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badfvith · 4 years ago

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burning to the ground | draco malfoy

Request: love your draco work 😍so requesting something where you’re a Weasley and dating draco set in the half blood prince where the borrow sets on fire. where draco apparates to the burrow to tell you to get out because he knows Bellatrix is coming but your family don’t know that you’re dating. just imagining family angst but a really scared and afraid draco 💖💞 A/N: okay so i freaking LOVED this request. i seriously think this might be one of my favorite pieces i’ve written. the end makes me 🥺 (all of yall out there like me who have seen the movies 80 million times will hopefully understand) i hope you like this!!! 💓 warnings: a bit angsty but i promise it’s also fluffy too dw word count: 1786

Christmas. The most wonderful time of the year. Or so they say.

This Christmas was hosted at your house, “the burrow” as everyone called it. You didn’t have much being 1/8 Weasley children, but what you did have was an overwhelming sense of family and love. Your mom decided it was only fitting to invite Remus and Tonks, and of course Harry (who was basically another one of your brothers at this point) as he had been staying with all of you for the year.

This Christmas was different than all the others. Conversations were less about trying to guess what gifts everyone got each other and more about what they thought the Death Eaters’ next moves were. It was obvious that everyone was on edge.

You all walked your guests out at the end of the night. You were leading the pack, and stopped on the porch to hug Remus and Tonks goodbye.

“It was delicious Molly, really.” You heard Tonks say and turned around to see her hugging your mom. Your focus then turned from that sweet moment to a very distressed looking Remus staring out at the landscape ahead. You had to admit, the front of your house looked a bit intimidating in the darkness and the slow breeze swaying the weeds near the water, but nothing too horrifying that it would cause this sort of reaction from Remus.

“What is it sweetheart?” You heard Tonks say softly, putting a hand on his arm. He shook his head briefly but didn’t respond.

You took a few steps forward to get a better look at what Remus might’ve been eyeing, the floor boards creaking underneath your feet. You heard some shuffling around behind you and saw that Harry and Ron had now made their way outside as well, standing closely behind you.

“Sorry ‘bout that.” Remus said, finally breaking the tense silence. “We should go.”

“Thank you again for everything.” Tonks said waving to us. I gave her a smile and the two of them took each other’s hands and started to walk away.

“Alright. Let’s all go inside then.” Your mom said hurriedly.

You heard everyone moving behind you, but you stood still where you were.

“(y/n)! Let’s go!” Ron yelled.

You turned around and waved him off. “I’ll be there in a second.”

“Whatever.” He replied.

After a few more minutes of staring out into the darkness, you convinced yourself that both you and Remus were crazy and that there was nothing there. You took one last good look before turning around to go back inside.

“(y/n)!” You froze. Nope. There is no way this is happening. All night long everyone has been freaked out over Death Eaters and the second you turn around an unknown voice calls your name? You took a deep breath, in which you prepared yourself for death. Why didn’t you go inside when Ron called you?

You slowly turned around, expecting to see Voldemort himself pointing his wand at you. Instead you were met with the all too familiar platinum blonde hair, all black suit, and worried expression of your boyfriend Draco.

You felt a rollercoaster of emotions swim through your brain and your body. A choked half laugh half cry left your throat as you stared at him, wide eyed.

“(y/n)...” He said quietly, for the second time that night.

“Draco.” You replied, before slowly walking towards him and practically falling into his embrace.

This year had been tough for Draco and for your relationship. The beginning of year was...an undertaking to say the least, with Draco keeping you completely in the dark about his father, his family, and his commitments to the Dark Lord. However finally one day he broke down and told you everything which ended in an entire night of cuddles, tears, “i’m so sorrys” and “it’s not your faults.” You have never loved anyone like you loved Draco, and you knew he felt the same. You both hadn’t meant to hide your relationship for this long, but this year everything had gotten so complicated. You decided it was best to keep it a secret from both of your families, obviously knowing the rather difficult history between them. So now that your secret boyfriend who was tasked with killing the most powerful wizard in the world, who would probably be killed by your father if his father didn’t reach him first, had randomly showed up on your lawn on Christmas night, you knew something must be wrong.

“I love you.” You said quickly as you pulled away to look up at him. “But why in the world are you here?”

“You have to get out of here. Now.” Was all he said. There were tears pricking his eyes so you reached up to cup his face, softly stroking his cheek with your thumb.

“What? Why?” You pressed.

“It’s not safe here anymore. I can’t lose you, I can’t–” He said before breaking into a cry.

“Shhh baby.” You said, letting his head fall against your shoulder. “One step at a time okay? Just tell me what’s happening.” Your voice was soft but you were feeling anything but calm right now. There were a million things running through your brain, number one being the fact that you were in plain sight with an entire family of hardcore anti-Malfoys sitting about 10 feet away.

After a few more seconds he lifted his head back up to look at you. “You have to get out of here. She’s coming. I heard their whole plan I know that they’re comi-”

“What in the bloody hell is HE doing here?!” You heard. Your jaw dropped open and you jumped away from Draco. You turned around to see Ron and Harry in the doorway with their wands pointed at him.

“I don’t know but I don’t think he’s here to say Merry Christmas.” Harry spat. He started fast walking towards the two of you.

“STOP!” You screamed, before you fully thought it through.

“WHAT IS GOING ON?” You closed your eyes as your dad’s voice boomed through your ears.

“Shit.” You whispered.

“Expelliarmus!” Harry fired at Draco. You didn’t even notice Draco pull out a wand; your head was spinning with how to handle this situation. Draco’s wand went flying out of his hand and he quickly ran to grab it.

“Stupefy!” Your dad yelled, causing Draco to groan as he was thrown farther backwards. You were frozen to the spot, not having any idea what to do. Your dad ran towards Draco, towering over him on the ground.

“Mr. Weasley I-” Draco started.

“What did you say to her?!” Your dad yelled again. “What do you want?” Draco tried to sit up but Ron came over and fired another spell at him.

“STOP IT!” You cried.

“Go inside (y/n)! You shouldn’t be here.” Your dad said, turning back to you. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t stand here and watch your family torture your boyfriend. All of the people you love most in the world were fighting right in front of your eyes and it was tearing you apart.

“I’ll ask you one more time Malfoy. What...are...you doing...here.”

“DAD!” You exclaimed and finally got the courage to march over there.

“I told you to go inside (y/n!)” He shot back.

“No!” You choked out. “I LOVE HIM.”

The four of them snapped their heads in your direction, and Ron’s wand fell to the ground out of his limp hand.

“WHAT?” Harry asked firmly.

A tear fell down your cheek as you ran over to Draco. You helped him off the ground before you replied to anybody.

“Look...I know this is... this is the worst time and it’s not how I wanted this to happen. This is my boyfriend.” You said, a dry laugh following your statement at the utter ridiculousness and horrid timing of the situation. “We didn’t get to finish our conversation before you all came out here like maniacs but I promise this is the last person in the world who is going to try and hurt me. Or any of us.” You pleaded.

“Have you gone mad?!” Ron yelled.

“Well this is a turn of events I wasn’t expecting.” You snapped your head to see Fred and George on the porch smirking and pretending to eat popcorn.

“Is it so hard to believe this? Crazier things have happened in our lives!” You exclaimed, exasperated. This entire night felt like it had taken at least 5 years off of your life.

Your dad nodded at you slowly. “We’ll deal with this later. But for now, I would still love to know what was so important to tell you that he needed to disrupt our Christmas.”

Draco swallowed hard. He looked over at you and you nodded, signaling that it was okay. “I...I came here to try and protect her. A-and all of you. The death eaters are all at my house. I heard them say they were coming here tonight.”

“Merlin’s beard.” Your dad said quietly.

“Draco...what?” Shocked was an understatement.

Before anyone could get any more questions in, a swirling black mist no one could mistake for one of the Death Eaters themselves came hurling out of the sky and landed in front of you.

“EVERYBODY GET OUT OF HERE NOW!” Harry screamed.

The high pitched laugh of Bellatrix Lestrange rang through the air. Harry immediately ran after her through the bushes as more came down from the sky. You recognized Fenrir Greyback, the unofficial Death Eater but very official aggressive werewolf, and a few others.

“SHIT.” You said as everyone around you started fighting. You grabbed your wand out of your pocket but before you could fire a spell felt Draco envelop you in a hug.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen...but don’t forget that I love you.” He said, his tears falling onto your face due to your close proximities.

“I love you too. I’m so sorry.” You said, and gripped onto him like your life depended on it.

Being a Weasley was complicated. Actually, no it wasn’t. You couldn’t dream of a more loving, caring, or hilarious family to be a part of. Obviously you had your petty sibling fights and teasing, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle.

Being a Weasley was complicated when the love of your life was a Malfoy. And as the screams of your family, black clouds, and fire engulfing your property occurred around you, you couldn’t help but miss the times when being a Weasley was easy. When you all sat in the living room in your matching pajamas, hearing your mom’s voice telling the stories of Babbity Rabbity, or The Three Brothers traveling at midnight.

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katcadecascade · 5 years ago

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Luck Will Fly

Fair Game fic I already posted on ao3 and decided to post here

it’s basically a baby bird acquisition oneshot

“Um, Clover?” The young huntress began and immediately Clover has a tight breath stuck in him.

Ruby Rose is known for impeccable leadership and clever strategies that rely heavily upon teamwork. As per of her skills, she has an air of confidence and hope.

Right now in the academy’s grand hallways where Clover was simply making his way to the kitchen, Ruby approaches him with a frown.

Despite the short amount of time knowing her, that frown means something bad is happening to a love one.

He instinctively has the urge to go find Qrow.

“Is something wrong?” He asks and his old teachers would reprimand him for speaking with such a tone. Captains are meant to be collected and stable. Yet the thought of anything bad happening to the dark haired man sends spikes into the Ace Leader’s chest.

The young adult, still a teenager to Clover’s mind, sends him a freaked surprise that’s shifts into confusion, “No, I don’t believe so. I’m wondering if you’ve seen Uncle Qrow lately.”

He wants to say that every time he sees Qrow, he’s beautiful and stunning and takes his breath away. But this is Qrow’s niece, those thoughts are highly inappropriate to share out loud.

That and as much as Clover dislikes admitting, he hasn’t seen Qrow lately.

“Not really,” Clover said, “He’s the first one to leave the meetings and so far has denied my invitations.” Ruby raises a brow at that last word. A flushed heat crawled up his neck as he quickly clarifies, “Invitations to tea or game nights, that is.”

“Uh huh, yeah he hasn’t been hanging out with any of us lately,” Ruby tapped her chin, “but it’s always the same excuse.”

“I gotta take care of something,” Clover quotes, recalling the hurried tone the huntsman used. “I assumed it was for your or your teams’ sake.”

She shrugged, “I thought it was about you.”

Clover blinked, not at all understanding how she connected those dots.

Because throughout all this time, Clover wants those dots connected, he desperately wants Qrow to give him some sort of sign that he likes him back. They flirt at each other left and right and Clover hopes for something else. He wants his advice for Qrow to get through that brain of his.

Qrow’s always deflecting compliments, shrugging off his self-worth but he’s been doing less so each time Clover manages to get that soft vulnerable look on his face, like he’s no longer hiding in a shadow of doubt and misery.

But right now, from the sounds of it, Qrow is distancing himself from everyone.

Clover didn’t question further, never reading anything to worry from the distracted look in Qrow’s face.

“Whatever this ‘something’ is,” Clover said, “it’s keeping his entire attention. Any idea what it could be, Miss Rose?”

The girl strokes her chin as if she had a long beard, her foot tapping along, “Hmm, if he’s taking care of this something for so long and in secret then maybe there’s a pattern to follow. What else has he been doing?”

The Ace Leader recalled the past week.

Unfortunately (is it though?) he spent quite a lot of it staring at Qrow’s ass.

Look, Clover can be a weak man, give him some slack.

Aside from that, he has seen Qrow always heading towards the gardens but when he passes by the floor-to-ceiling windows, the luxurious garden is empty.

“I think I know where he is,” he said, already walking with the huntress by his side.

“Oh I caught him slicing apples the other day,” Ruby brought up as it is the most important clue, “He always does that when I was younger even though he prefers to just eat to the core.”

It’s a short walk to the academy’s garden, tended daily by both students and staff to create a crisp and clean grass lawn. Flower bushes and beds are symmetrically lines down for sidewalks and a path leading towards a gazebo and groves. Along the way there are stone benches under the shade of tall trees, evenly trimmed and full of leaves.

Sure enough, the garden is cleared but the two leaders easily spot a bench with a napkin with apple slices.

“Huh, maybe we missed him,” Ruby wondered reaching down for a slice.

But then suddenly something small and dark swoops down from the tree, landing right next to the snack.

A black crow cawed at them.

Clover tilted his head, glancing at the bird then up to the tree. High in the branches, it’s a bit hard to spot a nest of twigs.

“Is Qrow known to leave out food for birds?” He asked and then he noticed Ruby has the crow on her arm. “Wow, it must really like you.”

Ruby beamed, gently petting the bird’s head, “I know.”

There was a genuine look of joy on the girl, reminding Clover that once upon a time he was like that, back when he was bright and determined to make the world a better place. He still has that determination, still is joyful, but even he has to admit that with experience and age comes a sense of doubt he can’t fight off.

Which is why Clover is happy to have the Beacon huntsmen here, they all bring in a new found hope and support. He won’t lie, he was never one hundred percent prepared when he and his team entered General Ironwood’s inner circle. The new and magical revelation still shocks him, so teaming up with Qrow and his kids were a lucky sign in Clover’s eyes.

Speaking of eyes, there is a glint of mischief sparkles in the girl’s silver eyes, a teasing smile on her lips, “I bet that this crow really likes you too.”

“I don’t have much experience with birds,” he warns as Ruby raises her arm up to get the bird closer to him. A cousin of his had a pet cockatoo, that bird was territorial and picky. It even got a good few pecks at Clover’s fingers.

“Aw,” she whined, still presented the bird up, “but this one is pretty and nice. Right, Clover?”

The crow cawed loudly at Ruby and Clover nearly backed away when the bird’s black feathers ruffled up.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of its feathers puffing up, making it seem bigger and its red eyes tiny. Once the feathers relaxed, Clover gently and slowly reached over to pet the bird.

“Yeah, he’s a very pretty bird.”

Ruby’s grin went big, not that Clover could understand why, he’s too busy petting the bird. Mostly he’s too amazed at how calm and friendly the bird trusts him to pet the wings.

“Would you say that you love the bird?” Ruby innocently batted her eyelashes. He pulled his hand back as the crow suddenly flapped its wings and pecked at Ruby’s arm. “OW! UNCLE QROW!”

“Uh,” Clover dumbly said, “Qrow?”

As Ruby waved her arm up and down, the bird flies up and Clover watches how that tiny black mass grows and what is dropping back down is a handsome man with red eyes and red cheeks.

Qrow is giving his niece a frown that is trying so hard to not be a smile, “Okay I think you have said enough, brat.”

Rubbing her arm, Ruby sticks her tongue out defiantly. In return, Qrow ruffles up her hair.

Meanwhile, Clover is staring with his jaw dropped.

That bird… was it? Wait no wait- magic real, yep, recalling that- but Qrow and crow and pretty birds?

If he had more rational thought (because half his mind is always focused on Qrow) maybe, just maybe, Clover would remember that he has been informed of the existence of magic and wizards and gods and such.

But of course leave it to Qrow Branwen to always leave Clover Ebi senseless and awed.

“So I’m guessing from the look on your face that Jimmy didn’t tell you everything about me.”

“Ahhhhh,” is falling out of his mouth.

Neither man notices the way Ruby is giggling, her eyes darting between them.

Or well, Qrow is at least ignoring her. Every time he glances over to his niece his cheeks flare up in a redness that just wows Clover.

He wants to kiss those cheeks, watch how the pale skin easily shades into red under the faintest of touches. Those red eyes must look gorgeous when vivid emotions take over, freeing the man from any burdens of the world. Clover wishes desperately to have that honor of sending that sense of security and freedom to the dark haired man.

Tiny chirps interrupt the three hunters.

Qrow sighs and with swift, practice motion, feathers dawned on him. His small form picks up an apple slice and he flies to the nest.

Another chirp arises, sounding more pleased, and Qrow returns to the ground, his boots making a thud noise on the landing.

Ruby is on her uncle’s arm with a wide, excited smile, “Is that a bird up there? That’s whose the apples are for? Can we meet it?”

“It’s a ‘her’ and no,” he shakes his head, “She’s too young to fly down yet.”

Staring up, Clover could barely see movement in the nest. Crumbles of apple chunks scatter over the edge and he could see a tiny beak peer over. Miniscule black eyes meet Clover’s and he is startled by the amount of intelligence and curiosity that little creature has.

“She’s all alone?” Somehow Clover regained his voice and this is his first sentence. It’s also not the first time he said that question, tinged with sadden when he reaches the end of a rescue mission.

“Yeah,” Qrow’s own voice echoes something lonely and empathetic, “She’s been crying out each morning but no one came back for her. I finally found her and,” slowly, almost unnoticed, Qrow had Ruby under his arm, “I couldn’t leave her.”

Their red capes swayed with the gentle breeze, creating a picture of wings wrapped around them.

Ruby smiles up to her uncle, “Does she have a name?”

He shrugged, “I don’t exactly speak bird but I think she’s too young to remember if she was even named.”

A forlorn gaze takes over those red eyes, a familiar sadness tugging onto old handles sunken into the huntsman’s heart.

“Well I think she’s lucky to have you,” Clover comments, sending the other man a wink. It’s become too much of a habit to stop now, not that Clover wants to stop winking at Qrow. Still, it gets Qrow flustered before he could avoid the compliment.

“That’s it!” Ruby gasp, her whole body jittering, “Her name will be Lucky!”

Clover grins so wide it hurts.

Qrow groans.

“I- Oh Brothers no, Ruby, kiddo, no.”

“I think it’s a fitting name.”

“Of course you do, Lucky Charm.”

“Nope,” he shakes his head, “that can’t be my nickname anymore. Otherwise I’ll be very confused.”

Qrow scoffed, “What am I going to feed you apple slices?”

“I wouldn’t mind,” Clover finished with a wink.

Qrow groans, covering his face with his hands.

“Can I feed Lucky?” Ruby asks earnestly, already holding up an apple slice.

Her uncle uncovers his face, taking the slice, “Sorry, kiddo, she hasn’t met people yet. Young birds obverses a lot before they want to get closer. I kind of have to teach her the ropes.”

Ruby lightly punches his shoulder, “Then it’s a good thing she has the best teacher in the world.”

Qrow absolutely preens under the praise, so much like any other time Clover compliments him. He still scratches the back of his neck, tugging a few strands out of place. Clover has the urge to brush them back into an even shape, feel the heat in Qrow’s neck.

“You got everything you need for Lucky?” Clover checks, “We don’t need to gather up worms, do we?”

The caped duo naturally gags at the thought.

“Please don’t tell me you have worm bait, you fisherman,” Qrow pleas.

“Alright I won’t tell you.”

“Gross,” Ruby insightfully adds.

“I got this covered.” The shapeshifter assures, “Her flight and tail feathers just need to grow in and then she’ll be all set.”

Without another word, Qrow jumps up and a crow is flapping about. He flies higher up to the nest and he and Lucky chirp at each other.

Clover still can’t believe the transformation happened right before his eyes. It was so smooth and flawless to be considered a trick of the eye. Nope it was real magic, not something like a relic where it is basically in stasis, but magic as a muscle or a performance. It was definitely eye opening, not that Qrow doesn’t already do that.

For precautionary measures he takes a seat on the bench. “So, right, magic, that’s still a thing?”

The young huntress has the decency to silently laugh at him, “Yep, it is totally a thing.”

“And Qrow’s able to do this because?” Clover trailed off, not sure if it’s a sensitive topic or not.

A clouded look goes over Ruby’s face, “It apparently happened before I was born. Only knew about it a few months ago.” She sits beside the Ace Op, letting her toes tap together in an offbeat rhythm. “But now that I think back, a lot of things make sense. I would find feathers on his cape and oh yeah, he gets really distracted by shiny stuff.”

An undignified squawk is heard above.

“Really now?” Clover teases, “I’ll have to keep that in mind.”

This time the squawk sounds flustered.

Spending the rest of their down time in the garden becomes Clover’s favorite thing for the next few weeks.

It’s a quiet thing, birdwatching in a way as Qrow is the one in charge of the actual care taking for little Lucky. Since Ruby and Clover knew so little on birds, Qrow often shared bits of stuff he learned about throughout his experience of being a crow.

The way Qrow described his new perspective of the world, a place so big and new. He’s able to see places untouched by man, high tree tops or steep skyscraper tops. Suffice to say, the huntsman does not fear heights.

A new energy washed over Qrow as he rambles about stuff he has kept secret. Ruby is just as eager to listen to her uncle’s stories. Clover feels honored for being trusted with it.

The man is just so relaxed in his element, surrounded by nature with a bright eyed youngling oohing and awing at right moments in his stories. Tales of a crow plucking shiny accessories out of propitious folks (it was later returned by the way) and getting into places birds normally don’t have access too.

Clover doesn’t know Beacon or Signal teachers by name but apparently Qrow was a handful for them.

Sometimes Ruby doesn’t join them in the garden, leaving Clover to wait for the crow to finish his bird duties.

Today it seems like Lucky wants to spread her wings. Her chirps forming into a song that Qrow has taught her.

“She’s getting restless,” Qrow rubs his neck, slumping down on the ground so that his back rests against the bench. “I… I think it really is almost time for…”

“For her to leave the nest?” Clover lightly teases, he understands the sudden solemnness that is clouding on the other man but he’ll try his best to clear it. “Lucky will be able to fly with you.”

Qrow clenches his hands over his knees, “That’s not always a good thing. She’ll get hurt just like-“

“Hey,” he moves down to sit on Qrow’s level, getting dirt on his white uniform is the last thing on his mind as Clover takes Qrow’s hand, “She’s in your care. She’ll always want to return back to you.”

They’re no longer talking about a bird, not when their last mission had a close call with Ruby apparently pulling a Yang. (The nieces just have a knack of almost getting eaten alive by big Grimm)

Qrow won’t meet his eyes, “Lucky will eventually find a real flock to be with. I’m just temporary.”

“No you’re not,” he states, reaching over to hold Qrow’s face. His red eyes still hold some lingering doubt. “You raised her and while I don’t know much about birds but I know they’re smart. She’ll remember you for your kindness, patience, and most importantly your heart.”

It almost hurts Clover to see Qrow act like he’s never been told he’s all of those things before. He may not ever know the lengths of Qrow’s pain but he wants to be there for him, to remind him that he really is a good person.

Qrow still stares with vulnerability that is so pure and sacred. Clover will cherish this sight.

“I…” Qrow begins but it’s like something is stuck in his throat, “Clover I…” Hearing his name uttered so softly sent a shiver down Clover’s spine. “Yeah, I guess, yeah Lucky will remember all of that.”

Both have forgotten how their hands interlock, a firm grasp as they hear chirping continue.

Oh yeah, chirping, it’s getting louder.

Instantly both men snap their eyes up to see Lucky flapping her wings, her feet gripping the edge of the nest.

Clover’s breath is stuck, his entire being trained to help and protect but Qrow squeezes his hand.

Completely immune to Clover’s tension and anxiety, Qrow actually sighs with relief. Sadly he smiles, “She really is one restless bird.”

Lucky finally beats her wings in a steady rhythm and jumps off the nest. Next thing Clover knows, that little crow is soaring above their heads.

A new feeling hits Clover like a sucker punch.

Clover wonders if Qrow feels this way every time one of his kids are sent on a mission, this flurry of panic and worry and concern wrapped around a tiny voice that says ‘they’re all grown up and can take care of their selves’.

It feels like a heart attack to be honest.

“Are you okay Clover?”

A gentle hand slides over his cheek, damp.

Oh, Clover belatedly realizes, he’s crying.

“I’m fine,” he tries to say steadily. It comes out wobbly.

Qrow gives him a knowing smile, already whipping the tears away, “Shouldn’t that be my line?”

“Right, right of course,” Clover agrees, already a little embarrassed because why is he crying, it’s Qrow he should be comforting.

He spent weeks watching Qrow take care of Lucky. That baby bird probably doesn’t even know Clover. All Clover really contributed was carrying fruit for them.

Still though, out of curiosity and maybe envy, he complains, “How are you not a sobbing mess?”

“Eh,” Qrow shrugs, “I got all my waterworks out when Ruby dressed up like me for All Hollow’s Eve.”

Rubbing away the rest of his tears, Clover chuckles, “I bet you have that saved on your scroll.”

“What kind of uncle would I be if I didn’t?”

If there’s one thing Qrow loves to brag about, it’s about being Ruby’s and Yang’s super cool uncle. Now after witnessing the vast amount of domesticity coming off of them as of late, Clover sees what he’s missing out on.

Clover could smile a hundred different kinds but none is like the one Qrow dawns at this moment.

It’s a tiny one yet it expresses so much love he has for his family.

A small part of him hopes to be a reason Qrow smiles just as lovingly.

“Hey, look at that,” Qrow points up and while Clover doesn’t want to take his eyes off the man, he looks up to see a familiar crow start circling down to them.

“I told you she’ll return.”

Lucky swoops around and lands on top of Qrow’s knee, chirping like a singer.

Gently, the shapeshifter brushes his fingers against the feathers, a cooing sound coming from the bird. They’re all lost in this moment, carefully watching the how the bird blinks up to them.

Then to Clover’s surprise, Lucky hops over to Clover’s knee.

“Does she know me?” He asks, hesitant and quiet.

Qrow rolls his eyes, “I told you, birds always observe before getting close. She probably knows you as the snack boy.”

The joke doesn’t shake Clover’s apprehension on having such a small and important creature on him. Her eyes are intelligent, completely relaxed with Clover. He takes a chance and carefully raises a hand to pet her.

His hand keeps hesitating, centimeters away from touching her, almost trembling.

“It’s okay,” Qrow whispers, not daring his voice to break the quietness between them, “She trusts you.”

Hearing that confidence in Qrow’s voice is what gets Clover to finally reach Lucky, her feathers so soft under his calloused fingertips.

“She likes me,” he says with such surprise and bubbling joy over this little bird.

His eyes flicker over to Qrow and again there’s a soft look on the dark haired man. He just finds more ways to steal Clover’s heart.

As much as both men want to stay in this moment, Lucky decides her goodbyes are done.

She flaps a few times and then off she flies.

“Are you going after her?”

Clover kind of expected Qrow to take off by now but instead Qrow rejoins their hands. A new glint is in his red eyes as he stares into Clover.

“No, I’m good here.”

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gt-adventures · 6 years ago

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Enchanted Adventure Part 4: In Which there is a Royal Audience [sfw, all ages, fantasy comedy]

Enchanted Adventure Part 4: In Which there is a Royal Audience

[Giants and Dragons and Wizards oh my! A fun for all ages fantasy adventure set in the world of the Enchanted Forest Chronicles. You DO NOT need to know what The Enchanted Forest Chronicles is to read this. Just know it is a kinda fun fairytale trope filled world!]

FINALLY, A PART WITH MORE GT!

Content warnings: This part contains a fight scene with magical beast! It gets a bit bloody, but our heroes prevail!

You can also read it on deviantart HERE and also Part 1 Part 2 and Part 3

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From off in the distance came the roar of a dragon.

“Dammit!” Jack spat, they had forgotten to re-cast the hiding spell. “We need to find cover! Quickly!”

There wasn’t any cover to be found so they ran. Jack briefly considered using the Gyges Ring and even went so far as to take it out of their bag for a moment. Then Kendria pulled Jack’s arm to the ground, nearly flinging them into a thorn bush. Their face still scraped against the longer branches. Kendria pointed at the bush, indicating a burrow made by some animal, a large one. Jack hoped that it wasn’t home.

Once inside the bush Jack re-cast the spell. The strong WOOSHES of wings and a large shadow passed over them.

That was close. Too close.

Kendria handed Jack a handkerchief and Jack glared at as they used it to wipe blood from their cheek, “Next time try to warn me about the thorns. Or better, don’t choose a thorn bush.”

Another roar of the dragon silenced them. Louder than before but trailing off. It was flying away.

“I’m glad you think there will be a next time,” Kendria spat back.

“For you, definitely. Dragons are more likely to make slaves of princess than they are to eat them. Thieves aren’t as lucky.”

Kendria stared at them, mouth agape. “You STOLE an EGG. Of course they’d want you dead! Don’t act like you wouldn’t deserve it!”

Just then they heard footsteps and froze. They didn’t even dare to breath. Jack got low to see through the bramble. After a few minutes they were starting to get sore, when a pair of fancy boots blocked the view before a robe covered them. The end of a wooden staff pressed into the soft grass in front of the robe.

The voice of an older man called out “I know you’re there, it’s no use hiding.”

The pair scrambled out to find a wizard smiling kindly at them. Or wickedly; Kendria couldn’t tell. He wore blue and brown robes, a pointed hat, and had a long beard that was equally brown and grey. One of his ears was almost completely gone, and his face was wrinkled with age and spite.

“What do we have here!” he sneered, “a princess and a prince perhaps?”

“We’re just travelers,” said Jack, thanking the gods that Kendria hadn’t bought a new dress.

“Or maybe you’re the thieves everyone is searching for,” the Wizard said not really listening to Jack.

Jack kept a straight face as the Wizard looked right into their eyes, but it was Kendria’s obvious surprise and nervous shaking that gave them away.

“So you stole a dragon egg. Bit stupid of you, don’t you think? Now all the dragons are looking for you, and they will find you.”

“Not if we make it out of the forest!” said Jack.

The Wizard rolled his eyes and laughed, “Out of the forest! What an idea! But it wont let you leave, not at long as you have that egg.”

“How- How do you know?” Kendria asked.

The wizard raised his left arm. Or what was left of it. It ended at a stump right below the elbow “I’ve dealt with dragons before,” he growled at sour memories.

Then he smiled again and walked around them, pressing his staff into the ground more forcefully. Every time he lifted it up the grass beneath was left so brown it was almost black, until there was a neat circle of patches around them. Both Kendria and Jack could feel the magic winding around the staff.

“You’re both as good as dead. Even together you’re no match for a dragon; to say nothing of a few hundred of them,” he continued, “So I’ll make you an offer. Give me the egg and I’ll show you the way out.”

Kendria narrowed her eyes “But then you’ll be trapped because you’ll have the egg.”

The Wizard tapped the ground with the staff, “I said ‘you’ can’t get out, not ‘I’ can’t get out” He sounded very confident.

“And you really know the way out?” Jack demanded, “if you tell us I’ll give you the egg, otherwise no deal.”

“You’re a smart one aren’t you?” the wizard stroked his beard, “If you walk that way for a while you’ll come across an ancient petrified tree stump, find the longest root and go in that direction, you’ll find a brook, if you follow it upstream that should lead you out.” He pointed in a direction with the staff.

Jack looked at Kendria, they were both unsure if they should uphold their end of the bargain. But if they refused the Wizard could kill them almost as easily as a dragon. Jack handed over the egg. Well, they placed it in the crook of the wizard’s stump arm, magic sparking in their ears making them flinch as they released the egg.

And with a small *pfuf* the wizard was gone.

“So, what are you going to bring the guild?” Kendria asked.

Jack readjusted the bag’s strap, deciding whether or not to tell her. They said nothing and walked off in the direction the wizard had pointed. Kendria ran to catch up.

“Hey, answer me!” she demanded.

“The guild… the guild heads will understand,” Jack said, carefully, “being hunted by dragons is a special situation.”

They found the stump. In fact they almost missed it. It was so massive it was more of a stone slab, except it was shaped like a tree stump. It was large enough that one could hold concerts, dancer, or perform plays upon it. The shallow roots were petrified too, and there was one which was unnaturally large. They followed it to the stream.

“That wizard lied to us!” Jack cried in deep despair, falling to their knees. Hanging their head.

The river flowed in both directions, twisting as it did. Kendria knelt down at it’s banks. A perfect reflection stared back despite water flowing quite strongly. Seeing how dirty she had gotten over the past day and half she felt a strong urge to wash her face. As she was about to dip her hands in she thought better of it. It was magic, after all, who knows what it could do. Sticking her hands into a magical thing had not ended well the last time. So she got up and walked over to Jack and put a hand on their shoulder.

“Hey, we’re gonna make it out of here, I’m sure of it!” she said, hoping she sounded confident.

Jack looked up, but stared past Kendria.

“Even if we escape this damn forest I have nothing to show for it! I gave away the egg!”

“You have me! You still stole a princess remember!” she was starting to think that Jack couldn't be consoled and lifted them to their feet by the armpits.

“Come on, we have to keep moving,” she said.

They had taken only a few paces when the loudest screech either of them had ever heard made them both cover their ears and nearly lose balance.

Then a voice rang out. A powerful commanding voice.

“I think you had better stay where you are”

The voice came from above and looking up the pair saw a massive griffin descending upon them. When it landed, a young man dismounted. He was very tall, and wore simple clothes. Simple except for the small crown resting in his jet black hair. He patted the griffin which sat down obediently.

Jack had momentarily forgotten their peril. They had never heard of anyone who could tame a griffin, let alone ride one.

The man walked up to them, one hand on the sword that hung from his belt.

“Wh-who are you?” Kendria asked, stepping behind Jack slightly.

The man looked at her sternly.

“I am Prince Daystar, of the Enchanted Forest,” he unsheathed the sword and pointed it at Jack.

Under different circumstances Jack would have moved to disarm their opponent but they were both too shocked, and figured that it wouldn’t be a fight they could win.

“And you have something we want,” he continued, “Something that doesn’t belong do you. You will come with me, peacefully.”

Kendria and Jack exchanged looked and thought the same thing /we really messed up/. Then Jack had an Idea(™) and took Kendria’s arms, swinging her at Daystar.

“Jack what are you doing!” Kendria screamed as Daystar caught her, holding the arm with the sword out of the way.

“He’s a prince! You’re a princess! I stole you from the giants, and now he is rescuing you,” Jack said, looking at Daystar “that’s what you want right?”

Daystar was only stunned for a second longer, and went from holding Kendria protectively, to holding her captively. He leveled the sword towards Jack again, who had moved towards them. Jack froze.

“Do not play games with me, thieves. You stole a dragon egg,” he was angry but not truly intimidating, “That is the crime for which you must pay.”

/notgood notgood notgood/ Kendria though. “We don’t have it!” she blurted out and Jack threw her an accusatory look.

Daystar’s grip on her tightened.

“If you don’t” he said, more panicked than anything else, “then who does?”

“A wizard!” Jack and Kendria both said.

Daystar’s grip loosened a bit but tightened again. “Drat! Of all the people- it had to be the wizards!”

Kendria could feel magic building in the air around Daystar as his voice rose.

“So… Glad we could help, we will just be on our way,” Jack started to say, backing up now.

A twitch of Daystar’s finger and vines shot up around Jack’s feet. The color drained from Jack’s face. They were very glad they had not tried to fight this prince.

“You still stole the egg, and you both are coming back to the castle with me, a tribunal has been called.”

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There was plenty of room on the griffin’s back, but it was not a comfortable ride for either Jack or Kendria emotionally. They could not appreciate the fantastic view of the treetops or the magical breeze in their faces. And they didn’t dare speak. For Jack it was also uncomfortable physically. Their feet were still bound by the vines, and Daystar had called upon more vines to bind their hands as well. Meaning Jack lay across the griffin, the ends of the vines flailing like a puppet severed strings

The griffin suddenly dived down, through the canopy and landed on the soft mossy forest floor. Before them was the largest castle Kendria had ever seen, and she had seen a dozens.

It was wild and twisting, and looked at first to be made of trees, but soon saw it was indeed stone. Stone that looked like tree bark. And not one kind. All sorts of colors, some sections even had clashing architectural styles, as if they had been added by different people. Jack just grumbled and flopped onto the ground.

Four enormous dragons sat on the battlements above the castle gate, two dark green, one brown, and one a brown-ish purple. The two green ones jumped down to flank the company as they were marched inside. Well, as Kendria and Daystar marched inside. Jack was picked up by the vines that bound them, danglinging from the dragon’s mouth in a humiliating fashion. As they walked Kendria was certain she saw more dragons in the woods, just out of site, their green scales camouflaging them. She started to sweat as heat radiated from inside the dragons.

They followed Daystar into the castle, which was more maze like on the inside than the outside implied, and massive enough for the dragons to walk through comfortably. Either that or it magically adjusted to accommodate them.

After 5 minutes they entered a massive throne room. Rather than a stone hall adorned with tapestries it was like the inside of a jungle, complete a earthy floor and bugs. Vines and flowers and fruits hung from the ceiling. There were still towering stained glass windows depicting regal figures, but they were partially obscured by the plant growth.

At the end of the room were three thrones, also made of twisting wood and vines. Two of the thrones were occupied by who could only be the Queen and King of the Enchanted Forest. Kendria had never seen a Queen that looked like she could take her own King in a fight, but the Queen of the Enchanted Forest was just as large and imposing as her King.

But neither were as imposing as the dragon that sat behind the Queen’s throne. She larger than the two who had escorted them, with grey-green scales and three long horns. Two on the sides of her head and one in the center.

All three figures had looks of hatred and disgust as Kendria and Jack were presented to them. The dragon holding Jack dropped them rather unceremoniously and Jack struggled to stand up, requiring help from Kendria.

Then Daystar knelt down in a bow, and Kendria did the same. The mossy floor buzzed angrily at her. Jack just fell to their knees again, rolling their eyes.

“Rise Daystar,” the King commanded, and Daystar complied.

“These are the ones who stole my unborn great-grandchild?” The Dragon stepped out from behind the throne to stand next to the Queen.

“Yes, your majesty,” said Daystar, and bits of flame flickered out of the dragon’s mouth.

/Majesty?/ Kendria’s heart pounded.

“But,” Daystar’s voice wavered, “It was stolen by a wizard before I could get to them.”

The dragon took a moment to process this and then roared, spewing fire towards the ceiling, which thankfully did not catch fire, despite being made entirely of plants.

The Queen rose from to her feet and stood next to the dragon, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“I am sorry Kazul, but do not lose heart, we will get it back,” she said, her voice confident and full of fury.

“WIZARDS!!!” the dragon cried, “It has been too long since they felt my wrath, and too long since I have tasted wizard.” The dragon’s mouth was still dripping fire, which didn’t seem to bother the plants nor the Queen.

“How did one even enter the forest?” came a voice from the left. Next to the King’s throne stood two more humans that Kendria had not noticed, so focused on the dragon. A man and a woman, the woman clearly a witch, with black robes, a black hat, and a cat in her arms. The man... he had a wizard’s staff but he otherwise did not look like a wizard. He wore a vest and pants rather than a robe, no beart and had no hat, instead he had a neat goatee and short black hair that stood up a bit unkempt but not scruffy looking.

“They must have figured out a way around your wards, Telemain,” said the King, growling. “It has been years since we updated them.”

“We are getting off track,” said the Queen, returning to her seat, “we can decide what to do about the wizards after we have dealt with these two.”

The king nodded and stood up to address Kendria and Jack.

“You are in the presence of Their Majesties King Mendanbar and Queen Cimorene of the Enchanted Forest. And her Majesty King Kazul of the Dragons” his voice rumbled through the hall, cowing even the dragons guards. “You will introduce yourselves.”

Kendria rose to her feet and looked at the King, his grey eyes fierce.

“I am Princess Kendria of Tridian,” she would not let her voice squeak or falter, “recently stolen from the Giant Dobbilan.”

Jack visibly struggled to get up again, and fell onto their side. This time one of the dragon guards lifted them up, again by the vines.

“I am Jack, Master Thief,” they said.

“Why?” asked Queen Cimorene, “Would you steal a princess and a dragon’s egg?”

Jack resisted the urge to scowl, “I did not mean to steal either, her highness here sabotaged my mission, I meant to steal… something from the giant. I stole the egg as a substitute”

“So you are not in league with the wizards?” Cimorene continued.

“No!” Jack insisted.

Kazul snorted, “If you are not working for the wizards, how did you go from stealing from Dobbilan to one of my caves?”

“That’s my fault,” Kendria piped up, and explained the incident to an increasingly angry company.

There was one person who was more fascinated than angry.

“You attempted teleportation without proper matrices or destination programming?” said the not-wizard, “And survived? The odds of that are-”

“Not now Telemain,” King Mendanbar waved his hand to silence the man as King Kazul looked like she was about to eat him.

“Describe the wizard you “encountered”,” said Kazul, turning away from Telemain.

Kendria did so and once she mentioned his missing arm Kazul was once again sent into a fit of rage, and even Cimorene and Mendanbar looked as if they were going to breath fire.

“Antorell! That little ***!” Cimorene managed to look regal even when swearing.

“So he got out of the demon dimension. I didn’t think he was a good enough wizard to manage that,” said Mendanbar.

“He probably had help,” said the witch, “though I can’t imagine anyone in the Society of Wizards would have done it, perhaps the demons got tired of him.”

“We are missing the point,” Kazul fumed, “the egg is not here, it is probably at the Society Headquarters by now, which means we will finally have to pay them a visit.” she sounded both eager and frustrated by the idea.

“We do not have the man, nor dragon power. Most of your dragons are dealing with the early migration of the frost trolls. And the last thing we need now is the repeat of the old war” said Cimorene.

“And besides. We don’t even know where it is,” said Mendanbar, “Telemain never figured out how to track it by the staves.”

“What if I attempt to track them down and take it back?” suggested Daystar, “I am sure with Telemain’s help we could figure out the general area of HQ, and-”

“No, we cannot risk sending you, Daystar, you cannot take on the entire society of wizards,” said Mendanbar. “They know who you are, they know our magic, and will know who attacked them, it will still result in war, even if you manage to take the egg back.”

There was more discussion, some of it whispered between the king and queen, some with the witch, who they learned was named Morwen And who seemed to be the most practical of thinkers. While Telemain proposed the most complicated schemes, they were always shot down. They relied on everything going off without a hitch, and something always went wrong. Kazul wanted to hunt them down with a squadron of dragons.

“If I may speak,” said Jack, standing up, somehow free of their bonds. Everyone stared at them with horror and anger. Kazul came forward, her snout a mere foot from Jack’s face.

“You may, little thief, but do so carefully,” she hissed hot air.

“If I understand the predicament,” Jack spoke clearly and slowly, “You are unable to meet the wizards with a large scale assault, you have not the resources. Nor can you send any of your people as that risks instigating war due to association with your respective kingdoms and the wizards subsequent retaliation to the infiltration.”

“Get to the point,” Kazul had sat back on her haunches but shot a streak of fire to Jack’s side.

“What if,” Jack said, “You send one person, unaffiliated. A person who happens to be a master thief.”

The room fell silent, even the insects stopped buzzing. The Enchanted Forest Royals all looked intrigued and approving. Kazul narrowed her glowing Green-Gold eyes.

“You offer your services so easily, I cannot help but be suspicious.”

“I assume, your Majesty, that you planned to eat us for our cimes,” Jack said, Kazul nodded, “but if you spare me I can steal the egg back. And if I fail, you can eat me anyways, or not, since failure would mean I was killed by the wizards.”

“And I have the means of locating the Society of Wizards Headquarters,” they added.

Silence again, then Kazul laughed. It shook the entire room.

“You? A mere thief, know the location of the Wizards’ Headquarters? We have been trying to find it for decades.”

“Would I lie to the king of dragons?” Jack said, “I do not personally know, but the thieves guild would not do business with the wizards if we could not track them down. They are not aware of our tracking methods, and we would like to keep it that way.”

The tribunal members convened once more, backs turned to Kendria and Jack. They seemed to be seriously considering Jack’s proposal. Very seriously. It wasn’t very long before they returned with an answer. Given by Kazul.

“IF you don’t try to flee, and IF you manage to get back the egg, I will consider not eating you,” she declared.

Then Kendria had a terrible thought, which became an outburst.

“What about me?!” Kendria cried, and everyone turned to look at her. Her heart felt like it was going to leap out of her chest, and she had to physically hold it in. No one spoke, so she continued.

“I want to go on this mission too. I can be of use! I can do magic, and I would rather not be eaten, your majesty.”

Kazul smiled with all of her razor sharp silver teeth. Kendria stood her ground. The dragon chuckled.

“Brave girl, reminds me of a princess I used to know,” she looked at Cimorene who nodded approvingly, “Very well, you shall accompany the thief.”

They were safe for now, but neither of them relaxed, even if everyone around them did. Slightly. Most were still on edge about what the wizards planned to do with the egg. But for now they had to focus on making their own plan to get it back before it was too late.

Jack was allowed their hands to be free but had their feet rebound, with assurances that once the mission was under way, they would be untied. Jack needed their hands to contact the Thieves Guild and get the current location of wizard HQ.

It was a long process, Jack had a special mirror in their bag that could reach the Thieves Guild Hall. Anyone else who tried to call would be redirected to a automatic message about prices and how to contact for a serious offer of a contract. Jack’s line was direct to a Guild Information Officer. With their hands free they had a lengthy exchange in a secret sign language, after which Jack informed the company that they could now locate the society.

Telemain, who was a magician, not a wizard, couldn’t help but press Jack for the how of tracking HQ And eventually Jack relented.

“The Thieves Guild was commissioned to put some enchantments on HQ centuries ago, stealth spells. This was before the wizards had developed their own. We suspect they have forgotten because they never removed the spells and…”

Telemain’s eyes sparkled “And any good mage can track their own spells! You needed the spell signature to get a lock!”

“Yes” said Jack, And before Telemain could speak again “no I can’t bring an enchantment for you to plant in Headquarters. They will find it. Our spells are foundational and old, that’s why they don’t know.”

The magician nodded but looked disappointed. And wandered off to find Kendria.

“I have something for you” he said to the princess, who was being outfitted by Cimorene. Kendria got the idea that Cimorene wanted to like her, if only she hadn’t been complicit in stealing the egg.

“What?” Kendria was stunned, “how! You only just met me!”

“It is more,” the magician paused, “it is something I have had in development for some time now, but the opportunity to test it properly has not presented itself due to the absence of wizards in Mendanbar’s domain”

“Telemain!” Cimorene huffed.

Kendria was very confused until Telemain rephrased it.

“I have… been working on a something to use against wizards, but have not gotten the chance to test it on one as they do not come to the forest any longer.”

He fished around in his many pockets and handed Kendria three large marbles. They were beautiful and full of moving bubbles.

“What do I do?” She Asked, unable to take her eyes off the marbles.

“Just toss them at the wizards!” Telemain said exuberantly. “But I warm you, these are prototypes, I cannot be sure which, if any, will function. Be sure to report your findings to me if you return”

/if/ I return!? Kendria didn’t like that. As a final gift, Cimorene gave her a sword. A magic one that would help her in a fight. Kendria bowed thanks and ran to find Jack, who was standing in the center of a ornately drawn circle, eyes closed in concentration. Casting the tracing spell no doubt. Telemain was there too, observing with great interest. Every 10-20 seconds Jack would rotate a few degrees and then become still again.

With all other preparations made, soon everyone stood around Jack, not talking much. Until their eyes fluttered and they looked at Kendria.

“Ok, I know where the wizards are,” they said, moving their gaze to Kazul, “it’s pretty far away.”

Kazul wasn’t happy about flying the pair, but she didn’t want to delegate this task to any other dragon. Telemain managed to convince Kazul to bring him along as well. His reasons were that Kazul could not get too close to Headquarters without being detected, and while Jack had up the tracer spell they could not focus on detecting any security spells that were sure to be in place.

This meant it took even longer as Kazul had to fly as slow as was safe to allow Telemain to sense any wards. A lot of flying extremely high and slowly gliding down until it was time to climb again. And they were heading north.

The ground beneath turned white with snow. At least, what could be seen between the dense conifers.

“So,” Kendria whispered to Jack, “you have a plan right? To get into headquarters?”

So slow what the flight that Kazul was able to twister her neck back to look at the humans. Jack froze as their eyes met.

“Yes, I would like to know what you plan to do, little thief,” she said not hiding the threatening tone.

Telemain looked a bit confused, he had not heard Kendria at all.

“And don’t sound like Telemain while doing it,” she added. Telemain huffed.

“I have been giving it a lot of thought,” said Jack, “The headquarters is a magical fortress, in addition to our old thief spells they have new hiding and stealth spells that they put on it themselves. For a normal mage this would make it impossible to even approach. But my magic,” and Jack paused. How much should they reveal about thief magic. The alternative was being eaten by the king of dragons so “my magic is mostly locating and manipulating other spells. I can detect all magical traps, wards, fences, and the like.”

“That sounds almost like Mendanbar’s magic,” said Telemain, but allowed Jack to continue.

“I cannot, remove them, and it would be foolish to do so even if I could,” Jack said, as everyone was listening intently, even Kazul, “they surely have additional measures to alert them if a spell goes down or is broken or breached. Thief magic can... nudge spells and put them back in place without disturbing them too much. Of course, the wizard spells will be highly sensitive, basic master thief manipulation will still be noticed.”

“So what,” Kazul was getting impatient with this long winded explanation “will you do about that?”

Before Jack could answer both they and Telemain sat up straight with shivers down their spines. They were close. So close that Telelmain had sensed the outer wards and Jack could tell the exact direction to go in. They couldn’t dare get any closer on dragon back, the spells would detect them. Kazul landed rather ungracefully on the snowy forest floor, so that everyone fell off her back. Even Telemain, who had to fly back on Kazul.

“To make my manipulations so minute as to be negligible,” said Jack, I will make myself and the princess smaller.”

They indicated with their hands about a decimeter in length.

Telemains eyes lit up, “The wizards used that trick to enter the forest in the days before the old war!”

That made Jack worried that their brilliant plan was doomed from the start.

Kazul nodded with approval, “So they won’t expect others to try the same thing. They are rather stupid that way.”

“Very well!” she declared, as Telemain climbed back onto her, “I hope to see you again, and with my rescued my great-grandchild” and she took off rapidly, leaving Jack and Kendria standing in the snow.

“So, do we shrink now?” Kendria asked.

“No, we are too far from HQ, we would freeze to death trying to get there. The wards out here aren’t as sensitive, I have already begun my manipulations, we can move forward,” they said, and began leading them through the woods.

So intent was Jack on looking out for magical traps and maintaining awareness of the direction of the HQ that they didnt see the plain rope trigger. Which Kendria found by snagging her foot on and planting her entire body into the snow.

But no actual trap was sprung. They were unharmed, other than Kendria’s face full of snow. Then Jack sensed the magic being activated. There was a horrible shriek from above and they both glanced up as a snarling mass of black fur and swirling limbs fell down in front of them.

It wasn’t completely black, it had shockingly white saber fangs, and glowing blue eyes, and it’s limbs, many of which were protruding from it’s back, ended in sharp golden claws. Looking at it was strangely painful, as black dust seemed to swirl around it, and in the dust Kendria saw horrible visions of dark gods.

Then it snapped at her. She managed to dodge it, but was sure she hadn’t reacted fast enough. It felt like she was pulled away by someone.

Where was Jack?! They had just been at her side! And now it was just her and the monster. She drew her blade and felt a tickle in her mind. It told her to jump!

She jumped and the creatures claws scraping her armor. It told her to swing! She swung as the monster raised a claw and it was battered away. While it was helping her avoid harm, it was not doing anything to fight back. As she thought this, a new tickle appeared, it wanted her to take the initiative.

That was a problem, she had never fought before, she had no idea what to do.

The monster was circling her, and Jack was nowhere to be seen. They couldn’t have made a break for it and left her here to die! The creature pounced and Kendria held the sword up as if to impale it while it clawed and bit her to death. Mutually assured destruction. It used its extra limbs to change trajectory mid air and avoid the sword and instead land next to her. It was smart. It shot out a claw and the sword said nothing, as it was aiming for the sword itself and not Kendria. This knocked it out of Kendria’s hands.

It snarled in triumph and lunged. A red blur crossed between them and the creature yelped as Jack appeared at Kendria’s side, picking up the sword and handing it back. They were holding a long ugly crystal dagger that dripped with dark crimson blood. The monster’s snout was slashed, but it was not to be so easily beaten.

“Where were you!? Kendria cried as the sword helped her into a stance.

“No time!” and they were gone again. The monster looked around, as Kendria held her stance. It was looking for the one who hurt it. But it did not find it so it turned back to Kendria and stood up on its hind legs, rearing back to swipe at her.

Then it choked, spit a mass of blood onto Kendria, and fell forward. Kendria barely stepping out of the way. Jack was on its neck, their blade embedded into its skull. They wrenched it free and wiped it clean.

Kendria was shaking and fell to her knees, not letting go of the sword. Jack walked over and knelt down to find her staring at them with burning fury.

“Where WERE you! You left me alone to fight that- that thing! And I can’t fight!” tears sprang forth and she let the sword drop into the snow.

“I never left you. I’m a thief: I use my speed and stealth in a fight. You weren’t /supposed/ to see me,” Jack said, helping Kendria to her feet, and fetching the sword, “But I’m sorry that I scared you. You seemed to defend yourself well!”

Kendria wiped the tears from here eyes, “The sword is magic. It was telling me what to do.”

Dang, Jack wished their blades did that, but their crystal dagger also pierced the hide of most creatures and could take down magical shields.

“Headquarters is still a distance away, we better start walking,” they said.

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“Hold!” Jack hissed, and Kendria stopped, panting. They had just climbed up a hill, in the snow, which was getting deeper. She was glad to stop.

Jack stood motionless for a long time, finally taking out items from their bag and moving back and forth. Then they relaxed.

“HQ is just over the hill, And there is a huge sensory overlay a few feet forward. I can’t seem to… Yes the lines of detection here are too thick,”

“So now is it time to shrink?” Kendria said warily.

But Jack was already taking more things out of their bag. Two jars of sparkling powder, 3 vials of of swirling liquid, and dried flowers which Kendria recognized as Fairy’s Foxglove. A mortar and pestle. A small set of scales! Jack mixed the items in precise amounts, sometimes saying words, sometimes not.

They had to dab a bit of the final mixture onto several points on their bodies. Back of the hans. Forehead and cheeks. Elbows, shoulders, knees, ankles. Then Jack placed two fingers on each of Kendria’s cheeks and recited.

“To pass unseen, to remain unheard, a gift be bestowed upon these words: Yiheyeh Kattan!”

Kendria felt a whoosh of wind rise around her and when she opened her eyes saw Jack, or rather Jack’s boot. She looked up and Jack’s face was almost 20 meters up by her estimate. She nearly fainted.

Even though Jack had told her how small they were to become it was still frightening. Back with the giants she was about knee hight. This was a quarter of that! Dangerously small. Jack wasn’t looking at her, but reciting the spell again and they were shrunk.

The first problem they encountered was the snow. They were standing in the indents that their footsteps had made in the foot deep snow. Climbing out to start walking on top of the snow was difficult. But thanks to their size, they didn’t sink into it.

The second problem… well…

As they crested the hill as Jack manipulated the magic and looked down. All they saw was more dense snowy forest. However, that wasn’t the problem. Jack pushed on and Kendria followed. Soon they passed through the illusion and looked down at a clearing.

Jack’s heart sank. The snow abruptly stopped about ten meters down to make way for sparse, but green, forest. There were even some birds sitting in trees; and in the distance an unassuming hut. That was few hundred meters away; not far for most people but to them it was miles. The spell would wear off before long before they reached the hut.

“We’ve failed,” they said, dropping to their knees, “I don’t know why I thought I could do this. We’ll never make it there!”

It was Kendria’s turn to not lose heart, “Well good thing you’re not doing this! We are. I’ve got this. We’ll be there in no time at all!”

Jack looked up in disbelief, “what on this land can you do?”

Kendria ignored them and cleared her throat and began to sing. Louder and louder until the air was filled with melodious aura. A shadow crossed above them, along with a deafening CAW.

Jack’s heart almost stopped as a crow landed a few feet from away and rushed them. However Jack’s training was better than that. They stood up and got out their blades. Kendria held them back. The crow stopped a few inches from them and cocked it’s head, leaning down to examine Kendria.

“Smaller than expected?”

The crow bobbed it’s head, “awa!” it nudged Kendria with its beak and Kendria giggled, rubbing it, moving her hands onto it’s feathered head to scritch it. It chirped happily.

“Can you take us to that building over there? To the building,” Kendria asked it, pointing.

Removing it’s head from her hands the crow looked out at the hut and seemed to be thinking.

“Caw!” it sat down and spread out a wing, indicating with a head shake to climb on.

“Thank you!” Kendria smiled and took a seat on it’s back. Jack did not move.

“What the hell!? This is not safe, it could be taking us to it’s nest to feed us to it’s chicks!”

“AwwRaw!” it stood up and stepped in place.

“Don’t be insulting! It came to help us because I asked. It’s a princess thing.”

That did not make Jack feel any better. When shrunk it was of crucial importance to avoid wildlife. But crows were smart. And they had no other choice. Plus flying would avoid detection, as birds were an expected minor disruption to the spell.

The crow had sat back down and was glaring at Jack. Jack glared back as they climbed up behind Kendria.

It hopped along the snow and took off very fast. As the crow flies it was merely a minute to the hut and it landed on the roof.

From the outside it looked like a single room log cabin. And while the building gave off no magic, all the wards around it were very noticable. Wizards were dumb.

“How do we get inside?” Kendria asked.

“I’m thinking,” said Jack. They climbed up the chimney.

No smoke was coming out, so either it was fake or it was cold. Either way it was probably safe to go down into. Or it wasn’t simply fake and instead lead to a trap.

They didn’t have time. They had to take the chance. They took out the rope from their bag and tied it off to the metal topper.

Kendria bid the crow farewell and joined Jack who took out another rope and tied them together.

It was tricky to repel down and they got covered in soot, but with a steady rhythm they made it down without any major issue, and landed softly on the lid of a massive black cauldron that hung in an unlit fireplace.

This was a workshop of some sort. Empty. Amazingly.

The room was large, larger than the hut looked from the outside. It had several work benches, with all sorts of things on them. Books, scrolls, glassware, tools, materials, bottled liquids, some bubbling over fires, some bubbling on their own. Cupboards, shelves, and countertops lined the room.

A pedestal rested on a bench near the middle of the room. Ornate, silver, jewel encrusted, and shaped like a dragon’s claw.

In the claw rested the egg.

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strangerdeer · 6 years ago

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The Call of Greyback

Summary: Penny Haywood meets the leader of werewolves, Fenrir Greyback.

Words count; 1 974 Warning: Mention of blood. Good to know: english is my second language, you can tell if I have misspelled or something. little bit late with Halloween vibes but oh well

“C’mon Penny,” whispered Scarlett as quiet she could be and tipped on her toes to the bushes.

Penny felt how her stomach turned. She knew they shouldn’t have head out this late on their own in the woods. Not in the full-moon.

“Isn’t it amazing?” Scarlett couldn’t take her eyes off the beast. “Is it really a werewolf?” “Let’s go before it sees us,” Penny tugged Scarlett’s jacket. “it can be dangerous.” Scarlett didn’t listen. “We know the way back perfectly, just one more minute.” and Penny felt how she started to shake a bit and looked back at the track they had come from. She knew how dangerous werewolves was, they lose who they are. They attack anyone. Penny looked down on Scarlett’s face and saw how pale Scarlett was. Penny looked over to the werewolf.

It was staring at them. It had spotted them. “Scarlett!” Penny pulled up Scarlett and the with that scream, the werewolf took off towards them. Penny saw how the beast ran on its all four to jump forward to them. Scarlett jerked off Pennys grip and pushed Penny aside. Penny fell towards the ground and looked up at her friend. Scarlett stared down on her, with fear in her eyes, but knowing Scarlett, she didn’t regret pushing away Penny from the danger. Just like a flash of light in the sky, Penny saw a grey-black creature flash by, dragging Scarlett down with it. Everything felt like it wasn’t real. Wake up. Wake up, now.

Penny couldn’t wake up. It wasn’t a dream even if it was blurry by her eyes and her ears was ringing loudly. She sticked down her hand down inside of her jeans, there she had kept her wand. But it there was no point. Her friend, her innocent, curious, friend was already gone. Penny trembled up on her feet, tried to wep away the tears and she knew she had to take off, back to the camp. Back to her mother, back to safety, and get the Ministry as fast- That was it! “Periculum!” Penny shouted between her gags and pointed the wand towards the sky. It sparkled bright red towards up the sky, making all the stars disappear for few seconds. Her mom would see it, the Ministry would see a young child made magic outside of Hogwarts.

“Ah a very common spell to use,” Penny spinned around, pointed her wand there the voice had come from. In front of her stood a large man, he was haired in his face and had big fangs in his evil grin. He wore a long black coat, his eyes wasn’t normal. They were twisted. Crazy. Only insane people has those kind of eyes. “The spell to use when you are in need of help,” the man chuckled. “but do not fear love, I am here to rescue you, from your miserable life.” Penny was confused, she recognised the man’s face. Not a good recognise. She blinked her eyes fast, tried to blink away the tears. “L-leave me a-alone.”

The man just laughed loudly, by his right side, Penny saw the werewolf coming up behind the man and it growled towards Penny. “Now, now, we can’t scare her off now, can we?”

“Y-you’re a werewolf,” Penny felt her voice was weak, filled with fear, she didn’t know what to do. Penny saw the blood dripping from the werewolf’s mouth and it licked around itself, not breaking the eye contact with Penny. “And you are a witch,” said the man. “I have never come along with witches, or wizard community for that matter.” “You killed Scarlett,” Penny’s voice broke in the mind sentence. What would Scarlett’s parents say? How could they fix this? How could Penny let down her friend? How could Penny let Scarlett die without doing anything?

Her eyes watered but she still held the wand high up toward the man. “I didn’t kill her, “chuckled the man. “my friend did. But I think I would love to have you with us darling.” Shivers went down in Penny everytime the man called her disgusting nicknames. She just wanted to lay down and cry out for her dead friend. But she couldn’t show how weak she was. She needed to buy time. “Who are you!?” bursted out from her mouth. “Why do you do this!?” The man held out his arms as if he was surprised that Penny hadn’t figure it out his name. But he just chuckled with his dark voice, it echoed in the woods with the laugh. The werewolf next to him looked like it chuckled too even if nothing came out from it.

“How rude of me to not introduce myself,” he took a step towards Penny so the moon could shine down on him. “Fenrir Greyback.” Pennys eyes became big. If there was a man she would fear, it was him. How many times doesn’t her mother put spell around their house, making sure to be protected by werewolves and their leader. The leader that stood right in front of her. Fenrir Greyback.

“Why does he attack children?” Penny remember asking that question to her mother in young age after seeing a picture of him in the news paper. Saying in big letters, WANTED. A big mount of galleons for finding the man stood too. Pennys mother sighed, never had Penny seen her mother scared, but that face. Penny could only assume that is was true fright she saw in her mother eyes. “He believes he can rise children to hate on wizards,” her mother said and walked over to the chair there Penny sat at the dinner table, stroking her pink cheek. “Even witches?” “Yes, even witches.” “But, why children?” “He sees the children as the easiest target. And he kidnaps the children away from their parents. Raising them to believe to hate the wizards, saying bad things about us and how we have lied to the children. Encouraging them to haunt and out number us wizards.” “But,” Penny said with a puzzled face. “isn’t it bad to become a werewolf?” “It is honey,” her mother sighed one more time, she bent down to the same eyes height as Penny. “they are in a lot of pain and can’t live a normal life like we others. They wish for the same freedom as we. But with Greyback on the loose. We can’t trust them.” “What should I do if I meet him?” Penny asked in a low, soft voice.

“Run. Run as fast as you can, and use your wand.”

“As I said before,” Fenrir smirked devilish towards Penny. “I don’t have a good history with the wizard community.” “So you decide to attack us children,” Penny stepped back, she needed her mom. “instead of the adults.” “I have always admired you children more,” Fenrir crossed his arms. “and you are more easy to make you open your eyes. How your parents lied about us werewolves. How we are hated by everyone.” “You talk as if I was a were-” Penny cut herself in a small gasp. Greyback just laughed loudly once again. “Yes, a werewolf.” Greyback took few steps towards Penny, in his grin she could see how his fangs became bigger and how he slowly turned to a werewolf.

“Depulso!” She hit him in the face, making him to bend down and moan in pain. She wanted to run but she wouldn’t out run a werewolf. But does that matter. Penny turned around and sprinted towards the camp. In her mid run she pointed her wand up to the sky once again, screaming “Periculum!” “You can’t run from the wolf!” it growled from behind her. She could hear the sticks that broke and the hard thump when Fenrir hit his feet towards the ground. Penny tripped a bit but didn’t fell. She shouted, after her mom. Loudly as she could. The footsteps behind her came closer. Penny took the wand over her shoulder without looking back. “Incendio!” She heard a big rawr of pain and she glanced over her shoulder and saw Greyback holding his face.

It became heavy to run, with the blood taste in her dry mouth and her legs became sour, she decided to hide. She hid behind a big tree. She knew she wasn’t safe. She knew that this wasn’t a good hiding place. Penny covered her mouth, stopping herself for breathing so loud. Stopping herself from gagging and crying. “There is no need to be afraid,” the voice sounded like it came from everywhere when it echoed around the woods. “wizards and witches are weak. Us werewolves are more powerful, that is what you fear about us. I can give you the life of becoming strong, powerful, not needing to be afraid anymore, my little love.”

Penny shut her eyes. She doesn’t want to look if he would find her. She could hear the footsteps coming closer to her, they were heavy steps but they weren’t fast. “There is no need to run away, love,” Fenrir growled in his dark voice. “it will be so much easier when you are still and accept your fate.”

“Stumpefy!” Once again there was unpleasing scream from Greyback and Penny opened up her eyes and looked around for the voice. “Mom!” Penny shouted. Penny stood up and a bit away from her left, she saw her mom running towards them with some other people with her. Her mom shouted after Penny but Penny was still in the shock to be able to run. “I suppose we will meet another time, Penny,” that was the last she heard before Greyback ran off and left them.

“Penny!” her mom pulled Penny in a big, comforting hug. Penny started to sob. Loudly in to her mom’s shoulder and hugged her tight, as she was afraid to lose her mother now. “S-Sc-Scarlett,” Penny could only stuttered between her sobs. “There is a girl who has been attacked,” Penny heard a man from behind her and Penny felt how her mom looked up at the man. They were from the Ministry. “she was attacked by a werewolf. Do you know the girl?” “Yes,” Penny heard her mother mumble. “Scarlett, she is a muggle. From our friends family. They are all muggles.” “I see,” the man sighed heavily and Penny buried her face deeper in her mother shoulder. She wanted to disappear. She wanted to wake up from this bad dream.

“We have to make it look like murder,” said the man, not talking towards Penny's mother. “telling to the police a dangerous group of people are on the loose in these woods. And by Merlin’s beard, where is the people who are suppose to capture these beasts!? Where are they!?”

Penny felt her mother hand coming down on Penny’s head, rocking them both very slowly. Not knowing what to tell to her daughter who had just watched her friend die.

There was two things stuck in Penny’s head. One was seeing her friend, her best muggle friend, being slaughtered to death by a werewolf. And the second was Greyback. “I suppose we will meet another time, Penny.” She doesn’t want to meet him again. She never want to meet a werewolf. “What’s the matter Penny?” asked Ben when they stepped out from the train that had arrived to the station. “You have been quiet the whole ride.”

Penny looked towards the carriage that would take them up to Hogwarts. Last year, they had been dragged by themselves. But now, there was these horse like creatures who was all black and was very skinned who dragged the carriages. “It is nothing,” mumbled Penny while taking an extra glance towards the dark path beside them, noticing that no one saw these creatures.

“Let’s hope this year will be good.”

#I will probably selfreblog this tomorrow so I know people have seen this #bc Im that proud of this #also I have this creepy feeling of greyback??? like how he says love to kids and haunt them???#is he actually suppose to be... a pedo??#idk but he is one since it feels like it #fenrir greyback #hphm #hogwarts mystery #penny haywood #hphm fanfic #hogwarts mystery fanfic #writing stuff you know #<<< thats my tag to see my other stories!!!#I will probably find mistakes

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padfootagain · 7 years ago

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On The Run

Warning : this deals with Sirius’s violent parents. If you don’t feel at ease with such a theme, don’t read this.

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James had sent an owl to warn you. You didn't know much though, the note merely said that Sirius had run away from Grimmauld Place and was now at Godric's Hollow, and that he needed you. You hadn't needed more to hurry there.

Sirius was in trouble, and it was enough for you to rush by his side. You could have crossed the world to reach him, and you knew it, so what were a few hours of flight on a broomstick in the middle of the night?

You threw your broomstick in the alley that led to the Potters' house, careless of the bushes upon which it landed. You were running towards the door, fear clenching your heart.

You knocked on the door, and you were sure your knock was violent enough to wake up the whole house. Only no one seemed to be asleep, there was light downstairs.

James opened the door, and he heaved a relieved sigh at the sight of you.

"Finally!" James exclaimed, inviting you to enter and taking your coat.

"Where is he?" you urgently asked him.

"Upstairs, in his bedroom. He won't open the door."

"What happened?"

But James shrugged.

"He just came here, said he had nowhere to go, that he had run away from Grimmauld Place, but that's basically it. He refused to go to St Mungo's."

Your eyes grew wide.

"What do you mean? Why would he need to go there?"

James threw a cautious look at you.

"His parents didn't let him go that easy."

You felt your heart break.

"Is he alright?"

But James shrugged.

"My parents want to take him see a Healer, but he won't hear about it. I thought that... maybe you could convince him."

You rushed upstairs, heading for the second bedroom on the right.

It had become Sirius's room along the years, and you knew it. The Potters' house had always been opened to him.

You knocked softly on the door.

"Sirius?" you called softly. "Sirius, it's Y/N. Could you open the door?"

Not a sound came from the room.

"Sirius? James sent me an owl, he said you were not well. Could you open the door, love?"

Sirius didn't answer again.

James was standing at the top of the staircase, staring at you. The two of you exchanged a worried glance.

"Sirius, I'm worried sick about you," you went on. "Please, open the door."

You heard something moving in the room, but he still didn't answer.

"As you wish then," you said, your voice louder, making sure he would hear you. "I'll just sit there, in the corridor, on the ground, waiting for you to finally open the door."

You sat down next to the door.

"You may be stubborn but we both know I'm as stubborn as you are. We can play this game for a long while you and I."

You heard footsteps walking towards the door from the inside of the room.

"Sirius, open the door," you asked again, your voice softer again.

"Go away, Y/N," Sirius replied, his low voice shushed by the wooden door that separated the two of you.

You stood up, getting closer to the door again. And you knew Sirius was standing right on the other side of the wooden surface.

"I'm worried about you," you said.

"I'm fine. Go away."

His voice was hoarse, as if he had been crying.

"It's just me, love," you told him softly, your tone reassuring. "Why don't you want to open the door. It's just me."

"I... I don't want you to see me like this."

You threw a terrified glance at James, but the boy merely looked down at the ground.

"Love, are you hurt?" you asked.

Sirius remained silent.

"Sirius, answer me," you insisted, and even you could hear the fear shaking your voice. "Are you hurt?"

Sirius cleared his throat.

"I'll be just fine," he finally spoke. "Don't worry about me."

"Don't worry about me? Are you serious?" you snapped, fear making you angry now. "James called me in the middle of the night, saying you were in trouble. I flew here in the cold for more than two hours. And when I arrive, James says that he and his parents have tried to get you to St Mungo's! How by Merlin's beard am I supposed not to worry about you?!"

You were shaking by now, you could feel tears wetting the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision. Sirius was everything to you. You were so scared...

You sniffed loudly.

"Sirius, please, open the fucking the door," you begged. "Sirius, please."

You heard the loud click of the door being unlocked, and very slowly, your boyfriend opened the door. And your eyes grew wide in horror at the sight of him.

His white shirt was stained with dry blood, his nose was clearly broken although it wasn't bleeding anymore. His right eye was swollen, a large black bruise covering his eyelid. His left cheek was crossed by a large cut, that seemed quite deep. Another crossed his forehead. His lower lip was cut and swollen, a large bruise coloured his jaw. Another bruise had darkened the skin of his neck, and went on under his shirt, probably covering most of his left shoulder. His black hair was disheveled, and his grey eyes, stained with blood, seemed out of focus.

And that was only what you could see from where you stood. You guessed many other cuts and bruises were hidden under his clothes.

Your hand flew up to cover your mouth in shock as you gasped.

"Sirius..." you breathed.

"I'm fine, they're just scratches," he tried to reassure you. "Nothing to be worried about."

You shook your head, tears running down your cheeks without you being able to control them. You extended your arm to rest your fingertips upon his chin, the only part of his face that didn't seem to be painful to him.

"What happened?" you asked in a shaky, horrified whisper.

He shrugged.

"Just my parents trying to stop me from leaving."

"Godric... Sirius you need to see a Healer."

But he shook his head frantically, taking a step back, his hand resting on the doorknob again. He seemed terrified.

"I won't go to St Mungo's," he firmly stated.

"Why not? Look at yourself! You need to see a Healer."

"They'll know where I went then..."

He shook his head again, and there was horror in his eyes.

"If they know where I am, they'll try to bring me back to Grimmauld Place," he breathed. "And I can't go back there."

"Of course you won't go back there," you reassured him, and your voice sounded like a vow.

He intensely stared at you.

"I won't let them take you back, do you hear me?" you swore.

"There's nothing you can do against them. My parents have too much power in the Wizarding World. "

"I'm very good at Transfiguration, remember? I'm sure they would do a lovely pair of cockroaches."

He let out a little laugh, although it seemed painful to him.

"Sirius, you're not well. You need to see a Healer," you insisted. "We could call one to come here. And then no one would know you're here."

"You could do that?" Sirius asked, his will slowly weakening.

"Of course we can," James nodded.

Sirius seemed to hesitate for a moment. But even he knew that he needed help. He nodded slowly.

"Alright then, call him."

James hurried downstairs, calling for his parents.

"Can I come in?" you asked.

He heaved a sigh, giving up, and he let you inside the room. You made sure to let the door opened behind you as you walked into the bedroom.

You both walked to his bed, and you looked at his face again, the trembling light of the candles showing you even more bruises staining his cheeks.

"I don't look very sexy right now, do I?" Sirius joked.

You shook your head, tears back in your eyes.

"You look terrible," you smiled.

"Death of my sex appeal. It's sad."

You carefully caressed the part of his neck that seemed unhurt.

"Do I hurt if I do that?" you asked.

He shook his head.

You let your fingers wander down his neck, and to his chest. You could glimpse bruises there too.

You started to unbutton his shirt, but he stopped you, resting his hands upon yours tenderly.

"I don't want you to see me that way," he breathed.

"Let me," you asked.

And he could read such determination in your eyes that he freed your hands from his tender grasp, and let you slowly take off his shirt.

His chest was covered with bruises, so dark that you guessed that he had broken ribs.

You felt tears flow down your cheeks, and you loudly sniffed.

"Hey, baby, don't cry," Sirius breathed, running his hand through your hair.

You saw him wincing as he raised his hand to your head, but you couldn't see any wound on his arm or his shoulder. Although it seemed that his entire body was painful.

"Sirius..." you breathed, praying for your fear not to be true, stuttering as you couldn’t force the name of the curse to pass your lips. "They didn't... torture you, did they?"

He looked down at the ground, fleeing your intense glance.

"Sirius?"

He looked at you again, and you didn't need him to speak to know the answer to your question.

"I'm going to kill them for that," you vowed through gritted teeth.

But he merely smiled in response, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

"We both know you won't do that," he whispered. "You wouldn't hurt a fly. And that's one of the many things that made me fall so deeply in love with you in the first place."

You let out a sob, and he pulled you against him.

"Stop crying," he said softly, resting his lips on your hair. "Baby, stop crying."

"I'm sorry," you said, sniffing and freeing yourself from his embrace, shaking yourself. "I'm the one who's supposed to comfort you, not the other way around."

He smiled again. You had never seen him looking so exhausted...

"I'll be just fine," he reassured you. "As long as they stay away from me, I'll be just fine."

"I'll never let any of them getting close to you again. Do you hear me?" you promised, holding his head in both your hands.

He nodded.

"You look exhausted," you pointed out.

He gave you a weak smile.

"I've felt better," he admitted.

You scooted against the bedpost, and opened your arms to him.

"Come on, let's cuddle."

He grinned, his eyes lingering on your lips.

"You're cute, you know that?"

"Not as much as my puppy boyfriend."

He rolled his eyes, before crawling up the bed next to you. He rested his head in the crook of your neck, his eyes immediately closing, while you dropped sweet kisses on his head. One of your hands ran through his hair in a soothing gesture, while he held tightly your other hand in his, intertwining your fingers together.

"You'll be alright, Sirius," you tried to reassure him.

You heard him sniffing.

"I'm not so sure about that," he replied.

"You'll be happier now that they're gone. You'll see. We'll be happy together."

"You're wrong, Y/N."

You looked down at him, and you could see tears shining on his cheeks.

"Happiness is like the flu," he said, "at first everyone catches it, but it never lasts for long."

You struggled not to cry.

"Funny," you said, trying to control the shakiness in your voice. "That's what I thought about sorrow."

He smiled.

"Guess there's always a pessimistic and an optimistic in a relationship, right?"

"Or perhaps it just means that my good influence on you is weakening with the Summer."

He chuckled, although you could see that he was still crying.

Actually, he was crying more and more every second.

You took his face in your hands, forcing him to look up at you.

"I love you, Sirius," you whispered. "You know that, right? You know how much you mean to me? You know you are worth much more than them? You're wonderful, you know that, don't you? You know how different you are from them, right?"

He rested his head against your neck once more, and you felt tears fall onto your shoulder.

"Thank you, Y/N," he whispered in a hoarse voice. "Thank you, for saving me from myself."

You buried your face in his hair, breathing in his scent of old parchment and sugar.

And when the Healer walked into the room, you were both already asleep.

#sirius black #sirius imagine #sirius black imagine #sirius fanfic #sirius black fanfiction #fanfic #marauders era #marauders imagine #marauders #writing

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clovergirl18 · 5 years ago

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Chapter 2: Hedwig's crash landing and the mysterious green egg!

It has been a year since the Naru had killed the Dursleys and became Harry's pet. Harry's life and health have improved tremendously. Terrence is also happy to have Harry around. It was another quite day on Shaffer road where Harry and Terrence live. Harry was out in the backyard playing with Naru when suddenly and black and white blur hit the ground and bounced into the bushes near the fence.

Harry approached slowly with Naru on his shoulder. The two peered into the bush where the strange object had landed. Harry thought it was soccer ball since the kids next door were always accidentally sending stuff over the fence. He thought that was the case until he noticed the red splatter on the ground and Naru arched her back and started hissing. Oh no please don't be some sort of dangerous creature! Harry thought as he pushed the bushes aside revealing a white cat with black spots and wings.

The injured animal had definitely been attacked by something. Judging by its wounds and the way it was breathing funny. Harry took has coat off and scooped the bleeding kit up and ran towards the house carrying the small cat in his arms. Naru had jumped off his shoulder and was trotting behind her human. "Uncle Terry!" Harry yelled as he burst through the back door and into the kitchen.

Terrence Smith was a fairly tall man with short light brown hair some stubble and brown eyes. He was wearing a gray long sleeve shirt and jeans. He dropped the paper and spat out his mouthful of coffee when Harry burst through the back door screaming. "Harry what's wrong?" Terrence asked he froze when he saw the injured cat. "Merlin's beard." Terrence said in shock.

Several hours latter...

Terrence and Harry were peering into a shoe box. Inside laid the white and black cat. They had found out that there mysterious visitor was in fact a female. "Poor thing must've been attacked by a large bird of some sort, maybe a great horned or a great gray owl judging from those talon and beak marks on her." Terrence said stroking the amber eyed feline. "Can we keep her once she's recovered?" Harry asked thinking that Naru could use the company of another winged cat.

"I don't see why not, besides she reminds me of my family's old cat Oreo. He passed away when I was seven so I don't really remember him that well." Terrence said as the cat started purring. Any idea hit Terrence. "Harry how about you name her after all you found her first." Terrence said smiling. "Really?! Okay, Okay." Harry said smiling like a child on Christmas day. "How about Hedwig?" Harry said worried that the name was too strange. "It's perfect." Terrence said smiling.

A few days passed and Hedwig was getting stronger. She was even well enough to start roaming around the house. After the first couple days Naru began warming up to Hedwig and now she acts like a big sister towards little Hedwig. It was a rainy day and Hedwig and Naru were curled up on the back of the couch and just silently judging the few humans that walked by.

Harry was sitting on the couch reading a book, and Terrence was watching the news. Suddenly the doorbell rang. "Odd I'm not expecting anyone or anything." Terrence said he then looked over at Harry who just shrugged. Terrence got up and went towards the front door with his wand gripped in his hand. He jerked the curtain next to the door but didn't see anyone. He whispered a revealing charm and nothing happened.

Terrence thought that it was probably some sorta prank but he decided to take a look anyways. He opened the door only to reveal a dark green egg sitting on the porch. "What on earth?" Terrence said picking up the large egg. It definitely had some weight to it. "Was someone at the door?" Harry asked as his guardian came back into the room. "No but they left an egg on our porch." Terrence said letting Harry see the egg. Harry's eyes were wide with excitement he wanted to see what amazing creature was in the egg and he could have sworn he saw it move.

"I guess there's no harm in keeping it though." Terrence said looking at the smooth green shell. I wonder if this really is a dragon egg like I think it is. Only one way to find out and that's by hatching it. Terrence thought. The two wizards spent the rest of the day setting up an incubator for the green egg. Which was wobbling more and more. "Is it gonna hatch soon?" Harry asked. "I think it's pretty close to hatching but I think it still has at least a day or so before it hatches." Terrence said watching the egg. Oh were those two in for a surprise in the morning.

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How To Be A Wizard: Chapter One-Welcome To Wizard City

A Wizard101 fanfiction

I don’t own anyone except my own characters!

Chapter one: welcome to wizard city!

A wise old man leaned on his staff in exhaustion, peering into the crystal ball on his desk as if it held the answers to the universe. A gray owl wearing a cap flew onto his staff, peering into the crystal as well.

“Whooo are they, headmaster Ambrose?” the owl asked in a throaty voice.

“These seven teenagers are the key to stopping Malistaire once and for all, Gamma.” the aforementioned wizard teacher stated, stroking his beard in thought. “They come from a world that has magic, yet they don’t even believe in it! How unusual…” he murmured.

“Then we should bring them to Wizard City as soon as magically possible to teach them how to use their magic! There isn’t a moment to lose, headmaster!” The gray owl cried.

The old man sighed and adjusted the monocle on his left eye, “I suppose you are right, Gamma. The fate of the Spiral rests in their, albeit inexperienced, hands.” The owl flew off the staff and hid behind a stack of books, peeking his little grey head out to watch his master perform the spell that would bring the teenagers into their world.

In a matter of minutes and in a flash of light, there in his office stood seven teenagers. Three boys and four girls, all looking confused, worried, and scared.

The tallest boy, a latino with startling grey eyes spoke first. “Ay, what’s going on, ese?!”

“What the hell is going on…??” a girl with brown hair and light blue eyes questioned, examining her surroundings and her new comrades.

“Whoa! Check out the threads we’ve got!” a girl with tanned skin and amber eyes grinned and fingered the hem of her maroon sleeves.

Indeed, as soon as they set foot in this new world, their clothes changed from typical jeans and sneakers to cotton robes and soft but sturdy boots.

The commotion continued amongst the teenagers, as they examined themselves and questioned their whereabouts, their voices growing louder in panic.

This continued until the headmaster slammed the butt of his staff into the ground beneath him, sending out a blast of air and silencing the new students. Seven shocked faces finally acknowledged the person that brought them to Wizard City.

“I understand that you must be confused at the least, but if you will allow me to explain, then I shall.” He straightened up as much as possible, “I am Headmaster Merle Ambrose, of Ravenwood school of magical arts. This is my assistant, Gamma.” He motioned to the now revealed grey owl, who bowed in greeting. “Now, as for why I’ve brought you all here.” He gestured to the crystal ball on his desk and displayed a picture of a man with long black hair and beard. He had beady black eyes and a scowl on his face. “This is Malistaire,” he explained, “a dark wizard who seeks to destroy Wizard City for reasons unknown. He hasn’t done much yet, but he will eventually. And while I pride my school in teaching the wizards of the next generation, I fear that none of them are ready to stop this menace.” He swept a hand over the crystal and the image of Malistaire disappeared.

“Okay, that’s all well and good but…” the boy with gold eyes and long brown hair gestured amongst himself and the others, “…what makes you think that we can stop him? I mean we’re just simple humans, not mages or wizards or whatever.”

“Ah, but that is where you are mistaken.” headmaster ambrose waved his hand over the crystal ball again, this time displaying moving images of the seven teens before him. “You see, you all display great magical power that has been shown in your actions.” he turned to the latino boy. “You, young man, are Antonio Suncatcher. Your intense will and respect for others gives you the ability of divination. Storm magic.” the latino, now named Antonio, glanced at the crystal showing him at a young age sticking his finger in an electrical socket, giggling as his dark hair stood on end. He blushed in embarrassment at the image.

Merle then turned to a girl with black hair pulled into a ponytail and pretty violet eyes. “You are Angela Darkcaller, a woman whose love for others goes beyond even the grave. In turn, you have been given the ability of necromancy, the magic of the dead.” the crystal ball then showed her talking to a ghost standing above its grave. Angela smiled sweetly and forlornly, as the ghost was the spirit of her late mother.

“You, young lady, are Rowan Dragonblood,” said short-haired brunette girl with light blue eyes jumped at her name being called suddenly. “You have a cold soul yet have a warm heart, thus granting you ice magic, or thaumaturgy.” she turned to the crystal ball, which now featured her with longer hair and playing in the snow…in a tee shirt and shorts. Rowan blushed heavily, shielding her face with the hood of her robe.

The headmaster turned to the boy with lime-green eyes and disheveled blond hair. “You, my friend, are Blake Ironheart. Your spirit thrives with light and life, which is the magic you have been given. The magic of life, the theurgist’s magic.” Blake gazed fondly at the crystal ball now displaying a scene where he was making his aunt’s old withered rose bushes thrive with new life.

“You, are Calamity Moonhunter, a girl who was gifted with the magic of balance. You were given this magical talent due to your ability to adapt easily and to see things from all points of view.” the girl with amber eyes and dark brown curly hair grinned childishly as she peered into the crystal, showing her manipulating sand at the beachside.

“Oh, I remember that! You see, I was entering a sandcastle building contest and I was so desperate to win, so I tried my hardest to build the best sandcastle ever and I mean EVER, but it was still kinda disappointing and I was about to give up but then all of a sudden, I was CONTROLLING THE SAND! Can you believe it? I mean, everyone was staring at me like I was crazy, I mean, of course I’m crazy, who isn’t nowadays? And I-”

“Oh for the love of god, shut up!” the shortest girl with blonde hair and ruby red eyes shouted.

“You!” ambrose pointed to the girl who had shouted. “You, Iridian Flamerunner, have a fire in your heart that reflects your magical gift. You will have to learn to take control of your fire before it burns you.”

“Um…yes sir?” she bit her lip as she glared at the crystal ball displaying a memory of her as an infant playing with hot embers from the fireplace. The headmaster placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t worry young one. You are among friends who can help you master pyromancy. You won’t be alone anymore.” iridian smiled weakly as ambrose moved on to the boy with the gold eyes and long brown hair. “And lastly, Kane Wolftail. You have been given the gift of conjuring, of taming and befriending mythical beasts. You have a heart of gold and a great sense of responsibility.” the crystal ball pictured Kane helping an elderly woman walk her dogs, comforting a little girl who had scraped her knee, coming home with a straight A report card.

Ambrose stepped away from the new students and addressed them all as one. “You are the key to Wizard city’s survival. You were chosen to come to Ravenwood for a reason, to assist each other in the fall of Malistaire.” he gestured to Gamma. “It’s getting late. I will have Gamma show you to your shared room for tonight. Starting tomorrow, you will be attending classes based on your schools. But for now, I suggest you all get some sleep.”

“Wait, I’m sure we all still have questions!” Blake said, stepping forward.

“Questions I am afraid will have to wait for now,” the headmaster said. “Now, off you go. Tomorrow is a big day, after all.”

“Wow, this is soo cool!” Calamity jumped on her maroon-colored bed in excitement.

“No, this is so NOT cool!” Iridian stormed around the large, circular room in a fiery rage. “We’re stuck here with no idea why, a crackpot old man thinking we’re wizards, we don’t even know each other and we’re expected to work together to take down some guy for whatever reason!” unbeknownst to her, her feet started flickering and leaving scorched footprints in her wake.

“Uh, Iridian, you might want to calm down…” Blake said worriedly. Iridian stopped her pacing and whirled to face the Life mage.

“I’M COMPLETELY CALM!!!” she roared as flames shot out of her open mouth and hit Antonio’s long purple and gold robes.

“Ay! Caliente! Someone help!” Rowan shot a blast of ice at the latino, effectively putting out the fire. Unfortunately, it also froze his feet to the ground. “Eh…gracias, Chiquita,” he muttered.

“Ooh, so we’re practicing? Okay!” Calamity jumped off her bed and started waving her hands above her head like a madman. “Lookit what I can do!” out of thin air, it seemed, a mini tornado formed above her head and exploded into what looked like mock fireworks, getting everyone dirty with sand.

“Gah! Hey, care to cool it with the sandstorm, chica?” Antonio, who had successfully smashed the ice around his feet enough to walk, said in exasperation.

“Oopsie, my bad!” the Balance mage giggled cutely.

“Okay, everyone STOP!” Kane’s voice boomed in the large room and like he commanded, everyone stopped what they were doing as if someone had paused a movie. He took a deep breath and sat on his yellow and blue colored bed. “Look, I know this seems…well, insane to say the least,”

“Understatement of the year,” Rowan muttered.

“But we were all brought here for a reason, and that reason is to save this world.” Kane continued.

“But what about our families? Our friends, our LIVES? Do you really think we can just up and leave that behind?” Angela asked worriedly, fingering the skull brooch on her collar.

“I…” Kane hesitated. He took a great interest in his boots.

Rowan saw his hesitation and picked up where he left off. “Listen, we may be stuck here for now, but that doesn’t mean we probably won’t go home once all this is over.”

“So what you’re saying is that if we just off this Mal-whatever dude, we can go home?” Iridian interrupted.

“Yes, exactly!” Rowan said, throwing her hands in the air, accidentally freezing the ceiling in the process. “Oops…”

“Then that’s what we’ll do,” Kane spoke up, “but for now, let’s just get some sleep,” he pulled back the covers on his bed. “Like the old man said, we’re gonna start classes tomorrow, and we’ll need all the help we can get.”

“Okie Dokie, artichokie! G’night!” No sooner had Calamity plopped onto her own bed, she started snoring.

“Jeez, she falls asleep fast,” Iridian muttered as she took off her red and orange hat and set it beside her similar-themed bed. “But the dork’s right,” she followed Kane’s example, “The sooner we stop this guy, the sooner we can go home.”

The rest of the wizards decided to just leave it at that and call it a night.

As Rowan was removing her pale blue cloak, Kane spoke up. “Hey, Rowan?” the brunette turned and saw him sitting up, tugging on his fringe. “Thanks. For speaking up for me…I appreciate it,” His face warmed up as he glanced away from the ice mage.

“Hey, it’s no big deal. It was just impulse, y’know?” Rowan shrugged and got into bed.

“Still, it means a lot to me. Not a lot of people would do that for me.” Kane explained.

“How come?” she questioned, “you seem like a nice enough guy,”

Iridian spoke up from under her covers, “Hey if you two are done flirting yet, some of us are trying to get some sleep.”

The duo blushed and said a hasty “good night” to each other before diving under their own covers.

Tomorrow would hopefully be a bit better.

#wizard101 #fanfiction #this is my first one #dont judge me #chapter one #original characters #blade writes

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