsmeade to get some last-minute books. What you are not able to find there the teachers who have offered to help will give you the rest.” Tom said and I smiled.

“Where is the?” I started to ask where the bathroom was but, was interrupted by Tom.

“It is the second door in the hallway. It is on the left.” He said and I gave him a small smile and walked down the hallway. I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I look awful. No wonder they asked me to freshen up. I waved my hand in front of my face and my appearance returned to something that was better suited to be around people. I walked out of the bathroom and noticed everything was cleaned up again and put away. William was standing by the door and so were Tom and Amber.

“My, you look wonderful. Sorry, I hope it did not come off as rude to have you go and freshen up.” Tom and Amber said together.

“It was not rude. I just wanted to say thank you for telling me to freshen up. I was unaware that I looked like that.” I said and looked down.

“Come now. Let’s get you over to the platform.” Tom said.

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So Professor X can sing! Kinda! 😄

EDIT: Fixed some links and relinked to ThePoodleBites' version of "Does Not Exist."

Went on a bit of a deep dive today with Professor X's first VA, Cedric Smith. I knew long ago that he was a folk singer in the 1970's but couldn't find much in the 2000's in terms of information and songs except for "Carrighfergus" from Loreena McKennitt's Elemental.

Well today I decided to distract myself from work and was able to find more of his other songs on YouTube, most notably from Perth County Conspiracy. It's folksy, hippie music with some very nice harmonizing vocals. There are some songs that start with or lead into Cedric reading passages that can get pretty trippy. It makes so much sense that he went into acting and voiceover work, the man is a natural performer (hamminess and everything).

NGL I'm chuffed. I especially love the Touch the Earth and Road to Avonlea performances. Now I need a fic or something of Professor X singing to little Xandra is what I'm saying. 🥹

ThePoodleBites has lovingly restored "Does Not Exist" which many consider to be PCC's best album. It's on YouTube as well as for download as FLAC on his blog: https://upvhq.blogspot.com/search/label/Perth%20County%20Conspiracy

The Museum of Canadian Music has other songs available to listen to https://citizenfreak.com/artists/101080-perth-county-conspiracy

WARNING: "Hezekaiah" and a bunch of songs from the Alive LP contain terms (re: slurs). The 60's and 70's were definitely a time... There's some context in Hezekaiah because it's telling a story but it's still very jarring. It also contains quite a few instances of the g-slur to romanticize a free-spirited lifestyle (because hippies) but is still just... UGH. All to say that I'm not linking out to Alive for many reasons. I'll post the few songs that I like from this album separately.

Also, gore warning towards the end of "Easy Rider" into "Americanadian Way" that goes into a monologue about war. It literally starts with a bang (watch out for that too I guess).

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Chapter 1

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 a nice, pleasant conversation with Severus. By nice, pleasant conversation, I meant that my lips, and his lips, were touching and he was holding me in a way that made me want to stay there forever.

But we couldn't. Dad would probably kill me- or Severus- if he walked in on us. Considering he lived here, there was a very high chance of us being discovered.

I lowered my lips from his and said, "You should probably go. Dad'll be looking for me now that the meeting is over." I whispered. A lovely shiver went over me as his lips went to the side of my neck. My hands, which were on the front of his robes, curled into fists, pulling him closer to me.

"In a minute." he whispered. I grinned as he brought his lips back up to touch mine. I closed my eyes and fell deeper into the kiss. I could just barely feel the tip of his tongue on my bottom lip.

"Alright." he said, pulling away as we both gasped slightly for air. "Now, I'll go."

I got up from the chair and he stood and ran a hand through his hair. "It looks fine." I said, handing his his traveling cloak. I, meanwhile, checked myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess. I quickly smoothed it down. Severus kissed the top of my head.

"I'll see you later." He said, his fingers trailing across my cheek.

"Bye." I said and he left the room.

Once he was gone, I felt happy for a little longer before the depression I'd been suppressing set back in. I took in a shuddering breath and tried to push Cedric's death out of my mind.

I went to the dresser in the corner, in the room I got to myself, and quickly pulled out parchment, ink, and a quill. The only way to get my mind off Cedric's death was to write to Harry.

Harry wasn't here. Dumbledore didn't want him here yet. I thought it was bloody stupid that we weren't allowed to tell him a damn thing. There was a large injustice to it. If it wasn't for Harry, none of us would've known that Cedric was dead- or Harry for that matter. And because of that, we wouldn't have known Voldemort was back. (Well except for the fact that I had visions and would've told them unless Peter had managed to get to me before Severus). So, I tried to tell him as much as possible.

In the first couple weeks of June, Dad and I had stayed at our house and I had been really glad about this. Sirius had stayed with us and I had gotten to hang out with Trang every day. I had also explained every detail of last year to her.

Trang had been very alarmed about Voldemort rising- she'd accepted my story without questions. She was also alarmed that I'd been tortured to stop me from preventing the rise of Voldemort, and that a student, my best friend in the Hufflepuff house, had been killed.

I clenched my quill as an image of Cedric lay, eagle-spread on dead grass and dirt, eyes open and blank entered my mind. I quickly pushed it out of my head, trying to think of him alive, soaring on his broom, chasing a snitch, racing me, dancing with me- but even thinking of him alive was painful. A tear dropped onto the parchment. I cursed and tossed the parchment in the trash. I didn't need Harry knowing I'd been crying while I wrote to him.

But now, Dumbledore had made Sirius move into 12, Grimmauld Place. Dad had moved in as well, mostly to keep Sirius company, and so had the Weasley family- minus Percy- and also Hermione. But that meant that I was far away from Trang, for Trang had not moved into the house, and Dad had told both of us that it wasn't a good idea for either of us.

So, we had to contend ourselves to sending letters and only seeing each other on Saturday and Sunday when Dad would let me go back to the house using side-along apparation- we were never allowed to use the floo network.

I knew what it was like to be trapped and so this is why I wrote to Harry telling him as much as possible.

Now we were in the second week of July and today I wrote:

Dear Harry, I know you're looking for information on Voldemort or what's going on. It's hard to say, you know? But you deserve to know so I'm going to try my best. I know you've been watching the Muggle news and getting the Daily Prophet. No, the Daily Prophet is never going to print anything about Voldemort- Fudge won't let them. Voldemort, we've decided, is laying low so you're not going to hear anything on the Muggle news either. I know you're frustrated with Ron, Hermione, and Sirius for not giving you more information. I would find it frustrating as well considering you are the one that came back to tell us Voldemort is here. I've asked Dad to ask Dumbledore to let you come but Dumbledore keeps saying 'not yet'. I don't know what he's playing at. You should probably know, so you're not surprised, that Dumbledore has people following you. I won't share their names just in case, you know? We also aren't at the Burrow, so, while I know you're tempted to fly there- don't. I'm not allowed in the meetings so I don't know what the adults are talking about. It's stupid really. I thought Sirius would let me in even if dad wouldn't, but even Sirius seems to want to keep me out. Says I've been through enough. Bloody hell Harry, I know for a fact he'd let you in the conversation in a minute! It's so unfair! But I won't talk about unfair while you're stuck there and I'm at least here. Even Severus won't tell me anything! (Professor Snape). I'm trying to see if Dad will let me come and visit. I haven't asked yet. I'll let you know soon. I'll send this the minute Sadie comes back from visiting Trang (or if Hedwig shows up before Sadie gets back). I won't tell you to be a good boy or stay out of trouble (though I hope you do). But it is of utmost importance you do your best not to use any magic. The Ministry would love an excuse to put you on trial and expel you from Hogwarts. I'd tell you to stay inside at all times but I can't because I'm inside at all times and it sucks. Write soon, love, Elizabeth

Yes, that looked about right. I was giving him information- Voldemort wasn't doing anything, people were following him, meetings. . . but not too much information.

I set the parchment aside and heard a knock on my door. I quickly pulled some runes homework onto my desk and said, "Come in!"

Dad came in, closing the door behind him. My eyes quickly scanned the bedroom in case Severus had left anything but he hadn't and my eyes flicked back up to Dad. "Meeting done?" I asked a bit coldly, turning back to my homework.

"Elizabeth." Dad said in a warning voice, "You know perfectly well why I won't let you into the meetings."

Yes. Because I had a tendency to try and take things into my own hands and dad was afraid I was going to do something rash and dangerous with the information.

"Besides." Dad continued in a soothing voice, "Fred and George aren't allowed to attend and they're two years older than you."

"Yeah, but you're not supposed to keep me out of stuff." I said grumpily. "We promised not to lie to each other."

"I'm supposed to keep you out of trouble and that's what I'm doing. And it's not lying, it's just not telling you more than you need to know." Dad said sternly. "Now, have you seen Professor Snape?"

My cheeks flushed red. Bloody hell. "Why would I have seen S- Professor Snape?" I asked, letting my hair fall down the left side of my face so Dad didn't see the flush on my cheeks.

Dad sighed. "Alright Elizabeth. We need to talk about this."

"No we don't." I snapped, standing up angrily. "Don't you think your being a bit unfair?" I regretted the words the minute I said them. I ran my hands through my hair, frustrated and sat back down, my anger blown out. "Sorry." I muttered. "I didn't mean that."

"Parents need to keep dangerous things from children." Dad said, standing before me. "but children are never supposed to keep things from parents because they could be doing something that is dangerous."

I narrowed my eyes. "Well maybe you're right about that, but then again, it's a good thing I'm no longer a child."

And I snatched up my letter and stormed out of my bedroom. It was Friday. I couldn't wait for tomorrow. I was going to go straight to Trang's and not come back ever again. Except I said this every Friday when I got angry with Dad, and then ended up coming back because I missed him.

I went up the stairs, retreating from the rest of the house. And then up another flight of stairs into Buckbeak's empty room. Buckbeak was so used to me, I didn't even have to bow anymore. I locked the door behind me and went and sat down next to Buckbeak, petting his feathers.

Sadie flew into the room, dropping a letter into my lap from Trang. She saw the other letter next to me all folded up and ready for mail and stuck out her leg.

"You don't want to rest first?" I asked softly.

She hooted and kept her leg out. I tied Harry's letter to her leg and I kissed her head. "Safe flight Sadie."

She flew out of the room and I leaned my head against Buckbeak, closing my eyes to rest.

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𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖚𝖕 to someone carrying me into my room. "Dad you're going to hurt your back." I muttered, my eyes fluttering open to see his drawn face.

"No I'm not." he muttered stubbornly.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you." I said sleepily. I really was sorry. I hated when dad and I fought.

"And I'm sorry I called you a child." Dad said though he sounded more amused than anything else.

"Well I guess I can't blame you when I throw childish fits." I muttered.

Dad sighed, laying me down in my bed, pulling the covers over me and sitting on the edge of my bed. "I haven't tucked you in since you were ten." A pause and then, "I am sorry I'm keeping you out of the meetings. I just don't want you to get hurt Elizabeth."

"I know Dad." I said, taking his hand. "I get it, I'm just. . . just frustrated I think. . ."

Dad bent down and kissed my forehead and left his lips there for a second longer and then pulled away. "Good night sweetheart."

"Night dad." I said sleepily.

The door clicked closed softly. I lay awake, my eyes looking up at the ceiling above me. Slowly, I sat up. I crept to the door and looked out both ways, making sure no one was there. Then, I crept back into bed and opened up a side dresser drawer. I pulled out the charm bracelet that I had gotten from Fred in my first year. On it were charms from Cedric and Fred. I fingered the charms on the bracelet that were from Cedric, my pointer finger resting on the Snitch.

'Your going to make a great seeker one day, Elizabeth, I can feel it.' Cedric's voice seemed to whisper through the air. I swallowed hard and tossed the bracelet back in the drawer and buried my head my pillow, my sorrow overwhelming. I took in a shuddering breath and did my best to fall asleep.

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