#the carrow family

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Do you think all of the S28 have crests/animals like how the Malfoys have their peacocks and the Averys have barn owls?

Yes, I do! Most of the Sacred Twenty Eight seem too stuck on their high horse to not have something like a crest/animals to represent them. I went with animals for this since I've got significantly more thoughts for that than on the crests, but I would imagine these also show up on some variant of a family crest as well. I got a bit of help from a friend with this one but,,, here are our thoughts lol

Abbot - Doves

The Old English derivative "abbod" is a reference to the head of monasteries and the Old French "abet" means "priest".

Avery - Barn Owls

Black - Black Ravens

This is canon, as seen on the Black family tree, but ravens are the specific corvus due to their symbolism.

Bulstrode - Marsh Frog

The Old English "bula" means "bull" and "strōd" means "overgrown marsh", yet bullfrogs are not native to the area.

Burke - Porcupines

Derives from the Norwegian name "Børke", which originated from the Old Norse "birki", meaning "birch forest", a location commonly populated by porcupines.

Carrow - Stoat

The Welsh surname "Caeriw" means "dweller at the fort on the hill", an area that stoats can be found. They are also a breed of mustelid that highly resemble a weasel, which highlights their Slytherin traits in reference to the phrase "weasel out of something", meaning to be cowardly.

Crouch - Lamb

The Old English term "crūc" means "cross", an item from a religion associated with lambs in direct correlation to their saviour. I especially love this for the religious context and it symbolically means innocence, purity and sacrifice. Especially the latter works great with how Crouch Senior sacrifices his son for the sake of his career but also how Artemisia Crouch (Barty's mother) sacrifices herself for her son (who she believes to be innocent as far as we're aware), something that she would have never done if she had not married into the Crouch family.

Fawley - Hare

The names originate from the Old English terms "fealu", meaning "fallow", or "colour", "fealh", meaning "ploughed land", and "lēah", which means "woodland clearing". The hare is a woodland creature with earthy tones, suiting each origin.

Flint - Otter

The Old English name means "stream", an otter's habitat.

Gaunt - Serpent

The Middle English term meant "slender", an apt description of a snake and a reference for their status as Slytherin's heirs.

Greengrass - Red Deer

An animal that takes residence in grassy areas.

Lestrange - Fox

The name derived from "foreigner" in French, which leads one to believe that they were perceived as outcasts, presumably to the Muggle world, as would likely be subsequently associated with the occult, of which foxes are part. Traits symbolised by the animal also follow Slytherin's creed.

Longbottom - Hedgehog

The Old English words "lang" and "botm" mean "valley bottom", where hedgehogs may be found.

Macmillan - Lion

Often depicted on the Macmillan family crests.

Malfoy - Albino Peacocks

This is once again another canon one. Lucius Malfoy even owns an albino peacock and it scares Yaxley when he arrives along with I believe Severus for a meeting in June or July 1997? Something along those lines.

Nott - Salamander

The surname may be a variant of "Cnut", which is an English variant of the name Knud, the king who brought England and Denmark together, and salamanders are animals found in Denmark whose features pair with Slytherin traits.

Ollivander - Cow

The name originates from the Greek "olive wand", and as the known Ollivander pairs wands and wizards, the animal was chosen from Hera's sacred cow, combining professions and origins.

Parkinson - Bat

The name "Parkin" meant "little stone" in Middle English, and whilst it is a wider stretch than others, caves are typically comprised of rock, where bats can be located.

Prewett - Lion

The name is a variant of "Prewitt", which meant "valiant", suiting both the animal and the House of Gryffindor.

Rosier - Bee/Swan

My friend suggested bees, as they are pollinators of roses, I personally like the swan. The swan is most commonly a symbol of love, similar to how the red rose is, but it is also a symbol of beauty, something I think the Rosiers value a lot. This also fits with my headcanon that the Rosier family has a lot of Veela blood in it, as the Veelas transform into a bird-like creature when angry. They're described as cruel-beaked bird-like harpy-esque creatures and as someone who's witnessed an angry swan, I think it all adds up lol.

Rowle - Eastern Osprey

I headcanon the Rowle family to have roots in Denmark (hence names like Thorfinn) and the Eastern Osprey is a bird fairly commonly seen in Denmark.

Selwyn - Goat

The name originates from the Latin "Silvanus", Roman god of the forest, where goats could be seen.

Shacklebolt - Horse

The name obviously refers to breaking shackles, thus freedom, which is often represented by horses.

Shafiq - Persian Leopard

Derives from "shafaqa", meaning "compassion". Felines are widely loved in the culture and leopards symbolise power, beauty, and wisdom.

Slughorn - Slug

Ignoring the obvious reasons the Slughorns would be represented by slugs, slugs are also known to symbolise adaptability which we see with the one Slughorn we know of. Snails in general often symbolise tests of personal strength and we've also seen Horace Slughorn deal with many tests of personal strength, first when he tells Tom Riddle about the horcruxes and later when he tells Hari about the memory of it.

Travers - Heron

The name meant "to cross" in Old French, typically crossing a body of water, an exodus that herons are known to populate.

Weasley - Weasels

Yaxley - Bison

The name comes from "gēac" and "leah" in Old English, respectively meaning "cuckoo" and "woodland clearing". As yaks are not as popular in Europe, bison bear a close resemblance.

There was a lot of overlap with what we thought for a handful of families, though most of the explanations are by @literallysleepy! Hopefully, you guys enjoyed them as much as I did,,,,

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modern, muggle carrow siblings:

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[After a bust gone wrong, in which the suspected Death Eaters, Rookwood & the Carrows got off scot free] Mad-Eye: I think they're talking about us. Tonks: No, they're not. There's no need to be so paranoid, Mad-Eye. Mad-Eye: They're pointing at us and laughing.

[evaslytherpuff]

Desperate For Sanctuary

Ominis Gaunt x F!OC

Friends to lovers, Yandere OC

18+ MDNI!!!

Characters are 18+ in this fic!!!

Tag list: @myrachondria @hotcinnam0nspicy @moongurl95 @localravenclaw I appreciate that you all support this story and the characters, this fanfic is very dear to me! Thank you for reading!🥹💙

CW: Slightly intense duel, Sexual tension (if you squint), Longing, Abusive and manipulative parents, Trauma induced illness, Obsessive behavior, Stalking, Slight Somnophilia, Mentions of character deaths

If any of the above warnings may trigger you, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE READING!

Chapter 4

Vivian’s POV

Vivian unfortunately didn't have double potions that day but she did get to see Ominis again in DADA and she was excited to see him. They were actually going to spend time together which made her feel giddy. He came to her for help. He could have asked anyone but he sought her out and she thought it was the sweetest thing. When she built up the courage to ask him for his time, the blush that blessed his cheeks made her heart pound against her chest. She understood that they just met but Ominis was truly enchanting. She looked forward to getting to know him alone without anyone else's opinions of him.

Professor Hecat made her way to the middle of the classroom and demanded that all the students stand as she magically moved the tables and chairs to the sides of the massive classroom.

"Today, we shall pair you all up in some friendly duels. I want to see how far you all have come over the years. I hope I have taught you well, if not, hmm we shall see how it goes." She chuckled lightly as she summoned the dueling platform from the floor. The class cheered as Professor Hecat made her rounds, eyeing the students up, making sure she had the pairs set in her mind.

"First up, Mr.Clopton and Mr.Prewett. Let's see what you've got." The Professor grinned as the two boys made their way to the platform and took their dueling positions. "On my count. Three, two, one! Begin!"

The light in the room seemed to change, highlighting the boys as Leander cast the first spell, knocking Everett off balance. Everett surprisingly didn't back down and cast an even stronger spell at Leander who easily blocked it. Vivian watched excitedly as the duel commenced but her eye's kept wandering over to Ominis who stood on the other side of the room. He held his wand out in front of him and smiled as he took in the two students dueling. She wondered what he saw with his wand. Did it send a visual to him? Could he fully see while he held it? The whole situation was fascinating to her.

She turned her attention back to the heated battle on the stage as Everett cast a powerful depulso in Leander's direction, knocking him clear off the platform. The class was in an uproar as Everett bowed to the students and crossed over to Leander, helping him up.

"Good one, Clopton." The red haired boy coughed as he took the Ravenclaws hand and stood up.

Next it was Natsai and Poppy. The two girls fought at an even level but Natsai seemed slightly more skilled than Poppy, although the petite Hufflepuff was extremely feisty, casting spells with a quiet confidence. Natty was very good at chaining her spells, sending one after the other to disorient Poppy but the young girl knew how to defend herself. Poppy's protective spells kept her shielded from Natty's onslaught. Unfortunately for her Natty finished with a Levioso, raising Poppy off the platform then Glacias, freezing Poppy in midair. She finished with a few basic casts until Poppy fell to the floor, the ice shattering around her. Poppy stood up quickly, dusting off her uniform as Natty jumped down from the dueling stage, the girls shook hands and laughed loudly as they returned to the sides of the classroom.

Then, surprisingly, it was Ominis and Vivian's turn. She hesitated when she heard who she was paired up with as she crossed to the platform but nearly tripped over her own feet as Ominis casually removed his robe and hung it up on a nearby training dummy then rolled his shirt sleeves up to his elbows. She thought he was handsome before, but now, he was breathtaking. She had to shake her head a little as she walked up the stairs and stood on her end of the platform.

"Take your positions." Professor Hecat spoke from the sidelines.

"Don't go easy on me, understand." Ominis said calmly as he took his dueling stance.

"I wasn't planning on it Monsieur. Gaunt." She blushed as she took her stance as well, a smirk gracing his beautiful face.

"On my count. One, two, three!" Their Professor shouted.

Vivian was the first to cast without hesitation, snapping her wand in Ominis direction, he blocked her attack with ease. What surprised her was how quickly he was able to cast. Before his Protego shield even fell, he cast Confringo through the haze, damaging her with the fiery spell. She didn't go down easily though and swiftly cast right back. Eventually it became a back and forth between the two, a heated dance of who will win and who wouldn't. The way that Ominis would cast was like a snake, poised and ready to strike, his wand hand snapping forward with venomous fury. He was powerful and it sent chills up her spine to watch him perform with such precision and grace. She couldn't be distracted, if she let him get to her, she would easily lose.

Ominis chained his spells perfectly but Vivian was prepared, matching his strength and protecting herself from his rapid attacks. This man was determined though as he seemed to lose himself in the heat of battle. She noticed the tense look on his face as if his mind drifted while he was dueling. What was he thinking about, she wondered.

He somehow grew closer, pushing her further to the edge of the platform, she could barely move from his advance. He lifted her from the ground and she was completely unprepared. He then cast depulso followed by a swift descendo, forcing her arse to the ground. The shockwave that vibrated through her entire body knocked the air from her lungs and made her see stars. The class gasped in shock but started to clap hesitantly as Vivian slowly rose from the ground, still unsteady on her feet.

"Damn, Ominis, this was supposed to be a practice duel. You kind of lost it up there!" Leander snapped as he crossed to Vivian. "Are you alright?" He asked kindly. Ominis swiftly jumped from the platform and crossed over to her, hesitating to come closer, a look of horror on his pale face.

"I'm so sorry, Vivian. I didn't mean to hurt you. Please forgive me. Are you okay? I didn't mean to take it too far!" He looked like he was on the verge of tears.

"Guys, I'm fine." She said as she brushed dirt from her uniform. "Wow, Ominis. Your skills are exceptional! I think that was the longest and most intense duel I have ever had. It was thrilling and a privilege to duel with such an excellent duelist like you." She held out her hand to him but he seemed terrified to take it. Eventually he clasped his delicate fingers around hers and shook gently.

"Are you sure you're alright?" He asked softly before letting her hand go.

"I'm fine, Ominis. Really. You won fair and square. It was actually a lot of fun." She giggled as Leander nodded and patted Ominis' shoulder before he walked back to the rest of the students. Ominis still looked like he could vomit at any minute as Professor Hecat crossed over to them.

"That was a very impressive duel. One of the best I've ever seen. Well done Mr. Gaunt. Ms. Beausoleil, you did a wonderful job, they taught you well at Beauxbatons." The witch smiled warmly before walking away to announce the next pair of duelists.

"Thank you, Professor Hecat." Vivian beamed but Ominis appeared to be on the verge of a panic attack. Vivian stood by his side and grabbed his hand gently and was relieved that he didn't pull away.

"Ominis, Je vais bien. Je te le promets. I'm fine, I promise you that I'm fine." She said soothingly as she rubbed his knuckles softly. He closed his eyes and tried his best to take slow and even breaths.

"Are you sure, Vivian? I'd be devastated if I actually harmed you." He sighed and ran his free hand through his blond locks.

"I am unharmed, Ominis," She said kindly. "Besides, I've got enough back there to soften the blow of a fall." She laughed and his face turned beet red when he realized she was talking about her behind. He blinked rapidly in her direction and was rendered speechless so she decided to change the subject.

"You are quite the duelist. Where did you learn to do all of that?" His face dropped while the blush drained from his cheeks and she immediately knew she messed up.

"It's not something I really like talking about. I come from a very twisted and horrible family. I despise my name with a passion and l am not proud to be a Gaunt. Where did you learn to duel? I could tell that your knowledge goes beyond what our schools have taught us." He said softly.

"My mom and dad. They were very skilled and made sure I knew how to defend myself. I appreciate you noticing." She blushed.

"Our duel was pretty thrilling wasn't it? That was the most exciting thing I've felt in a while." He said as Imelda won against Adalaide.

"It was pretty amazing." She said as she stared up at him, a ray of sunlight shone through the glass window, highlighting his beautiful face. She swallowed hard when his blue eyes landed on her and he smiled gently.

"I'd happily duel you again. Maybe this time I'll win." She giggled.

"Maybe." He continued to smile then cleared his throat, realizing they were still holding hands. He hesitated for a moment but pulled his fingers from hers and returned his attention back to the class.

She came to school to focus, to pass with flying colors and move forward with her life, but Ominis was proving to be a wonderful distraction.

Ominis' POV

For the rest of his classes, all Ominis could think about was what Vivian had said in DADA. He could barely focus as her words kept replaying in his mind. "Besides, I've got enough back there to soften the blow of a fall." Now all he could do was think about her arse. He was shocked but also found it refreshing that she could easily talk about her body like that. She just blurted it out like it was nothing, as if she was talking to one of the girls in her dorm, not to a guy who couldn't stop thinking about her since she walked through the doors of the Great Hall.

When she laughed in Herbology it sounded like music to his ears. What was she laughing about? Who made her laugh out loud so joyfully? He slowly turned in his stool until he was facing her energy.

As long as he held his wand in his hand, this is what he was able to "see." Everything in this world gives off energy, in waves, sparks, hazes, auras, glows, etc. With the help of his wand, he could easily read a person's energy. Poppy always seemed to glow, very vibrant and warm. Natty gave off sparks, great energy and headstrong. His brothers were hazy like smog. Their energy felt heavy and toxic, smothering even. Then there was Vivian. Her energy was entirely different from everyone else's. He didn't know why though. Was it because he was attracted to her? Vivian wasn't just energy, she appeared like the entire galaxy laid out before him. It was the most mesmerizing thing he ever saw and he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

She was giggling and joking with Imelda and a small part of him felt a little...jealous? He wanted to be the one who made her laugh, the guy she made jokes with, the one she could talk to all day. Was it wrong or weird to be attracted to someone so fast? He sort of felt like a creep for having these thoughts about her but he also couldn't seem to help it.

"Are you alright, Ominis?" Professor Garlick appeared next to him and startled him out of his conflicted mind, making him jump, his tentacula plant gurgling loudly.

"Yes Professor. I'm okay." He said softly, embarrassed to be caught not paying attention.

"Just making sure. You're doing very well by the way. Your tentacula is adjusting to its new soil with ease. Keep up the good work." Professor Garlick said sweetly before she walked away to check on another student.

Ominis finished up his assignment and tucked his notebook into his satchel. His attention eventually returned to Vivian. He was a whirlwind of emotions and it was giving him a migraine. He sighed heavily as Professor Garlick dismissed the class and Vivian left the greenhouse with Imelda. He would be meeting her after his Charms class and he didn't know if he was anticipating it or regretting his decision to ask for her help.

His anxiety was in full swing as his final class finished and he made his way to the clock tower. His heart was pounding so loud he could hear every beat echoing in his ears. There she stood, leaning against the entryway to the courtyard, her energy emitting stars and clouded colors around her silhouette. He approached her slowly while mustering a small smile. Her energy shifted entirely as she pushed off from the wall.

"Ominis, you look pale. Are you sure you're alright?" She placed the back of her hand against his forehead and he raised a brow at her concern.

"I still think I hurt you during our duel." He said as he lowered his head, he could feel her staring through him, examining him.

"I'm a tough girl, Ominis. There is a lot about me that you don't know. I can take a few hits and keep on going. If you had hurt me, trust me, I would have been honest and told you. Come here." She pulled him in and hugged him and his eyes grew wide. He was able to feel her again, to hold her in his arms, it made him feel excellent. He sighed in content as she rested her head on his chest. Stuff like this would usually annoy him or make him feel embarrassed but with Vivian it was different, he felt like the world fell away, she felt so right in his embrace. She cleared her throat as she pulled away from him and he had to stifle a whimper at the loss of her body pressed to his.

"Are you ready to brew some potions?" She asked excitedly as she led him out into the courtyard.

"As ready as I'll ever be." He shrugged as he followed behind her.

"No need to panic, I'm here with you, I'll guide you through it." She reassured him as she sat down in the corner of the stony yard, yanking him down with her. He sat beside her as she began to pull out all the ingredients they needed for the potions.

"We aren't doing this in the potions room?" He asked out of curiosity.

"Nope. I ran it by Professor Sharp and he said it would be fine as long as we are careful. I want to do this to help you and he understood that." She said confidently as she started to get to work.

"He was okay with this?" Ominis was shocked.

"It helps that I'm a good and trustworthy student." She giggled. "I've only been here all of two days but he knows how seriously I take my potions. I'm going to help in any way I can, okay, I know what it feels like to not sleep." She said sadly. He hesitated but decided to ask her anyway.

"What keeps you awake at night?" He wondered as she handed him a ladle.

"Memories of my mom and dad. The night she was killed. The day I found my father had died in his sleep. It all haunts me. When I had to leave Marseille and move in with my Grandmother. She's a sweet woman, le meilleur en fait, but her house doesn't feel like home to me. She's the best, you would like her." She said confidently.

"I would like her? What is she like?" He asked as he helped her stir the potion a few times.

"I may be judging but, you seem like the type of guy that likes a nurturing soul, my mamie is kind and caring. She's always looking out for others. I love her dearly." He liked how she sounded so happy when talking about her Grandmother. He didn't really get the chance to know his, either of them, they were dead before he was born. From what he read and heard about them though, it was probably better this way. His father's parents were worse than him and he's a horrific man. His mother's family was rumored to be sick and twisted and this was obviously passed on to her, a woman who was as vicious as she was beautiful.

"She sounds great, Vivian." He said with a sincere smile. He noticed her energy changed for just a moment then faded back to its original colors. He wondered what that meant. It was aggravating that he couldn't decipher one color from another. He's been blind since the day he was born so he didn't know which color was which. Sebastian would try his best to describe things to him but he had no idea what a blue sky was. A green tree was a mystery to him, red flowers just sounded like a pretty plant in his opinion. It was frustrating how people thought he could tell colors apart when he truly couldn't. He turned his head to take in the stars and swirls her form emanated. What color was her hair? He could tell it was tied up on top of her head. Was she pale like moonlight or sun kissed with glowing radiance? What color were her eyes or her lips? He was so curious and desperately wanted to know. His blindness never really bothered him before, he had grown used to it, but now he wanted to see her so badly it pained him.

"This potion batch is almost done, would you like to brew some more? I have enough ingredients for another cauldron full." She asked as she placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Another batch would be lovely please." He gave her a genuine smile and her atmosphere shifted again and this time it stayed that way and his heart began to race. Was she...blushing?

"Alright, let's get started." She chuckled.

They continued to make potions all through the evening and Ominis even walked her back to their common room. This time, he chose to cross the threshold with her. It had been ages since he slept in his dorm but for some reason, he wanted to feel closer to her.

"Good night, Ominis. I hope our potions help you sleep well tonight." She gently hugged him before retreating to the girl's dormitory. He smiled to himself as he sat down on one of the couches near the fireplace. His satchel was filled with the Dreamless Sleep potions they brewed together and he was beyond thankful for them. He had enough to last him for about a week and she even promised to help him brew more if he needed them. He knew that he would so he told her it was definitely going to happen and her energy seemed to bloom and grow more vibrant. He took that as her excitement and it made him happy to bask in the feelings she radiated.

He reluctantly trudged up to the boy's dormitory, crossing the iron bridge, until he stood in front of the door. He could hear voices inside but it only sounded like two people. He opened the door and the voices abruptly stopped.

"Holy shit! You're in our dorm, Gaunt?" Nigel's voice sounded from his bed.

"I thought I'd sleep in here tonight." Ominis shrugged.

"Good luck with that, your bed has been collecting cobwebs since you haven't slept in it." Keith chimed in.

Ominis simply cast a quick cleaning charm with a roll of his eyes and his bed was as good as new.

"This isn't about the new Slytherin is it?" Nigel asked from across the room.

"No, where I was sleeping has become uncomfortable." Ominis quickly changed into his pajamas and flopped down on his freshly cleaned bed.

"Man, I'd love some alone time with her. She's gorgeous." Keith sighed and Ominis suddenly became agitated, clutching his wand tightly before setting it down on the bedside table.

"You mean Vivian?" Ominis asked, trying to remain calm. He didn't know her enough, she wasn't his girlfriend, he had no right to be jealous. Yet he was.

"Hell yeah, I understand you're blind and I'm not sure how you feel about that, but if only you could see her." Nigel chuckled.

"She's honestly the prettiest Slytherin I've ever seen. I can't get over her eyes and lips." Keith groaned and laid back on his bed. Ominis wanted to punch both of them but he restrained himself.

"It would be nice to see her, the way you two describe her, she sounds beautiful." Ominis said as he clenched his fists and laid down on his own bed and pulled the covers over his body.

"She is, Keith is over here talking about her lips, ha! It's her hips and breasts I can't stop thinking about." Nigel laughed and high fived Keith before crossing to his bed to sit on it.

"Have some decency, Nigel. Don't be a pig!" Ominis snapped, a little too aggressively.

"Woah, calm down, Ominis! She doesn't even seem to be into anyone else but you anyway." Keith snapped.

"What the hell are you talking about, Keith? It's only been a few days." Ominis fired back.

"From the moment she arrived here, she's been hanging out with you." Nigel interjected.

"Well, one, she's my potions partner. Two, she helped me brew a few potions to help me sleep, she was assisting me since my potions are awful. We are just friends, that's all." Ominis shook his head.

"So does this mean I can ask her on a date?" Keith asked with way too much enthusiasm.

"Don't ask me, it's up to Vivian. I can't speak for her." Ominis sighed heavily as he rolled over to pull a potion out of his bag.

"Hey! What if I want to ask her?" Nigel snapped.

"Yeah right!" Ominis and Keith said in unison.

Ominis had to fight back the urge to laugh, although the situation was funny, he was annoyed with both of them at the moment. Nigel was considered very handsome according to other students but his flaw was his awful personality. He was always a jerk and a bully to others and that made him unattractive. Ominis couldn't lie, he was worried about Keith. The girls always gossip about him and how good looking he is. He also had a more approachable personality compared to Nigel. Would Vivian say yes to him if he asked her out? Was it wrong for Ominis to hope she turned him down? His stomach was in knots and all he wanted to do was sleep so he could block out the two Slytherin boys.

Erebus Gaunt's POV

Erebus sat on the armchair in the corner of his bedroom as shouting continued to echo from down the hall. He sighed heavily and set his letters down on a nearby table and stood up to leave his room to see what all the commotion was. He shut his door behind him as his father's voice rang out from Marvolo's room. As Erebus crept closer, he could clearly make out his father's words, and he was livid.

"What the fuck is going on with my son!" His father shouted at an unseen being in Marvolo's bedroom.

"S-sir, l've told you, l'm not entirely sure. We've examined him and he seems to be perfectly healthy. I-I have never come across this type of situation in my line of work." Another man's voice stuttered in fear.

"Why is his hair turning white?" Hadeon growled.

"I have only heard rumors of this happening and supposedly it hasn't been scientifically proven but, this could be trauma induced Canities Subita, the sudden whitening of the hair. Has Marvolo experienced anything that could have been…permanently damaging?" The doctor asked nervously.

Their father sighed. "He lost his fiancée on their wedding day. Just this past February. She died in his arms." Their father said quietly.

"Goodness! I am so sorry for your loss, young man." The doctor genuinely sounded like he cared, unlike their father, who announced the situation like he was talking about the weather. Marvolo was completely silent as Erebus stood outside the open door and eavesdropped.

"Can he be fixed? I need him to be perfectly healthy in order to work. Will this affect his ability to perform well at his job?" Hadeon asked sternly.

"Fortunately for him, no. This may just affect his appearance since he's otherwise healthy. Nothing wrong with his body, heart, or brain, and his blood work is normal. Marvolo is in great shape, his hair may just-gradually turn white. If he can work through the trauma, it's possible it could return to the normal midnight black color he's used to." Erebus could literally hear the scowl that was probably plastered on his fathers face.

"Your positivity sickens me but I'm glad he's technically fine and able to work. You may leave now, Doctor." The authority in his dad's voice clearly spooked the poor man and he quickly left the room, almost colliding with Erebus on his way out. Erebus moved to stand in the doorway and cleared his throat to announce his presence.

"Pardon my intrusion, Father. Do you have the roster for tonight's deliveries?" Erebus asked, gaining his father's attention.

"I do. I'll get it for you as soon as I can. I'll be in my office. There are some things I need to attend to first." Hadeon said as he limped over to leave the room. Erebus moved out of his way and entered the bedroom to sit on the edge of Marvolo's bed.

"What's going on with you, Marvolo?" Erebus asked, his deep voice breaking the awkward silence in the room.

"Marie Antoinette Syndrome apparently." Marvolo responded softly as he gazed at his reflection in his mirror. His golden eyes were blank and showed absolutely no reaction to his diagnosis.

"This is about Lucia, isn't it?" Erebus watched as his brother ran his fingers through his long hair. A pure white streak stood out against the rest of his dark waves.

"It's always about Lucia. Every time I close my eyes, I relive losing her all over again, she's gone. There's nothing I can do about that." Marvolo swallowed hard with a clenched jaw.

"I know how you feel. The girl I love is gone too." Erebus sighed and Marvolo whirled around to stare daggers into his brother.

"The girl you love is not gone, she's just out of your reach! She is not dead lying in a fucking cemetery, Erebus!" Marvolo roared, his chest heaving as he finally showed some form of emotion.

"You're right. Unfortunately Vivian would never have me now after all that I have done to her. I don't even know where she is." Erebus said as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.

"You're a hunter. Track her down if you care for her so much." Marvolo snapped.

"I will...in my free time. If I ever get any." He grumbled as his brother rolled his eyes.

"When we hunt, we also do some digging. You'll find her again." Marvolo shrugged and made it sound like it was the easiest thing in the world.

"I would have to force her to be mine. She won't do it willingly, not after we killed her mother." Erebus scoffed and shook his head, a strand of hair tumbling from his slicked back look. He fixed the stray curl with a groan as Marvolo moved to stand in front of him.

"I'm the one who killed her mother, not you. I used the killing curse. Somehow Vivian managed to get away from you that night, which is still a mystery, but you will see her again. We'll make sure of it. If you have to force her to be with you and love you, so be it. I'm honestly tired of hearing you "trying" to get over her. The last one you bought home sounded like she was being murdered." Marvolo chuckled wickedly.

"She claimed that she could handle being fucked and clearly she could not. It was a very frustrating night. I used a memory charm and sent her on her way." Erebus sighed.

"Better than killing her like you have to some of the others." His brother said with a smirk.

"Those girls were accidents. I only ever killed one willingly because she was standing over me with a knife!" Erebus scowled.

"Doesn't really matter to me anyway. I sleep around too and murder just because. Anything to try and fill the void Lucia left behind, so in some ways, I understand why you do it. You don't have to get over Vivian though, I'll help you find her." Marvolo said as he crossed to his bedroom door. Erebus stood to leave the room with his brother, staring at Marvolo with a puzzled expression.

"Why would you help me?" He said and crossed his big arms over his chest.

"Because I owe you for being the one who killed Vivian's mom." Marvolo said nonchalantly as their father called for them from down the hall.

"Time to work. Let's see what he has for us.” Erebus smirked.

The brothers crossed the threshold to their father’s office. Even though it was the middle of the day, his space was shrouded in darkness and looming shadows. His golden gaze bore into his sons as he sat in his high back chair and frowned. They both took a seat in the armchairs that were situated in front of Hadeon's desk. The old man sighed and pulled out his roster from a locked drawer.

"The deliveries will go as planned, Erebus. Here is the list of muggles and their buyers. I expect each one to be completed swiftly and without any issues. Now, onto a slightly bigger problem. There has been a wizard by the name of Fletcher, that is trying to stir up an uprising, claiming that he can gain enough power to bring me down. Here's the thing—the fucker is a coward—hiding behind a group of witches and wizards he has working for him. I need you both to spy on, track down, and torture his little posé until you can find his true whereabouts. Once you have done that, bring him to me alive. I want to be the one to finish the job. Understand?" Hadeon asked them sternly.

"Understood Father." The brothers said in unison.

"I heard that a few of his lackeys have been spotted hanging around Hogsmeade. Start there, see what you can find out. You're dismissed. I know the both of you will get this job done. Do not disappoint me." Hadeon said with a clenched jaw.

Erebus noticed that their father had been behaving differently. He always walked with a limp due to his deformity of having one leg that was longer than the other but now it seemed like their father was in constant pain. He would try to hide his winces and hissed in breaths but Erebus was overly observant. He could tell that something was wrong. Inbreeding may have affected his father’s body but the man was still an imposing threat. No one should underestimate him. Since his father was trying his best to cover it up, he wouldn't ask him what was going on, he knew the old man would be furious if someone noticed that anything was off.

Marvolo stood to leave when suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the door. Their mother poked her blonde head into the room with a small smile.

"Just coming up to let you boys know that lunch is ready." She said softly before opening the door all the way.

"Thank you, Darling. We'll be down in a minute." Hadeon responded as he stood from his desk and limped over to his wife to kiss her forehead. Marvolo was right behind him as they exited into the hallway. Erebus stood to leave but his mother walked into the office and closed the door.

"May I have a word?" She asked with that same small smile that never truly reached her mismatched eyes, another result of inbreeding on her side of the family.

"You closed the door. So apparently you can, Mother." Erebus sighed as Lorelei stood in front of him.

He wasn't fond of his mom and it was clear for anyone to see. Their relationship was very strained ever since the witch gave him the scar over his left eye, leaving his face marred and his iris resembling that of a snake. Erebus had overheard a conversation he shouldn't have and she punished him for it at the age of twelve. Not only was she mentally and physically abusive, she also picked favorites out of her boys, which is probably why she stopped him to talk.

"I overheard that you boys will be taking a trip to Hogsmeade. I have a favor to ask. Could you check on your brother? I just want to make sure Ominis is alright." She clasped her hands together in front of her body and sighed heavily.

Of course, it all circled back to Ominis, her golden child that she spoiled rotten. Erebus couldn't stand his little brother and he did not hesitate to show his disdain for the young man. Not because his mother seemed to baby and favor the blind boy but because of her parental smothering turning Ominis into a whining coward. Erebus did believe that his brother had potential, if he wasn't so terrified and repulsed by the dark arts.

"Why even bother, Mother? It's clear that he wants nothing to do with us. You worry about him too much." Erebus sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Erebus, he is still your brother and my son, nothing will change that. You may hate him but try to see things in my perspective. I'm a mother who is concerned about her child." She tried her best to sound like she cared but it came across as just being nosy.

"Concerned? Where was your concern when Father tortured us throughout our lives? When we were forced to fight one another to see who came out on top? The best of your children. Where was your fucking concern when you mangled my face? You claim that you care but I do not believe it! It doesn't matter anyway, he refuses to speak to any of us. He took his share of the money and left! Let him go, Mother." Erebus said through gritted teeth.

"Our treatment of you boys made you stronger. We prepared you for a world that is not kind, Erebus. You are not weak like Ominis, he is so naive to what is really out there. He can not handle the harshness of the world the way you and Marvolo can. You don't have to write to him or even approach him. I'm hoping that you may just...see him. He used to go to Honeydukes quite often. Perhaps you'll run into him there." She looked at him with hope in her eyes and it made him feel sick.

"Fine. Don't look so hopeful, Mother. I may not even come across him."

"If you don't, then it wasn't meant to be. I do have a question for you though. Do you still have feelings for that girl you were looking for?" She took a step closer and tilted her head at him.

"That girl's name is Vivian. Yes, I still have feelings for her. That hasn't changed. I stopped pursuing her after Marvolo killed her mother. I won't lie. I'd love to find her but...she doesn't want me. She won't have me." He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Erebus, you usually take what you want. Why is this girl suddenly different?" His mother placed her hands on her hips and shook her head at him.

"She was the first girl that didn't see me as a monster. Not until I took things too far and ruined her life. I took her for granted and destroyed our relationship. I take what I want? I took her sense of security, I took her family, I took her trust in me and twisted it into something it wasn't. All of this happened and yet...I still long for her, I still dream of her, I will always love her." He felt his anger and frustration building as he clenched his hands into fists.

"If you somehow find out how your brother is doing, I may pull some strings with the Ministry and see if l can find some information on Vivian. Would you want that?" His mother asked.

"More than anything. I have her letters, I read them repeatedly, they make me realize how badly I ruined things. I know this is mainly to find out how Ominis is but...why would you help me? You haven't before. First Marvolo, now you, what is going on?" He scowled.

"I didn't know your brother offered his help. As for me, maybe it might make up for the scar I gave you and everything I've put you through. I'm not the best mother. I know that. I do want my boys to be happy though, believe it or not." She said and it almost sounded sincere.

"I'll see what I can do about Ominis." He sighed with a shrug.

"I'll see what I can find out about your girl." His mother slightly smirked. "Let's go have lunch." She moved to open the door again and Erebus let her leave the room first.

After a bland and abysmal meal with his family, Erebus retreated back to the armchair in front of the fireplace in his room. He released a long and drawn out sigh while pinching the bridge of his nose as he picked up the letters on his end table once more. He caressed the broken wax seal with his thumb before pulling the parchment out of the textured envelope. Inside was one of his letters from Vivian. The letters started out simple and almost hesitant. She just wanted to take part in her mother's pen pal program. It was meant to reach out and try to help troubled youth and he sure was troubled. She was very kind and chatty, she had no idea what she was walking into. He hated that he had lied to her, he even gave her a fake name, but he had to so she wouldn't learn too much about him. When he slowly started to divulge and open up to her, she accepted him, she believed that everyone deserves a second chance.

Then things got more intense, her kind words and open heart made him grow more attached to her, he couldn't help but fall for her. Letter after letter, his desire for this sweet young woman intensified. He started to get a little flirty, which she quickly refused and that only frustrated him. It wasn't enough to be her pen pal, it wasn't enough to just be friends with her, he needed and wanted more from her. He needed her to love him. He was persistent in his letters which eventually scared her off. She just wanted to be friends and he wasn't having that, he wasn't satisfied with just that.

She had trusted him too much in the beginning. She was even foolish enough to give him her address, he had given the address of a man who was dead, one of his targets actually. The letters couldn't be traced back to him, but he could find her and find her he did. He started stalking her, following her wherever she went, except when she was safely inside school. He scared her when he first approached her, Showing up outside of Beauxbatons one weekend. He tried his best to be sweet but she had her guard up. He just wanted to see her, be near her, possibly even hold her if she would let him. She did not. Even worse, she told him about her boyfriend, someone he had to get rid of quickly. The exchange lasted for only a moment but she wasn't happy to see him.

He found her so-called lover and made sure the prick knew his place, which was as far away from Vivian as possible. The guy clearly got the message because he broke up with her the next day. Vivian had sent him another letter accusing him of having something to do with her breakup but he denied it claiming that he hadn't gone back to the school since his first visit. She didn't believe him and blatantly demanded that he leave her alone and stop writing to her.

He was not going to allow that. He kept writing to her, even though she ignored him, until one night when she couldn't turn him away. It was days after her birthday and he was on a hunt near Paris that went horribly wrong. He ended up badly injured and found himself outside of her house. He threw rocks up at her window, as best as he could, until she snuck outside to let him in. She was furious that he had the nerve to show up there but quickly caved and changed her mind when she saw the condition he was in. They crept up to her room so they wouldn't wake her parents and Vivian did everything she could to help heal and treat his wounds. There was an awkward silence between the two of them but he couldn't take his eyes off of her while she worked. She didn't ask questions and took pity on him that night, even allowing him to stay until dawn. She offered him a place to sleep on the couch in her bedroom while she took her bed.

He knew he took things way too far that night by ignoring her wishes and giving into his twisted urges. He waited until she was sound asleep, curled up on her bed, nestled in her blankets before he crawled onto the bed with her well after two in the morning. He pulled her in as close as he possibly could but they didn't quite fit. He loved that she had generous curves to hold and caress but she was still so small compared to him. He was well over six feet tall and all hard muscle. Vivian was barely five foot five and his frame completely swallowed hers.

That night should have ended so differently but instead it ended in disaster. He remembered how his hands leisurely roamed her body as she slept beside him. How soft her skin was under his fingertips, the supple flesh of her breasts being kneaded by his hands, her scent washing over him as he trailed his lips from her neck down to her shoulder. He did his best to wrap his arms around her without waking her so he could press his body against hers. She stirred and groaned but didn't wake up, which he was thankful for. He could have easily spelled her, the Imperius curse was very tempting, but he didn't want Vivian to be mindless. He needed her to feel as deeply as he did. To experience every detail, every sensation, each second of every moment—she was his craving. He tried to deny it, he wanted to fight it, but he couldn't help himself when it came to her. He slowly began to thrust his hips against her arse and stifled a moan that was on the verge of escaping his lips. He was losing himself as he ground his pelvis against her backside, wishing that he was buried in her tight heat. He kissed her neck and explored her body, lifting her nightdress up to expose her underwear. He was just about to slip his hand inside the waistband of her knickers when she abruptly woke up and screamed. He tried to calm her down but it was too late, she felt betrayed. Her little fists pounded into him and he could hear her parents storming down the hall towards her room so he fled, escaping out the window as Vivian cried on her bed.

The final nail in the coffin was when he decided to just...take her. He knew she didn't love him but maybe she could learn to, especially if it was the only choice she had. He showed up one night during a hunt. He figured, if he could chase after and catch muggles, he could do the same with Vivian. He lost it and snapped, his obsession getting the better of him. Marvolo was with him that night and all hell broke loose. He wasn't expecting Vivian to put up as much of a fight as she did. He completely underestimated her and her magical ability. She fought back and her mother ran out of the house to save her daughter. Erebus nor his brother were thinking clearly that night. Vivian's mother screamed for her to run and Vivian obeyed, fleeing from him. Amidst all the chaos, Marvolo cast the killing curse, murdering her mother in the dead of night. Erebus was too slow to stop him and by the time he turned around to seek out Vivian, she was gone.

After that horrific night, Erebus never saw her again. He laid low for weeks and when he had the opportunity to return to her home, the place was cleared out and she was nowhere to be found. He didn't know if she had any other family besides her parents that she could live with or if the Ministry was protecting her after her mother's death. Was he a fool to hope to see her again? He didn't know, but he hated the idea of just giving up. No, he would surprisingly listen to Marvolo, he would find her again and this time she'll be his... he'll make sure of it.

A/N: Before you attack me for killing my beloved Lucia, DO NOT WORRY, I am working on an alternate storyline where she is indeed alive and well. Her death was an important part of this story and is the reason Marvolo descends into madness. It unfortunately had to happen. It's all going to get intense from here.

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"Odysseus Gaunt will belong to Hiram Gaunt. Odysseus Carrow has to belong to himself or he'll vanish."

-Odysseus Carrow

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Alecto Carrow (1958 - 2020)

Amycus Carrow (1958 - 2020)

Victoria Rookwood (1959 - 2023)

Melissa Carrow (1982 - )

Aspásia Carrow (1983 - )

Alecto and Amycus were twins, Alecto was born 5 minutes earlier, although they both served Voldemort in the first war, they were only marked during the second wizarding war and that was the only reason they escaped Askaban at the first time.

Amycus married after the fall of Voldemort and had two daughters.

Alecto never married becoming a renowned dualist, having won several competitions on behalf of Great Britain, although she was excellent she still could not compare to Bellatrix who had been trained by the Dark Lord himself.

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A Carrows Murder (The Carrows Family Chronicles, Book 10) by Annabelle Lewis | #BookReview #Standalone @iReadBooksTours @ALewisAuthor @AnnabelleLewisAuthor

Lewis skillfully balances a fast-paced, twisty plot with moments of levity & deep emotional resonance. The Carrows’ attempt to heal their friend’s broken heart leads to an unpredictable & gripping tale that keeps readers hooked from the first page to the last. With its rich characters and unexpected turns, A Carrows Murder stands as a delightful and thrilling addition to the series—a must-read for both fans and newcomers alike. A Carrows Murder (The Carrows Family Chronicles, Book 10) by Annabelle Lewis | #BookReview #Standalone @iReadBooksTours @ALewisAuthor @AnnabelleLewisAuthor

A Carrows Murder (The Carrows Family Chronicles, Book 10) by Annabelle Lewis | #BookReview #Standalone @iReadBooksTours @ALewisAuthor @AnnabelleLewisAuthor A book blog tour from iRead Book Tours. Thank you to the author, publisher, & Lauren at iRead for providing me with the information for this tour. A Note from Annabelle Lewis: Welcome to the latest installment of The Carrows Family…

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A Carrows Murder

Title: A Carrows Murder (Carrows Family Chronicles #10) Author:  Aannabelle Lewis Demographic: Adult Genre: Mystery, Crime, Romance, Humour Synopsis: A Crafty Plan. A Healing Sojourn. A Deadly Twister. Royal Dutton, close friend and stylist for Charles and Angelica Carrows, has a broken heart and he’s falling to bits. Disturbed by Royal’s escalating depression and dangerous choices, the…

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Dark Cacao: the four of us are going on a family outing

Carrow: but there’s still a slot left

Dark Cacao: yes

Carrow: can

Dark Cacao:

Carrow: can I bring my girlfriend

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who else is up having carrow twins brainrot

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Poly!Marauders x Disabled!Reader Series Masterlist

Note: if it's on the list and not linked, that's because it's written and queued. I will not list stories that haven't been queued, and I have the queue set for twice a day, 6pm and 8pm BST. Smut is marked with an * | Up to date as of 20/10/2024

Pre-Poly

When Sirius Fell In Love - Sirius realises he's falling for you.

Hopeless - James is a total goner. And he knows Sirius and Remus are interested too.

The Last One To Know - It's not until he's holding your hand in a muggle hospital that Remus realises he's in love with you.

An Accidental Kiss - Remus kisses you in his sleep. And it breaks your heart.

Main Series

The Beginning (all) - The boys have something to discuss with you.

First Kisses (all) - Your first kiss with each boy.

Bad Influence (James) - A little make-out session with James is the perfect end to the school day.

Secrets Revealed (all) - Sometimes it's easier to walk. One problem-your boyfriends don't know you can.

Craving You (Sirius) - Sirius Black is a tease and he knows it.

To Be Human (James) - James can be a perfectionist, which is alright some of the time but you know full well that this isn't one of those times.

After The Moon (all) - It's the first full moon since beginning your relationship.

Being With You (Remus) - Sometimes, you just need an evening cuddled up with Remus.

Control (all) - While spending a quiet night with your boys, Remus finds something he wasn't supposed to find.

Fraud (all) - Amycus Carrow wants to prove that you can walk.

Here For You (all) - It's a bad day, a really bad day. And your boys have no intention of leaving you to suffer alone.

Honest Conversations (all) - The boys want to talk about sex.

The First Time (all)* - It's in the name.

Disappointed (all) - You're struggling after your first time. Your boys know better.

Battered and Bruised (James) - James comes to see you after quidditch practice.

All Night Long (all) - The boys spend the night with you in your room.

Muggle Pills (all) - The boys learn what your pills do.

Oversensitive (all) - Your body sometimes overreacts to touch, telling you it hurts when it doesn't. So when it happens while Sirius is kissing you, you ignore it. This doesn't go over too well.

Just a Bath (Sirius)* - Sirius wants to take a bath with you.

Blanket Forts (all) - It's been a bad day, but when you return to your room, your boys are waiting.

Still Beautiful (James) - James sees something you don't want him to see.

Let Them Watch (all)* - You have a plan and you won't let the boys distract you

The Plan (all)* - It's the boys' turn to enact their plan.

Deserving (Sirius) - Sirius gets a letter from home.

People Will Talk (all) - News of your relationship gets out.

On Top (James)* - You wake up with James one morning.

Let Me Help (Remus) - The full moon is coming and Remus needs some help with the pain.

Rubber Chickens (all) - The boys want to pull a prank.

To Walk In (Remus)* - Remus learns something about you that you'd hoped none of the boys would ever learn. And then, he proves it doesn't change anything. | Part 2 | Part 3 (all)

The Massage (all) - The boys try and help you on a bad day.

The Letters (Remus) - You and Remus decide to write home and tell your families about your relationship | Part 2 (all)

The Fall (all) - You have a fall. It doesn't go over well. | Part 2

Good Morning (all)* - Remus wakes up turned on and sets the others off.

The Breaking Point (all) - Sirius's parents find out about you.

Hogsmeade (all) - It's the first Hogsmeade weekend of the year.

Girl Talk (all) - The girls want details. You're not giving them any.

Pumpkins (all) - The boys plan another prank.

Learning (all) - The boys get an education on your seizures.

Jealous (all) - Sirius sometimes feels a bit jealous that Remus knows more about your conditions than he or James do. He finally admits it.

Winter is Coming (all) - Winter is hell on you. The boys are only just realising how bad it can be.

Medicine (all) - You told the boys you'd been waiting on medicine from home. You just didn't tell them what it is.

The Brownies (James and Sirius) - You let James and Sirius try your brownies.

Alone (all) - The quidditch stands are inaccessible, and parties in the common room are a nightmare for you, so you sit in your room, waiting for it to be over.

Shaking Things Up (all) - Your mum sent you a t-shirt.

Talking About It (Remus) - You talk about the kiss | refers to An Accidental Kiss

The Flu (all) - You get the flu. But for someone with your immune system, the flu is never just the flu. | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Let Us Help (all) - You're trying to ignore your symptoms. Remus is having none of it.

Stoned (all) - It's the first day of snow. You're going to need some help to get through classes.

Stupid Ideas (all) - Sirius wants to ride around on your lap.

Not Subtle (all) - Sirius is a bit submissive at times. He has no idea.

Determined (all)* - Sirius really wants to make you cum.

The Connection Spell (all) - Sirius finds a spell that would allow the boys to feel all of your symptoms. | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

James's Turn (all)* - Remus and Sirius have been able to make you cum. It's James's turn.

Falling In Style (Sirius) - Sirius finds you laughing after you fall out of your wheelchair.

Rest (James) - James takes care of you when you've overdone it.

Bruises (all) - Sirius notices a bruise. You hadn't known it was there.

Moving In (all) - You realise that the boys have accidentally moved their things into your accessible bedroom off the common room.

Limp (all) - You have your first atonic seizure in front of the boys.

The Joys Of Hypermobile Joints (all) - Dislocations aren't new for you, but they are for the boys.

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If It Serves You.

(Headmaster!Severus Snape x Reader)

Cw: Non/Dubcon + Aftermath, Afab Reader, Dark-ish Snape, Unprotected Sex, Powerplay, Sex as Bargaining, Facefucking, Crying, Fingering, Creampie, Begging, Degradation (use of slut) and Praise, Reader calls Snape ‘Headmaster,’ Former Student Reader, Mentions of Torture/Child Abuse, Denial of Feelings.

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Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: As a professor of Hogwarts, your past ambitions, your fragile hope and unrelenting diligence have all led to nothing. Now, you are powerless beneath the rising force of He Who Must Not Be Named and his army of Death Eaters. The only thing left you have to give is your pride; your weak and vulnerable body.

Or, you beg the new headmaster to show mercy to your students in exchange for sexual favours.

Dividers by @/saradika

Of course, there was no pressing need to check and recheck the potions’ storage. Certainly no need to catalogue it twice. You did almost it out of instinct, or force of habit. Yes, It’s healthy to maintain a routine, including routine inspections, just like- just like-

“Professor ___,” comes a gruff voice from behind. In your nervous state, you imagine it is a Carrow, and freeze in panic. “Why are you here?”

You whirl around. No. It’s Professor Slughorn.

“Oh,” you straighten your robes. “Horace. I was just taking inventory.”

“Were you? I’m perfectly capable of doing it myself.” He says brusquely.

“Of course, of course you can.”

Your voice carries the same placid, appealing tone with which you’ve used to calm your pupils. You wince at the sound of it. Then, his expression loosens. Not immediately, but little by little, settling into the creases and wrinkles of stress and age. His walrus moustache droops into a familiar frown.

“I’m… I’m very sorry, ___,” he says. “Whenever I leave my storage unattended for too long, I take this terrible notion that some very bright and brilliant student is going to brew a polyjuice potion. Heh.”

His laughter rings rather hollow.

“Yes, those were my thoughts exactly,” you concede, heaving a sigh. “It would be so simple. Not for all of them, but some of our best could do it. And then they would make a reckless attempt at escaping, or even try to impersonate one of those Death…”

You stop yourself, and peer carefully into his face.

You’ve noticed how Horace has visibly deflated, how he has lost his colour over the past few months. How could you not? You would never accuse the Slug of being slovenly, but you’re well aware that beneath all the powder his eye-bags are as sunken as yours.

“It is unfortunate that one of my… One of our best…” It seems that he cannot finish his sentence. Nonetheless, you know who she is.

“It’s a very unfortunate thing,” Professor Slughorn mutters idly. “Very unfortunate…”

He’s fiddling with a ring on one liver-spotted finger. His lips purse periodically, as if a throb in his temple is threatening to burst.

“Horace, It’ll all be alright,” you try to reassure him, knowing you cannot guarantee this.

The only response you receive is a distant nod. He does not stop fussing over his ring. Then, he turns abruptly stony again:

“Well, then,” he says. “You’d best be on your way.”

He dismisses you as curtly as he would a student, but you don’t protest. You know that when you leave, he will pacify his anxiety with a sleeping draught.

As you exit the dungeon and traverse the silent halls, the early winter chill rattles straight through your bones. It seems that Hogwarts grows colder each passing day; colder and emptier. Even when teaching, your classroom is as quiet as death.

Alchemy has never been a popular elective, and now you are down to very few students. Some had also disappeared completely over the Summer, mostly those without Pureblood status or families to support them… You try not to ponder too deeply on it. For their sake - and perhaps also for your own - you keep it together.

Yes. You must stay stubborn and strong. Especially considering what you are about to do now.

You shiver in your thin robes outside of the Headmaster’s office. The griffin sentinel glares haughtily down at you, and for a second you fancy it alive, judging you guilty for some crime. Thinking this, You glance this way and that, wary of onlookers. 

But all of the students are asleep; or at least, they should be. Most of your coworkers have also retired for the evening. You here stand alone. 

You take a deep, shuddering breath. 

“Sugar Quill.” Your voice echoes eerily. 

The griffin does not budge. The new headmaster has changed the password, of course. You suspected as much, but it was still worth attempting.  

“Amortentia,” you try next. No response. 

You shift, acutely aware of how ridiculous you must appear; a Hogwarts professor stumped by a statue. 

“Polyjuice. Veritaserum. Bezoar… Asphodel.” 

Nothing. 

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake,” you huff, already spiked with tight, uneasy tension. “It was so much easier when Dumbledore…”

A low, heavy rumble breaks your train of thought as the spiral staircase emerges. You quickly mount it and climb upwards, boots clattering on the rising stone. It gives way to a large study lined with bookshelves.

You’ve made it into Dumbledore’s office. 

Except it is no longer his. You must remind yourself of this fact often, and each time it stings, like a tiny pricking thorn ingrown into the heart. The study is far draughtier than you remember; devoid and bereft in the absence of Fawkes.

No, Albus is not here. Instead, what scowls over at you from behind the Headmaster’s desk is the unmistakable face of Severus Snape, and he does not appear pleased to see you.

“Kindly inform me why you are in my office.” His voice is slow and measured, but you can sense the venom lurking underneath. 

“I don’t remember ever giving you the password,” he continues, alighting from his chair. “Or have you picked up that nasty eavesdropping habit from one of our pupils?” 

He spat that last word as if it was a curse. 

“No, Severus,” you say quickly. “I guessed it.” 

Severus. Or Professor Snape. But now…

You think you catch him pale ever-so-slightly, or perhaps that is the dim lighting of the room, casting dark, creeping shadows across the floor. While there has never been a cordiality or warmth to your relationship, you recognise that you have been spared the worst of his barbed hostility.

Before now, that is; now, the distance between you is far too great. 

“Did you now?” He sneers.

In response, you draw up, mindful not to appear challenging as you tip your chin. 

“I’m here because I have a proposition for you,” you announce clearly. “I hoped you would be reasonable and hear me out.” 

Snape’s eyes narrow icily and suddenly you are in his Potions class again, overseen with strict authority. One wrong move, and the concoction will spoil and poison you. His black robes billow as he approaches, expanding like the hood of a cobra. 

“There is nothing you could possibly offer me,” he says, folding one shrouded arm over another. “And so there is nothing to discuss. Leave.” 

Your nerves are strung so tight, you can’t help but object: “The Carrows are far too cruel in their methods! Too brutal. The students-” 

“Are very fortunate to have been granted mercy by the Dark Lord,” Snape interrupts, and you swallow thickly. Of course, you could not have forgotten the festering dark mark that now itches underneath his robes, writhing and serpentine.

“But it isn’t enough,” you say, throat sandpaper dry. A rush of urgency floods your system. Now. It needs to be now, before you lose your courage. 

(A gash on the cheek, a row of dark-purplish bruises and welts, a swollen eye, whippings and burns, scars from chains, all so frightened, but brave still.)

“If you agree to grant my students your protection,” your voice falters. “I will give… Myself to you.”

The silence that follows is agonising. His expression is indecipherable; taut and stiff. You’re beginning to think that maybe you weren’t transparent enough. 

Your trembling hands drift towards your top buttons, and you start to undo them bit by bit. 

“Stop,” Snape orders. 

At this, you freeze. Your heart plummets starkly into your intestines. Oh. You hadn’t even considered that he would - or could - reject your offer. You fear you may have tipped the bubbling cauldron over and left it melting through the carpet. As you linger numbly, Snape’s tongue darts between his lips. Light flashes behind his stern black eyes. 

Perhaps he’s considering it, perhaps… 

“Come here,” he says sharply. You obey. 

Shuddering in the winter chill, you watch the slow bob of his Adam’s apple, the twitch of his lids as his gaze dips steadily downward… Snape’s forefinger comes to brush the fabric from your shoulder, his knuckle grazing your collarbone, and your pulse quickens anew. 

“I’ll do anything,” you plead. “Please, Severus.” 

“You will refer to me as ‘Headmaster,’” he corrects.

“Headmaster…” 

You suck in a shaky breath. Standing this close to him, you can make out the lilac rims of his sunken eyes and the worry lines on his forehead. 

He’s tired… The thought springs to mind, unbidden. 

The hand that tends to the rest of your buttons is not rough, but the coldness of his touch makes you flinch. Snape pulls down your outer robes in one swift motion, and you can’t help but gasp. Your nipples perk from the chill, skin prickled with goosebumps. Underwear was unnecessary, and though you knew that from the start, you are stripped so quickly it still leaves you cringing. He moves to fondle your breasts, and your breathing shallows. You stare desperately towards the floor, towards some old, faded tea stain.

“Fall on your knees, ___,” he tells you. 

You kneel quickly in front of him, and he moves to cup the nape of your neck. You don’t need to be instructed; you do your best to steady your hands and unfasten the button over his crotch. You nudge out his dick, and see that he’s already half-hard. 

Before he changes his mind, you spit into your palm and use it as lubricant as you get to work jerking him off. You can feel him watching you, silent and still. This situation is completely wrong, all wrong, but the awkwardness of it is almost juvenile. 

“___,” he calls above you. You stiffen. You know that cautionary tone. “If you have enough cheek to wag your tongue at me, you can also use it for this.” 

You nod faintly, licking your lips. Of course, you should have prepared for this, too, but you have barely even steeled your nerves. Hesitant, you lean forward and run your tongue along the shaft, tracing a vein. Your movements are practically mechanical; dispensing small, kitten licks over the tip, continuing to stroke him. This is now a kind of out-of-body experience for you, the sort of bizarre circumstance you can only encounter in a very strange dream. 

But then, Snape decides your next course of action for you, clutching your jaw and muffling your whimpers as he sinks into your mouth. 

A teardrop falls softly onto your chest, and it only occurs to you now that you’re crying. You gag out a sob as the tip of Snape’s cock hits the back of your throat, unable to prevent loose spit from dribbling down your chin. Above you, his breath hitches. 

“Open your eyes,” he demands. 

You didn’t know you had closed them; squeezed them tightly shut. You peek up at his pale face. 

His pupils are blown wide, almost entirely black. Snape forbids you to keep eye-contact with a firm grip over your head, and you gag again as he rocks his hips. You clutch his thighs for purchase while he fucks your face, tears streaming down your cheeks. For distraction, you try to focus on him, and his pleasure-stricken expression lulls you in like hypnosis; the tightness of his lips, his dark brows slightly furrowed, the minute twitches in his jaw. 

Snape’s thrusts begin to stutter, but he tightens his hold on you and forces you to take all of him. He drags in a sharp intake of breath, and warm, slightly bitter cum pools onto your tongue. 

“Swallow it. All of it.” 

You gasp for air, gulping it down hastily. 

“You'll be getting used to the taste of me. Stand.” 

Snape urges you up and steers you over to his table. Before you can blink, you’re whirled around and caged against his desk. The edge of it cuts harshly into your naked thighs, and you yelp. You can feel his long black hair sweep over your neck, a sensation that is almost ticklish. Snape yanks down your robes and they fall limply around your boots. Now, you are truly exposed, shivering and naked. The only source of warmth is his body heat pressed into your back, the starched, dark fabric of his clothing. 

His cool hand dips around and feels down your stomach, and your breath hitches as Snape unexpectedly plunges several fingers into your pussy. You shock yourself with how slick you are, mortified at the way he tsks behind you:

“Little slut. Is this what you’ve always wanted?” Snape hisses into your ear, spreading the pads of his fingertips over your labia, teasing your clit. 

“Yes!” You choke out. 

“Yes, Headmaster,” he pinches your clit warningly and it feels like an electric shock. 

“Yes, yes Headmast- ah…!” 

He starts to rub in rough, merciless circles, and you immediately try to stifle a cry against your wrist. Snape rips it impatiently from you. 

“Don’t even try to deny it. I can feel how wet you are.” 

It’s surely not the truth. Surely, you tell yourself... 

One long, deft forefinger slips into your slit and pumps steadily in and out. You let out a soft moan, unable to resist the quivering thrill that coils in your abdomen. You didn’t realise he would even try to prep you, and, against your will, you feel some of your fear dissipate. 

“You think I didn’t notice, did you?” He scoffs. “Always so desperate for my attention, always clamouring for a better grade.” 

Memories of your seventh year at Hogwarts resurface and spiral dizzily in your head. The newest, youngest professor, but strict and competent, and— 

Dark, sweeping cloak, black hair, black eyes… 

I even once wished I could brush away the strands…  

Then he retracts his fingers, slowly, torturously, You hate how you yearn for his touch in its absence, how you crave the buzz to smother your discomfort. 

Snape bends you cleanly over the polished table, your still damp breasts pressing into the hardwood. He traces a long, thin finger down your back, tracing languidly across your spine; you could almost believe his touch is tender. Almost. Instinctively, you try to turn your head to face him, but he denies you with a firm hand gripping the base of your neck. You whimper as he lathers cold precum on your thighs, positioning his straining dick over your entrance:

“…Or was it praise you were hoping for?” His voice is low and subdued. Snape’s breath fans over you, and for a moment you falter.

No, of course you don’t expect— 

No, not from Professor Snape. Only your best was acceptable. To elicit a nod of approval, or even a commending glance, you couldn’t possibly hope—

“Headmaster, I— I only ever wanted you to…” 

“Beg for it,” his tone sharpens again. 

Snape slips the tip of his cock inside your folds. But then, he stops, and does not move. You are trapped between his desk and him, left pitiful and squirming. 

“Headmaster,” you say weakly. “Please.” 

“Please what, ___?” 

You grit your teeth, still bristling at the indignity of it all. But you know that, whether he’s enjoying himself or not, Snape has the patience to wait this out. 

“Please, fuck me!” you plead.

You gasp as he grips your thighs and slides himself in further with a lewd, wet sound. Your walls stretch around him as you adjust to his length. He groans softly and rolls his hips, sinking deeper into your cunt, until you’re utterly full of him.

Despite it all, it feels sinfully good, but his movements are so sluggish that you can’t help but whine pathetically into the wooden table. 

“And what exactly is it that you’ve always wanted?” 

What I always wanted, when I was in Potions class… 

“For you to p-praise me, Headmaster.” 

In an instant, you realise this is true. Deep down, you have always hoped for his sole attention… And now he’s invading that dark, primordial world in between, spurring on those secret and forbidden desires you should never have conceived. 

Snape slowly pulls out, dragging every inch of his cock, and then snaps his hips back in, briefly hitting that sweet, sensitive spot that has you seeing stars. 

“Please!” You add, letting out a shrill moan. 

“And do you? Do you want this…?” 

He mutters so quietly, it almost sounds like he’s begging you. Snape’s pace is set now, rocking powerfully into you as you fill the air with loud, desperate whimpers. 

“I do!” You breathe, mind-numbingly uncertain. 

But it doesn’t matter anymore if you want it or not; the sensation is so overbearing and so ruthless, unforgiving and unfair, just like him. You’re barely cognizant of the arms that curl around your naked waist, almost embracing you, until they provide cushioning against the sharp desk. 

“You take me so well,” he murmurs, “So well.” 

Your head spins, threatening to give up on you completely. You could never have predicted such a drastic change in demeanour. The way he’s treating you now is so different from his earlier cruelty; his affectionate caresses might be almost loving. 

“So tight, so good for me…” He groans again, heavily, and the vibrations thrill up your spine as he spears you on his dick. “You’re doing perfectly.” 

He kneads the soft flesh of your thighs, sighing blissfully. You can feel the spiking thrum of Snape’s heartbeat, the soft touch of his lips on your neck, kissing reverently over your shoulder blade. You wish you could just see the expression on his face, if you could only see Severus for one moment…

“Headmaster,” you pant, craning your head. 

“Don’t,” he says hurriedly. “Don’t look at me.” 

Snape doesn’t relent, forcing you firmly in place with a hard squeeze on your shoulder. There’s something thick and vulnerable in his voice that you can’t place, but all you can respond with is a needy cry as he speeds up, angling his thrusts just right. You can feel the familiar shock of pleasure coiling up in your belly now, surging from how deep he reaches. 

“I’m the only one who can fuck you like this, aren’t I?” He snaps without warning, bursting with emotion again. You can only nod frantically in response.

“Yes, yes, Headmaster!” You sob, your eyes stinging with tears again.

Snape’s movements only grow stronger, his breathing heavier and huskier. His fingernails are digging small, half-moon indents into your skin. You don’t try to stifle the wanton moans that spill from your lips anymore, clawing for purchase at the wood. 

“___… When you cum, you cum for me.” 

Uncontrollably, you arch into the table. Your leg is cramping up from the exertion, muscles pulled taut, and you’re going to, you’re going to—

Your orgasm drowns the rest of your thoughts in static, white, hot bliss that smothers you. Snape shudders and moans as he buries himself to the hilt, pumping you full of his seed. His black cloak sweeps over you as he pulls out, far too soon, leaving you quivering and dripping with his cum.

The last, mangled strands of lucidity swim hazily in your mind. It takes a moment for you to remember why you were here at all.

After a few seconds, he releases you from the confines of his desk without a word. You bend down and hoist the ring of fabric up past your hips again, though your skin is sticky and damp. After a deep, shaky breath, you dare to glance at Snape. 

There’s a thin sheet of sweat beading his forehead. Snape helps you pull your robes over your shoulders. He silently fastens your buttons back up again for you, and his touch is surprisingly gentle. You don’t rebuff him. Your hands are trembling enough as it is. 

“Promise me that you’ll…” You halt.

Your vision is still blurry, but you could swear he looks like the old Severus. Not the figurehead or the professor, but the man. The Severus you once knew. 

There’s a strange look in his eyes that you don’t understand, and maybe you never will. 

You’re so dead tired you can barely drag your feet back to the staff’s living quarters. You wake Minerva— or, no, she is already occupied by her usual routine of restless pacing, tugging at her tartan dressing-gown. While she does interrogate you a bit crossly, you can tell she empathises with your ‘insomnia.’

After that you gulp down a contraceptive and stumble into bed, boneless and weary. You don’t cry at all, though you feel that you probably should.

In a way, you’re glad that Minerva doesn’t appear concerned or worried for you. That means she hasn’t found out. There was a persistent paranoia in the back of your mind that she had, that Minerva had seen or heard or sensed it somehow.

You wonder if she’d feel disgusted, or if she would simply pity you. Maybe that would be worse.

You flick your wand and flush out the light.

No. No one needs to know what you’ve done.

A month passes. The grip of winter releases its hold, and spring emerges in its wake, fresh and pure. It’s as if you can finally breathe again.

You hope that you do not imagine the way your student’s faces regain some semblance of warmth. You hope you do not imagine the unmarred bodies, mercifully free from wounds. You also hope that it is not their own schemes or plans that embolden them.

They should leave those matters to you.

Somehow, it feels like the nightmare is almost over. But not yet. Not yet. You still await your orders, and nurse lofty dreams of freedom in your heart.

When night falls, you strip off your underclothes and climb the spiral staircase once more. It is not excitement that tightens your chest, but it is also not dread. Perhaps something else you also do not understand, and cannot afford to think of now.

Headmaster Snape is standing by his desk. You realise he’s been waiting for you. He has that strange, mystifying look in his eyes again.

He offers you a hand.

“Come here,” he says.

[evaslytherpuff]

ALL of my Hogwarts Legacy characters…so far.

(I have a problem. lol. I love OC’s!🤷🏾‍♀️😁) Most of these characters will be featured in my Ominis fanfic.

Ember Reign (F!MC) Javier Alvarez (M!MC)

Vivian Beausoleil Erebus Gaunt

Marvolo Gaunt Lucia Carrow

Hadeon Gaunt (Father) Lorelei Gaunt (Mother)

Davian Beausoleil Victoria Beausoleil

I did not forget Nathaniel Sallow (Sebastian & Ember’s son) I can only add 10 pictures. lol. I’m still working on him so that’s okay.

Do I have too many? Maybe. Will I ever stop talking about them? No, definitely not. lol.😂🥰

[iamnmbr3]

Draco's Motivations in the Book 7 Room of Requirement Confrontation

I just reread the Fiendfyre sequence and based on a close reading Draco's motivations and actions are a lot more complex and sympathetic than I remembered. Not to mention, once again, here there be drarry.

First, the context:

After the incident at Malfoy Manor, we know from Harry's psychic connection to Voldemort and from the Carrows' overheard discussion that Voldemort's wrath was exceptionally terrible. The Malfoy family became virtual prisoners in their own homes for months and were subjected to especially brutal (even by Voldemort's standards) torture that was also likely quite protracted. Lucius has visible marks on him months later - which, given what we know about magic in that world, really speaks to the level of what has been going on. While he probably got the worst of it, it's certain that none of his family members escaped unscathed. After their other failings they have at this point probably permanently fallen out of favor and have nothing but a (likely short) life of misery to look forward to.

Draco bears a lot of responsibility for this state of affairs since it was he who chose not to identify Harry. This likely adds to his sense of conflict as his conscience tells him one thing and everything he has ever been taught tells him something else. He presumably feels responsible for the suffering his family (we know from book 6 that he does genuinely care about them) has to endure.

Not to mention that he himself is suffering along with them. It would be unsurprising therefore if he felt tempted to "rectify" his earlier moment of what he probably perceived as weakness and made a last ditch attempt to save his parents' (and his own) lives and prestige. While Harry has been taught that love and mercy are noble and valuable impulses, Draco has not. In his world love and mercy are called weakness.

Quite possibly as he suffered and faced death alongside his family, part of him must have felt ashamed of the impulses that led to his choices when Harry was a prisoner at the Manor. Everything he has been taught tells him that Voldemort's victory is inevitable and that his moment of shameful weakness has accomplished nothing except to fail his own family and condemn them (and himself) to a likely short life filled with suffering.

At most what we see in the Room of Requirement is a replay of what we saw on the Astronomy Tower - where Draco is deeply conflicted and when confronted with the reality of violence in support of Voldemort cannot go through with it even under tremendous pressure and even though his failure to carry out these acts of violence will inflict danger and suffering on himself and his loved ones.

But, is that even what actually happens? In my opinion, the answer is "no."

The scene in question:

If we actually look at the text it's not even clear that's what's going on at all. Draco's motives are ambiguous at best here. The scene starts when Harry is stretching out his hand to take the diadem. Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle come up behind him and he is completely unaware of them. Draco then announces their presence, alerting Harry that he is being watched. He could've very easy simply stunned Harry or attempted to put the Imperius Curse on him (or killed him) while his back was turned. But he didn't do any of those things. Instead he talks, thereby ruining the element of surprise.

And that's not typical of Draco at all when he actually wants to attack Harry. He's never beaten Harry in a face-to-face confrontation. (In fact, the last time he tried - in 6th year - he almost ended up dead.) The two times he has managed to incapacitate Harry - when he petrified him on the train in 6th year and when he hid and caught Harry for Umbridge with a tripping jinx in 5th year - he did so by using the element of surprise to his advantage.

Given that Draco knows that Harry is a very formidable opponent (AND that Harry's friends are nearby) if he truly simply wanted to capture or kill him, announcing his presence is the last thing he would ever do. Then he says "That's my wand you're holding." He still doesn't cast any spells - not even to try to disarm Harry. He also doesn't say he wants to hand him over to Voldemort. He doesn't even tell Harry to drop his own wand, attempt to take him prisoner, or even threaten him.

It is Crabbe, not Draco who says "We're gonna be rewarded...We decided to bring you to 'im." Draco doesn't say anything about his own intentions other than that he wants his wand back - and we certainly know that even in 6th year he didn't trust Crabbe and Goyle, much less now, and thus is unlikely to speak openly in front of them. 

At this point Ron comes to investigate and Crabbe tries to use magic to cause a mountain of debris to fall on Ron and crush him. Harry counters the spell and Draco then grabs Crabbe's arm when he tries to repeat the spell. He gives as his justification the need to avoid the diadem being crushed but since we know he doesn't trust Crabbe it's likely this isn't truthful. Especially since Voldemort has not said anything about wanting the diadem (and even if it wasn't a Horcrux it likely wouldn't be damaged in any case).

Crabbe points out this very thing and Draco argues with him at which point Crabbe says "Who cares what you think? I don't take your orders no more, Draco. You an' your dad are finished." So arguably he was not even including Draco in the "We" he imagined would be rewarded. Crabbe then tries to use Crucio on Harry.

Draco then again intervenes and tries to stop him. 

"STOP" Malfoy shouted at Crabbe, his voice echoing through the enormous room. "The Dark Lord wants him alive--"  

He doesn't even just say it. He shouts. We rarely see Draco shout. He is someone who generally keeps his deeper emotions hidden - it's why he's so naturally gifted at Occlumency to the point that he is powerful enough at a young age to lie to both Snape and Voldemort.

What he says here doesn't really even make sense because Goyle isn't even trying to kill Harry; he's just trying to hurt him. However Draco is so distressed by this that he actually starts yelling, something we NEVER see him do at ANY other point in the book. "The Dark Lord wants him alive" is also exactly what Snape says to Bellatrix as they flee in book 6, and we know that Snape's real intent was to protect Harry with a believable excuse. It's the only thing Draco could reasonably say in that moment as a justification. 

Crabbe (rather sensibly) points out that 1) he didn't even try to kill Harry and 2) Voldemort ultimately wants Harry dead so it probably doesn't matter that much. This makes perfect sense. And yet Draco is inordinately concerned with preventing harm to Harry & Co rather than with taking any action to capture or even disarm any of them.

Clearly he did not expect to lose control of Crabbe and Goyle like this and as a result is now losing control of the situation (and himself). (Unlike Harry, Draco is more of a planner and is not as good at reacting in the moment.) Also the possibility that Harry could be killed seems to drive him nearly to the point of hysteria - rather like how Ron reacted to Hermione being in mortal peril at the Manor. This is not just a general aversion to killing. This is something more. He finds the idea of Harry dying truly unbearable. (I don't need my ships to be canon; this one just happens to be.)

At this point they start fighting and Draco loses Narcissa's wand. Wandless, he STILL tries to intervene. Crabbe and Goyle are both aiming their wands at Harry and Draco once again starts yelling -  "Don't kill him! DON'T KILL HIM!" and is obviously in significant distress and is not at all happy with what is going on. 

After that the Fiendfyre gets loose and the rest of the scene goes down without much dialogue.

At NO POINT does Draco 1) actually say he wants to hand Harry to Voldemort OR  2) attempt to attack Harry or Ron or Hermione at all OR 3) use his Dark Mark to call Voldemort OR 4) tell anyone he's seen Harry after they get out of the Room of Requirement - even in a later scene when he's been cornered by a Death Eater who is considering killing him he doesn't reveal this information even though that probably would've proven his loyalty or at the very least distracted the Death Eater.

Conclusions about Draco's motivations:

So, where does that leave us? What went down there and what was Draco trying to do?

We really have 3 options.

Option 1: Draco tried to hand Harry over to Voldemort in order to save himself and his family, got cold feet and couldn't really go through with it, and then lost control of the situation due to Crabbe and Goyle's changing loyalties. 

Verdict: Possible but unlikely given the remarkably bad job he does of it and how inconsistent his approach is with his usual MO. Even if we assume his heart wasn't in it you'd think he'd at least have got as far as disarming Harry before announcing his presence. Especially since Harry almost killed him last time they fought (and Draco probably doesn't know Harry didn't know what the Sectum Sempra curse would do.)

And if his heart WAS in it then then this makes even less sense since he not only didn't attack Harry while his back was turned but also didn't call Voldemort or even inform anyone that he'd seen Harry. 

Option 2:  Draco wanted to get himself captured in a way that looked convincing so that he could take the chance Dumbledore offered in 6th year, only it went quite badly wrong.

Verdict: This would be an interesting possibility but I think it's also unlikely as it's simply too risky. He doesn't know Harry was there on the astronomy tower or that Harry would make the same offer. His family would also likely be murdered if Voldemort realized this had happened.  

Option 3: Draco wanted to cut a deal in order to improve his family's situation without actually handing Harry over - perhaps he hoped for some kind of exchange where he could get his wand back and bring Voldemort the diadem as some kind of consolation prize - but overestimated his control over his cronies and lost control of the situation. 

Verdict: I actually think this works best given his behavior during the scene. He initiates a conversation because he wants information about what and where the diadem is (and what value it would have to Voldemort) and because he wants to make some offer along the lines of 'give me my wand and the diadem and we'll let you go.' This could get him what he wants and help his family without actually harming anyone.

Also it hedges his bets a bit because if Harry wins he will owe Draco. The problem of course is that Crabbe and Goyle aren't happy to just take orders anymore and have their own goals. At that point, instead of caving and going along with what Crabbe and Goyle want to do instead, Draco actually tries to intervene, albeit in a way that doesn't actually expose him as questioning Voldemort.  

Draco made his choice at the Manor. If he wanted to hand Harry over he would have. But he couldn't. He cares about him too much. But he also feels tremendous guilt and fear over the price he and his family are still paying for that decision. This is his attempt to try to fix things - to try to find a middle ground between the conflicting imperatives that are tearing him apart. The reality though, as he shortly discovers, is that there is no middle ground. And when he sees that, once again he chooses Harry.

[poetryandbloods-blog]

Carrow family - part I

Aquiles Carrow (1938 - 2021)

Thysania Crouch (1940 - )

Theseus Carrow (1955 - )

Belladona Rowle (1964 - )

Flora Carrow (1982 - 2020)

Hestia Carrow (1982 - 2020)

Perseus Carrow (1985 - )

Aquiles did not belong to Tom Riddle's generation and was not involved in the war, although like many other pureblood families they supported his ideals.

He had a sister four years younger who married Corvus Lestrange.

He married Thysania Crouch with whom he had three children, Theseus born in 1955 and twins Amycus and Alecto born in 1958. Theseus always preferred the academic side, becoming a scholar of magical theory.

Theseus later married Belladona Rowle with whom he would have three children, sisters Flora and Hestia and a boy, Perseus.

[jamesandthedog]

"She's cute, right?" James asks.

He's staring across the room.

Sirius moves his knight on the chess board and follows James' gaze. He laughs when he sees the red-head Lily Evans chatting with her friends on the other side of their common room.

"What?" James asks.

Sirius glances at him.

They're thirteen and it's the first time James really talks about girls. And even if girls and dates and kisses are new and not particularly something Sirius is interested in, he knows the rules. He was taught before he even understood what dating a girl meant.

"She's a Muggleborn," Sirius shrugs as he states the obvious.

"So?"

There's defiance in James voice, it reminds Sirius of the times he used to refer the likes of Lily Evans with much worse vocabulary. It was James and their friends to make him change his ways.

Sirius sighs.

"It's fine by me," he says, honestly. "But I doubt your parents would approve."

James frowns. At first Sirius thinks he's acknowledged the problem and trying to come up with a way to pursuit his crush without his parents ever finding out. And really, how could they, James doesn't have cousins to tell on him.

But it's not that. James looks at him the way he does when he's trying to read deep into his mind. Like James did when they had their first discussions about blood supremacy. Or when Sirius was walking funny after last summer break. He had hurt his back falling down the stairs after an argument with his mother, but that wasn't the sort of thing to discuss with... Anyone really.

James' expression clears, he leans back and makes his move on the chess board.

"Your parents want you to marry a pureblood," James states.

Sirius shrugs.

"Of course. Yours don't?"

"Dad would probably prefer if I'd marry a Muggleborn. She could teach him how to use the Muggle box he bought for warming up food," James says.

Sirius stares at him, and it has nothing to do with the said Muggle device. He'd look more surprised, but he learned to hide his feelings years ago.

He knows James' family thinks Muggleborns can do anything a pureblood can. But it's one thing to treat people equally on the streets, another to break something as holy as the pure bloodline.

Sirius had thought marrying a pureblood was given, a duty, a fact, something every pureblood did. But here he is, looking at the heir of the Potter family - an heir who clearly doesn't follow any of the rules Sirius had been taught since the day he was born.

As Sirius looks at James, he realises it looks like freedom. Not that Sirius even really cares about girls and marriage, but for the first time he sees that James truly has everything. Money, brains, parents who send him sweets and chocolate even when he doesn't ask for it. But more than that, James has options. He can choose his future.

"Are you ok?" James asks bringing Sirius back from his thoughts.

"Yeah." He answers before focusing on the chess board again. "But if I have to marry someone like Carrow and you get to choose, the least you can do is to lose the game!"

His knight eats James' horse.

"Hey, it's not that bad." James says comfortingly and moves his queen out of the way. Then he grins and Sirius knows he's up to no good.

"You can choose too. If you don't want Carrow you can always take one of your cousins," James suggests as sincerely as a mischievous pre-teen can.

The sofa cushion hits James before he has time to dodge, and then the chess pieces fly around as Sirius reaches over the sofa table to James.

When Remus Lupin descends to the Gryffindor common room a few minutes later, his two friends are a messy, wrestling and laughing pile of loosened ties and wrinkled ropes on the floor.

He shakes his head and sits on the sofa after removing a few misplaced chess pieces. He takes a fat book out of his bag and continues his day as if two wrestling thirteen-year-olds in his feet were nothing but an ordinary day.

As he reads Sirius launches from the floor to find a safe haven next to him - James knows better than to bother his reading. When the long haired boy leans his head against Remus' shoulder and shows his tongue at James, something extraordinary happens. Nobody notices, but the corners of Remus Lupin's lips turn into a smile behind his book.

Sirius Black has many things to learn and unlearn during his Hogwarts years. And dating girls - or not dating them - is definitely one of those.