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Blood Ties and Betrayal: Book Four

Chapter 14: Spinner of Yarns

Severus Snape x OC

The peachy-pink petals of the Juliet Rose had to be handled with utmost care, which is why Severus chose to harvest them in the tranquility of Pomona's private greenhouse. The Herbology professor had allowed him a corner since he had become a staff member. That little patch of elevated dirt was one of his most cherished places in the world. There, he could seed and sow the rarest potion ingredients, nurture them to optimum condition, and cultivate what he needed in privacy. No students, at least none to his knowledge, were aware of his small plot of soil. Or none of them cared enough to spoil it for him.

If the Potions Master were the humming type, he would have sung himself a little tune as he worked. Nights like these were a rarity lately. As he used a pair of tweezers to gently pluck another velvety petal from the bloom, he thought of his fiancee and the elixir that this ingredient was intended for. He only needed to reduce the pheromones from his supply of Utetheisa ornatrix and another batch of Risveglentine would be at hand.

Cassie would not be ready for such a stimulating potion for some time. As she recovered in the hospital wing under Poppy's watchful eye, Severus had to busy himself somehow. He occupied his hands with this elixir even if he could not slow down his oscillating mind.

All he truly wanted was to alleviate the anguish in Cassie's mind. He knew that fighting in the Magical Duma's war was unavoidable now, but to what end? He couldn't fathom having her overseas again. He could not endure another stint like Brazil. Every day that passed without her by his side was agonizing, unending torture.

Did she feel the same without him? Or was her proclivity to fight always going to have the upper hand over her soul?

He entered his office and the scent that reached him was musky and thick. The base for the Risveglentine was simmering on a low flame and the fumes were invoking exquisite memories of the things he had done with his lover under its influence.

He longed to touch her. For now, he could only hope that her recovery would be swift.

The fireplace burned green and the school nurse stepped through. Severus turned to face her, ready to demand an explanation for her presence. She was supposed to be looking after his beloved, after all. How dare she take one step out of the ward when Cassie was lying there, weak, exposed, anemic -

"Severus!" Poppy was visibly disturbed, her hand on her throat as she viewed the Potions Master through wide, wild eyes. "You have to stop her!"

"What do you mean?"

"Black! She left the hospital wing!"

Severus stepped toward the fireplace but stopped when the nurse grasped his sleeve. "She's not there, Severus, she's gone!"

"Gone where?"

"She got an owl - a message from Russia, I think!"

A growl of frustration tore from his throat as he snatched the cloak from his chair and charged from the room. Whatever that message said, Cassie had no reason to leave her hospital bed, and to attempt to leave without telling him -

He had only reached the base of the dungeon staircase when hot, searing pain stopped him in his tracks. In his panic about Cassie, he was unable to hide his agony as the Dark Mark burned deep, dark black on his arm.

"Severus!" gasped Poppy, her hand going to his shoulder as he doubled over, "What is it?"

"Get the headmaster," he commanded through gritted teeth.

Cassie, in all of her brashness and vacuity, would have to wait. The Dark Mark had never reacted with such intensity and so Severus and Albus were in agreement that something disconcerting was happening. The two wizards were arguing about what their next steps should be when Filch burst into Severus's office. He told them that Harry Potter, who they hadn't realized had even been missing, had returned to the grounds.

Poppy had her hands full as she settled the visibly shaken Gryffindor into a bed. His face was pale and the nurse was wiping away tears and snot as he babbled nonsensically at the headmaster. Severus was more concerned with the blood on his forearm, although at second glance it appeared as though the wound had already clotted off. It was after Severus was reassured that Potter wasn't going to bleed out that he finally began to register some of his words.

"He killed him! He killed Colin!"

"Who, Harry?" Albus asked forcefully, although not unkindly, as he cupped Potter's face. "Who killed him?"

"Voldemort!"

What they all dreaded was here. Severus's mark had been burning since before the start of term. He knew the Dark Lord's return was inevitable, and yet for a moment, every fiber of his being wished for anything else to be true.

Creevey's death could not be willed away so easily. Hagrid was somewhere in the castle caring for his corpse while the rest of the staff tried to make sense of what had happened.

Owls were sent out. The first was to Fudge, which was answered almost straight away. He would be there as soon as he could gather enough Aurors.

A second owl to Black and Lupin.

They discussed sending a third to Mr. and Mrs. Creevey. It was decided that they should find out in person. Filius and Charity were tasked with traveling to Rothwell to deliver the heartbreaking news, as Minerva was adamant that she stay with Potter. Dennis Creevey was woken from his four-poster bed to accompany the two professors.

Severus, much to his dismay, was tasked with greeting Minister Fudge at the gates. He wished to question Potter on how he had managed to come in contact with a Portkey that threw him into the Dark Lord's clutches. Perhaps Albus had thought the fourth year might open up without the Potions Master present. He didn't like being this far away from Potter at such a critical time. Clearly, the person who put Potter's name in the Goblet of Fire was still at liberty to do as they pleased.

"Ah, Snape," huffed Fudge as Severus opened the gate. Five of his staff trailed behind him, two of them he knew for certain were Aurors. "I hear that congratulations are in order!"

"Now is not the time," Severus replied icily.

"Where is your bride-to-be?" Fudge asked. Severus detected the tension behind the Minister of Magic's question.

"She is indisposed."

"Trying to keep her all to yourself, I see."

Severus was not willing to dignify Fudge's imbecilic comment with a response. The journey to the hospital ward was silent, and as they stepped through to the chaos on the other side, Severus wished he had not taken those quiet minutes for granted.

The headmaster was busy debriefing the mutts in his office. He had wanted to prepare them for the state that Potter was in before they saw them, so as not to make his emotional state worse. That left Minerva and Poppy alone with the young Gryffindor. The first thing that Severus saw was that the school nurse was lying unconscious on the stone floor near Potter's bed. Minerva was locked in a duel with Moody. Two unoccupied hospital beds had been thrown to the other side of the room, and on the other side of the wing, the curtains were on fire.

"Potter, get down!" snarled Severus. The shocked boy obeyed his professor and threw himself out of bed. Severus couldn't make sense of why the Head of Gryffindor was dueling the retired Auror. All he could do was place himself in front of Potter and make sure he didn't get hit by an ill-aimed spell.

Moody yelped in pain between firing curses. His magical eye popped from the socket and clattered to the floor, and that's when Severus realized the Polyjuice potion was wearing off. Minerva dodged the Cruciatus Curse and Severus was sure that Moody wasn't Moody.

The Head of Slytherin's Stunning Spell hit the imposter square in the back.

"Snape, what have you done?!" shouted Fudge. Severus ignored the minister's question and kneeled down by Potter.

"Are you hurt?"

"No, professor."

"Then I need you to go to the headmaster's office. You'll find the mu - your godfather and Lupin there. Bring them here straight away."

The boy obeyed him without question. Severus turned back to the imposter. Minerva was using her wand to bind him in chains.

Chaos continued. There was yelling and arguing when they realized that Barty Crouch Junior had been impersonating Moody. Fudge, it seemed, could not move past that point. Minerva told him more than once that Potter reported the Dark Lord's rebirth, yet he would not respond to it. The volume of the room quieted only a little when Albus entered. Black, Lupin, and Potter were close behind him.

Severus fully expected to remain there until this situation was resolved. He was caught off guard when the headmaster expected something else from him.

"You know what I must ask you to do," he said to Severus quietly. It seemed no one else in the room was paying them any attention as they continued to quarrel. "If you are ready...If you are prepared..."

Severus took only a moment to compose himself. "I am."

"Then good luck."

Luck. He had counted himself lucky many times in recent years. It wasn't due to his appointment as Potions Master or his close work with Albus Dumbledore. However, when he first started his post he recognized that he had been given a rare opportunity.

Most of the positive things in his life had been earned. He had studied hard while at Hogwarts and worked countless hours as an apprentice to complete his mastery. He had practiced spells and jinxes and curses at every opportunity so he could excel at dueling. He had experimented, devoting much time to perfecting potion recipes as well as inventing spells. His prowess as a wizard had not been handed to him by fate or the gods.

But he knew he was lucky. Out there somewhere was a beautiful, headstrong witch wearing the engagement ring he had given to her. Who had promised to spend her life with him, who loved and accepted him and his many, many flaws.

He longed to see her before he put himself in possibly the most dangerous situation he had ever been in. Even if it was for a moment to embrace her, to kiss her on her sweet lips. To tell her he loved her.

His Death Eater mask was stored in the very back of his bureau. It was an artifact he hadn't seen in fourteen years and even walking to the dungeons to retrieve it seemed foreign and reprehensible. He slipped it under his robes, dreading the moment he would have to put it on.

That moment came minutes later when he reached the edge of the school grounds. The silver mask had three holes that allowed him to breathe and yet it felt stifling. Two steps out of the gates, Severus touched his wand to the mark on his arm. With a loud crack, he journeyed to wherever the Dark Lord willed him to be.

He was outside of an unfamiliar manor. It rested atop a large hill and in the dark he could make out acreage dotted with trees and neglected flower patches. In the distance, a sleepy village had few of its lights on as most of its population slept.

There was not a soul to be found outside. Dim, flickering lights could be seen from the windows. Whatever gathering that was happening was taking place inside. He wondered how safe it would be to just walk through the front door when it swung open.

"Severus!" said Avery. The surprise was evident in his voice.

"Gaspar," Severus greeted. He gave the other wizard a curt nod as he stepped across the threshold. Avery had removed his mask and hood, but Severus didn't dare assume he was welcome to partake in such an informality. He wasn't sure he was going to survive the next five minutes.

Everyone had removed their masks. Most were holding goblets of what Severus assumed was wine, but if they were celebrating their lord's return, the gaiety was lost on him. As he walked through the large house, the tension was palpable.

Harry Potter had escaped. Severus expected the Dark Lord was not in a festive mood.

Lucius was silent as he pointed Severus toward a bedroom door. His silver eyes were wide and unblinking, seeing past his old friend as he finished off his goblet of wine.

Lord Voldemort sat next to the fireplace with a large snake in his lap when Severus entered the master suite. As soon as those red, demon-like eyes laid upon him he dropped to his knees and bowed his head. He cleared his thoughts as he waited for some form of pain to hit him.

"Severus. How nice of you to join us."

"I beg your forgiveness, my lord. I could not depart until Dumbledore allowed me to."

"Ah. So you confess that Albus Dumbledore is your true master?"

"Never, my lord. You remain the sole reason for my existence."

There was poignant silence. Then, "Rise, Severus."

Severus didn't hesitate to obey. He rose to his feet and folded his hands neatly in front of him. The Dark Lord was more comfortable with an adversary's hands visible at all times.

Voldemort stood. The snake hissed in annoyance and curled up next to the fireplace as her master stepped toward Severus. There was only one other person in the room, a wizard Severus had never seen before.

He didn't have time to figure out who he was. The Dark Lord ripped the mask from his face and it fell, clanking metal on wood. Two long, skeletal fingers pushed under his chin to line up red eyes with black. Against everything natural, fighting every instinct to block him out, Severus allowed the Dark Lord into his mind.

It was just as difficult as it had been over a decade ago. Severus was a powerful Occlumens and could have just forced the other wizard out, but that was not the plan. To keep Voldemort's trust, he had to show that he had nothing to hide. So he and Albus had to decide, before this atrocity even took place, what was truly worth hiding.

Seconds felt like hours as the Dark Lord ripped through memories and paged through the last years like an encyclopedia. Severus was only partially confident that he would barrel past the hidden blockades he had spent countless hours building. His mind was a fortress. It had to be, or his entire role as a spy would be forfeit.

Voldemort pulled out of his mind. Severus breathed in, out, in, out, before the Cruciatus Curse hit him. His body fell to the wooden floor with a thud, seizing as pain burned every nerve in his body.

"Ansel," Voldemort said lazily as he kept his wand pointed at Severus, "Fetch Lucius for me."

Lucius had heard Severus's screams from the drawing room and he had no desire to enter the room where he was being tortured. He had endured his own round of agony earlier that night. All he wanted was to get out of Little Hangleton and return to the comfort of his bed and Narcissa's arms.

"My lord," Lucius managed between his friend's cries of pain. He kept his eyes averted just above his master's head. He couldn't look at Severus as he writhed on the floor.

"Severus and you failed to ensure my daughter's loyalty to me." He was staring right at him. Lucius knew that if he didn't meet his gaze, he would be tortured again. He forced himself to look into his red eyes, and a shudder ran through his body as he saw the Dark Lord's fury.

"My lord, we tried - "

"You tried." He released Severus from the curse. The raven-haired wizard rolled over and emptied the contents of his stomach onto the floor. "Yet she is loyal to Dumbledore, on his payroll, completing tasks for him like an errand girl!"

Lucius swallowed thickly. "She is stubborn, my lord. Once she decides something it is very hard to change her mind."

"Yet her mind was swayed away from me!"

"My lord," said Severus, working to catch his breath as he rested on his knees, "Dumbledore spared no effort to influence her the moment you were gone - "

Voldemort reached down and grasped Severus's jaw. His nails dug into his flesh and Severus rose slowly, carefully, as the Dark Lord sneered in his face. "Filthy, unworthy half-blood, dare to fornicate with my offspring," he hissed. His spittle hit Severus's lips and he flinched at the words.

The torture curse hit him again. The back of his head slammed into the floor and he saw stars as agony tore through him.

The spell didn't last as long this time. The arrival of another wizard had piqued Voldemort's interest. Severus swallowed down the saliva that had accumulated while thrashing on the floor. His throat was raw from screaming. Lucius's silver eyes were glassy as he glanced at him, but he looked away just as quickly.

"Ah, Barty," said Voldemort, stepping away from Severus. "Hogwarts has become unwelcome?"

"I apologize, my lord," Barty Crouch Junior said, bowing deeply. "I have been found out. Fudge had me arrested. Fortunately, I was not in custody for very long."

Severus hid his bewilderment, but barely. How he had been fooled by this wizard he didn't know. From observing him now, he looked haphazard and arrogant.

Voldemort chuckled. "Azkaban is not the place for you, my boy. You and Ansel have aided me tremendously and so both of you shall be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams."

"I only have one request," said the wizard named Ansel. His brown eyes darkened and the small smile that had previously adorned his warm features disappeared.

"I am aware," said Voldemort nonchalantly. He dismissed Crouch, Vingativo, and Malfoy. He was not done with Snape.

He motioned for Severus to stand. His joints ached with every movement but he managed to do as the Dark Lord commanded.

"Speak your piece," Voldemort said, sitting in the overstuffed chair again. The python stayed curled up next to the flames.

"My lord," started Severus. He longed for a drink and a hot bath and to be out of the Dark Lord's presence. Every moment was like waiting for a stick of dynamite to go off. "Everything that I have done in the last fourteen years has been in anticipation of your return."

"Has it?"

"I have nurtured Dumbledore's trust. I am his confidant and at times, his advisor. Few things take place in the castle that I do not know about because of this."

"And how do I know you did this for my gain and for your own?"

"My lord, my only ambition has been to serve you again. I stayed at Hogwarts where I risked being found out by one of the most powerful wizards in the world, all in your name. I have kept a close watch on Potter and on Cassiopeia - "

"I would venture to say that you have kept more than a close watch on her."

"My lord." Severus bowed. "When it became evident that Dumbledore had his talons in her, I knew that I had to do everything to keep some sort of influence on her. She was drawn to me on her own as a child, seeing me as some sort of antithesis to Lucius and his family. When she came of age and was no longer involved with Weasley, she developed a romantic interest in me. If I had rejected her, I risked losing any intimate contact with her."

"It is to my good fortune that she did not breed with a blood traitor," Voldemort said icily. "And yet she still sympathizes with Dumbledore!"

"I regret that immensely, my lord. But it is a fine balance. If I push too hard, I may lose her altogether." Severus could see the wheels spinning in Voldemort's head. Maybe the Dark Lord would believe him. Maybe he could actually live through this. "She seeks power. She has gotten a taste for it. I foresee her breaking away from Dumbledore - it is only a matter of time."

The Dark Lord's eyes narrowed as he contemplated Severus's words. "And if she does, will she come to me? Or will she challenge me, Severus?"

Severus swallowed. He had to choose his next words carefully. "I will do everything to ensure that she seeks out your favor, my lord."

An amused smile cracked Voldemort's white face. "I was disappointed when you didn't appear at my side right away, Severus. Time will tell if I made the right decision in not killing you the moment you entered this house."

The steady hum of conversation was interrupted by female shrieks and then laughter. Severus's stomach dropped. The Dark Lord had risen only a few hours ago and already his Death Eaters were back to their old ways. He wondered what poor Muggle they had captured from the village.

The door swung open. Crouch entered again, this time with a blonde in his clutches. It took a few seconds for Severus to realize who she was.

Kalina found him immediately. Her tear-stained emerald eyes were locked on him as she breathed fast and shallow, panicking from being kidnapped by a Death Eater and now being thrust into Lord Voldemort's presence.

"I almost forgot to mention, Master," said Crouch with a proud smirk, "Karkaroff ran when the Dark Mark burned."

Voldemort rested his chin on his fist. "Unsurprising. What is this?"

"His niece. Kalina Karkaroff."

Voldemort no longer looked bored as Crouch shoved her to the ground. "Severus, please!" she choked.

Severus silently cursed Igor. He wasn't surprised the coward disappeared, but he hadn't expected him to be so cold as to leave his niece behind.

Voldemort grabbed a fist of Kalina's hair and yanked her toward him. Now those emerald eyes were wide-eyed with terror as she took in the sight of the Dark Lord newly reborn.

Severus turned to leave the room, but not before he threw a desperate attempt behind him. "She is a talented potioneer, my lord. Perhaps it would be in your best interest to retain her in the event that I am...unavailable."

"Mhm. An interesting thought, Severus. I might not dispose of her just yet." He had forced the poor girl onto his lap. She wept as he ripped open the neckline of her powder blue robes.

Severus excused himself for a drink. The celebration had become more lively since Crouch's arrival and many of the others were caught up in his retelling of his escape from Fudge's Aurors.

The Dark Lord, it seemed, was preoccupied with Kalina. He did not emerge from the master suite for what seemed like an eternity and when he did, he made no mention of her.

The Death Eaters were eventually dismissed. Severus returned to Hogwarts not knowing whether his apprentice was alive or dead.

A sickened feeling coated his insides as he updated Albus on what had transpired. It wasn't until he was dismissed from the headmaster's office that he was finally able to check on Cassie's whereabouts.

She was not in the castle. His owl to Romily went unanswered for too long, and when he did receive a reply it antagonized him further.

Cassie had stayed behind in St. Petersburg alone. He hoped, with every ounce of his soul, that she would return to him safely.

"Do you have nothing to say, my daughter?" Voldemort stepped away from Cassie and as his reptilian face disappeared from her sight she could breathe again.

She kept still, trying to take in as much detail of her surroundings without making it obvious. A golden chandelier hung over her, its candles twinkling with life and allowing her to see some of the people present. Some were seated at a long, rectangular dining table. Most were standing strategically around the room and guarding the various exits.

They dared to doff their masks. Enough time had passed that her father had made them feel welcome back in his presence.

Gaspar Avery. Walden Macnair. Victor Crabbe. Geoffrey Goyle.

"Odd. She usually is an impudent little witch," said someone seated at the table. The speaker's voice was unknown to her.

A pair of large hands grasped her arms and pulled her to her feet. It was Stellan. He was a pillar, tall and unmoving as she steadied her weak frame against him.

She didn't recognize the wizard that had remarked on her etiquette. He had brown hair and sharp features. Somehow, he had earned the right to sit next to her father. And he was looking at her like given the chance, he would devour her.

Next to him was another unfamiliar wizard. He had skin the shade of caramel and a handsome face. If looks could kill, she would have been dead three times over.

"I see there are new lackeys," Cassie said icily.

The first wizard scoffed. "Hardly. I dedicated my life to my master when you were a mere child." Noticing Cassie's confusion, he smirked at her. "Still not placing me. How about a clue?" He covered one eye with his hand, then used the other to point at her. "CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" he shouted.

The other Death Eaters guffawed as Cassie realized what he meant.

"Is Mad-Eye dead?" she asked lowly.

The wizard's face broke into a sickening smile. "Unfortunately, no. I had to keep him alive. I needed a fresh supply of DNA for the Polyjuice Potion, you see."

The other unknown wizard suddenly slammed his fist on the table, making Cassie jump. Stellan's arm encircled her shoulders.

All heads turned to look at the angry wizard. "Enough banter, Barty!" he snapped.

Barty snorted. "In a hurry, Ansel? Do you have someplace to be?"

"Quiet. The both of you," said Lord Voldemort. Both wizards shut up but their expressions still smoldered with anger.

Voldemort gave a small nod and Stellan forced Cassie into a chair. He clapped his hands on her shoulders, ensuring that she would stay put.

Not that she needed a guard. She felt so weak that she wondered if she could manage sitting up without Stellan's support.

Her father's red eyes were fixed on her. She was determined not to falter as she stared back.

"There are severe transgressions that need answering for," Voldemort said softly.

"Have I disappointed you?" Her mockery was answered swiftly with a flick of her father's wand. The Cruciatus Curse landed and Stellan didn't break her fall from the chair.

"Ungracious, insolent little scab!" Voldemort spat as Cassie rolled onto her back. Far above her, Stellan was staring down with hungry eyes. She wiped her mouth and saw the blood. She bit her lip while trying not to scream. "The things revealed when I was entwined with your mind. I should slay you where you lie!"

Cassie had barely managed to catch her breath as Stellan yanked her back to her chair. "That was years ago, Father. I have done things you consider far worse since then." She was certain her goading was going to earn her another round of the torture curse. She wasn't fond of pain, nor was she looking to be weakened further. But she was not willing to look demeaned in front of Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

The Cruciatus Curse didn't come as the father-daughter reunion was interrupted by an angry voice. "Nem fodendo!" Ansel pushed back his chair and stood. His left hand was missing just below the wrist and the stump was wrapped in a bloodied bandage. His teeth were bared in a snarl. Cassie wondered if he was going to leap across the table at her. "You dare refer to the murder of my mistress in such a way!"

Cassie had no allies in the large drawing room. She was in no place to provoke the people around her. Every one of them was armed with a wand except for the ancient vampire who yearned for her blood. If Severus was there, one look from him would have communicated his desperation for her to remain silent.

The thought of Severus destroyed her all over again.

What did it matter if Stellan drained her blood or if Ansel strangled her with his bare hands?

"Sit down, Vingativo," Voldemort commanded.

Ansel did not obey the Dark Lord. He remained on his feet, unable to control his rage as he glared at his master's daughter. "You promised me," he declared through clenched teeth. "When you were reborn, you said I would be rewarded!"

"In due time. Sit down," the Dark Lord repeated icily. Ansel didn't move.

"Did you get a good look at my wand?" Cassie asked sweetly, directing the question at the former Cavaleiro da Floresta. "I assume my father has it in the pocket of his robes."

"What does it matter?" Ansel snapped.

"Eleven inches, made of silver barrigona with a core of curupira hair." Ansel's eyes widened as comprehension hit him. "I claimed it as my own after I killed your mistress."

Ansel's hand dove into his robes for his wand, but Lord Voldemort was faster. A flash of green lit up the room and Sauda Sombria's former Cavaleiro thudded to the floor.

Barty barked in laughter. His grin disappeared when he caught his master's disapproving glare.

"I have had enough of my heir for one night," Voldemort sneered as he pushed away from the table. "Get her settled in." To his python, he hissed, "Eat."

The Death Eaters that were seated stood and everyone, regardless of stance, bowed their heads. Stellan yanked Cassie to her feet by the back of her neck. Only when her father disappeared from the room did he release his iron grip.

"Words," said Cassie, wincing as she rubbed her bruising skin, "Words will do."

Voldemort's impossibly large snake slithered to Ansel's fresh corpse, her forked tongue flitting in and out of her mouth excitedly. "I did not realize you had a death wish, young Cassiopeia," Stellan said lowly. He directed her through one of the guarded doorways with one hand on the small of her back and the other gripping her arm.

She snorted. "What do you care?"

"I wish to keep my most appetizing source of sustenance."

"That's what this is all about? My delicious blood?"

The vampire remained silent as he guided her up a staircase. He spoke again when they were in what Cassie assumed was their designated room. It contained a large four-poster bed covered in a faded purple duvet. A wooden coffin had been haphazardly shoved into a corner. "You flatter yourself, little witch."

"So enlighten me."

The corner of Stellan's lip curled in an amused smirk. "You are a prisoner. You are not owed sensitive information."

Cassie sat on the bed. A puff of dust rose into the air and she tried to wave it away with her hand. "Fine. You'll find that being my handler won't be a walk in the park."

"I expect you'll be more agreeable as time passes."

"Yeah? How's that?"

Stellan moved lightning-fast across the room and he was suddenly in front of her. Her heart pounded in her chest as he knelt so he could meet her at eye level. "No one is going to be feeding you those detestable antivenoms," he told her quietly, his knuckle brushing down her cheek as he spoke. Cassie shuddered as she tried to avoid his icy gaze.

His fangs glistened in the dim light. She couldn't still her heart even though she willed herself to calm down and there was something so enticing about the vampire's earthy, metallic scent. She feared the pain that would come when he pierced her and yet part of her welcomed it. Her skin tingled and heated where his cool breath brushed over it and she closed her eyes, waiting for the moment he bit her neck.

"Not tonight, Cassiopeia," Stellan whispered. "Although I do appreciate the enthusiasm."

After getting to his feet, he instructed her to get under the covers. Cassie did just that, humiliated and disgusted with her response to his proximity. If she had not been so depleted, she might not have drifted off to sleep so easily.

Cassie woke not knowing how long she had been asleep nor knowing what time of day it was. For a few moments, she lay still in the lumpy bed. She dreaded having to interact with Stellan again, then realized that sunbeams were warming her face.

She looked over to the coffin. The cover was shut tight. No one else was in the room with her.

She crossed to the window and confirmed they were on the second floor. She would survive jumping out but might not mend a broken leg properly with wandless magic before she was caught. Regardless, she slowly moved her hands over the glass. Wards were in place.

Tiptoeing to the door, she silently cheered when she sensed no magic over it. Risking one last glance at Stellan's silent coffin, she turned the door handle and slowly, tentatively, opened the cherrywood door.

She crossed the threshold and gasped as she smashed into a solid torso.

"Tsk, tsk." Barty grasped both of her wrists as he pulled her back inside the room. "I leave for only a few minutes and you're already on the move. I suppose I should have expected it."

Cassie yanked her arms out of his grip and stepped away from him. "Yes, I suppose you should have."

"Mhm. I've mentioned to the Dark Lord that house-elves would be beneficial. Perhaps now he will heed my advice." Barty motioned to the tray of food that had floated into the room behind him.

Cassie scoffed. "He doesn't follow anyone's advice."

"There's where you are wrong, little witch."

"Oh? And you think he'll listen to you?"

"You know nothing about me."

"I know you're a despicable excuse for a wizard."

"Funny. I've said the same about you." Barty snatched the tray out of the air and brandished it at her. "You need to eat."

"You're simultaneously weakening me and yet feeding me? That doesn't make much sense."

"My master wants you alive," he said matter-of-factly. The way his hazel eyes traveled over her body before going back to her face sickened her. "So you will eat."

Cassie didn't reach for the plate of toast and beans. She and Barty glared at each other, daring each other to make the next move. "You've been demoted to being my daytime warden, I see."

"Anything the Dark Lord assigns is an honor."

"Yes, very honorable. Until he slaughters you where you stand and feeds you to his snake like Angel."

"Ansel. And he had outlived his usefulness."

Cassie sucked her teeth. "That's quite the assessment coming from a fellow Death Eater."

"He had not taken the mark. He nursed my master back to health only under the premise that he would get to kill you."

"So my father lied to him. I wonder what he's lied to you about?"

Anger flashed through Barty's eyes. "You'll be careful to continue to disrespect him in front of me, his most valued servant - "

"Your value lies in how much you can benefit him and nothing else. I should think that was demonstrated last night when he killed one of you to protect me. Do you think that was out of paternal instinct? The second he decides that I will not bow to him he will dispose of me. He will do the same to you when you have nothing significant to offer."

"Crucio!"

The pain that Barty's curse caused was of a different caliber than she had ever felt. Whereas her father had used it on her during what he considered teaching moments, Barty wanted to cause her nothing but misery. Every nerve, every hair follicle, every cell was electrified as she writhed on the floor next to her breakfast.

He desired nothing more than to harm her. Every ounce of him wanted to punish her. This disgusting, unappreciative whore fucked blood traitors and half-bloods instead of saving herself for a loyal, deserving pureblood.

She foamed at the mouth and he grew hard against his trousers. His breath caught in his throat at the sound of her screams, but he stopped the curse. He wanted to see her bleed. As she choked on the phlegm in her throat he sliced open her cheek. The bright red blood dripped from the gash. The tip of his cock wept with excitement and strained against its confinement.

Lucius heard his niece's screams upon entering Riddle Manor. The Dark Lord and most of the Death Eaters were out terrorizing Muggle London and he had no one to ask what was happening. No one to stop him. No one to back him up.

The screaming stopped. There was a loud crash and Lucius made up his mind. He bounded up the staircase, wand in hand, and burst into the room where his niece was being held captive.

Barty Crouch Junior was pinned against the wall, his feet dangling six inches from the floor. He was coughing weakly as a pale and bloodied Cassie strangled him with wandless magic. She looked maniacal, her teeth bared in a snarl, hellbent on stealing the wizard's breath. She didn't notice that Lucius had appeared.

Barty's eyes glistened as they met Lucius's. For ten seconds, the Malfoy patriarch wrestled with his conscience.

He stepped forward and tapped the tip of his wand to Cassie's temple. She crumpled in a heap as her reality turned to black.

Barty looked rabid as he regained his ability to breathe. He stalked toward Cassie, raising his arm to hex her. Lucius swiftly disarmed him and caught his wand.

"No," said Lucius, keeping his voice even as he stared down the younger wizard. "I doubt our master gave you permission to harm her. You will not enter this room until he returns."

"I have been assigned - !"

"Then take it up with him," Lucius sneered as he pocketed Barty's wand. "I will watch her until the vampire wakes."

Weaponless, Barty stomped down the stairs. Lucius lifted his niece onto the bed, but not before magically cleaning the comforter and fluffing up the pillows. He saw no reason that she had to be uncomfortable in her prison.

When Cassie woke later that night, sore and stiff, Stellan had resumed his position. Barty was not in the room, something that she would never admit she was grateful for. She had no recollection of her uncle being in the room, nor the feeling of his hands moving gently over the freshly-healed cut on her cheek.

At Hogwarts, the Head of Slytherin prepared to travel overseas. He nor Romily had heard from Cassie, and the next logical step was to go to St. Petersburg himself. If Minister Gryzlov was holding her there, Severus would ensure he would meet his end.

Severus had donned his traveling cloak and was in the entry hall when his plans were stalled. What he hadn't expected to see was Lucius, outwardly flustered as he outpaced a panting Filch.

"A moment alone, Severus."

"I don't have time - "

"You do!" the blond wizard hissed. Severus directed Lucius to Cassie's classroom. As Kalina was lost to the whims of Lord Voldemort, the rooms remained empty.

"What is it, Lucius?" Severus demanded irritably. His companion's silver eyes were bloodshot, his skin abnormally pale. When he spoke, his voice shook in such an uncharacteristic way that his words did not register in Severus's mind for the first several seconds.

"I thought it best you find out this way," Lucius said, swallowing hard. "He has her, Severus. The Dark Lord has Cassie."

Severus left the castle grounds moments later. Albus would be furious that he didn't take the time to plan with him before leaving, but no part of him could wait.

A Portkey to St. Petersburg was no longer needed. As soon as Severus stepped into Hogsmeade, he Apparated to Little Hangleton and hoped the Dark Lord would not be displeased with his sudden appearance at the Riddle estate.

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For @bringbackthebastard. Day 5: Maybe He’s Ill Rated M. Triggers in tags.

Severus knew he wasn't a patient man. He had put some effort into that quality over the years, but he knew he was not one of the staff who would sit still with worry. He pushed back against the chair and it creaked, bringing the Great Hall's focus on him. Dismissing McGonagall's scandalised stare, and flicking his hand at Albus' obvious concern, he made his way out of the unusually quiet hall.

Last year, it was the Dark Lord possessed, and what if- He stopped that thought. Magic had strange ways to outwit those who thought themselves secure in their abilities. He wasn't going to be one of those idiots.

Severus was going out when he bumped into the Filch, and the man looked like a kneazle who ate all the doxies in Hogwarts. He shuddered before asking in a demure voice, "What is it," he paused and looked at Filch's face to understand his expectation this time. When he saw that Filch's smile had left his face, he hastened with, "Argus? I have some important business to attend to..."

Bypassing Severus, Filch closed the large doors and laid a hand on his bicep. He tugged, "Let's go there, shall we?"

This couldn't be happening, could it? Severus had to save Potter and Weasley; he didn't have time to waste on persuading Filch to leave him alone. There was no time! "Pl-"

Filch's grip turned bone-crushing. Severus groaned and all he could do was let himself be pulled. As long as he was shackled here, Filch could do anything he wanted. Behind a suit of armour, he went, not expecting to get a reprieve when he heard the sound of loud footfalls running towards them. Panicking, he pushed Filch against the wall and looked from behind the armour. He could recognise that red hair anywhere, and right beside the youngest Weasley was Potter.

He sighed in relief as saw them laugh. Filch chuckled and Severus cringed. “Hang on…” Potter said, and Filch pulled him against his taller frame. “There’s an empty chair at the staff table…Where’s Snape?” A chuckle again before Filch murmured against Severus' hidden ear, "Where is Snape, they ask. Maybe we should make a racket." As Weasley said in a cheery voice, “Maybe he’s ill!” Severus could only groan as he wished so alongside his most difficult students. He'd die of humiliation if one of them found him in such a situation (for that's all he could think of calling it). “Maybe he’s left, because he missed out on the Defense Against the Dark Arts job again!” Filch let go this time, and Severus knew he must be retrieving some implement to restrain him. This was his chance. He elbowed the man hard enough to bruise and stepped forward, towards the boys. “Or he might have been sacked!” Weasley was ecstatic. Severus couldn't help but admire his intellect. Yet, no academic reform would stop him or end his plight because Dumbledore made it a point to keep his most useful pawn by his side. Oh, how he hated Dumbledore sometimes.

“I mean, everyone hates him–”

Keeping an eye on Filch as he was dealing with his problem, Severus brought his occlumency shields up and started cooly, “Or maybe, he’s waiting to hear why you two didn’t arrive on the school train.”

#bring back the bastard fest 2021 #bring back the bastard #day 5: Maybe He's Ill #abusive relationship #or #non-con #dark!#argus filch #severus snape #severus snape x argus filch

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bi-snape · 2 years ago

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Aurora, bursting into the room: You two are having sex!

Severus, not looking up from his book: Really? Argus, why didn’t you tell me? I would have put my book down.

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twoidiotwriters1 · 5 years ago

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Written In The Stars XXVII (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: I make the notes a week prior i post the chapter and i got my wisdom tooth removed (i only had one cause I’m cool) last tuesday, i hope future me is doing well

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Warnings: A dead-looking cat and rotten food

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Chapter Nine: Deathday Party.

The rain was especially heavy during October, it wouldn’t take long before winter arrived and took away the little warmth they had in the castle.

Mel managed to keep her word during those months, dedicating most of her time to getting the best grades on every lesson -Potions was still a nightmare- and her mother’s mood improved as well, she was visiting her uncle because he’d gotten sick, and the aftermatch kept him in bed for longer than expected.

Her uncle had gotten sick a few years before, same as now, she was hoping things would go just as well. An improvement was that she didn’t have to write the same thing twice now that her mum and uncle were in the same house.

“-And there’s absolutely no chance will beat Slytherin, they’re a bunch of cheaters and now they’re also fast,” Fred huffed, “We’ve got no chance I tell you, Oliver’s going to throw himself into the lake after the match”

She’d been listening to the twins while finishing the letter for her mum. Only making fewer sounds whenever they paused so they knew she was paying attention.

“Harry’s our only hope,” George said miserably.

“You still have a chance against Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, don’t you?” She asked while closing the envelope of her letter. “Make it count.”

“Slytherin’s our first match, Mel,” Fred looked up, he and George’d been trying to feed a salamander one of his Filibuster fireworks, “if we lose that, we lose against the rest”

“Can you talk lower over there?” Ron snapped, he turned to look at his brothers. The boy was weary and bored out of his mind, trying to finish his potions homework, which made him very grumpy. “Some of us are trying to work!”

“Sod off,” George replied. “If we’re annoying how come neither Mel or Hermione are complaining?”

“I can’t complain about it when you’re talking to me, can I?” She smiled. “And ‘Mione’s an expert at ignoring people when she’s studying”

Harry walked in, covered in mud just like Fred and George minutes ago, he mumbled a 'hi’ and went straight to his room to get changed.

“How is he holding?” Mel inquired, pointing to where Harry had vanished moments ago.

The boys shrugged.

“You know Harry, he doesn’t really complain- keeps it to himself…”

“How do you think he’s doing?”

“How do you think he’s doing?” Fred asked back, “You know him better, don’t you?”

“That’s why I’m so worried,” She said grimly, “he looks… not great”

The conversation died after that, Fred and George were catching people’s attention and several students were now around their table, watching eagerly to their experiment. Ron, Hermione, and Mel sat quietly, only asking a few things here in there. After half an hour Harry came back, sitting next to his friend and looking a bit sleepy.

“Want some?” Mel offered him a piece of chocolate, a gift from her uncle.

“No thanks,” Harry replied, then he added, “I ran into Nearly Headless Nick on my way to the tower…”

He told them about his talk with him, and how he’d save Harry from getting detention. As a way to thank him, Harry agreed to assist at his 'Deathday party’. Nick also sent the invitation to Mel, Ron, and Hermione.

“A deathday party?” asked Hermione. “I bet there aren’t many living people who can say they’ve been to one of those - it’ll be fascinating!”

“Why would anyone want to celebrate the day they died?” Ron was still in an awful mood, “Sounds dead depressing to me…”

“It could be fun,” Mel shrugged, finishing the last piece of her candy and putting the wrapper away, “and educational”

“Way to make it sound thousand times more boring,” Ron said under his breath.

The table on their right exploded into laughter as the Salamander shot up in the air.

“EVERYONE GET OUT!” Percy made its way through the crowd as the twins tried to catch the salamander, “YOU TWO ARE A HEADACHE, I’LL TELL PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL ABOUT THIS AND YOU’LL BOTH GET DETENTION-”

Mel stood up, horrified and wishing for the little creature to be alright, she walked up to where the Salamander landed, still throwing golden and orange sparks.

“Don’t touch it,” Hermione said immediately, “It’ll burn you”

“Is it in pain?” Mel asked worryingly.

“-I SWEAR I WON’T MISS HAVING TO DEAL WITH YOU, ONCE I GRADUATE FROM SCHOOL, YOU’LL STOP BEING MY PROBLEM-”

“Don’t think so, Salamanders are like tiny dragons,” Ron said with an amused expression, he was glad to have an excuse to not pay attention to his homework, “they like fire”

Mel watched the tiny creature disappear in a cloud of sparks and colorful flames.

Mel didn’t think much about the feast she would be missing, Nick’s party could be just as fun, right?

She had to make a quick stop in the library, the deadline to give back one of the books she used for her essay on Vampires was about to expire and she didn’t want Pince scolding her.

She saw Erick returning from his Hogsmeade trip as she made her way back to her common room.

She wanted to ask about the trip, but they hadn’t talked since their little fight -had it really been a fight?- and was afraid of how he’d react.

However, as soon as he saw her, Erick excused himself from the group and discretely pointed to the stairs that guided to a hidden passageway. Mel followed a few steps behind, finding Erick behind the tapestry.

“Hi,” She said timidly, “are we good?”

“Have we ever been?” Erick said jokingly. “I figured you’d be feeling guilty… Gryffindors are so impulsive and then when the adrenaline it’s over they regret everything… I’m fine.”

“You are?” She frowned. “Then why did we stop talking?”

“I’ve been preoccupied,” He shrugged casually. “You never answered my note, by the way.”

“I didn’t know what to say!” She said defensively. “I thought you were angry! How was I suppose to send you a note saying-'Oh, and I want you to buy me some sugar quills, thank you’- Who do you think I am?”

“You’re too nice for sure,” He smirked. “I bought you something anyway, though I don’t know if you’ll like it…”

He searched in his pockets and pulled out a small blue bag.

“They’re all different- some of them are my favorites, some of them I can’t stand,” Erick explained. “Take it as a test, you like the wrong kind and I’ll stop talking to you for real.”

“Very funny,” She said, grabbing the bag. “I have to go…”

“Are you going to the feast?”

“Headless Nick invited Harry to his deathday party and we’re all going”

Erick looked at her in mild surprise.

“Right,” He nodded. “Send him my… condolences?”

“Will do,” She walked away and glanced at him one last time, he had an odd expression on his face.

“Have fun…”

The party was anything but fun.

Erick was aware of it, hence why he smiled at her like that, knowing full well what she was getting herself into and not bothering to warn her. She planned to have a serious talk with that boy about things that were funny and things that weren’t.

Also, she was starving.

The ghosts of the hunt arrived and ruined Nick’s party… Well, it was already bad, but now it was ruined for Nick as well as for them.

“I’m freezing,” Mel whispered, inching closer to Harry and clinging to his arm.

“I can’t stand much more of this,” Ron murmured as well, looking at the table with rotten food.

“Let’s go,” Harry nodded towards the exit.

“Pudding might not be finished yet,” Ron said eagerly, almost running towards the Great Hall.

Harry stopped dead in his tracks, he let go of her arm and in a rush he supported one hand on the stone wall, leaning his head towards it.

“Glasses?” Mel stopped too, watching him.

“Harry, what’re you -?”

“It’s that voice again - shut up a minute -”

“What are you-?”

“Listen!” Harry urged them.

None of them could hear a thing.

“Harry,” Mel said, reaching for his shoulder, “we can’t hear anything.”

He gave her one frantic look before replying.

“This way…”

Harry guided them through the entrance hall and up the marble stairs, looking around.

“Harry, what’re we -”

“SHH!” He turned around, eyes widening, “It’s going to kill someone!”

Mel and Ron shared one terrified look before following their friend. They didn’t stop running until they reached the second floor.

“Harry, what was that all about?” panted Ron, “I couldn’t hear anything…”

“None of us, really,” Mel frowned, “are you sure it didn’t come from Nick’s par-?”

“Look!” Hermione gasped in horror.

Mel was the first to move towards it, she read the words without understanding their meaning:

'THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE.’

“What’s that thing - hanging underneath?” asked Ron, with a shaky voice.

They inched closer, someone slipped behind her and only then she realized they were standing in water, the floor was flooded.

Mrs. Norris was hanging stiff from one of the torches.

“Let’s get out of here.”

“Shouldn’t we try and help -”

“Trust me,” Ron insisted. “We don’t want to be found here.”

“I agree,” Mel nodded, mouth dry, “let’s go-”

The girl backtracked until she was next to her friends, but just as she did, the rest of the students appeared on both sides of the hall. Everyone went silent.

“Enemies of the Heir, beware! You’ll be next, Mudbloods!” Malfoy had found his way to the front and he was disgustingly happy.

“What’s going on here? What’s going on?” Mel felt all the blood drain from her face as Filch approached them. He saw Mrs. Norris and covered his mouth with anguish. “My cat! My cat! What’s happened to Mrs. Norris?”

His eyes landed on the kids.

“You!” He screeched, and Mel jumped in fear walking even further away from the man, “You! You’ve murdered my cat! You’ve killed her! I’ll kill you! I’ll -”

“Argus!” Dumbledore was there too, along with the rest of the teachers.

He moved through the mass of bodies and detached the cat from the torch.

“Come with me, Argus,” He said. “You, too, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, Miss Dumbledore…”

“My office is nearest, Headmaster,” Lockhart spoke up, “just upstairs - please feel free -”

“Thank you, Gilderoy”

They followed the teachers through the hall without talking. Mel felt a thousand eyes on her but only one pair caught her attention: Bright brown eyes stared at her in horror.

Ginny Weasley looked like she was about to faint.

“She’s not dead, Argus,” Dumbledore said after carefully examining the cat.

“Not dead?” Filch cried. “But why’s she all - all stiff and frozen?”

“She has been Petrified, but how, I cannot say…”

“Ask him!” Filch, yelled, pointing menacingly to Harry.

“He didn’t do anything!” Mel replied in disbelief.

Dumbledore raised his hand to ease her.

“No second year could have done this,” He admitted, “it would take Dark Magic of the most advanced-”

“He did it, he did it!” Filch kept yelling, “You saw what he wrote on the wall! He found - in my office - he knows I’m a -I’m a… He knows I’m a Squib!”

A what?

“I never touched Mrs. Norris!” Harry exclaimed, “And I don’t even know what a Squib is.”

“Rubbish!” Filch spat, “He saw my Kwikspell letter!”

“If I might speak, Headmaster,” said Snape, talking for the first time, “Potter and his friends may have simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time… But we do have a set of suspicious circumstances here. Why was he in the upstairs corridor at all? Why wasn’t he at the Halloween feast?”

“We were at Nearly Headless Nick party,” Mel replied quickly, “there were hundreds of ghosts, they’ll tell you we were there -”

“But why not join the feast afterward?” Snape pressured, “Why go up to that corridor?”

“Because - because -” Harry stammered, “because we were tired and wanted to go to bed”

“Without any supper?” said Snape, a nasty smile on his face, “I didn’t think ghosts provided food fit for living people at their parties.”

“They don’t,” Mel continued, “that’s why I had these…”

Mel showed them the bag of candies Erick had given her hours ago. It was full, but Snape couldn’t see that at plain sight. The Professor squinted at her, unconvinced.

“I suggest, Headmaster, that Potter and Dumbledore aren’t being entirely truthful,” he said. “It might be a good idea if the kids were deprived of certain privileges until they’re ready to tell us the whole story. I personally feel Mr Potter should be taken off the Gryffindor Quidditch team until he is ready to be honest.”

“But we’re being honest,” Mel stepped forward.

“Really, Severus,” said Professor McGonagall, “I see no reason to stop the boy playing Quidditch. This cat wasn’t hit over the head with a broomstick. There is no evidence at all that Potter has done anything wrong.”

Dumbledore stared at the children with his deep, icy blue eyes.

“Innocent until proven guilty, Severus,” he said firmly.

“My cat has been Petrified!” Filch whined, “I want to see some punishment!”

“We will be able to cure her, Argus. Professor Sprout recently managed to procure some Mandrakes. As soon as they have reached their full size, I will have a potion made that will revive Mrs. Norris.”

“I’ll make it,” Lockhart offered, “I must have done it a hundred times. I could whip up a Mandrake Restorative Draught in my sleep -”

“Excuse me,” said Snape dangerously calm. “But I believe I am the Potions master at this school.”

“You may go,” Dumbledore said to Harry, Mel, Ron, and Hermione.

They rushed to the door. Instead of heading straight to their tower, they sneaked inside a room so they could speak privately.

“D'you think I should have told them about that voice I heard?” Harry asked.

“No,” said Ron. “Hearing voices no one else can hear isn’t a good sign, even in the wizarding world.”

Harry gave Ron an eerie look.

“You do believe me, don’t you?”

“'Course I do,” Ron nodded, “But -you must admit it’s weird…”

“I know it’s weird,” Harry frowned. “The whole thing’s weird. What was that writing on the wall about? The Chamber Has Been Opened… What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means trouble is coming,” Mel pushed a chair with her foot, “again.”

“You know, it rings a sort of bell,” Ron wondered. “I think someone told me a story about a secret chamber at Hogwarts once… might’ve been Bill…”

“And what on earth’s a Squib?” asked Harry.

Ron laughed lightly, Mel raised a brow.

“Well - it’s not funny really - but as it’s Filch… A Squib is someone who was born into a wizarding family but hasn’t got any magic powers. Kind of the opposite of Muggle-born wizards, but Squibs are quite unusual. If Filch’s trying to learn magic from a Kwikspell course, I reckon he must be a Squib. It would explain a lot. Like why he hates students so much. He’s bitter.”

“Why is every rubbish staff member in the school bitter about something?” Mel grumbled, “Grow up, they’re supposed to be the adults…”

A clock in the distance reminded them they should head to their tower.

“Midnight,” said Harry. “We’d better get to bed before Snape comes along and tries to frame us for something else.”

Once in the common room, Mel grabbed Harry’s wrist and stopped him as Ron and Hermione kept climbing up the stairs.

He turned around with a confused expression, “Mel?”

“I… I just wanted to say I believe you,” She let go of his hand, playing with her sleeve anxiously, “no one will think you did that to Mrs Norris”

“Tell that to Filch,” He said sarcastically.

Mel smiled.

“Well, no one but Filch will believe that. Better?”

“Better,” Mel stretched out her hand and ruffled his hair, “don’t! The natural mess it’s enough…”

“Glasses,” She chuckled, “you’re asking for the impossible”

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harrypotterandthefandomaccount · 6 years ago

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Harry Potter Characters as Bill Wurtz Quotes (Part 2)

welcome to part 2!! i got over 200 notes on the first Bill Wurtz post so i decided to make another one for fun! thank you all for the notes and reblogs, it means a lot:)

if u dont know who bill wurtz is, he made “the history of the world i guess” or the iconic vine “oH hi thanks for checking in, im still a PiEcE oF gArBaGe”

enjoy this plz i spent too much time on this just for yall and this was inspired by @a-million-chromatic-dreams with their gravity falls edit hehehe

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dragonologist-in-the-making · 5 years ago

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More than a disease

Pairing: Remus x reader

Request: Hi! So i had this idea with remus x reader where they're learning about werewolves and some kids make rude comment about them being monster and she gets really heated up saying that it's not like people choose to become a werewolf cause they've got nothing better to do, they're turned against their will and you can't judge people for things they can't control? And remus goes up to her after the class and they start spending time together and develop feelings and remus feels nice knowing that when he is ready to tell her about himself she will take it well?sorry it's so long also change whatever you want you're the writer

A/N: I don’t know if anyone who’s reading this watches Supercarlinbrothers on youtube but they have this theory that once Dumbledore became the headmaster if they couldn’t find a DADA teacher for a year he would fill in (because let’s be real, how many people do you think are applying for a job which they know will only last a year. For 50 years? He’s going to have to fill in sometimes), so I’ve rolled with that here.

Wordcount: 1.5k

Warnings: I don’t think there are any, just some fluff here!

Remus couldn’t help but watch the (y/h/c) girl as she walked to her desk, chatting animatedly to her friend about something he couldn’t hear, but wished he could. Anything she could talk about with that much passion had to be worth listening to, even if it was something as mundane as cauldron sizes. He’d been trying to work up the courage to ask her out for a while now, they shared a few classes together and always had the most interesting conversations, talking about anything which was on their minds. There was just one thing stopping him, and that was his monthly transformation.

“It’s page 394 in your textbooks today.” Dumbledore smiled as he walked through the classroom. This would have been about the only thing which could have broken Remus’ thoughts. 394. He knew that page, he had memorised that number, hoping the day would never come. Today was the day the class learned about werewolves, and he was hoping to god that nobody would make the connection to him. He quickly flipped open his book, pretending to study the page with fascination, although of course none of the information was new to him, or to his three best friends, who were currently all trying to do the same as him.

The lesson was going as smoothly as Remus could imagine it being, the class silently taking down notes from the textbook and from what Dumbledore was saying, as he described the signs of spotting a werewolf and more. The lesson went smoothly, until near the end.

“As of yet, there is no potion or remedy to the symptoms of lycanthropy, to help the human turned wolf retain some of their own mind during the transformation. Because of this, there is a strong prejudice against werewolves in the wizarding world, which I encourage you all to consider yourselves, and decide whether this is fair.” Remus winced slightly at Dumbledore’s words, he appreciated them and the kind sentiment they contained, but he knew how easily they could trigger a conflict in the class. And just as he predicted, this was exactly what happened.

“Yeah, we should just let these dangerous monsters walk among us.” Severus Snape spoke up from the other side of the classroom, a smile on his face. Remus threw a warning glance to his friends, begging them not to do anything and draw attention to him, that was the last thing he needed. It seemed his friends weren’t the people he needed to worry about arguing against Snape, as a voice he would recognise anywhere piped up hotly.

“Hey, do you think they chose this life?” She shot back at him, rising from her seat with her hands balled into fists. “Do you think they volunteered to never be able to find a job, to have everyone not even give them a chance? To not be trusted? This is a horrible thing they’ve had to go through, a tragedy thrust upon them without permission.” Her voice was rising with every sentence, and all heads were turned to her, mostly in shock. Sure, she wasn’t the type to sit silently in the back of the class but this was definitely out of the ordinary. “It’s people like you, people who just write them off as if they’re nothing more than a disease, you’re the problem. I would rather spend my life with a whole pack of werewolves than one second in your company.” You spat, chest rising rapidly with your heavy breathing from the agitated state you had worked yourself into.

Remus couldn’t help the hope that flooded into his chest as he took her words in. She understood him, she didn’t think that he was a monster. If she ever knew, she would see past his disease to the person that he was. He desperately tried to fight the smile which was edging onto his face, but failed miserably, tilting his head down to try and hide it, but a newfound confidence surging through him.

“Thank you, Miss (y/l/n).” Dumbledore spoke calmly, gesturing for you to take your seat. You did so, blushing a little but still with a determined glint in your eyes. “And it seems we’ve arrived at the end of the lesson.” He was quick to assign you homework before everyone gathered their belongings and started to leave the classroom. Remus told the boys to go ahead and that he would meet them there, as he hovered outside the classroom waiting for her to exit. She did so a couple of minutes later, a guilty smile on her face as she spotted him.

“Detention.” She shrugged lightly as they started to walk to lunch together. “Couldn’t have expected less, really, I did start shouting in a classroom. I think he agreed with me though, because it’s a detention with Hagrid, which means it can’t be anything too harsh and he probably is just doing it to try and show he has no bias, which is completely fair. Besides, I would spend all night doing manual labour for Filch if I had to, some things are more important, you know? I’m glad I said that, I think it needed to be said. Don’t you agree?” She finished her monologue looking up at the boy, hopeful expression on her face as she asked him the question.

“Go on a date with me.” He blurted out, unable to stop himself from asking after she literally stood unbeknownst next to a werewolf and went on a tirade about how any punishment was worth her defending them. Her eyes widened slightly, but so did her smile.

“I would love to, Remus.” She replied, hesitantly leaning up on her tiptoes and pressing a delicate kiss to his cheek, giggling at the goofy smile this left on his face.

Since that moment, the months had flown by, filled with many dates between them as autumn turned into winter and the pair had grown inseparable. Although it was extremely irritating when they tried to steal her away to spend time with them instead, Remus was incredibly glad that his friends got along with her, too, and even in the time they had spent apart over Christmas, an owl arrived at his window every day with a new letter from her. Now, January was drawing to a close, and he knew that he was ready to tell her his secret.

They had borrowed James’ invisibility cloak, to sneak out to the grounds and find a secluded spot where they wouldn’t be found, to just lie and look at the stars. She was currently pointing out different constellations to him, and although he already knew them he felt like he was learning all over again listening to the information coming from your mouth. “And that’s the star that Sirius is named after.” She said, pointing to a star slightly to their left, which shone brighter than the rest. They were silent for a few minutes, laying comfortably in each other’s company before she spoke up again. “What do you want to do when we leave here?” She asked, a question that seemed to come out of nowhere. He turned his head towards her, propping himself up on his elbow to be able to see her face better.

“Why do you ask?

“I don’t know, I think we’ve just been asked to think about our futures a lot, lately, haven’t we? Being in our last few years here.” She spoke, the stars shining in the reflection of her eyes. “I think I want to work for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.” She mused, and Remus felt his heart flutter slightly, that same care that had encouraged him to ask her out all those months ago showing itself as it so often did. “I think that’s where I can help people the most. What about you? Any ideas?”

“I… don’t think I have much of a career to plan.” Remus admitted, taking a breath and knowing this was the time to tell her. As she predictably asked why, he spoke into the cool night air. “I’m a werewolf, (y/n). I know you know how hard it is for us to find any job, let alone a full career.” He barely even had time to worry about her reaction before she had quelled it, a bright smile lighting her face.

“I wish other people could see past this disease, Rem, because you’re so much more than that.” She reassured him, scooting closer to him and resting her face in his neck, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone. “You’re much too smart to be overlooked because of a choice you were never given.” He could hear her sighing faintly, wishing that she could change everything, to give him the life that he deserved, to make people see him for who he was, not what he turned into. “Well, I guess this just means that I’m going to have to do really well in my job, to help the boy I love.” Their laughs mixed together in the darkness around them. Together, she would help him through the tough times, the rejections, and she would always fight her hardest to help him and others like him. But more importantly than that, he knew that she would always love him, and would see him as more than his condition.

#request #harry potter #harry potter fic #marauders #marauders era #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #young remus lupin #moony #remus x reader #young remus lupin x reader #young remus x reader #reader insert

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 4 years ago

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The Other Evans Girl [Part Five] OLD VERSION

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauder's Era]

Pairing: Sirius Black/Original Female Character, Sirius Black/Daisy Evans, James Potter/Lily Evans,

Characters: Sirius Black, Original Female Character, Daisy Evans, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Alice Fortescue, Frank Longbottom, Marlene McKinnon, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix LeStrange, Walburga Black,

Word Count: 1964

Rating: Mature

Summary: Hogwarts is a safe haven, a home for many. But it's often a place where heartache, love and complex emotions dwell and none know that better than the Marauders. Lily Evans just wants to make it out as a successful witch though the oncoming war and the ongoing advances of James Potter threaten that. Daisy Evans, her twin, has other goals. Join the Evans sister's as they make their way through Hogwarts, prepare for war and eventually find love.

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, The Other Evans Girl, Sirius Black Fic, Sirius Black/You, Sirius Black x OFC, OFC, Marauders Fic, Friends, Hate, Love, Angst, Fluff, Kissing, Implied Sex, Potters, Babies, Weddings, Dating, Friends to Loves, Slow Burn, Eventual Sirius and Daisy, Teenage Angst, Insecurities, Fighting, Arguing, Bullying, War, First Wizarding War, Marauders, Marauder's Era, 1970's, 1970s Fashion, Canon Character Deaths, Loss of Virginity, Crying, Voldemort, The Other Evans Girl, Marauders Era to war, Multiple Parts, Eventual Sirius Black, Sirius Black x Reader Fic, Sirius Black Fic, James Potter is a bit of a dick but we LOVE it, Hogsmeade,

Notes: This is a Sirius/character fic. Its going to be several parts because i have no shame hope you like

LINK TO AO3 // LINK TO PINTEREST // LINK TO ALL PARTS

‘God that wind is freezing,’ Marlene said as they stepped off the last stair into the entrance hall just as an icy breeze blew through the open door threatening to blow the first years, who had gathered to watch the older students depart for the village, away. Even though her friends had headed out of the dorm before Daisy when she had gotten to the common room, trying to quash the anger and sadness from her sister’s snubbing away, she had found them waiting for her there so they could head down together. They’d chatted on their way down but as they had gotten closer to the entrance hall Daisy had fallen quiet, her eyes scanning the vast stone chamber in search of her date, though she couldn’t see him anywhere.

‘Let’s go and get signed off by Filch,’ Alice said, noting the worry in her blonde friend’s eyes. It snapped Daisy from her thoughts and the three of them headed down the steps into the courtyard where the caretaker was waiting, marking off each student who approached him from the long roll of parchment he was holding. Now that she was in the queue she found her nerves disappearing, the excitement of going into the village infecting her almost immediately as the three of them discussed what they wanted to do on their first-ever visit to Hogsmeade. Their chatter ate up the entire chunk of time they were in the queue until finally, they were at the front of the line with Filch looking down on the trio, a scowl on his pockmarked face as he uttered gruffly, ‘Names?’ ‘Marlene McKinnon,’ Marlene said, first flashing the old man a dazzling smile. ‘Daisy Evans,’ her friend said next trying to hide her smirk at the flustered look Filch now had. ‘Alice Fortescue,’ Alice added. The caretaker looked down at his long list of approved names and scratched each one off in turn. ‘First-timers eh?’ Filch said his scowl never fading though he cleared his throat and started to make a speech he seemed to have memorised off by heart, ‘Students must be back at the Castle by no later than 4:30 pm. Please note that teachers are also in the village at this time but they are not on duty. They are entitled to visit Hogsmeade as you are. Please also note that though this is true they will intervene if they see any breaking of school rules. Even though you are not in the castle you are still a representative of the school.’

The three girls listened to him droning on in a daze. So much so that they didn’t really notice that he had finished and had to be told to ‘well go on, get going!’

As they scurried out of the man’s way and over to the side of the courtyard just as Daisy heard her name being called.

‘Evans!’ came James’ loud voice from the steps of the castle. Daisy whipped around and found him coming bounding down the steps and across the courtyard towards her, his friends following leisurely behind him. As he approached she moved towards him, stepping away from Alice and Marlene who she could hear had broken into ferocious whispers and giggles that she chose to ignore lest they make the nerves that had come back to her stomach any worse. Yet as she tried to push the nerves away she couldn’t help but notice the way her palms got a little sweaty as he came face to face with her. He wasn’t dressed as she had seen him before. In fact, he looked much more muggle and considering he was a pure-blood she had never considered the fact that he would wear anything other than robes when out and about. Yet as her gaze fell on the three boys behind him she found they were all dressed similarly which she supposed made sense. It was a day out in Hogsmeade, not some ball at the Ministry of Magic, why wouldn’t he have opted to dress casually?

‘James,’ she said with a smile as stopped just a couple of feet away. ‘Are you ready?’ he said receiving a nod in return. There was another titter behind her which made her flush deep crimson. ‘Yeah, I was just saying goodbye to my friends. They’re heading down to the village now, right guys?’ she said turning to give her best friends a death glare.

‘Oh yeah,’ Marlene said, ‘we were just going. Come on Al.’ ‘Bye Dais,’ Alice said before giving James a weak smile as she followed her friend away from the group. ‘Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,’ Marlene said loudly over her shoulder as she walked away. Daisy blushed again as she watched the girls leave the castle gates, shoulders moving quickly as they laughed. Though when she looked back at James he was watching her with a confident smile – one that meant he hadn’t gotten the insinuation or he was basking in it, either option still caused the red on Daisy’s cheeks to linger.

‘So…’ she said. ‘So…’ he repeated, making her shift uncomfortably as she realised she was hoping his bravado would cause him to take the helm of the whole ‘small talk thing’. When he didn’t elaborate she felt the responsibility fall to her and so she asked, ‘uh, have you checked in with Filch yet?’

‘No,’ James said.

‘Well, we should probably do that first…then we can get going,’ she said awkwardly.

‘Right,’ James said though he made no inclination to move.

‘There’s quite a queue forming,’ Daisy said, hoping he’d get the hint. The boys behind him were watching him just as closely and it was only then did his brain seem to kick into gear, as if a switch had been flicked as he remembered it wasn’t just the two of them. ‘Yeah, come on guys before we get left behind,’ James said, turning and beckoning his friend to follow them where they walked towards Filch.

He headed past them, each of them turning around as he did and following him back towards where Filch was as Daisy brought up the rear, suddenly feeling left out. As they walked towards the queue Daisy surveyed the boys in front of her. Sirius was dressed in a similar vein to James, both wearing jeans and a t-shirt though James was wearing trainers and a thick cord jacket whereas Sirius had opted for some thick-soled boots and a leather jacket. Peter too was sporting a similar outfit, his jeans and trainers looking mightily similar to James’ though she couldn’t see if he was wearing a t-shirt as his outfit was covered by a thick parker, buttoned all the way to the top. In fact, Remus seemed to be the only one to break their ‘dress code’ as he was wearing a look that consisted of a shirt, pants and jumper combo. She also noted that out of the four of them he looked the least enthusiastic, with dark purple bags under his eyes and a pallor to his skin that she was sure wasn’t from the cold. It didn’t surprise her of course given that he often looked like this and if the rumours were true it was due to his mother being gravely ill so she didn’t expect him to look any better.

As they got into line Daisy hovered by the outside of it, watching as they went through the same process she had earlier before eventually they were all ready to head down to the village, down the winding land that connected both Hogsmeade and Hogwarts. Sirius took the lead as they walked, flanked by Peter who was rabbiting in his ear about the nearing Gobstones tournament and Remus who looked exhausted just trying to keep pace. Daisy used her shorter legs as an excuse to hang back and James did too though they were about halfway to Hogsmeade before either of them spoke.

‘What shops do you want to visit?’ James said, trying to break the ice just as Daisy said, ‘I didn’t know we were going with friends.’ ‘Oh,’ James said. His boyish grin disappeared for a second as Daisy dropped her gaze to the hard cold ground they were walking on. ‘I mean it’s not a problem I just thought we were going together,’ she said quickly though it came out less intelligible than she had planned. ‘No, I mean I didn’t invite them… they were just going to the village too and well we’re mates I thought you wouldn’t mind if they tagged along,’ James said, watching her face closely though she didn’t look in his direction, her green eyes fixed onto the back of Sirius’ head. ‘Oh… I don’t,’ Daisy lied trying to squash the disappointment she was feeling. As she tucked a loose curl of hair behind her ear they fell silent, the only sound either of them made being the crunch of stones beneath their shoes. After a moment James cleared his throat, an action that caught her attention, as he offered her an apologetic smile and said, ‘I didn’t think.’

‘It’s fine…really,’ Daisy protested looking at him quickly before looking anywhere but him. She was thankful the three boys were far enough away now that they wouldn’t be in earshot. ‘I’ve never really done this before,’ James said. ‘Done what?’ she asked. ‘Dated anyone…’ James admitted. Daisy stopped in her tracks. She couldn’t believe it. James Potter. The James Potter. Loveable rogue and the apple of many a student’s eye had never been on a date before. James hadn’t noticed she had stopped but hearing only silence he turned to find her a couple of paces behind him, ‘what?’ he asked.

‘Nothing,’ Daisy said before her face broke into a sympathetic smile, ‘I mean I haven’t exactly done this before either.’ ‘Yeah?’ James said. Daisy nodded. ‘Right well. At least we’re in this whole first date thing together then, eh?’ he said. Daisy nodded again, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach, a sensation that worsened as James’ hair fell in his eyes and he pushed it away casually. At that she couldn’t help but stare though fortunately he didn’t seem to notice given that there was a sudden yell from further ahead and the pair turned to find Sirius, Remus and Peter all facing their direction watching them quizzically.

‘Are you two coming or what?’ Peter yelled adding on from the call of James’ name that had gotten their attention. ‘Yeah,’ they both said in unison watching as the boys turned back and started walking now in furtive conversation. James shrugged and started to walk again, Daisy now by his side. ‘How about this?’ he said causing the younger girl to look in his direction expectantly, ‘we visit a couple of shops with the lads and then we break off from them and do some sightseeing?’ ‘What is there to see?’ Daisy said, trying to think of what he could possibly want to visit in the small market town. ‘I know a couple of nice places,’ James chuckled, throwing his arm around her shoulders, ‘trust me.’

As he headed to catch up to the boys he walked quicker which meant that Daisy was almost a run beside him to keep up not that she minded. James Potter had his arm around her and though there were at least three layers of fabric between them Daisy could swear her back was on fire from his touch alone. None of the boys seemed to notice this change in contact between the pair but she did note a couple of stares from people in her year as they walked through the village not that she cared because today was a good day.

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hprecfest · 1 year ago

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DAY 9 RECS FROM DREAMWIDTH & ELSEWHERE

❄️To The Letter (1,738 words) by pauraque❄️

Argus Filch/Peter Pettigrew || rec

Snow shoveled, detention served, but Filch doesn't send him away.

❄️Charade (758 words) by Taxonomic❄️

Tom Riddle/Hepzibah Smith ||

She likes the lie she tells herself: that Tom can’t resist her.

❄️Blood Ties (400 words) by Coconutice22❄️

Harry Potter/Tobias Snape ||

Harry was desperate, but so was Snape.

❄️The Doctor will see you now (1,767 words) by showyourself❄️

Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy/Severus Snape ||

Lady Malfoy has fallen into a deep melancholy, refusing her morning constitutionals and taking to her bed for days. Her husband, deeply concerned, takes her to see Professor Snape, a fertility specialist, after they still have not conceived a year after their marriage. Will Snape's unorthodox methods resolve her case of hysteria? Will he be able to help the couple overcome their inexperience and sustain the Malfoy line?

❄️M is for Malfoy (9,609 words) by Coconutice22❄️

Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy/Harry Potter/Severus Snape ||

Harry and Severus run into Narcissa and Lucius at a fundraising event. Soon, something other than money is getting raised.

❄️Trio'd (6,057 words) by saf_is_bored❄️

Hermione Granger/Harry Potter/Ron Weasley ||

The thing about being in love with your best friend, Ron thought miserably, was how long it took to realize you were being a little bit gay about it.

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vsilas · 4 years ago

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Fics That Made Me Ship A Ship I Didn’t Think I’d Ship (Snape Edition)

For the last day of Snape Appreciation Month, I thought I’d boost other creators and recommend some really compelling fanfiction!

Severus Snape/Harry Potter

Chrysalis by starcrossedgirl

In which Harry is a tad messed up after the war, but Snape gives him a run for his money. Or: an epic tale of PTSD, recovery and gay porn!

This was the first Snarry fic I ever read and I have to say I got really lucky because it basically checked all the boxes for me! Absolutely delightful, and a classic for a reason.

Severus Snape/Argus Filch

Love is Blind by Delphi

I just have to say that I read all 42 Snilch fics by Delphi that are on AO3 and I want more. The writing is poetic, compelling, and incredibly hot. I never even considered Snilch before I found this essay (do yourself and favor and read it!) but it makes so much sense and allows for one of the most canon-complaint versions of Snape in fandom. I love these horrible men so much... *wipes away tear*

Severus Snape/Remus Lupin

That Awful Boy by paracosim @paracosim

Petunia lets slip a twenty-year-old secret, and Harry is sent to Spinner's End to study Occlumency early. Severus Snape can see no way in which this could end in catastrophe.

Generally I’m not a huge fan of Snupin since I think this pairing requires them to address a lot of history and get past a lot of issues, and that isn’t always managed well in fics. That being said, this story handles their relationship really well, without glossing over any of the problems or tensions. It’s all very human, and the fact that their relationship isn’t the main focus of the story somehow makes it that much more realistic and adult. It’s pretty slow burn, and a one step forward, ten steps back kinda deal, so obviously I adore it. Also the dynamic of a mild-mannered Lupin annoying the hell out of a volatile Snape because Legilimency doesn’t work on werewolves is great :P

Severus Snape/Albus Dumbledore

In Infinite Remorse of Soul by perverse_idyll

Albus Dumbledore never makes the same mistake twice. Certainly not in love.

I was kinda shaken by this story. This isn’t really a romantic relationship, but an exercise in cruelty, a study in manipulation and guilt. The writing is absolutely superb, and it really digs into Dumbledore’s more twisted nature and the way he sees the people around him. The sexuality is almost incidental given the sheer powerplay of the situation, but I suppose that’s also what makes it sexual. All in all, a very powerful piece of writing, and it makes me want to read more interpretations of Snape/Dumbledore.

Please let me know about other hp fics that turned you onto a ship! While my otp is Snape x happiness, I’m always open to exploring new ships. Currently interested in learning more about Snamione, Snockheart, and Snucius + Snucissa.

@snapeloveposts

#snape appreciation month #snape appreciation month 2020 #snape #pro snape #snapedom #fic recs #snarry #snilch #snupin #snumbledore

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freshly-mown-grass-and-potions · 7 years ago

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I really like Snape x Filch fics. Not romantic ones, but friendship and general care for one another. They both deserved better.

#severus snape #alan rickman #harry potter #argus filch #snape x filch

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avalonmoonshinesstuff · 3 years ago

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For @bringbackthebastard Day 4. M rated. Snape x Filch

Trigger in the tags

There wasn't much Severus could do but let the man bandage him, he knew that. But he stared as those knobby hands pushed his robes higher than was necessary and he stared as those excited eyes traced the way up his thighs. Suppressing a shudder, Severus distracted the predator by lashing out, "Blasted thing, how are you supposed to keep your eyes on all three heads at once?"

“POTTER!”

He gulped when Filch smiled at this and trailed a hand up and through the cuts, deliberately applying pressure. Severus tried to keep his breathing even and put all his magic into his occlumency shields. Just as he got his bearings right, he realised that Potter was looking through the door.

His shields crashed down faster than Severus had taken into building them up. He didn't have time to analyse anything, just as Filch's hands had finally wormed their way into his pants, he watched Potter trying to shut the door like the sneaky little bastard he was, his glasses glinting from the direct light, but–

The gangly boy straightened and Severus' anger surfaced up. How could the boy disrespect him now? How dare he snoop and spy on Severus? He dropped his robes and watched as the boy tried to look apprehensive but all he saw was red. Little tricks did not work on Severus anymore. He knew Potter wanted to humiliate him with what he saw today.

“I just wondered if I could have my book back.”

Egoistic little bastard. Just because you wondered! No knocks, nothing. Just because you're a bloody Gryffindor and Potter. Dumbledore will always favor you and your three-

His senses were on high aleart once again, and he tried to find the others out of the corner.

“GET OUT! OUT!”

As he watched him leave, Severus realised that this Potter only had two friends and he groaned in pain.

Filch was back at it again.

#bring back the bastard #day 4: a horrible sight #bring back the bastard fest 2021 #pro snape #snape #severus snape #argus filch #harry potter #my timezone is ist so I'm sorry!!#snape x filch #severus snape x argus filch #abusive relationship #or #non-con #dark!

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bi-snape · 2 years ago

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Aurora: Who do we know that has handcuffs?

Argus: Well Professor Snape and I-

Severus: *elbows Filch*

Argus: ...wouldn't know.

#argus x severus #severus x argus #snilch #aurora sinistra #argus filch #severus snape prince #severus snape #shit post #random #random shit #my shit #hp #hp text post #hp shit #hp shitpost #incorrect hp quotes #incorrect harry potter quotes #inccorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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ao3feed-snape · 4 years ago

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Change of Heart || Hermione Granger

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3zfe8eC

by PhoenixWing1021

With immense power comes tremendous responsibilities; however, where do these responsibilities lay? With good or evil?

Watch as the young pure-blood witch, Olympia Warwick from the famous Warwick family, navigate adventures, tests and relationships throughout her years within Hogwarts and figure out within herself where her mind, morals, and heart lies. Is it with her new-formed friends and potential significant other which lead her to be questioned about everything within her life, or are her familiar roots too strongly tied with evil to ever change, or let go?

Words: 1950, Chapters: 1/35, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage

Categories: F/F

Characters: Theodore Nott, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Severus Snape, Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Bill Weasley, Percy Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Ted Tonks, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Andromeda Black Tonks, Salazar Slytherin, Hannah Abbott, Cho Chang, Ludo Bagman, Bathilda Bagshot, Katie Bell, Cuthbert Binns, Phineas Nigellus Black, Amelia Bones, Susan Bones, Terry Boot, Lavender Brown, Dolores Umbridge, Charity Burbage, Frank Bryce, Frank Longbottom, Colin Creevey, Dennis Creevey, Dirk Cresswell, Fleur Delacour, Gabrielle Delacour, Dedalus Diggle, Amos Diggory, Cedric Diggory, Albus Dumbledore, Dudley Dursley, Marge Dursley, Petunia Evans Dursley, Vernon Dursley, Marietta Edgecombe, Argus Filch, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Mundungus Fletcher, Cornelius Fudge, Anthony Goldstein, Gregory Goyle, Astoria Greengrass, Fenrir Greyback, Rubeus Hagrid, Rolanda Hooch, Helga Hufflepuff, Angelina Johnson, Lee Jordan, Bertha Jorkins, Gilderoy Lockhart, Augusta Longbottom, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Xenophilius Lovegood, Olympe Maxime, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, Cormac McLaggen, Pansy Parkinson, Padma Patil, Parvati Patil, Peter Pettigrew, Irma Pince, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Quirinus Quirrell, Helena Ravenclaw, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Voldemort (Harry Potter), Zacharias Smith, Alicia Spinnet, Oliver Wood, Blaise Zabini, The Fat Lady (Harry Potter), Fawkes (Harry Potter), Fluffy (Harry Potter), Fang (Harry Potter), Hedwig (Harry Potter), OC - Character

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Original Female Character(s), Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Lavender Brown/Ron Weasley, Ron Weasley/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Hermione Granger x Female!OC, Useless Lesbians, Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Comedy, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Adult Content, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Canonical Character Death, Queer Character, POV First Person, Original Character(s), Hufflepuff/Slytherin Inter-House Relationships, Getting Together, Getting Back Together, Getting to Know Each Other, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Emotional Baggage, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Hate to Love, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, POV Lesbian Character, Gay, Bisexuality, Bad Albus Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Mentor Minerva McGonagall, Mentor Remus Lupin, Animagus Harry Potter, The Author Regrets Nothing, Attempt at Humor, Friendship, British Slang, British Comedy, British Character, Drama & Romance, Draco Malfoy is Bad at Feelings, Draco Malfoy is a Good Friend, Death Eaters, Developing Relationship, Developing Friendships, Order of the Phoenix (Harry Potter), Quidditch, Canon Universe, Freeform, Implied Sexual Content, Book 1: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Book 2: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Action/Adventure, Adventure & Romance, Action & Romance, follows the plot mostly, Sit Down This Will Be a Long Build Up, Awkwardness, Alcohol, Blood, Blood and Injury, Blood and Gore, Family Feels, Family Drama, Family Issues, Family Secrets, Education, LGBTQ Character, Slow Build, Slow Romance, Jealousy, Intoxication, LGBTQ Female Character, Idiots in Love, Dragons, Mild Language, Rebellion, Teen Romance, Teen Angst

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3zfe8eC

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“The Three Broomsticks” || YEAR 3 – Ch.20 (HP au)

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Day posted: 9/15/2020

Word count: 2, 706

Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)

Rating: E for everyone

Warnings: none

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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.

This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D

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Heather stepped out into the road outside of Honeydukes and jumped behind Harry and Hermione, shielding her face from the whipping wind and stinging snowflakes being thrown around them. They quickly ran down the street and entered the tiny inn before they froze in the blizzard.

The bartender woman smiled at them as they entered and went back to serving a loud group of wizards in the back, calming them down with another round of drinks and chips.

“Butterbeer’s two sickles.” Ron opened his hand.

They stuffed their hands in their pockets and pulled out the coins before making their way to a corner table while Ron got the drinks. They slipped in beside a Christmas tree and sat at the table. Heather looked out the window at the blizzard and shivered in her chair.

The inn was nice, far nicer than the Leaky Cauldron, and cozier too. There was a warm fire next to the bar and the heat radiated all the way to their back table in waves that followed the flames.

Ron came back holding two tankards of butterbeer in each hand and sat down next to Heather. “These’ll thaw us down.”

Heather slid her tankard in front of herself and hummed happily, keeping her hands on the warm wood and feeling the blood return to her hands. She tipped it into her mouth and drank the toasty liquid and set the tankard down with a clank.

“That’s amazing!” It was the most delicious drink she’d ever tasted. Better than eggnog even, and she loved sneaking sips from the Dursley’s eggnog cartons.

Now that their lips weren’t so frozen, Hermione reminded them of why they were there.

“Right… So,” Harry started, looking around. He leaned in and waited for them to do the same. “Fred and George gave us a map that shows all the secret passages out of Hogwarts.”

Ron’s jaw dropped. “They what?”

“They said they didn’t need it anymore, having memorized it all and everything,” Heather said quickly, seeing the face of betrayal Ron was making.

“It’s a secret map too, enchanted to look like normal parchment and everything. It’s really amazing.” Harry avoided Hermione’s eyes when speaking, seeing the look of shock wash away and concern replace it.

Hermione turned to Heather. “You’re going to turn that in immediately, aren’t you?”

Heather pressed her lips together, knowing that would be the right thing to do, if only she didn’t find that map incredibly useful, especially since it had come in handy once before and would come in handy way more, now that she was used to the idea of sneaking around the castle. “Well…”

“Well what?” Hermione demanded. “Do you three have any idea how dangerous that map is right now?” She lowered her voice, “With Sirius Black walking around TRYING to get in?”

“Succeeding, remember. He doesn’t need that map,” Ron reminded them.

“Exactly. Besides, if I handed it in, I’d have to tell on Fred and George. I’m sure Filch realized it was gone and would ask me where I got it. They’d get in trouble.”

Heather nodded in agreement, but knowing that was a horrible excuse. “And, Hermione, do you really think Professor Dumbledore doesn’t know about any of these passages? He knows everything about the castle – ”

“Except the Chamber of Secrets,” Hermione crossed her arms.

“R-right… but that’s different…” she bit her lip and looked to Ron for help.

“Uh,” Ron started. “A-and they came in through Honeydukes! We’d’ve heard about a break-in there if he knew about the secret passage they took.”

They all looked at Hermione who did not seem very happy but couldn’t argue against all of them.

Ron finished the discussion by pointing to a notice posted to the window, reminding them all of the dementors roaming around the village after sundown. “He’d have to break into Honeydukes during the day or risk getting caught by those things at night.”

Heather gasped suddenly, as she spotted emerald green robes walk past the window. There was a rush of air that pulled on their hair as the door opened with a ding of the bell and closed behind Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Hagrid, and Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic.

Ron and Hermione pushed Harry and Heather under the table, hiding them from view. Heather watched their feet walk over to the bar, turn, and walk towards them. She heard Hermione whisper ‘Leviosa’ at the Christmas tree, levitating it several inches off the ground. Heather quickly took out her wand and whispered ‘Mobiliarbus’, helping Hermione move it over to cover their table.

Through the thick lower branches of the decorated tree, she saw four sets of chair legs move back at the table right besides theirs and heard creaks as they all sat down in their seats. A pair of sparkly high heels came clacking down to them.

“Gillywater, Minerva?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Four pints of mulled mead?”

“Ta, Rosemerta,” said Hagrid.

“Dry cherry soda?”

“Thank you, thank you!” Professor Flitwick squeaked.

“Your rum then, Minster.”

“Rosemerta, thank you m’dear. Won’t you take a break and join us? It’s lovely to see you again.”

“I’d love to, Minster.” There was a final thump and another chair got pulled back. The sparkly heels moved in front of the chair legs one at a time and with a creak of the chair, Rosemerta sat down.

It was the last weekend of term for the teachers too, and it looked like they were going to enjoy their time in Hogsmeade with the rest of the students. Heather looked to Harry, both knowing this meant they’d have little to no time to make it back to Honeydukes before it closed at sundown.

“What brings you down here, Minister?” said Rosemerta.

There was a pause and in a hushed tone, Cornelius Fudge responded. “I’m on the business of Sirius Black, m’dear. You heard what happened up at the school on Halloween, did you?”

“There’s been rumors.”

“If by rumor you mean Hagrid…” Professor McGonagall sighed.

“Is Black really still in the area? Is that why you’re down?”

“I’m absolutely certain of it.”

Hermione lightly kicked them after hearing the Minister’s words.

“Which means the dementors will be staying,” Rosemerta sounded annoyed. “They searched my pub twice last week – scared nearly everyone away.”

“I am sorry about that, m’dear. I don’t like them any more than anyone else does – those awful creatures – but they are necessary to keep everyone safe. I’ve just met a few and, well they’re in quite a mood. Dumbledore won’t let them in the castle and – ”

“And why would he?” Professor McGonagall cut in. “How can we teach with those horrifying things floating around above our heads? You know how many wizards experience severe reactions to them. Let alone young students.”

“Oh absolutely could not teach with them in my classroom,” Flitwick agreed.

“Yes. But however true that is, the dementors serve a purpose. They protect from something much, much worse. Remember what Black’s capable of.”

“We remember,” came Hagrid’s somber voice.

“I still can’t believe it. All these years and I just can’t,” Rosemerta sighed. “Sirius Black… of all people? I remember him and his friends back when they went to school… If you’d’ve told me any one of them could turn to the Dark Side I’d’ve said you had too much to drink.”

“You know he’s far worse than people realize.”

“What’s worse than murdering all those people, Minister?”

“You remember his best friend, don’t you, Rosemerta?” Professor McGonagall asked.

Rosemerta laughed. “How could I not? They were joined at the hip! Thick as thieves those, two. There was never one in here without the other. Oh, and they were the funniest pair of kids I’ve ever had in here. Quite the double act, those two… Sirius Black and James Potter… What boys they were.”

Heather choked on her breath. She squeezed her mouth between her elbow and coughed. She couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. She stared at the sparkly heels and shook her head.

“A couple of troublemakers those two, but exceptionally bright – very bright minds. They were the ringleaders of their little gang. Those four…” Professor McGonagall trailed off.

“They were all good as brothers,” Professor Flitwick added.

Professor McGonagall continued. “Inseparable. He was best man at James’ wedding… In fact, James made Sirius godfather to his children.”

Rosemerta’s gasp echoed that of Heather and Harry’s. Why hadn’t they been told any of this? That’s why everyone was so weirdly intense about it all around them. That’s why Mr. Weasley thought they’d go looking… Because Sirius Black was they’re father’s best friend.

“Can’t imagine how that’d torment them to know,” Hagrid murmured.

“Because Black was on the opposite side as James? Black was in league with You-Know-Who?”

“Worse, m’dear. Far worse,” Fudge spoke up. “The Potters knew You-Know-Who was after them. Dumbledore had many useful spies, and one of them tipped him off about it and he immediately alerted the Potters. He told them their best chance at hiding from You-Know-Who was the Fidelius Charm.”

“What’s that?”

“The Fidelius Charm,” Professor Flitwick put on his teaching voice. “Is a complex spell that conceals a secret inside of a single, living soul. The information is hidden inside that person and is impossible to find… unless that secret keeper chooses to divulge it. As long as the secret-keeper never opens their mouth, the information could be right under your nose and you’d never find it in your lifetime or after.”

“The Potters made Black their Secret-keeper then?” Rosemerta whispered.

“Of course,” Professor McGonagall tapped her foot. “Naturally. Dumbledore offered to be the Secret-Keeper for them… but James told him that Black would rather die than reveal their location, that Black said he’d go into hiding for them… Dumbledore was still worried, however.”

“Did he suspect Black?” Rosemerta asked Heather’s question.

“He suspected someone among them – someone close to them – was keeping You-Know-Who informed. Everywhere the Potters hid, Death Eaters were not far behind.”

“And yet he insisted on having Black as his Secret-Keeper?”

“He trusted him,” whispered Harry.

Heather turned to him and stared into his eyes. He was too focused to notice.

“He did,” Fudge said slowly. “That only lasted a week of course… Just a week after the Fidelius Charm was performed… Black turned them into You-Know-Who sometime that week. Of course, little did You-Know-Who know that’d he’d meet his downfall facing little Harry Potter. All weak and powerless, he fled and died who knows where. With no master, Black was put in a very serious position. He was a traitor with nowhere else to go.”

Hagrid growled. “I met him that day. I musta bin the last to see him! I went down to rescue Harry an’ Heather from their house. It was me what took them to safety. I’d gotten there, seen all that ruin an’-an’ their parents lyin’ on the floor in front o’them… Harry with a big gash on his forehead. Then here comes Sirius Black, in that flyin’ muggle motorbike. He was all white an’ shakin’ in his boots, he was. AN’ I COMFORTED THAT MURDERIN’ TRAITOR!” Hagrid roared.

“Shhhhhh.” Professor McGonagall kicked him under the table.

“He wanted them, y’know. He asked me for them. But I said no. I’d had me orders to get them to their aunt and uncle’s house. He gave me his bike ter use. Said he wasn’t needin’ it no more.”

“It would have been too easy for the Ministry to trace,” Fudge said.

“At least the Ministry caught him next day,” Rosemerta said after a long pause.

“If only we had. One of their friends, Peter Pettigrew got to him before we did. Furious at him for betraying them. Fought Black as soon as he found him…”

“He had always been a poor duelist,” said Professor McGonagall heavily.

“Took a team of highly trained Hit Aurors from Magical Law Enforcement to take him down. I was a junior Minister in the Department of Magical Catastrophes… It was a sight to see. The giant crater and Black standing there… right in the center standing over bloody robes and… the remains.”

There was a long pause.

“Well, there it is, m’dear. Took twenty squad members to bring him into Azkaban, where he stayed for twelve years.”

“But he must be mad now, spending all that time in Azkaban.”

“You’d think that. No, I met him my last visit to Azkaban… Everyone else normally sits in their cell, muttering wildly to themselves, rocking back and forth, staring at the walls… Not Black. He spoke to me quite clearly. So normal, it was unnerving. He asked for my newspaper, ha! Must’ve been bored… How he managed to stay sane is beyond me. He was the most heavily guarded… dementors posted outside his door and barred window day and night.”

There was another pause and a clink of glass on wood.

“Minister, if you’re dining with the Headmaster today, we should get going,” said Professor McGonagall.

One by one they all got up and pushed in their chairs. Professor McGonagall’s emerald green robes swung back into place just at her ankles and slowly everyone but Rosemerta left the inn.

There was a flurry of snow that had blown in as the door swung closed, and Harry and Heather stayed sitting there in shocked silence. Heather was shaking her head, unbelieving everything they’d just said. She pushed everything away, hating it all. She hated knowing about her parents and their past, hating thinking they existed without them.

They were names and words, sounds without meaning. And now she knew her father had a best friend, and a group of loyal friends… and he was a troublemaker and a brilliant wizard and… he’d trusted his bestest friend with his life… and the life of his family… ‘Quite the double act, those two’… She shook her head again.

“Heather?”

“Harry?”

Heather and Harry looked up at Hermione and Ron, poking their heads down to check on them. The tree had been moved back and it was clear to come out. They sat back in their seats and sipped the butterbeer in silence. Ron and Hermione never spoke a word the rest of the time.

“We should head back,” Harry pushed his empty tankard away.

Everyone nodded and they slowly got up. They exited the Three Broomsticks and ran back to Honeydukes. They were told they were closing soon and the first chance they could, Heather and Harry snuck back down to the cellar, leaving Ron and Hermione standing worried and awkward alone at the door.

The tunnel walk back to the castle was quiet between them. She knew Harry had a million questions and wanted to talk to her. He kept glancing at her as they walked in the light of their wands, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the rocky ground.

When they were younger, she had always rejected the idea that their parents had died in a car crash. She’d told Harry stories about how they were simply dust clumps come to life for the sole purpose of annoying the Dursleys. And now she couldn’t stop thinking of two young boys running around Hogwarts, throwing dung bombs in the halls and getting yelled at by Filch. About a boy that looked very much like Harry, wearing ruby red robes and flying around in the Quidditch Pitch. About people laughing at his jokes.

She was brought back from her thoughts by Harry asking for the spell to open the witch up again. She mumbled the spell and let him lead her out.

In no time at all she was lying on her bed, face buried in her pillow, trying not to think about what James Potter would have been like as a father. He was a bright wizard… would he have been proud of her? She crawled under the covers and stayed there through dinner.

In the end, she decided it made no difference. She closed her eyes for bed as the other girls blew out their candles. If she didn’t care what her grandparents or great, great, great grandparents were like, why should she care what they were like?

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