#the only person that can crucio my sibling is me--

[toupee-or-nottoupee]

it's basic maths. (Ominis is done with twins. Never again.)

[legacyshenanigans]

I don't usually answer asks that are in a way trying to diss me lmao, because I don't like giving the anon who sent it the satisfaction of having a personal response from me.

However, this one got me confused and chuckling. So, Anon, if you're lurking.

In response to your ask, which is basically you complaining about my PERSONAL headcanon of Marvolo being forced to use crucio on Ominis, instead of the canon lore 'Ominis's siblings purposely cast crucio on him and were horrible to him all the time'. Saying that "I only say that to make Marvolo look like a good person"

Babe? Are you ok? Lmao.

1. If I wanted to make Marvolo a good person in general, I'd be out here WRITING him as a good person, which if you've SEEN my content on him. I fucking don't 🤣🤣

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2. My headcanon for Marvolo and Ominis's relationship suits ME and what I WANT for my OWN HC. They're typical siblings who sometimes argue and have their differences, but they're still siblings nonetheless, and Marvolo actually cares about Ominis, and Ominis cares about him, as brothers do, though they're very different people in their ways.

Your notion that I "Try to make Marvolo a good person, when he isn't. To get people to like him" is ridiculous tbh 🤣

I dont give a FUCK if people don't like him, I LIKE that there's people who don't. I don't write him as a good person, because you're right about one thing, HE ISN'T, and I LIKE that about him, that's why I write him the way I do 🤣 And everyone who enjoys my content KNOWS that lmao.

I could also speak forever about his relationship with MC, which again, YOU and your way of thinking, probably thinks "why is he so nice to her? When he's NOT a nice person?"

Why not? Because he loves her, obviously 🤣

My HC for Marvolo is my own and my sanctuary. I'll write him however I please.

But don't get it twisted, I'm not OUT HERE trying to "make him a good person" to "make people like him" 🤣

As I said, the fact that, in general, he ISN'T, is exactly WHY I enjoy him. But is it SO wrong that he can CARE about certain people in his life?

Damn, bruh. Hush your gums. And get off my fuckin blog lmao.

Anyway, thanks for reading. 🤣

[the-kcm-muggleborn]

Kind For You

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy

O/C: Sebastian Sallow x Edwart Thompson x Ominis Gaunt ✨️platonic✨️ (My OC)

Warnings: None:))

Word count: 1225

Chapter 3

Part 8

When Edwart stepped into the great hall the next day he heard Sebastian's loud voice so he decided to follow it until he heard his friends talking.

“Anything to do with the Dark Arts should be avoided. It's too risky.” Ominis said calmly.

“Anything to do with Salazar Slytherin is worth the risk. Please Ominis. You know what's at stake here.”

“I can't agree, and I already told you what I think of that. I'll not say a word more. I'm sorry.” 

“Hi, Ominis,” Edwart said gently. 

“Hello, Edwart. I was just on my way out.” Ominis smiled lightly.

“I won't give up.” Edwart heard Sebastian mumble.

Edwart took a few steps closer to Sebastian and said “What were you and Ominis talk about?”

“He's being ridiculous. Salazar Slytherin had a secret scriptorium here in Hogwarts. Ominis swears it was used for the Dark Arts, so he wants nothing to do with it. I reminded him that Anne needed a cure. This ‘scriptorium' could hold the answers we need.” Sebastian rambled 

Edwart looked at his friend with a surprised look. He wasn’t aware Sebastian was so persistent about this Dark Art topic.

“Well. I can understand why Ominis feels that way. He is right. Meddling in the Dark Arts is dangerous.”

“There's more to Dark Magic than people realise. The Gaunts know this better than most.” Sebastian argued.

“What do you mean?” Edwart asked, confused.

Sebastian looked embarrassed at his mention. “Perhaps I've spoken out of turn. Ominis's family history is personal to him.”

“I understand. You needn't tell me if you don't want to.” Edwart shook his head not to press through his curiosity was peaking out.

“If I were you I would be begging for more details.”

Edwart exhaled.

“It's not that I am not interested and you can certainly trust me if you want to tell me anything.” He stumbled across his words.

“Ominis learned Dark Magic from his parents. Are you familiar with the Cruciatus Curse?”

Edwart rubbed his neck sheepishly. He heard about them all around but was too embarrassed to ask about it. They seem serious enough to know not to ask. Hearing Sebastian throw it around like a common spell made Edwart uneasy.

“I- I'm afraid no.” 

“It's known as the torture curse- Crucio. It inflicts an excruciating pain on the victim. Apparently. his parents and his older siblings had no qualms about casting it on Muggles for sport.”

“On muggles?” Edwart thought. 

Sebastian continued unbothered.

“Ominis described the sound of the victims' cries as horrific. So, the first time he was asked to cast it himself as a child, he couldn't bring himself to do it. As punishment, his family cast it on him. The anguish was so bad, that when asked to cast it again, he relented.”

Edwart was listening closely to every word said by Sebastian and couldn't believe how bad he thought his life was before Hogwarts when Ominis was dealing with this. Edwart felt utterly stupid. But this wasn't about him…

“I have repeatedly assured Ominis he did what he had to, but he still hasn't forgiven himself.”

“Fuck. That's rough and horrible. Poor Ominis. He was only a child. He shouldn't blame himself.” 

“After that incident, the rift between Ominis and his family only grew. That is until I came along. Every moment he isn't at Hogwarts he's with us in Feldcroft.

Ominis trusts me. And, more often than not, he winds up listening to me.”

“I understand.. Must have been nice, you had each other,” Edwart spoke with a bit of sadness.

“That's why I'll remind him of that when I follow up about the scriptorium. I'll make Ominis understand. He'll change his mind.”

“Alright then. Just a heads up. I'll be gone tomorrow.”

“Oh? What have you got planned?” Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

“I have a Keeper’s trial with Fig. I'll be gone for the entire day most likely.”

“Oh. I understand. Will you keep us updated about your ability?” Sebastian asked.

“Of course. I just wanted to let you know so you and Ominis won't be worried. I have to go prepare.” Edwart said with a wide smile.

“Alright then. Watch for my owl. I'll have news soon enough.”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you soon Sebastian.”

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Edwart took a trip to Feldcroft to Rookwood Castle. The weather was nice but pretty windy so Edwart took his autumn coat with him as he flew to complete the second trial. 

“You were right.” Professor Fig stated with a grimace “The place is crawling with

Victor Rookwood's lot and Ranrok's Loyalists. I'm sure you'll agree that we need to find a way in other

than the front gate. No need to linger, let’s go.”

They've sneaked into the castle and to their surprise in the middle of goblin camp. Ranrok and Rookwood were arguing… about getting to Edwart and getting the power. Turned out that both of them were aware of the Keepers' existence as well as Charles Rookwood being one of them.

Edwart felt his blood boil at the nerve. They had no idea what they were meddling in. Professor Fig saw his young friend's frustration and had to calm him down. 

“So. unless you want another demonstration of my power” Ranrok threatened. “a power that you one day hope to wield - bring me the child.” 

And with that, both of them walked away.

Edwart and Professor Fig were sneaking around well enough as they reached the basement. 

“Looks like the goblins were digging. But this repository is empty…” Fig said thoughtfully. “Let's find that Portree.”

They've found it in the basement where Professor Rookwood was awaiting in his frame. He was informed of the Goblin trouble.

“This makes no sense. How did - ? No matter now.” Professor Rookwood said We shall discuss this later. Right now, you must complete the next trial. The power you stand to wield must first be fully

understood. The trials will ensure that. I shall reveal the path. Professor Fig must leave you now.”

“Good luck my young friend. And please be careful and stay sharp.” Professor Fig touched Edwart’s shoulder in a worried manner as he disappeared. 

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The trial took a hot moment. These puzzles were exasperating and the adversaries were a decent challenge.

but he finally made it to the pensive. He returned to the map chamber to meet a former headmistress and another keeper Niamh Fitzgerald who was already preparing a new trial. This one was supposed to be a different one.

“Hopefully you will soon hear from Lodgok. as well.” Professor Fig spoke “and we shall learn how he fared with the helmet you retrieved. Well done today. as always. We shall speak again soon.” He smiled proudly.

“Thank you, Professor.” Edwart returned the small smile. 

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[yan-senna]

The Keeper of the Diamond (Severus Snape x reader & Lucius Malfoy x reader)

By yan-senna

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Voldemort is very pleased. He’s pleased with Lucius’ son. Draco has just arrived at Malfoy Manor after stealing the diamond from the Muggle girl. It was a piece of cake, she didn’t do anything to stop him. She barely even blinked at him.

“Good job, Draco. Good job. I trust you had no issues with getting the diamond?” Voldemort asks the boy.

Draco can’t help but smirk. “It was way too easy. That stupid Muggle did not even try to stop me” he says, a bit smug.

Smiling at Draco, Voldemort then turns his attention to Lucius. It’s difficult for Lucius not to notice that. “My Lord?” he asks.

Without any warning, Voldemort points his wand at him. “Crucio!” Voldemort somewhat calmly says. The spell hits Lucius in his chest. He falls to the ground and yelps in pain.

After a few seconds, the torture finally stops. “I am very pleased with your son, Lucius. However, you have been nothing but a disappointment. Let this be your punishment” Voldemort states.

Lucius is in a lot of pain, but Voldemort doesn’t care. As the Dark Lord turns his back to them, Narcissa runs to her husband and helps him get up and sit on a chair. Thankfully, the Dark Lord doesn’t seem to notice. That, or he simply doesn’t care.

“Finally - the diamond!” he exclaims as he touches the diamond. He can feel its power. He holds it in his hands as he concentrates. He thinks of setting Wormtail, his servant, on fire.

However, after a very long moment of silence, the Dark Lord loses his patience. “Something is wrong! The diamond is not working!” Voldemort says through gritted teeth. He throws the diamond to the floor. It doesn’t break, though.

After a while, realisation hits him. “The Keeper of the Diamond” he suddenly says.

One of his most trusted Death Eaters, Bellatrix Lestrange, can’t help but be curious. “The Keeper of the Diamond, my Lord?” she questions.

Voldemort turns to look at Bellatrix. “Yes, Bellatrix. After all this time, we have been looking for the wrong thing. If my theory is correct, then not only is this the wrong diamond, but we have forgotten to look after the most important thing” he explains.

Bellatrix looks confused. “Which is what, my Lord?” she asks him.

Voldemort merely smiles at her. “You see, Bellatrix - the Keeper is a person. Lucius,” Voldemort starts as he turns his gaze to the man. “You have another chance. Do not screw this up” he warns.

At Hogwarts, the Trio and the two Muggle girls have barely left the library when Hermione suddenly stops up. “Of course, why did I not think of that before!” she exclaims as she begins to run.

Harry, Ron, Laura and Vera all look extremely confused and try to catch up to her. “‘Mione, wait! What’s going on? Slow down!” Ron yells after her.

However, Hermione finally stops as she literally bumps into Professor Snape. “Watch where you are going, you insolent girl!” he growls at her.

Looking embarrassed, Hermione quickly apologises. “I am so sorry, sir. But we have to talk to Headmaster Dumbledore!” she explains to him.

Snape sighs at that. “The Headmaster is not here. He is out” he simply says. Dumbledore isn’t here?

“But, sir, it is important! It is about the diamond!” she quickly says.

Sighing once again, Snape motions for all five of them to follow him. “Then I guess I will have to take you to the Order. Weasley, go and get your siblings” Snape tells Ron. Ron quickly starts to run, looking for them.

As they are waiting, Harry can’t take the uncomfortable silence. “Hermione, what did you find out?” he asks his friend.

Hermione scolds herself internally. She had almost forgotten that she had just found important information! “We have been looking for the wrong thing this entire time - it is not just the diamond. Do you remember what the prophecy says? The “Keeper” of the Diamond. Don’t you see? The Keeper is obviously a person!” she exclaims.

Vera’s and Laura’s eyes immediately widen. They both wonder - could the Keeper be Y/N?

Snape sighs to himself. Great. Another mission for Lucius to fail. Snape almost feels bad for him, just almost.

Ron returns with Ginny, Fred and George. “Took you long enough, Weasley. Let us go, then” Snape says as he begins to walk out the door, fast. The eight teenagers all have to run in order to keep up with his pace. As they reach outside of Hogwarts, they apparate to Grimmauld Place.

At the dinner table in Grimmauld Place, all the members of the Order are here. Well, except for Dumbledore. Mr. Weasley decides to take control of the meeting. “So, why are we all gathered?” he asks the teenagers as it’s them who have requested the meeting.

Hermione takes a deep breath. “We have been doing it all wrong. All this time, we have been looking for a diamond, but the Keeper of the Diamond is in fact a person. At first, I thought that only Harry and You-Know-Who could use the diamond. But we tried at the library, and it did not work when Harry tried to use it” she explains. Everybody nods at that. It makes sense. Of course the Keeper is a person. The only person who can use the diamond and its powers.

“Now there is only one question left - who is the Keeper?” Black asks after a while. Vera and Laura look at each other. Should they tell them?

Laura decides so. “We think it might be our friend, Y/N. You see, she has a diamond like me. Only it’s orange”.

Vera then continues. “Yeah, and the reason I even ended up at Laura’s house was because I thought that Y/N would be there. When I realised that those men, the Death Eaters, were Harry Potter characters, I thought she would be the only one who could help me. I expected that she would know what diamond they were talking about”.

Everyone is surprised by this news. Why didn’t the girls tell them about their friend long ago?

“If your suspicion is correct, then we have to get your friend, Y/N, before You-Know-Who realises as well and goes after her” Lupin states.

“I think those suspicions might be right. Think about it, the energy was found in both Vera’s and Laura’s houses, right? Well, maybe the energy came from Y/N!” Hermione suggests. Everybody once again looks surprised. Of course, that makes a lot of sense.

“So, um, how do we get her? And when do we do it?” Harry asks, confused.

Lupin looks at Harry, deep in thought. “Tonight. We should probably bring Laura and Vera since they know her and know where she lives” he suggests. Everybody nods in agreement as it is decided that they wait until tonight.

The twins break the silence. “So”, Fred starts. “Who’s Y/N’s favourite character?” George ends.

Everybody looks at the girls curiously while the girls look at each other. How will they react to this? “Um, Snape” Laura simply answers.

Everybody’s eyes widen as big as dinner plates. Black can’t believe it. Snape? Who in Merlin’s name likes Snivellus?! Ron agrees with that statement. Is that girl bloody mental? How can she like Snape? He’s scary!

Meanwhile, Snape is in deep thought. So he is someone’s favourite character, huh? He quietly hums to himself at that thought, amused yet intrigued.

They are all quite surprised by that. Laura debates whether or not to tell them that Y/N also likes Lucius Malfoy. She decides against it and keeps quiet. However, Snape uses Legilimency on her and finds out the secret by reading her mind. Interesting.

Lupin decides to interrupt everybody’s thoughts. “Headmaster Dumbledore should return to Hogwarts soon. Professor Snape and I will go and let him know about the new information” he states. Everybody agrees as Lupin and Snape rise from their chairs and head out the door.

[mfingenius]

“Harry, you’re going to burn holes through his head.” Ginny says lightly. Harry rips his attention away from Draco to look at her; she’s braiding Luna’s hair – sitting in front of her with a drawing pad and watercolors – but she’s looking at Harry, eyes full of mirth. “His very pretty head.”

Harry scowls at her, and she laughs.

“Calm down, I have my own pretty blonde, I’m not about to steal yours.” She says. Luna hums in agreement, but she doesn’t look up from her painting.

“He’s not my pretty blonde.” Harry scowls childishly. Then, he shakes his head. “He is my pretty blonde. Why don’t they get that?”

Ginny laughs, and Harry continues to watch as his boyfriend is ogled at by half of the returning eighth years.

“It’s art class, Harry.” Ginny points out. She’s only here because she’s accompanying Luna, since Quidditch Practice got cancelled, and Harry is only here because Draco joined, and after being scared for him every second of every day while he spied for the order, Harry gets a little bit anxious when they’re separated. Of course, he didn’t think that art class would include Draco modeling naked. “And they’ve all done it or are going to do it once. They all agreed to model.”

Harry knows that; he was in the class where Parvati Patil was the one to model, and he’s seen dozens of Draco’s paintings and drawings of their friends and classmates, either naked, or barely clothed, or in odd positions. They change objects and techniques every four weeks, and this month’s is Human Anatomy, which Harry is not enjoying at all. He should be the only one seeing Draco naked. He was the only one to have seen Draco naked until an hour ago.

“I know that,” Harry says. “But it doesn’t mean I like this.”

Draco’s the epitome of perfection with the sunlight shining on his body the way it is; Harry wants to throw him over his shoulder, take him to their dorm, and keep him all to himself for the rest of the weekend.

And it’s not even all about Harry’s jealousy. He knows Draco’s been dreading this for weeks; he’s insecure about his scars, and the mark, and the crucio damage, and the marks that showcase everything he went through at the manor; he had even considered withdrawing from the class just to get out of modeling for it, but he loves it too much.

Harry had suggested speaking to the teacher – a muggle artist called Alex Williams, the older sibling of one of the muggle-born students, aware of what they all had been through – because they clearly stated that while they personally thought that nude modeling was a nice way to build trust between the class – no one had to model if they didn’t want to and that there would be no judgement.

Draco had refused, and had decided, instead, to face his fears.

“He’s very pretty, Harry,” Luna’s says airily. “And very nice to draw. Do you want to see?”

She shows him her watercolor painting – Draco, surrounded by flowers, and birds, and Nargles – and, begrudgingly, Harry has to admit that it’s pretty good. Very good, in fact.

“That’s amazing, Luna,” he says, impressed. “You could actually sell that.”

He very nearly gasps when the idea hits him.

“In fact,” he says slyly. “Why don’t you sell it to me?”

Ginny laughs when she realizes his intentions, and Harry resolutely ignores her.

After class, Draco retires to the small storage-closet-turned-dressing-room to dress, and Harry works quickly. By the time Draco comes out, everyone else is gone, and Harry’s waiting by the door.

“Was it as bad as you thought?” He asks, pressing a kiss to Draco’s hair.

Draco hums lightly. “I don’t know yet. It’s good that it’s over now, I just - I don’t like to think of - I don’t like the idea of people having drawings of me naked. It’s alright though, I mean - I have the ones of them, it’s only fair that they have the ones of me.”

Harry hums in agreement, noticing the way Draco’s hands are shaking. “Come on. We can cuddle until you feel better.”

Draco smiles and tilts his head up for a kiss, which Harry obliges. He wraps his arm around Draco’s shoulders as they walk up to their dorm, and when they open the door, Draco stops breathing.

“What is this?” he asks, breathlessly.

“I bought the paintings.” Harry admits, shifting his weight. “All of them. I knew you wouldn’t like the idea of people having them, and – well, honestly, I also didn’t like the idea of people having them. I – I hope you don’t mind. We can burn them all, if you want. Or frame them. I, personally, don’t mind having portraits of you naked, as long as no one else gets to see them, but if you would rather-”

Draco kisses him. Harry’s hands slide around his waist, and he pulls his boyfriend closer, deepening the kiss.

“Thank you,” he murmurs. “I - thank you.” Harry smiles and kisses him again.

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Death!MC AU

Ohhhh boy.

Started by my friend @dat-silvers-girl who drew a gut-wrenching picture to kick off the challenge, I’m going to add on with an ultimatum that’s going to send my MC into a void. Sorry not sorry?

This will be closely based on the universe developed in Etched, Engraved, Everlasting.

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We have your brother held hostage at the location of the final Cursed Vault. Meet us there now, or say goodbye to your beloved hope forever.

-R

The words of the last message sent by R echoed in Clara’s mind, ringing like the echoes of wet footsteps she took over the dry stone floor, her teeth set in a grit as she held her wand in front of her. She could hear her sister’s shoes squeak beside her on her right, with Merula mumbling death threats on her left. Not the best choice of company, but everyone else was already staying behind to fend off the Grindylows and merpeople in the lake. She could only hope that they’d hold out before they got back.

“...have you this time, I swear,” Merula was saying now, her voice rising with every word she spat.

“Save your breath for the Vault,” Clara commanded quietly. “We don’t have much time.”

“Yeah? I don’t have much patience.”

“Clara’s right. Save it,” little Em snapped softly, her wand light sputtering a bit before regaining power. “The last thing we need is another argument to tax us out before the final battle.”

“Wherever this final battle is supposed to take place,” Clara grumbled, pushing the wet hair out of her eyes. “This place is like a labyrinth. Jacob’s prison chamber could be anywhere.”

“You’re honestly such an idiot,” Merula snickered softly, shifting her grip so her wand laid in her palm. “Point Me.”

The wand spun round and round like the needle of a compass, and for a moment Clara stood, mesmerized, before it snapped into position--heading northwest.

“This way,” Merula said, leading the two sisters through another corridor lined with the same stone material like all the other corridors they’ve walked in thus far. It was a miracle that none of them started to feel the effects of pneumonia yet.

After what felt like another eternity, the corridor opened out into a wide, circular, dimly lit stone chamber. Clara’s eyes widened at the sight--the windows that were placed equidistantly on the walls, the golden column that she grew so used to seeing. This had to be the Vault Chamber--but where was Jacob?

“This is the Cursed Vault?” little Em whispered in awe. “Whoa.”

“Yeah. It’s the last one,” Clara confirmed with a nod. “But where’s--”

“He’s here,” Merula said, pointing over to a body slumping against the wall on their left. “Come on.”

In no time at all, the three of them crossed the room to Jacob’s side, and upon seeing his condition Clara couldn’t help but cringe. Jacob was badly injured from the waist down--his legs were locked in perpendicular angles, completely paralyzed, and there was a bleeding gash about the size of a rose on his left inner thigh. His arms were bound to his sides and behind his back with ropes, and his mouth was gagged with a handkerchief of silk.

“Oh no,” little Em murmured, taking out a knife and proceeding to cut the ropes. “Jacob, who did this to you?”

“Why, I did, of course.”

The three of them immediately turned to see the last person they ever wanted to see approach them--hair of hellfire, eyes gleaming with a frosty demeanour, her expression pointed as she glared at them.

“Rakepick,” Clara growled, rising to her feet with her wand raised. “You did this to my brother?!”

“Honestly, Miss Lin. You really are as stupid as we were lead to think,” Rakepick purred, withdrawing her wand from her cloak. “I should have known that you’d do anything to save your brother and his well-being without thinking twice about your...friends.”

The hairs on Clara’s neck stood up, a chill running down her spine as she heard the last word said so uncertainly. Surely she and Merula were still not friends...and it was best not to spill out her true relationship between herself and little Em.

“Whatever happened to Rowan was done on her own will,” Clara spat. “Now answer my question--did you do this to my brother?”

Rakepick only chuckled, the rich laugh stirring a volcano in the pit of Clara’s stomach. “I’m not surprised you wanted to know. Very well--yes, I did this, on R’s orders.”

“Just so you could lure me here?”

“Dear, it’s not just about luring you here,” Rakepick drawled. “Look at the column there--the treasures that lie in the final Cursed Vault. Wouldn’t it be something to take it and walk away without sparing another thought about your brother’s reputation, your friends’ trust? You could start a life of glory. You could join us.”

“Join you? All this time you were working with the enemy--”

“All so you could join our ranks.”

No way. There must have been some sort of lie embedded in those words. Clara glanced over at Merula, who blanched at the sight of her former mentor, completely at a loss for words. Little Em was too busy working on the restraints binding their brother to notice.

“Your brother was a failure--simply a tool for us to use, but disposable after. How eager he was to think he’d get anywhere with us!” Rakepick scoffed, shaking her head. “I thought the same about you too, at first...but your strength has proven rather intriguing to me, Miss Lin.”

“Jacob and I may have our differences but we both agree on one thing--having anything to do with R directly is a mistake.” She shook her head. “No. I refuse.”

“Surely you don’t want to know the real reason you’re in this position?” Rakepick asked. “The real reason you’re standing here, in the face of danger, with your brother so close and yet so far?”

“Save it, Rakepick. If I do want to hear the truth, I’d rather hear it from someone I trust,” Clara finally said, then shouted, “Stupefy!”

“Petrificus Totalus!” Rakepick called out as she ducked from the jinx, waving her wand at Clara. She managed to dodge the blow, and it accidentally hit Merula who fell to the ground like a cardboard doll.

“Oh no you don’t!” Clara roared. “Depulso!”

“Flagrante!”

“Immobulus!”

“Impedimenta!”

Spell after spell was fired in the vicinity, jets of every colour flying through the room at the duelists locked in a careful dance. Clara could feel the beads of sweat emerge through her pores now, sticking with the lake water that still clung her robes to her skin, and she clenched her fists in an effort not to feel the burn of leaking tears through her eyes. She was so focused on the enemy in front of her that she didn’t even hear Jacob stir, now released from the binds, until little Em shouted, “I got it!”

“And what is this?” Rakepick said, turning now to the young Hufflepuff student now rising to her feet--somehow, despite the sweat shining on her forehead and her hair now resembling a wild bird’s nest, her breathing was still well controlled. “Is this another Lin? My, my--all the eggs in the viper’s nest!”

“What does it matter if I am?” little Em cried. “Don’t I have as much right to care about Jacob as Clara does?”

Rakepick didn’t respond. She eyed the youngest Lin with her evil glare, a wicked grin spreading as she raised her wand again. “Just like your sister, huh? Brave enough to go after your brother--and stupid enough to fall into a trap. If one Lin isn’t enough, wait until R hears of the day I rid of all three!”

“No!” Jacob’s choked voice was not enough to catch anyone’s attention. “No!”

“Crucio!”

A shot of red snaked its way towards little Em, who suddenly let out an unearthly screech as it hit her square in the chest--she crumpled now to the ground, writhing in agony, hands clutching at her hair unaware of the flowers that began to fall. The curse was enough to break the petrification over Merula, and she shot up to a sitting position, eyes widening at the sight of little Em being put under the Cruciatus Curse.

“No...” she murmured, crawling over to Clara who was frozen to the spot, unable to register anything except for the screams that bounced around. “You evil little--”

“Uh, uh, uhhh. Watch your language, Miss Snyde--”

“SHUT UP!” Merula bellowed. “YOU FILTHY, EVIL, NASTY LITTLE--”

“STOP!” Jacob finally managed to shout, stumbling his way now to little Em who was biting her lip so hard in an attempt not to scream. 

“STAY PUT OR SHE DIES!”

“YOU WOULDN’T!”

But Rakepick was faster. Just as Clara took a step towards her siblings, Rakepick suddenly appeared at her side, trapping her wrist in a death grip and forcing her to look into her eyes--those cold, calculating cerulean eyes that Clara could never shake from her nightmares.

“Try me,” Rakepick murmured. “Join me, or watch just how much I can hurt your family.”

“You will never get in the way of our happy family again,” Clara hissed. “I would never allow it.”

“So be it.” 

Faster than a viper sinking her teeth into her prey, Rakepick drew out an elegant dagger from her belt and plunged it deep into Clara’s side.

“NO!”

Jacob’s eyes tore from his youngest sister to see his second sister curling into the blade that stuck at her hip--she collapsed now to the floor, but Rakepick wasn’t done. She took out the knife and in one swoosh of her cloak pinned Clara to the floor, where she then stabbed her hard into the chest.

Clara never had the chance to scream, but little Em did. As the last of the Cruciatus Curse wore off, she watched in horror as, in her waking moments, her sister succumbed to the fatal wounds in her chest, her breathing growing shallower until it died altogether.

“No.” Jacob murmured--with what little strength he could muster, he crawled over to his sister’s side, cradling his sister’s head in his lap.

Merula glanced at the dagger now, dripping with Clara’s blood to the floor, before glaring at Rakepick and brandishing her wand. “You bitch!” she finally screamed at her former mentor. “Avada Kedavra!”

Not even the satisfaction of ending Rakepick with the killing curse was enough to bring peace to Merula. Even with Rakepick’s death--the death she finally delivered--she knew there was a horrible price to pay, even if she wouldn’t admit she wanted to pay it at all. As insufferable as she was, at least Clara was there sometimes. She wasn’t all that bad. Now she would never get the chance to tell her that.

And as she looked back at Jacob and little Em, she knew that the pain she felt was nothing compared to how they felt. Tears burned at the brim as she went over to them, kneeling down beside the corpse of her peer.

“Go,” she murmured to it. “Go join your tree twin.”

---

After the final battle and the death of Clara Xing-Hui Lin, everyone was rendered shocked. The aftermath rang with an effect much worse than the Statue Curse could give. The curse was broken, but at the cost of their dearest friend’s life--their leader’s life.

Jacob and Em would never feel at peace again. Merula was admitted to an asylum and never returned for her seventh year.

The world turned upside down...and not for the better.

[upset-hufflepuff]

Withered Sunflower

02/05/1998

Catherine knew she wasn't supposed to be outside. Her place was inside, in the Great Hall, with the rest of the healers. So why was she outside in the courtyard, running around with her professional auror friend?

"Careful, Catherine!"

She dodged a bright spell that had been flying their way. What was she even doing?

.

Some time has passed. Tonks had been lost in the crowd for some time now. "She's with her husband", Catherine thought. "Everything's okay", she told herself. But her anxiety was moving her feet. Maybe she was with her husband, fighting and saving lives. But maybe not. And she couldn't risk it. To be frank, she knew that if an auror couldn't fight back then a healer wouldn't be able to either.

A scream coming from a young voice caused her to stop and turn around. A boy in Ravenclaw robes, and a girl in Gryffindor robes. Hell, those kids were supposed to be whining about homework. Not fighting in the war.

The girl had fallen down, her leg bruised. The boy was kneeling next to her, while pointing his shaky wand-holding hand towards an approaching masked, cloaked man.

Catherine was absolutely NOT going to stand around and watch two innocent students be killed. Before she knew it, she was standing in between the children and the Death Eater.

"Expelliarmus! Flipendo!" The Death Eater's wand flew out of his hand, and he followed.

"Crucio!" another voice from behind her exclaimed, and Catherine dropped on the floor, screaming in pain. It felt as if all the bones in her body had somehow caught on fire. As if all of her veins were bursting, as if her internal organs were being twisted.

She could see the children limp-running away while the Death Eaters were focused on her. At least the kids were safe.

She tried to stand up again, only to be hit by the cruciatus curse once more.

She was going to die, right there and then.

.

"Confringo!"

The deafening sound of explosions made her raise her head in terror. The two Death Eaters tormenting her had been blasted apart.

Her vision cleared enough to let her see the witch responsible. The messy brown hair and those shiny violet eyes were truly unforgettable.

Catherine stood on her feet and held out her wand alarmingly. The witch glared at her, before lifting up her almost torn apart sleeves. No dark mark. Not a trace.

The woman immediately melted into her arms in relief.

"I'm so sorry, ofcourse you're not one of them! I'm so sorry I even assumed that!"

"Merlin, Sunflower, your whole body is vibrating and you're apologizing for being alert?"

She pulled away and looked into her eyes. She smiled.

"Had to repay you for the portrait vault, you see. It was the cruciatus curse wasn't it?"

Catherine nodded shakily.

"Twice, maybe three times. I'm fine now, though. Thanks to you, that is."

She stared at Catherine in shock. She wasn't supposed to have survived that. She could remember her own traumatic experience with the curse. She had felt like she was going to die on the spot. And it had been only once.

"Right. Tonks, you seen her anywhere around here?"

"Come again?"

"Have you seen Tonks?" she repeated, more clearly, trying to get her accent out of the way.

"Can't say I have. I saw some red-heads heading inside, though. Must have been the Weasleys."

"Right. Off I go, then."

Catherine took a step towards the castle, before stopping and turning around again.

"Please come with me, Merula. I feel like I'm going to collapse any minute now" she said with a polite, modest smile, as if she was asking her to help with the groceries.

.

They made their way to the Great Hall, where they did, in fact, spot the Weasleys. Catherine left Merula's side and walked towards them.

"Bill?"

The tall ginger turned around. The scar covering his face, the haunted eyes. It had been so long.

Catherine could now see what the family was facing. The body of a young red haired man, lying dead on the floor. One that looked nearly the same, was kneeling next to him and crying his eyes out, while Mrs Weasley was trying to calm him down.

Last time she'd seen Fred and George had been at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, when Tonks had taken her along to buy some acid pops. They'd looked so happy.

"I'm...so sorry."

Bill fell into her arms. He wasn't crying, but he was shaking as if he was so desperately trying to hold it in.

After some time, he pulled away and looked at her up and down.

"What happened to you? You're trembling."

"Cruciatus curse. Don't worry about it."

"What isn't there to worry about?!"

He looked over her shoulder, where Merula was standing quietly.

"She's with us. She helped me escape."

"Right, ofcourse. Hello."

Merula looked at him, but didn't say anything.

"Oh, right." Catherine remembered. "This might be a bad time- Have you seen Tonks? She left my side and I want to make sure she's okay, is all."

She felt someone staring at her, and turned around to face none other than Harry Potter, the boy who lived himself. Poor boy. He was so young. So terribly young. Why was he going through this?

He didn't speak. He, instead, made his way out of the Great Hall. Something was wrong.

Bill put a hand on his forehead, as though he was trying not to break down. He looked to his right, and Catherine's eyes followed.

Next to her white-haired colleague and childhood friend, was lying a couple.

She walked, if not ran, next to them. She only knew one person with that obnoxious, yet sweet, shade of pink on their hair. She was holding hands with a tall, slim man, with gray strands on his hair and scars on his face.

"How long?"

"They've been here for about half an hour or so." Chiara responded, her voice breaking.

Catherine's eyes filled with tears, which started making their way down her face and falling on the ground.

"If I had been there... If we hadn't seperated, I..."

"Don't you dare blame yourself for this too, Sunflower, Merlin." Merula, who had appeared next to her, said in a scolding tone. She had put her small hand on her back, to show comfort.

Nymphadora Tonks, who spent all her time at Zonko's during their Hogsmeade trips, who had the best Binns impersonation she'd ever seen, who changed her hair to blue to calm Catherine down in bad days. Was gone. Forever.

.

Voldemort was dead. His body lay still on the ground, like a pathetic, normal human being. It was over. Everyone was safe. No more deaths, no more people to grieve over, no more danger.

The atmosphere had changed so quickly she felt as if she was part of a book whose chapter had just changed.

Her vision started to turn blurry, and dark. Everything sounded distant.

"Sunflower!"

Her legs gave in. She lost all consciousness.

.

"Cat? Catherine? I think she's awake!"

She opened her eyes. She was lying on a bed, she assumed. In front of her was a dear, familiar face, whose different-coloured eyes were flooded with worry.

"Hey, J..."

Her brother put his arms around her and squeezed her into a hug.

"You're going to break her, Sunflower. She's already on a hospital bed."

She turned around to see a slightly bruised Merula Snyde standing near her bed.

"What? Am I wrong?"

"Merula..."

"What?"

Jacob looked at the former Slytherin too.

"Did you not expect me to be here, or something? Had to fill in for the Weasleys, who obviously couldn't be away from home at this time."

Little Fred's body. George sobbing. Tonks was dead. All the memories started coming back.

"Do you really have nowhere else to be right after the battle?" Jacob asked. He sounded quite emotionless, to the point she couldn't tell whether it was a genuine question or a mocking one.

"I do not. I'm so free I spent hours in Catherine's workplace, waiting for her to open her damn eyes after she passed out."

Catherine looked at her with those stupid eyes of a kitten that she had.

"Thank you" she said tiredly but genuinely.

There was some silence in the room.

"My parents are dead" Merula suddenly announced. The Sunflower siblings both looked at her in shock.

"I mean, they were asking for it. Got out of Azkaban only to become Death Eaters again. After what it had done to them. And to me."

Merula had seemed so cold and indifferent during the battle, it seemed that this was the time it was all going to come out.

"Though they probably didn't have a choice, anymore. They shouldn't have become his followers in the first place... And they never reminded him I existed. He never came after me, to recruit me. Thanks to them."

Her voice sounded teary. Catherine had only heard that voice few times, during their Hogwarts years. She remembered it during Christmas in their 1st year. At the time, Merula seemed to have been aged down to her 11 year old self again.

"At last. I don't have to worry about them anymore."

"Just so you know", Jacob said, "You can come at our place for the time being. Since you're all alone."

Catherine was surprised Jacob was the one to propose something like that. Merula looked at them both. She didn't smile, but her eyes were filled with hope, which they didn't have before.

"We'll get through this. Together"

"Yes" Merula replied. "Together."

[thehorrorfreaks]

Hi! Can I get an AHS and HP matchup please? :3 I'm 4"11, nonbinary, Slytherin, Sagittarius, I have brown eyes, black hair, I'm a pastel goth (wannabe, probably) and a satanist witch/warlock. I love Halloween, horror, animals, gore and crucios, I'm a death eater and people normally see me as creepy-cute and weird but with a f/o I'd bring out my soft uwu side and I'd want them to get a bit protective and yandere-ish, I'm really intense in relationships. Thank you sm for doing this!🖤Any gender btw

Gosh! You are so nice! I don’t usually do this, but I like it when people are polite, so take two from Harry Potter and two from AHS!

I ship you with LUCIUS MALFOY :

Lucius was considerably mean to you during the beginning. As an upperclassman, he felt like he was better than you. Though, it was just a mask for his true feelings. It is possible that he just thought of you as a younger sibling, but who knew how he should act? He continued this through your first and secon year before finally cornering you in a hallway and telling you how he felt. Though, he only acted like it was recent. It took him awhile to get used to his new normal. The next year, he began to become possessive and mean to anybody who got near you. It was especially aimed at Gryffindor nad Huffepuff students as he assumed that the Slytherin and Ravenclaw students were smart enough to stay away. They were scared of him. He threatened the killing curse on Rodolphus Lestrange once, but it wasn’t like he thought he was being jealous. Well, he knew he was, just not to the extent of this. He continued to be possesive of you until your last year, and then it just became pure obsessive when he asked you to marry him and join the Malfoy linage.

The second ship is BELLATRIX LESTRANGE ( NEE BLACK ) :

Bellatrix was considerably gorgeous during her years at Hogwarts, and was used to getting what she wanted. Do you know who she wanted? You. She wanted you more than anything. She was possessive even before you two started dating. he would shove away her sisters and boys that dared to get near you. She had a strange infatuation with you no matter how strange it may or may not seem. She believed that you were hers. Though, Bellatrix did tend to grab hold of you during any meal. It was just plain strange at times. She never treatedb you unkindly, but she never did let you leave her sight whenever she could help it. As far as she knew, you were hers and she was yours. It was just something that always nagged at her. Though, Bellatrix had some strange feeling that this was obsessive, but she was willing to kill her betrothed as to be with you. She just wanted to be with you no matter what she had to do to accomplish that goal.

The first for AHS is MICHAEL LANGDON :

Michael met you in the outpost and would often opt to question you about everything he could. It was like he was trying to figure out whether or not you were  ready to go to the “ promised land “. He did not think that you could make it there, but he would always do his best to study your face.  It seemed that was all he wanted to do when it came to you. He wanted to draw a reaction out of you no matter how strange the reaction might be. You were the only person he considered to move to the newest outpost. He was nicer to you than he is to anybody else. Well, save for Mrs. Meade. It would seem that he became very possessive of you to the end, killing became easy when it came to that. He was crazy for you. To add in something rather cute, he was fond of The Excorcist and other horror movies that were befroe his time, so he would come to set up the movies on his computer for her even if he shouldn’t. At first, it was a way to get her to trust him, but later, it became something he enjoyed no matter when they watched the movies.

The second for AHS is VIOLET HARMON :

Violet was always the type of girl to listen to loud rock music, watch horror movies, and basically be a total punk chick. That might be the reason that you two were the perfect for eachother. She was the type to excitedly tell you that her hourse was haunted. Though, it wasn’t really excitement. It was just her hope that you would drop by her house, and with her wingma Tate, it was bound to work out for her. At least, that was what she wanted. She wanted you to be the one that whisked her out of her own depression. She was the one to kiss you first, and it was during Night of The Living Dead. She thought it was romantic, and maybe it wasn’t. She just thought that this was more than likely the most fun way she could proclaim her undying love-- Well, until she did die. She was fairly sad that she couldn’t see you anymore, but that was the only thing she really missed from being alive. Well, other than being able to leave the Murder house. 

[crownuponherhead]

yule be there for me right?

No one was surprised last year when Sansa was named Prefect, but he thinks they are still surprised she’s a Gryffindor. Everyone thinks she’s a Ravenclaw to a T. Then again Jon does too a lot, it’s been one of the things everyone’s always wondered about her. How was she a Gryffindor? She just didn't fit the mold. The rumors fly that she begged to be one so she wouldn't disappoint her family name. He knows that's true, if there's one thing he knows is that Sansa Stark doesn't beg for anything she never has. He just doesn't get it.

Day 6 of 12 Days of Jonsa

“Fuck the dumb fucking Targaryens are their dumb fucking pure blood shit.” Jon Snow groaned as he kicked the wall again. Ever since first year when they were sorted he’d been getting the worst from his father about not being a Slytherin like the entire family before. “Just a bunch of shitty fucking cousins all married to each other.” He grumbled again as he kicked the wall. You think they would have been even a little bit proud that he was Headboy? No. His Mother was, she was ecstatic. His father and the rest of the Targaryen’s were pissed that he’d taken the spot his half-brother Aegon, a fucking dumbass, had obviously ‘deserved’. No love for Jon, the lowly half blood bastard of Rhaegar that had been sorted into Gyrffindor and was friends with the Starks. He kicked the wall again. “Fucking no good shits.” He muttered crumbling up the letter again.

“Jon?” He turned quickly at the sound of Sansa Stark who stood looking at him confused in her big white jumper with a golden S in the middle.

“Sansa, sorry I uh didn’t know you were over here.” Which is a lame excuse because he’s only a few doors down from her door, but in his defense he did think this little alcove would be a good hiding space to express his anger since Catelyn had handed him the letter with a sad smile and a pat on the back. It’d become a tradition since starting Hogwarts and becoming best friends with Robb that he’d stay over here while his Mom went off to do the work she put aside for the whole summer. Sometimes she’d pop in on the weekends but he knows she’d put her whole live as a Magizoologist on hold for him, so he doesn’t really complain. It was nice to be around a bunch of people who were like his siblings, except Sansa. She never really had been like that to him.

“Are you okay?” Her bright auburn hair is falling down her back only pulled back by two braids on the side to frame her face. She’s holding a few books that he’s sure she plans on reading in the next few days. The look of concern on it though is what makes him pause and give a nod. Sansa was hard to reach she’d always been that way, her walls were bigger than probably even his own fathers. When she showed concern like this she really meant it, he’d only seen it a few times, when Bran fell off his broom being one of the first.

“Yeah, it’s just a letter from my father and his family.” He sees her frown before it even reaches her lips. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that his family was complete shit.

“May I see it?” That’s what surprises him, sure she’s always a proper lady but seeing and hearing her ask for the letter surprises him. He gives a nod and hands her the letter sitting on the ground with his back to the cool brick wall. He’s even more surprised when she joins him on the ground reading the letter. “I’m sorry the speak to you like that.” She finally says taking hold of his hand. For a split second he thinks he’s dreaming as she places a sweet kiss to his cheek. “You’ll always have a family in us. You’re basically a Stark, just with the perks of not having to deal with all the siblings all the time.” She teases a laugh crossing her usually stoic porcelain face.

“Thanks, Sansa.” He means it too squeezing her hand and sitting there with her while he processes his thoughts and emotions. He doesn’t leave and he thinks he’s in love.

That bubble is very rudely popped when they get back to school. Sansa is a Gryffindor Prefect so sure they spend a lot of time together sometimes but she’s still with her shit of a boyfriend Joffrey, the Slytherin prefect who he is almost certain bought his way to that title. No one was surprised last year when Sansa was named Prefect, but he thinks they are still surprised she’s a Gryffindor. Everyone thinks she’s a Ravenclaw to a T, he does too a lot it’s been one of the things everyone’s always wondered about her. How was she a Gryffindor? She just didn't fit the mold. The rumors fly that she begged to be one so she wouldn't disappoint her family name. He knows that's true, if there's one thing he knows is that Sansa Stark doesn't beg for anything she never has. Sansa and Joffrey though, he just doesn't get it. All he sees is a nasty little shit who doesn't treat Sansa like the Queen she is. Jon knows he's not alone in the thoughts either. He's heard Robb complain constantly about him and how he's just waiting for the moment the little shit messes up so he can act on it. Arya threatened to crucio him on the spot if she had to, she'd deal with the consequences.

However it's the more time he spends with Sansa that he realizes, something isn't right. He notices it first with how she reacts to compliments, and he's not talking about the one's he hears Professor Baelish aka Creepy Pedophile give her in Potions because of course Sansa is a genius and at the Newt level in the class. Those that made them all physically cringe whenever he even opened his mouth near her. No it's the real compliments she gets, like when Arya didn't say something sarcastic about the sweaters she'd made for everyone to celebrate his and Robb's last year, or when Headmaster Tyrion complimented her form when watching Transfiguration one day. Then it's when she gets hot one day when she's on rounds with him. When he sees the scar on her upper arm he has to stop himself from asking why because he knows it'll just scare her away. It is the moment he tells himself he'll destroy Joffrey Baratheon no matter what.

He thinks the final straw when he puts the pieces together is when he accidentally sees Joffrey when he's mad, it's not at Sansa it's at one of his little minions. Seeing how he reacts to something as ridiculous as not wanting to match as one of his friends makes his heartache for Sansa to imagine what kinda shit she put up with that she certainly didn’t have to deal with.

“Does he get mad at you?” They’re walking near Ravenclaw Tower, some place he knows is a safe place, that no one would hear.

“What do you mean?” Typical Sansa, calm cool collected something he’d grown to know when was a lie.

“I saw Joffrey get mad at one of his idiot friends, does he get mad at you like that?”

Sansa doesn’t say anything and it’s enough of an answer for him to know it’s true. They keep going through their rounds, she’s been telling him about a pattern book she found and how she hoped she would have enough time to make her own dress for the Yule Ball. It’s right before they get to Gryffindor Tower that she stops him looking at him with all the emotion in her eyes she must bury so deep.

“Jon, you aren’t going to tell anyone, right? I don’t think I could stop it if I tried, so ignoring it seems best.” He wraps his arms around her at that.

“Sansa, I don’t care what it takes I promise you that I won’t let him hurt you again.” Her broken smile makes him feel like a dragon for the first time.

When Joffrey breaks up with her he tries is hardest not to celebrate. Sansa doesn’t look too upset when it’s just their friends around, but when around everyone it’s like this mask of the sad ex-girlfriend goes on. However he does notice her hitting a bottle of Firewhiskey more often than not when rumors circulate. He knows she’s partying right now celebrating the win that her siblings somehow pulled off against Slytherin. She’d laughed with him at watching his half-brother and Joffrey’s temper tantrums at the loss. Sure he wishes he was partying instead of waiting for the rest of the rounds to be finished for the night but he really doesn’t mind missing it, at least his hangover won’t be as bad.

When he sees her gleam of red hair and someone pushing her against the wall he wants to die from embarrassment. It’s when Sansa’s voice is letting out slurred stops that are being ignored he wants to murder whatever bastard has her against the wall. He’s acting before even thinking and in split second all he wants to do besides take Sansa in his arms and tell her she’s okay isice his hand that just deck Ramsay Bolton.

“Jon!” It’s all she says, her make up a mess from crying, her skirt is torn and he wants to cry at the fact that he can see her underwear is too.

“Sansa,” He reaches out tentively and reacts as fast as he can when she takes his hand and is moving into his arms. “You’re okay, you’re safe he’s never going to hurt you again, Sans.”

He watches as she pulls back and their eyes meet. She looks so broken but at the same time put together. “No he won’t, because I’m Sansa Stark and he can’t take who I am away from me.”

Jon realizes that Sansa is more of Gryffindor than any of them, she’s the bravest and most courageous person he knows.

“God just bloody ask her already!” Robb finally lets out from next to him. They’re sitting in the Three Broomsticks and apparently he hadn’t been too discreet at staring at Sansa from across the room. “I’m supposed to be the person who stops any guy from even looking at her and right now I just want to lock you both in closet so you both will stop being absolutely disgusting in your pining.”

“What if she said yes to that Hardying bloke?!” Jon let’s out in a panic to his best friend.

“Oh she didn’t, Arya said she saw him pouting and curing firey redheads or something like that.”

Jon doesn't think he can say no to that. He knows she has a dress, she's been working on it for a number of weeks. He remembers in early October, Professor Pedophile had seen her sketching it in class and made some disgusting comment about how lovely she'd look in it. When he'd brought it up, Sansa finally admitted to what he feared that the creep had been making comments like that at her since first year and saying how much she looked like her mother. She even admitted she was only a level ahead in Potions because she didn't want to have a full seven years with him breathing down her neck. It takes a lot not for him to deck Professor Pedophile next time he sees the creep.

"Stop getting lost in your thoughts and just fucking go!" Robb says from next to him already rolling his eyes. Jon's on his feet before he knows what he's doing.

"Hey Sans," He let's out looking down at her. When she turns and looks at him with a bright smile and eyes that look like everything that would leave his mouth would be important to him he wants to scream. He remembers that letter from August that caused them to be in this spot here.

"Jon! Sit down, Jeyne and I were just talking about the Yule Ball! I'm almost down with my dress." She grins up at him and Jon is ninety nine percent sure he would take literally any beating from his father's family about him being a disappointment just to see the happiness radiate from her after so long of it not.

"About that, I uh, I was wondering if you wanted to go with me? To the ball." He let's it out not as smoothly as he would of liked but he does. When her grin gets bigger, he thinks he's won the damn lottery.

"I thought you'd never ask!" Sansa lets out standing up to place a kiss on his cheek and move to wrap her arms around him. "Oh and Jon?"

"Yeah?" Here we go the catch she said yes but she wants to say more. Taking a deep breath he braces himself looking at her hesitantly.

"Thank you for believing in me." With that she places a quick peck to his lips and he's absolutely certain that this is all a fever dream. When she moves to sit back down and he's suddenly back with Robb he realizes it really is real. Or maybe that's just the slap up the head from his best friend with the claim, that's for kissing my sister. He doesn't care, it was worth it.

[batonaclarinet1982]

The Betrayal

Harry’s *Point of View*

“Don’t worry Percival, I’m not really friends with Potter, I’m just pretending” said a voice.

My so-called best friend, Ronald was discussing some very shady business with two of his siblings in the boys dormitory.  Unbeknownst to Ronald, I was hiding in the wardrobe, under my invisibility cloak.

I wanted to leap out of there and surprise them, but my instincts told me not to.  At least, not yet anyway, so I stayed put, and put my hand over my mouth so that I wouldn’t give away my advantageous location. I listened intently.

“Good.” said Percival

“Father wants you to encourage Ginevra to get close to the idiotic brat.  You see, he want’s Potter’s fortune.  The only way he is going to get it is if Ginevra marries the little shit.” he concluded.  

“WHAT?” Ginevra shrieked.

“Gin, don’t worry.  All you have to do is persuade him to marry you, knock you up, leave you and the child everything in his will and then he’ll have a ‘Quidditch accident’ and die and you’ll get his money and we can live like kings!”

I heard Ginevra take a deep breath and then she shrieked

“I WON’T DO IT I WON’T I WON’T! I DON’T WANT TO BE LADY POTTER I DON’T WANT TO BE LADY POTTER I WON’T I WON’T DO IT I WON’T I WON’T!”

I chose that moment to leap silently out of the wardrobe, punched Percival in the nose, kicked Ronald as hard as I could in the ‘nards, before I turned to Ginevra and said “I WOULDN’T MARRY A FILTHY DIRTY DISGUSTING BRUTAL BOTTOM-FEEDING TRASHBAG HOOOOOOOO LIKE YOU IF YOU WERE THE LAST WITCH… NO THE LAST WOMAN ON EARTH.” Ginevra looked appropriately scandalised. Someone hissed “NOW” and the “boy’s dormitory” vanished and all of a sudden I was in The Great Hall at dinnertime.   Several hundred stunned faces took in the scene before them.

“BESIDES WHICH I’M GAY.  I AM COURTING SOMEONE AND I AM VERY HAPPY, AND BY THE WAY GINEVRA, YOU CAN TELL ARTHUR AND MOLLY THAT HARRY POTTER IS ON TO THEM AND THEY WILL GET THEIRS IN DUE TIME.” I roared.  I didn’t care if The entire Great Hall or the entire wizard world heard me.  I would not tolerate being treated like a puppet anymore. “Arthur isn’t our father” said Percival in a muffled voice, he was trying unsuccessfully to stem the flow of blood from his nose where I hit him.

“Ronald, Ginevra and I are Dumbledore’s kids” “Congratulations Percival, you have just succeeded in making my wrath a hundred thousand times worse! I am going to deal with this and neither of your parental units will know what hit them!”

“What are you going to do?” Percival whimpered,

“As if I’d tell YOU that” I spat venomously.  

Hermione had heard everything.  She came over to me and said “Harry, I’m afraid it gets worse… Dumbledore paid the three of them to befriend us, Draco told me that this morning and Fred and George verified it.  and that’s not all, Harry sit down, I am about to drop a bombshell”

“Not here, let’s go and see Severus.  You can tell us both at the same time.”

“OK, good idea”

We got up… I kicked Ronald in the nuts again and glared at Dumbledore, “You rotten old goat, you’ll get yours.” I hissed and Hermione and I turned and walked out of The Great Hall and went down to see Severus.

“Harry” he said “What’s the matter?”

“Oh nothing… except that Ronald betrayed me and Hermione has something worse than that to tell us”

“Let’s sit down” Severus suggested and he summoned an elf to bring us refreshments.  

“OK Hermione, go on, tell us”

“Well… Draco, Fred and George confirmed this earlier… Harry, Lily Evans was not your mother.  Dumbledore used the Imperius curse to hoodwink her into believing that she was married to James Potter and was your mother, but she wasn’t.  You’re not an only child either, you’re a twin.  Remus and Sirius are your biological parents and… we went to Malfoy Manor and spoke with Lucius and Narcissa.  Draco is your twin brother.  Lucius is infertile because Rodolphus Lestrange hit him with a curse when he was fourteen years old.  It was the Avada Maxima Curse.”

“So… Dudley isn’t really my cousin?” “Yes he is, you’re just not related to muggles that’s all.  Dudley is Nymphadora Tonks little brother, he was kidnapped and put into another situation as well.”

“Dumbledore?” “Dumbledore”

I took a moment to attempt to digest that.  I was absolutely reeling.  I felt Severus squeeze my shoulder.

“Is my name really Harry Potter?” “No, it’s Perseus-Orion Black-Lupin” said Hermione “and Draco’s real name is Romulus-Xerxes Black-Lupin.”

“oh… so my whole worthless life is a total and utter lie?”

“Perseus, this changes nothing between you and I”

“Are you sure Sev? You fell for someone who is basically a lie”

“It gets worse” said Hermione “Dumbledore did the same thing to me.  I’m not an only child either.  He stole me from my parents as well… and my big sister.  My mother is Professor McGonagall and my father… is Tom Marvolo Riddle.  I’ve never even met him.  My sister is… or rather was lead to believe that she was Bellatrix Black-Lestrange.  A person that doesn’t even exist.  My real name is Natasha-Jane Riddle and my sister’s name is Persephone Rose Riddle.  Tom Riddle is the real Headmaster of Hogwarts.”

“Where is your father?” I asked “Perseus I have a bombshell of my own to drop on you.  Tom Riddle is the real Headmaster of Hogwarts. He raised me.  He didn’t adopt me — but he raised me after my bastard muggle father Tobias Snape murdered my mother Eileen Prince in front of me and Lily, he was sent to jail for a really long time. He raised Lucius as well.  He’s Lucius’s godfather.”  

The Floo rang, snapping us all out of our reverie.  It was Mrs Malfoy.

“Cissy? what’s the matter? Come through”

“Lucius is not himself Severus and I am worried.” “How can we help?”

“We need to find Tom” “I’m already on that” said a voice from the door”

“Metatron?” “Yes Severus it’s me.”

“Is Tom OK?” “Yes he’s fine, Serendipity is helping him explain everything to Minerva and to fix things with her.”

“Find Draco, Fred and George, then I need you to bring Lucius through”

“OK”

“What about revenge?” “Don’t worry Perse. We’ll get Dumbledore.”  

Metatron gathered everyone in Sev’s living room with a flick of his hand.

“We all know the truth now so it’s revenge time”

“Let’s form our own Mafia”

“OK Perse”

“I WANT PUBLIC REVENGE”

“Yes, so do I” said Romulus “Let’s hit Dumbledore where it hurts the most… his vaults at Gringotts!”

“Funny, I thought I heard him groan when I kicked his son Ronald in the nuts earlier tonight” I said with a sly grin.  

“You kicked Ronald in the nuts?” asked Lucius

“Yes.  He deserved it too.” I concluded “Hell, I should probably have aimed a crucio down there as well but oh well”

“Damn I wish Rodolphus Lestrange hadn’t been kissed the day after he attacked me.  I’d have loved some revenge” “I kicked him in the nuts after you were taken to the Infirmary” Narcissa admitted.

“That’s my witch!”

All of the males in the room, except for Metatron winced when Narcissa admitted to that.

“What?” said Metatron “I’m as anatomically impaired as a Ken Doll.”

“Next time I see Dumbledore I’m going to kick him there while wearing a steel toe-capped boot!” said Lucius

Everyone including Metatron shuddered at that!”

“Right… it’s show time… come on follow my lead.  I am forming my own mafia”

“Let’s go and give Dumbledore his comeuppance!”

We went upstairs.  Arthur was waiting for us.  He was furious.  

“Molly just told me every little thing that she’s done.  I’ve had her arrested and…” He collapsed, foaming at the mouth and twitching.

Severus sprang to action, took a phial of purple potion out of his pocket, added some of Arthur’s blood to it and cast a Timer charm.  After three minutes the potion turned a sickly yellow colour.

“He’s been poisoned” said Sev.  he conjured a stretcher and he and Lucius took Arthur to St Mungo’s but it was too late.  Arthur died not long after arriving at the hospital.  Lucius and Severus came back just as Sirius and Remus arrived at Hogwarts.  I had contacted them.  They performed a blood adoption ceremony, adopting Arthur’s four boys — Charlie, Bill, Fred and George.  Molly screamed and yelled but was ignored

“YOU ABUSED THOSE BOYS MOLLY PREWETT! YOU IGNORED THEM. YOU TREATED THEM LIKE A BURDEN” Sirius yelled “THEY ARE NO LONGER YOURS.”

“You’re just in time I’m about to take care of the goat problem” I told Remus “By forming my own mafia”

“I knew letting you watch The Godfather was a bad idea Harry” he said. I ignored him.

“Dumbledore isn’t going to know what has hit him”

Several hours later, Severus and I were cuddling on the couch, Sirius and Remus were sitting cuddling on the other couch.  A loud shrill scream was heard coming from Dumbledore’s office.  I had asked Dobby to leave him a little gift on his bed.  Obviously he found it.

“What did you do?” “Oh nothing, I had Dobby leave a horse’s head in Dumbledore’s bed.”

Everyone gasped and Severus said,

“Remind me never to cross you Perse"  

The next morning, As I entered the Great Hall, Dumbledore stood up.

“If it’s a war you want Mr Potter” he sneered,

“It is a war you shall have.”

I walked right up to him and slapped him right across his wrinkled old face as hard as I could. “MY NAME IS NOT HARRY POTTER YOU EVIL OLD GOAT! THE HORSE’S HEAD WAS JUST THE BEGINNING OF MY REVENGE… I AM GOING TO WREAK A TERRIBLE VENGEANCE UPON YOU AND YOUR FAMILY.  YOU WILL SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR ACTIONS”

I clicked my fingers and Lucius gave him The Kiss of Death before I clicked my fingers again and the Aurors flooded in led by Amelia Bones.

“Albus Percival Wolfric Brian Dumbledore, you are under arrest for embezzlement, fraud, kidnapping, endangerment of minors and impersonating a ministry appointed official” she said.

All kinds of merry hell broke loose…

The end, for now. Feel free to review just remember I was a special needs kid who went to CATHOLIC MAINSTREAM school so I’m not educated

[the-swan-star]

About

The Basics:

What is your full name? Cygnus Midas Black III

Do you have any nicknames? Cyg, Pheonica 

Where were you born? In Black Manor

When is your birthday? January 13

What are your parents’ names?  Pollux and Araminta

Do you have any siblings? Yes

Do you have any children? Yes, three lovely daughters.

Do you have a significant other/are you married? I have a lover, Abraxas and a wife, Druella. It is rather lucky they get along. Well most of the time but no one is perfect. 

What is your occupation? I work in the Department of Mysteries, the Time room to be exact. 

What is your blood status? Pure-blood

Appearance:

How do you typically dress? It depends on what I’m doing that day. But for work I usually wear a nicer version of casual wear and so on. I don’t need to be tampering with time in a suit. 

What color are your eyes? Grey

What color is your hair and how long is it? I’m the only Black with blond hair, rather ironic that. And I kept it long in my youth but now well it was quite regrettably chopped off in the Time room one afternoon. It’s taking quite a while to grow it back. 

Do you have any notable scars, tattoos, or birthmarks? I have a scar, well it looks more like an imprint actually, from where Walburga pushed me down the stairs. The bruise, which still holds the shape of the stairs, still remains. I have a small scar next to my ear from where a book fell on me in the library. And another by my eye when it was scraped as I fell off my broom. There’s another from when I went traveling with Abraxas in Africa. Rather deep claw marks from a rather upset lion. It was aiming for Abraxas but I’m not sorry to say it got a rather unfortunate chunk of me. 

Is there any jewelry you regularly wear? I quite like earrings and pocket watches. I’ll wear a few bracelets but they have to be heavy. 

Do you have any quirks, mannerisms, or other defining characteristics? Other than my aptitude for the fire arts?

School:

What school did you go to? If applicable, what house were you in? Hogwarts. I was placed in Slytherin with the rest of my family though I made sure never to tell Walburga the hat almost put me in Hufflepuff. 

Best subject: Astronomy, for obvious reasons. I guess the constellation names of the Blacks are good for something. Or maybe my love of stars is to blame. Maybe both. 

Worst subject: Potions. Every time I go near a cauldron it explodes. I swear they hate me.  

Favorite Subject: Other than astronomy? Perhaps history. 

Were you part of any clubs or sports teams? No I was quite happy to find other extracurricular activities to spend my spare time in. 

Are you still friends with people from school? I would say yes. I had quite a few friends, we keep in touch. 

Relationships:

How close are/were you to your parents? Not very, I’ve heard more words spoken between Alphard’s parrot and myself than my parents. They left me mostly alone unless they wanted something. 

What is your spouse/significant other like? Druella can be quite interesting. I love her in her own way. Though when she’s angry she reminds me of a ice sculpture the way she freezes. She beautiful though and gave me my daughters. For which I’m grateful. Abraxas though, we’ve been inseparable for years. I don’t think I could live without him, it’s hard enough when he leaves for ambassador meetings and I’m too busy to go. It hurts rather horribly. Lonely, well that word doesn’t do it justice now does it?

What is your relationship with your siblings like? I would love nothing more than to drown Walburga in the bathroom sink but Alphard is quiet and a good study partner and as long as he doesn’t pick a side in one of Walburga and I’s legendary fights then I consider us close. 

Who are your friends? Too many to name I’m afraid. I have several, some are close, some are distant. It would take me all day to name them all. 

Do you have any enemies? Yes but doesn’t everyone?

Do you care about what other people think of you? I hate to say it but yes, I’ve just become a master of letting it roll off my back. 

The Past:

What is your earliest memory? Nothing interesting I’m afraid. I was watching the grandfather clock in the hallway. I hid inside it when I heard Walburga screeching. 

How would you describe your childhood? Full of curiosities, time to learn and explore.  

What is your best memory? When the Malfoy Chaser took me up on a broom for the first time. I really hadn’t meant to faint but honestly it was so worth it. 

What is your worst memory? When I had to marry my daughters off to save them from Walburga and the madness.  

What were your favorite activities as a child? I loved and still love to fiddle with clocks. Take them apart put them back together, see how they tick. I also love riding, there’s nothing like it honestly. 

What is your biggest regret? Going on that trip to Egypt and leaving Andromeda to the mercy of Walburga. I should have known better, Burgie is always looking for a fight. 

If you could change one thing about your past, what would it be and why? Other than drowning Walburga in the bathroom sink? Probably smothering Orion with that gorgeous tapestry I know he hates. 

Let’s Get Personal:

What is your patronus? A Trumpeter swan. 

What is your boggart? My fire, and accidentally burning someone I care about. 

How would you describe the scent of amortentia? Gunpowder, clove cigarettes, African sun kissed water, mint, Sun-baked dirt during rain and a slice of ice. 

When was your first kiss? Fourth year with one of the upper years. Had to experiment sometime!

Have you ever been in love? Yes.

Are you a virgin? Ha! Not since fifth year thanks. I started early, but what can I say? I was a curious one.  

How active is your sex life? As active as I can possibly achieve without dying of exhaustion.

Likes/Dislikes:

What is your favorite food? Melted chocolate, especially if it’s chocolate mint.  

What is your least favorite food? Cherries. I can’t stand them, they’ve got all these pits in them and it’s just gross all around. 

What is your favorite color? Stormcloud grey. 

Do you smoke? No. I never had the taste for it.  

Do you drink? Yes, usually as much as I can get my hands on at the current time.

How do you spend your Friday nights? I don’t really have a set Friday night specific schedule. I could be at work or at home drinking tea. I could be talking with Druella or cuddling with Abraxas. It all really depends. 

What is your favorite book? The Song of Achilles

What is your favorite animal? A Siberian Tiger

What are your favorite and least favorite spells? Favorite: The Patronus Charm. Least favorite: Crucio

About Me:

What is your daily routine like? That really depends on what time I end up at work. The Time Room keeps odd hours and so therefore so do I. I try and have lunch with a friend or Druella. Dinner is iffy honestly most of the time I have a tendency to skip if I’m working. Evenings I’ll often either spend with my daughters, Druella or Abraxas. It changes rather often really. 

What are your strengths? I’m rather good at fire spells? But I’m sure we all understand why. My ability to care for others and my compassion.

What are your weaknesses? My fear of heights, my tendency to get easily seasick, my slight problem with almost getting eaten by everything - Abraxas. I think he’s over exaggerating I simply wanted to pet it. That was all.  

Do you like yourself? I’m afraid not. 

What is your most notable character trait? I tend to be rather affectionate.

Favorite thing about your appearance? The claw marks on my forearm. They make for an interesting story piece and the girls love making up stories for it. It’s also for the fact that those scars are present so that Abraxas didn’t acquire another pair.  

Least favorite thing about your appearance? My short hair. I’d like to grow it out again someday. 

Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Extrovert.