#to bed a death eater chapter 5

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Snape's First Year of Teaching [Part 5 FINAL]

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⚠️ as per usual , death, mentions of death, and death eater attacks ⚠️

Chapter word count: 6571

Total work word count: 24,244

That is how the following month went for you. You started bringing Severus around your father and his 'friends' more often. During the holiday break you spent the whole time at the Malfoy Manor.

You watched from across the room as Severus made the dark lord laugh. Tom threw his head back and cackled, he had just started looking more and more ... grey over the weeks.

Back at school you taught Severus how to steel his emotions and to use his powers more subtly. When he spent the weekends with you you had the most vivid dreams of him. What he did to you in those dreams made your toes curl. It also made you internally scream once you woke, always wanting for more.

During the lessons you had to admit he was actually becoming quite powerful and had even managed to break through your wall at one point. You played it off but deep down it scared you. You knew your unbreakable vow to Dumbledore forbid you from speaking about your plans but you didn't know how that would work if Severus saw something about it in your mind...

You brought this up to Dumbledore the next time you saw him.

"Miss Burke, I can understand you concern, but you needn't worry much longer. I foresee Severus becoming very busy before the year is up."

You weren't exactly sure what that meant but you knew the dark lord was close to doing whatever it was that he had planned. He only needed to take care of one minor detail. He was looking for them, the Potters, he believed their son was the key to his success.

You didn't understand how an infant impeded his plans but trying to talk about it with Severus made him shut down entirely. You were terrified of what the dark lord could have done to make Severus so afraid.

School was coming to an end and the disappearances had ramped up. Whole families could be wiped off the face of the Earth in a day. Owls came constantly, always with bad news.

Soon Muggle born students were leaving the school early. Their parents going into hiding to try and stay safe. Even some half blood families showed up and took their children away. It was dark times. You worried for the safety of all your students and fellow staff members.

You leaked information that needed to be leaked. You passed on information true and false. Left and right you treaded carefully unsure of who you could trust, worried that your current perceived loyalties would get you attacked by the very side you truly fought for, and weather or not you would be found a fraud by the side you dwelled so deeply in.

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Laying in bed with Severus his finger lightly traced up and down your leg. The windows were cracked open slightly to let the cool breeze in but it was drizzling outside. You had on a tank top and shorts and Severus was in his usual long sleeves and full length pants.

You noticed he didn't even roll his sleeves up anymore, not since he got the dark lords mark on his arm. You really liked when he rolled his sleeves up while making potions or cooking, the flex in his forearm always took your breath away and now you didn't even get to enjoy that!

"Severus?"

"hmm? yes darling?"

You pressed your thighs together, his sleepy voice sending shivers down your spine. No amount of self satisfaction could replace the feelings you felt in your dreams. If that ever happens for real you hope it feels just like that.

"I want to have sex with you."

Severus was fully awake now. "What?!" he sat up making you sit up too.

"I want to see you naked. I want to have sex with you. You've seen me naked... I think it's only fair if I get to see you too."

Severus's mouth opened and shut like a fish, he didn't know where to look.

"You don't want to see me... like that" he said settling for looking at his hands as they bunched and unbunched the blankets over and over.

"I do!" You cup his cheeks and try to get him to look at you. "Please Sev, I want to be close to you. We don't know what the future holds for us right now and I just want to know that I got to be with you at least once before I die." Severus flinched at the word die.

"You arn't going die!" He snapped.

"You don't know that!" You snap back.

Severus looks back at his hands. No, he doesn't know that. He doesn't even know if you will still want to be with him knowing the truth. He doesn't want to lose you but he doesn't see this ending well for either of you. He thought it best that he didn't sleep with you, he didn't want to make you have any more feelings for him than you already did.

If you hadn't been so easy to love, so giving to him, so attentive and understanding, he doesn't think he would even be able to put up with you long enough to see this mission through.

"Severus," you whine. You kiss him, then kiss his cheeks, then his neck, in that sensitive spot that makes his breath catch every time. Severus's head lolls to the side, enjoying the affection. You nuzzle his neck letting your quickening breath brush his ear.

You palm the crotch of his pants and feel him stiffen beneath your fingers.

"Let me at least taste it?" That got his attention.

"Yo..you.. you wanna suck on my..." You sat up on your knees, both hands resting on his thighs, you smile and nod eagerly.

"I um.. well you... we can't... I .. I um" he was stuttering and fumbling and you watched him for awhile.

"Can you look in my mind for a minute?" You ask slidding your hands up his thighs a little higher.

Severus shakes his head yes and you feel his now familiar cloud of smoke hesitantly enter your mind. You mentally curl yourself around him and pull him towards a set of memories. Plunging head first you show him every dream you've had of him over the past few months.

Severus saw you two tangled together on the bed. He watched himself fuck you soft and slow and then rough and fast. He saw himself eating you out and the look on your face as he did so. He heard your moans, the way you cried out his name, and how you begged for him.

For a brief moment he saw you tied up in various ways, then a series of dreams involving toys, and then of there being two of him at the same time with you. His eyebrows shot up, he couldn't even imagine himself doing some of these acts, but he couldn't deny the way it all made his cock achingly hard.

Finally he saw the two of you, lying in bed, red faced and sweaty. He watched as you leaned over and kissed his dream self. You both sigh in content.

The real you guides him out of your head. Severus opens his eyes to see you staring at him.

"Well... what do you think?" You ask

"I want you to take off your pants," he said, his voice shaking.

"Also," he waved his wand and all the windows shut, the curtains were drawn, and all the candles had been snuffed out. Leaving you in a soft dim lit room. He waved his wand again and it was next to pitch black dark. "I don't want you to see me"

"Severus... I want to see you. I want to look at your body."

"No, I can't, I'm not comfortable ...."

"Okay, okay. Severus it's okay" you reach for him and rub soothing circles into his wrists. "You'll let me see when your ready." You give his wrists a squeeze and he squeezes your arms back.

You lean in to kiss him accidently bonking your head on his nose. "Okay maybe a little more light " he hisses and a soft glow enters the room. Now you can make out a rough outline of everything like when you wake up in the dark and can kinda see around you.

You give his nose a little kiss and then move down his neck. Straddling his waist you grind your hips into him. His cock is straining against his pants.

"Allow me" you say and wave your wand to vanish both of your clothes. You both gasp at the sudden chill of the room and the warmth of your full bodies touching together.

Severus feels your wet heat against his thighs, his cock twitches against his stomach.

You climb off of him and then off the bed. Holding out your hand you help pull him to his feet. Kissing down his chest you hear the sudden gasp, Severus hissing as you neared his cock. You licked down the length of it once and felt his knees buckle slightly as a moan parted his lips.

You licked it again on the side and then the other side. You then swirled your tongue around the tip of it. You noticed he shuttered slightly when your tongue brushed along the underside of his cock head. You focused your attention there and had him twitching soon after. His hand rested on your shoulder now the other gripped the headboard of the bed.

You took the whole tip in your mouth and sucked. Severus's hips bucked into your mouth, shoving his cock deeper down your throat. The feel making his moan more. You Bob your head up and down on his cock. Your pattern of Bob, Bob, Bob, swirl your tongue around the tip, Bob, Bob, Bob again had him squeezing the headboard trying not to fuck into your mouth. His hand on your shoulder moved into your hair. His fingers were light his nails scratching gently at your scalp.

Suddenly he held your head in place for a beat before pulling out completely.

"If you keep doing that I am going to cum" Severus panted.

"Well good that was my goal"

He kissed you "I know but I don't want to cum before I get a chance to make you cum"

You smile and kiss him back, "well do you want to ..." you lean back into the pillows and let your knees fall open.

Severus can't see too well but he reaches out a finger and traces along your folds. He finds your clit and circles it a few times with his finger tips. You sigh, your head dipping back further into the pillows.

He lays down on his belly and kisses along your calf all the way up to your thighs. His kisses turn into small nips followed by his tongue licking the sting away.

Your skin was flush, you couldn't believe this was actually happening. Part of you felt like you would wake any moment frustrated again. But then Severus's tongue pressed against your entrance licking down and up and around your clit.

You sigh with pleasure lifting your hips slightly to get closer to his mouth. He holds your butt up with his hands and let's his tongue dive deep between your folds.

It feels so good but you want more.

"Sev, use your fingers" you moan. Severus slides his tongue up to your clit again and begins to suck on it while pushing in two fingers.

The stretch feels nice but as he moves them in and out you feel like he is not hitting the right angle.

"Darling turn your hand over" Severus flipped his palm up "now curl your fingers slightly... little more... mmmhmm yesss oh gods. Okay now try" Severus curled his fingers just as you asked and then started pumping them in and out of you. The moans coming from you now were getting louder.

Your thighs started to twitch and your hands fisted the blankets as your orgasam drew closer. "Ooh Severus yes please just a little more" you beg and he picks up the speed. His tongue massaged your clit. He felt your walls tighten around your fingers, your breathing getting faster and then you called out his name as your orgasam crashed over you.

You were panting as Severus kept slowly moving his fingers in and out letting you ride out your orgasam. The feeling too much you gently pushed his hand away.

"That was ... oh man... that was amazing" you breath trying to catch your breath.

"Think you're ready to keep going?"He traced his fingers up and down your soaking wet opening and then smeared it on his cock. You watched him and nodded your head and licking your lips.

He climbs over you, positioning his cock at your entrance. He slides the tip up and down making you squirm.

He enters slowly stopping when he here's you hiss threw your teeth. "I'm sorry I'm sorry.." He begins.

"No," you cut him off "it's good. Keep going. I like it" you push you heels into his butt to nudge him forward. He slides in easily and you moan at the stretch and how he massaged against your walls so soon after your orgasam. Your body shuttered when he finally was all the way in.

"You okay?" He asked propping himself on one elbow so he could brush the hair from your face and kiss you.

You nod against the kiss and slide your tongue across his bottom lip. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and moan against it as he pulls out.

He moves gently, watching your face with every push and pull. You get accustomed to the feeling of him inside you. He groans as your walls flex on his cock.

"Do you think you can cum again? " He asks sucking on your neck.

You moan "yes" and arch your back into him.

Your hand slides down to your clit and you being rubbing small circles into it.

Your walls squeeze against his cock again and his hips sputter out of rhythm. He picks up the speed and deep moans escape his clenched jaw. He lifts your hips and dives deeper inside you.

"I think I gunna...." He begins and before he has a chance to think or pull out he cums hard. He trusts his cock deep in your pussy as his seed paints your walls sending you over the edge. You both cry out and he holds onto your legs for support.

He pulls the top sheet loose and tucks into between your legs. Then he retrieves the blanket from the floor and covers both of you with it.

You snuggle into his side and he holds you close.

"I love you" He whispers as he kisses the top of your head.

"I love you" you whisper against his neck. He twitches, he is so sensitive there.

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After school ended you invited Severus to spend the summer with you.

He accepted

The both of you didn't foresee how much time you will be at the Malfoy Manor nor how often you would be with other people.

The Potters were still in hiding and doing a fine good job of it. It made the dark lord more aggressive and frantic. His hair had now fallen out.

Every time you both thought you would have some time together Severus would end up leaving clutching his burning forearm. That cursed dark mark.

One afternoon you were in Severus's room both of you in a state of undress his mouth firmly latched onto your nipple. When the door slammed open. Lucius Malfoy barged in followed by your father and then the dark lord himself.

Severus thrusted his shirt over you snapping, "Do you mind!" before he saw Voldemort.

He shot to his feet, "My lord!"

You father was pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes screwed shut. "Mel, can you please go wait outside... and put some clothes on before somebody sees you!" he snapped throwing his cloak over your shoulders and ushering you out of the room.

"I doubt there is anybody who hasn't seen. " Lucius purred and you tried to spin around in your fathers arm so you could spit in his face. His hands clamped down on your arms though stopping you and giving you one final push out before slamming the door.

You went back to your room and found some of your own clothes to put on and left Severus's shirt and your fathers cloak on the floor. The house elves would probably take care of it but you didn't care, how could they both stand there and let Lucius say that! You growled to yourself and stomp off to the library.

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The night before Voldemort was 'holding court' as he liked to call it. Where we all gathered around and watched him torture someone, or make them spill your darkest secrets, or even to just curse someone and make them do ridiculous things.

This night a scared, rat looking boy, around your age came to 'request an audience with his darkness'.

He said that he had information on where the Potter's were. He told them the house and when he would be next on watch duty and the dark lord could just waltz in and take care of business.

The dark lord sent scouts out to be sure and the following morning they confirmed they were there! Severus was distraught requested an private audience with Voldemort.

You waited around for Severus but he was gone for the rest of the day. You had no idea where they had went. You spent the day wondering the halls and then after dinner went to wait for Severus in his room. You fell asleep waiting for him.

You woke to a crash and yelling and then the shattering of glass. You leapt out of bed looking around frantically. No sign of Severus or even of him being here at all in the night.

Outside the yelling is getting closer and you recognize curses being shouted. You grab your wand and move to rush out of the room but the door slams into you first. Two ministry men rush in and seize you and take your wand. You are arrested and put in the back of a carriage with the remaining living Death Eaters.

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Several compounds were infiltrated and more and more people were either sentenced to Azkaban or confessed enough names of known death eaters to be set free.

Once word got around that naming names would set you free several people started to talk.

A lot of more 'influential' people were able to face trial and be found "innocent".

During a transport you saw him. Severus! He was slumped in the cell face hidden by his hair.

"Severus!" you call out. He looks up weakly but then sees you. He sits up his hand pressed against the bars but then you are pushed into the next room. They place you in a small circular cage and crank it up to the next floor. You find yourself in the middle of a court room. Several people all around you, stacks of paper covering any open space. Two men beside you start turning spikes into the cage so you can't move too much in the space. One spike pricks your cheek and it stings and welts with blood.

"Melyra Hawkthorn Burke." A man calls out to the room

"Read the charges" A dull man drones as he scribbles on the sheet in front of him.

"Miss Burke is charged with conspiracy of being a Death Eater, conspiring with Death Eaters, and the deaths of Marissa Davenport, The Elklong family, and the Kingsburrow family." Said the announcer

The dull man doesn't look up but continues to scribble on his sheet. "And how does the client plea?"

"Not guilt!" you shout. He looks up at you.

"And what evidence do you have that supports your plea?"

"What evidence do you have that places ME at those murders. I've never killed anyone! Bring me my wand and I'll prove it to you!"

"At this time council is not bringing in any wands for examination ..."

"HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO PROVE I DIDN'T KILL THEM IF YOU DON'T CHECK MY WAND!" You shout.

The man blinks slowly and sighs, "Please take miss Burke back to her cell..."

"YOU BASTARD!" you shout as they lower you back down.

"...where she can await her transport to Azkaban."

The cage lowers beyond and no one will listen to you anyways. At the last moment you see Dumbledore's face sitting contently in the crowd. 'He didn't vouch for you!?!' you thought angerly.

On your way back to your cell you shout to Severus, "I'M THINKING OF YOU!"

He doesn't move from his spot on the floor and you hope he understands....

Hours pass and nothing. You scream inside your head for him but feel nothing. You can't see him from here but you assume he will be going up soon to be charged as well and he should know that Dumbledore is just sitting in the audience watching!

Finally as you are about to fall asleep you feel the smoke creeping inside your mind. You visualize your 'trial' again so he can see the verdict. He doesn't say or do anything. He is probably too stunned to know what to say. They have been betrayed after all they have done, after all they sacrificed.

You felt him pull away and try and call him back but you are alone again.

You sat on the floor, pulled your knees up, and cried.

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Days went by and you waited to here from Severus but never did.

Finally you were set to be transported to Azkaban. You couldn't breath, you felt the panic rising up inside of you, and then a rush of calm. As you saw the guard put his wand in his back pocket as he unlocked the cell with a metal key.

Without thinking further you rushed the cell door and shoved it as hard as you could. The edge of it swung and caught the guard in the nose. You snatched his wand from his pocket and took off. You took a longer way to see if Severus was still in the cell from before but he was gone. You heard shouting and ran further down the hall. Around a bend through a door and into a broom closet.

Gasping for breath you clutched the wand to your chest tightly and tried to steady yourself to think.

First you tried the wand with a little levitation spell, it responded nicely to you! One thing in your favor. You cast the legilimens spell and search for the familiar feeling of Severus. He wasn't anywhere down here. You worried he was already on his way to Azkaban.

You tried summoning your wand but unfortunately it didn't work. 'They had probably already destroyed it by now' you thought bitterly. You picked your way along the corridors until you found yourself at the stairwell. You climbed all the way to the top most landing and went out the door. On the roof you were able to cast a vine spell to climb down the side of the ministry.

Once on the ground you ran, you didn't know what you were going to do but you knew you couldn't go back.

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Severus clutched his chest as he fell to his knees in Dumbeldore's office.

"You said you would keep them safe!" He wailed "You said they would be safe! You promised!" He cried and cried as the rain fell against the headmasters window.

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You couldn't go anywhere in the wizarding world without being recognized now. You decided to lie low until you could brew a polyjuice potion and find out what happened to Severus.

A month of living in the muggle world had really put a lot of things into perspective for you. You used as little magic as possible to ensure you wouldn't be found out and spent a great deal of time inside. You neighbors thought you were shy but you really just didn't want them to get to know you. You didn't plan on staying after.

Once it was ready you found a ministry employee and knocked them out to steal their hair and their clothes.

Entering the ministry was easy and you were able to get to the records room without any interruptions. Taking another swig of potion before you began your search you looked for Severus's court files to find out where he was. It should have the cell number he is in in Azkaban and you would be able to figure.... Your train of thought halts completely when you see the green rectangular stamp across his main file page reading 'PARDONED". He was pardoned, he was free! You were too busy celebrating to really think what that meant.

By now it was almost September and Severus would probably still be at home getting ready to go to the school. You disaperate to his flat in London.

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Severus is packing his trunk when he hears a whoosh of clothes and sees a cloud of smoke curling out from his living room. Wand drawn at the ready he creeps to the doorway.

"Severus?" you call in just above a whisper.

He startles and jumps out from the bedroom casting to stun you. You deflect. He casts again, you deflect again.

"Severus!" you snap. Another spell

"Stop it!" Deflect

"Its me, Lyra!" spell

"Nonsense, Lyra is dead!" He hisses twirling his wand before sending out ropes to wrap around you. You can't react fast enough and they tie you up and you fall over your balance gone.

"Severus!" you screech as you fall to the floor with a thud.

"How can I prove its me? Look into my mind and you'll know for certain!"

"Even if it is really you" He spat as he knelt down in front of you "you got her killed! This is all your fault! You told Voldemort where they were hiding!"

"Who?! I didn't tell him anything!" you struggle against the ropes but its no use. Your wand is just out of reach.

"Please, Severus, it's me! I would never do anything to harm you!" you whine. Severus's face in inches from yours.

"Dumbledore told me how you've been lying to me this whole time!" his voice was flat now, emotionless. He spoke so calmly.

"No Severus please it's not like that! It was at first but I really did have feelings for you! I still do!"

"You used me!" he yells

"I had no choice!" You shout back

"There is always a choice Melyra!"

"Then what is your excuse!?"

You both are nose to nose, breathing heavy, and red faced with anger. Severus looks away first and stands up. He steps back from you and waves his wand, taking away the ropes.

"Get out of my sight." he spits. You try to argue but he just shouts "OUT!" and pushes his want against your throat until you back away.

"Severus" you whimper your eyes blinking away tears. "Please"

"I never want to see you again!" He screams and slams the door in your face.

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You decide to leave England and go on a safari expedition. You thought you had contracted some unknown dieses but it turns out you were pregnant. You gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, Pollux Emery.

You raise him while traveling from Algeria to Nepal and everywhere in between that had never heard of you. You took on the last name Hawkthorn for yourself and your son and left Burke back in England.

Ten years had passed when you entered your house, Pollux right behind you and find a man sitting at your table drinking your brandy.

"He has returned" the man says setting the glass down.

You send a reluctant and curious Pollux to his room and pour yourself your own glass. After drinking it all and refilling it you finally speak.

"And what do you want me to do? Hmm? I'm a wanted woman. I won't get involved with the death eaters again. It's too dangerous.... I have too much at stake...." you say as your eyes cast to Pollux's closed door.

"The boy? Is he...?"

"Mine? Yes." You say firmly.

"The Potter boy lives. He is to start school this year. I have had all crimes against you absolved. I did so shortly after your trial." He adds with a smirk.

"And you tell me this now!? Convenient." You scoff

"You are a difficult person to find. I have held up my end of the bargain. I would like you to do the same."

Your forearm burns and the mark of an unbreakable vow surfaces on your skin in angry red welts before fading away again.

You sigh, "does he know?"

"Severus? Oh I haven't told him anything."

You furrow your eyebrows. "He thinks I'm the reason someone got killed. He said you told him everything."

"I merely explained to Severus that you had been on our side the whole time, working for me. He has clearly found whatever you two have... had, something that can't continue knowing this information now."

"Does he know you are asking me to come back?" You say cautiously.

"No."

"So you are going blindside him?"

"Severus is on a need to know bases... if you refuse then telling him would be a waste of time."

"It's not like I can really refuse!" You snap.

"He will find out in due time. Meanwhile, what arrangements can you make for.. " Dumbledore waves his hand in the air indicating your son.

"Pollux" you say firmly

"Ah, the brightest star and a demigod among his mortal twin."

"He will come with me. I know he's too young to start school but he can be my assistant and help with the greenhouse. Knowing the years I've seen we will need plenty of medicinal plants." You sigh and stand from the table. You leave no room for further discussion as you open the door and motion for Dumbledore to exit.

Standing he looks around the room fondly, "I shouldn't need to remind you of the boundaries of your vow but just as a reminder, you mustn't speak of this to anyone." He placed a finger against his lips and then ducked out the door.

Pollux cracked his door open, "mom?"

"Come down darling. How much did you hear?"

"Everything" he admitted with his head bowed.

You nodded your head unable to say anything more on the subject.

"So it's a school? " He asks, you nod your head.

"For kids with magic? Like me?" You nod again

"Amazing! Let's go! How big is it? Do I get to see the whole thing? Will there be kids my age? Can I get a wand like you?...." his questions rattled on and on. You both talked well into the night.

"And one more thing..." you take a great big sigh "the man who is your father will be there... " you watch watch his face over the rim of your glass. His face changes from glad to angry to confused.

"...will I meet him?" He says into his own mug.

"If you'd like. The castle is big enough you could avoid meeting him all together... I'm not sure how he will react given... everything" you couldn't explain any further you tongue heavy in your mouth.

He's questioned it before and you simply told him that his father and you didn't want to be around each other anymore. You also let him know his father had no idea about him because you never got the chance to tell him.

"If he knew about you I'm sure he would have done anything to be in your life." You said

"Well we will see won't we..."

You hide your smile in your tea and try not to roll your eyes. Your sweet boy had an air for the dramatics.

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You levitated your trunks in front of you as you walk along the grounds towards the green house. You get everything settled and tell Pollux to stay near the shed while you go talk with someone.

"My dad?" He asks in that tone I hope doesn't stick around as he gets older.

"Yes, and you will stay here."

"Ugh fine!" He groans and you roll your eyes.

You hope Severus is here already setting up his classroom. If you remember correctly he always came as early as possible.

Finding the potions door proped open and the sound of him humming to himself you knew he was in there.

You felt stuck to the floor as you stood in the hall.

"Whoever you are. You might as well. Come. In" a deep slow voice calls from inside the room.

Your heart seizes and you hold your breath.

"Well...?" The voice says again.

You almost turn and run but them you force yourself to move through the doorway.

Severus looks older, not only with the passing of time but also the hardships he has faced. He is still just as beautiful to you though.

He is shuffling through a stack of parchment when he finally looks up hearing your steps on the damp stone.

He pales.

"Before you start yelling," you caution stepping in further. He rounds the desk the papers falling to the floor.

"I need to tell you..." He reaches for you and you force yourself not the flinch. He touches your cheek so feather soft. Feeling you solid before him and wraps you in his arms and starts crying.

You both slide down to the floor as he holds you close to his chest as it heaves with heavy sobs.

"I . . I. .. thought. . You you you were dead!" He wails. "I looked for you everywhere after the fall! I should have never sent you away." He pulles your face off his chest to look into your eyes and then kisses you.

Your body relaxes back into his as if no time has passed. Without breaking the kiss he waves his wand snd the door slams shut. He shoves the remaining papers off the desk and lifts you on top of it. He kisses you like a starved man, moaning into your mouth.

"I've missed you so much!" You cry tears trickling down your cheeks. He licks them up for you and then wipes his thumbs under your eyes brushing the rest away.

He kisses you more urgently now his hands tugging and pulling on your skirts. He slides your underwear and stockings down around your ankles and pauses to look into your eyes.

You smile and nod your head as he undoes his belt with a slapping sound. Your body shutters, you roll your hips against him and he eases you down off the desk and bends you over it instead.

Stepping out of your undergarments entirely he nudges your feet further apart with his foot. He leans his body over yours and whispers in your ear.

"I have waited so long for this" and presses his cock into your wet heat.

You moan as you pushes into you. Once fully sheathed inside of you he wiggles his hips back and forth making your back arch. He pushes your head back down on the desk then grabs onto your hips and holds them down as he pulls back out.

His cock thrusts in and out of you comfortably at first then Severus's pace picks up. His hips are slapping against your backside as he thrusts into you again and again.

You whimper as the electric feeling gathers in your belly. Your body jerks up as you cum around his cock.

One hand still on your hip he wraps his other around around your chest and holds you against him. Your head tipped back on his shoulder moaning into his ear and he rode out your orgasam, your walls flexing around him until he spills inside of you with a whine.

He kisses along your jaw then nibbles on your ear lobe affectionately.

You sigh satisfied and spent.

You brave yourself against the desk as he let's you go. Your legs wobble but you stay upright.

He pushes tour shoulders forward so he can watch as the mixture of both of your fluids gushes out after his cock. He waves his wand reluctantly to clean it up.

After a few moments to catch your breath you both right your clothes and Severus summons you a glass of water.

"Thanks" you sigh and then drink the whole thing down.

"What now? What are you doing here?"

"Do have any firewhiskey?" You ask sheepishly.

He looks confused but waves his wand as he walks up the back stairs to his room. You follow him up and are pleasantly surprised the room looks exactly the same. He waved his wand and a glass of iced firewhiskey floated to you. He held his own, neat.

You decided to break the big news first.

"You have a son."

He chokes and sputters on his drink and you quickly look away as you take a giant swig of yours.

He steps closer to you, "I have a son" he whispers stunned he sinks into the arm chair next to you.

You sit in his lap and tell him as much of the story as you can. Finally done he sits in silence. You have finished your drink and the refill that followed. Severus hadn't tried to take another sip of his.

"Can I meet him?" He asks just above a whisper, his fingers trace up and down your arm as he holds you to him.

"Of course, he wants to meet you too." Severus jumps out of the chair setting you a little sloppily on the ground.

"Is he here? What's his name?"

"Pollux. Pollux Emery. He's in the greenhouse."

"Pollux" he whispers to himself and nods. "And he's what? 9? 10?" He asks.

"He just turned 10 this spring"

"What's he like?"

You told him stories all about your son. How clever he was and funny. How he reminded you of Severus.

"Well atleast now he can get a proper education. No son of mine is going to be galavanting across the continent only learning about silly plants and animals"

"What's that supposed to mean?" You ask defensively.

Severus shrugged, "you did what you thought was best for our son but now that I'm here we can give him something much better."

"Lux is perfectly happy with how his life has been. He has learned and experienced things people can only dream of."

"While all that is incredible it sounds like you've raised my son to be some kind of wild child."

"He's not some wild child, he is perfectly respectable."

"And he will learn far better with some structure in his life. No son of mine... " He begins but you cut him off.

"HE'S NOT YOUR SON!" You snap. The pure panic welling up inside of you. You take a breath and try to meet his eye. "I mean to say that it's been just him and I for a long time. I know you were robbed of that time with him and I want you to be able to meet him. But please don't push it. I will do whatever is best for him. I am his mother and I've raised him all on my own." You feel your body calming down as you reach for his hand. "I'm sorry Severus. I really want you to meet him. Keep in mind though... you are a stranger to him. You are blood but you are not known. Let's create a relationship with him first before you try and parent him"

Severus is feeling a swell of emotions but he had to admit you were right. He had worked with children long enough to know if he tried to push anything they would only resist.

"Alright, alright." He says taking your hand. "Let me meet him."

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I LOVE YOUR FIC CHANGES!!!!! I HOPE YOU UPDATE SOON!!!!!

THANK U BBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. ILY MUAH. I was updating like every day but then i got my period... i mean i fell into a pit of darkness and didn't have the energy to climb out. How bizarre. ANYWAYS, HERE'S YOUR FOOD.

Title: Changes Ch: 5/?

Rating: M (I'm just putting that as the rating in general for every ch lol)

Word count:2291

Warnings: Depressed clown :(

Chapter excerpt:

"Mihawk keeps asking about you," Mohji announces all of a sudden, "He keeps asking if you're okay and if your illness is something serious." Hawkeye keeps asking about him… Why? To know if he's died yet? What a joke! That man doesn't care about Buggy, why is he even wasting his breath asking about him? "I just keep telling him that you have the flu, and he's always like, 'Ah…is that so? Tell him I hope he feels better.' Isn't that…ridiculous?!" Yeah, that is rather ridiculous.  Buggy has a hard time believing that Mihawk is genuinely concerned about him, but at the same time, he can't imagine why he'd just pretend to care either. It's weird.

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The next several days are on an endless loop for Buggy. He stays in bed all day, unwilling to come face to face with Mihawk after his little drunken rant from days prior, afraid of what Mihawk will say to him now that he's completely sober. So, he stays in bed, either sleeping or lost in thought. He should be preparing men, supplies, and their new flagship for departure, but he can't bring himself to do it. At the very least he should be making sure everything on Emptee Bluffs Island is going smoothly, and yet… he doesn't care about that either. 

Being in Cross Guild is so…exhausting.

Crocodile has called for meetings every single day, and every day, Buggy has one of his men lie and say he's sick. He's missed about 10 meetings now, he thinks. He can't remember, everything is starting to blend in together. All he knows is that sooner or later Crocodile is going to get pissed and come looking for him, and then what? Beat him up? Threaten him? Actually, kill him this time? 

Man, who cares?

Cabaji, Mohji, and Richie, often come by and sit with him, usually overly worried about Buggy's well-being and not believing him when he says he's just sick or tired, but of course, Buggy always tells them that he's fine. 

Today, they're with him again, sitting by his bed and trying to get him to eat some of the sea king the other members of the crew somehow caught and killed today. "Captain…" Mohji sighs, "Come on, at least take a couple of bites." He asks, but he sounds more like he's begging than asking. "You've hardly eaten anything these last few days." While that is very true, it's because Buggy doesn't have much of an appetite these days, nothing tastes right or really interests him, and god knows he doesn't have the energy to make his own food…just… he just wants to sleep.

Buggy sits in his bed, slightly peeved that Cabaji and Mohji insist he sit up in general, and looks down at the sea king on his plate. He's not normally a picky eater, you can't be picky when you've spent most of your life at sea, but… this thing reminds him eerily of a poison dart frog with its vibrant color and spots, yet at the same time, it's got fins and a body like a snake... He doubts his men would actually cook up something poisonous, they aren't that naive…but still, Buggy has no interest in this fish..frog…snake thing. 

But if he did die from ingesting it…that'd just be his luck, wouldn't it? Death seems… inescapable at this point, and he often wonders just what or who will end up taking his life first. "I'm not hungry," Buggy repeats, but Mohji and Cabaji seem determined today.

 

"Just take a couple of bites, please, Captain?" Mohji practically begs, "Just a couple, it's actually really good!" Doubt it, Buggy thinks. 

Cabaji follows suit, "Yeah, just take a couple of bites and if you don't like it, you don't have to eat the whole thing! We'll just feed the rest to Richie, right, Mohji?" 

"Right!" 

Buggy really doesn't want to eat anything, but he hates to make the other two worry, so he ends up taking a couple of bites of his lunch, and yeah, it isn't bad…it's one of the better-tasting sea kings that he's had, this one actually tastes like chicken despite its weird appearance, but Buggy still only eats a couple of bites, just enough to get the other two off his back and then hands Mohji his plate to give to Richie. 

He wants to lie back down, but the others won't let him. "Um, Captain?" Cabaji calls out, seemingly a little nervous, "Uh, how about I run you a warm bath and…uh, How about I help you wash and brush your hair today?" Cabaji suggests with a small grin. Oh, yeah, basic needs are a thing. Man, Buggy really doesn't care about any of that stuff anymore, he's going to die anyways, so what's the point? He'll just ask one of his men to make him look nice for his funeral. 

"Okay?" Cabaji asks, still smiling.

Buggy understands what this really is about. This is a very polite and roundabout way of telling him he needs to bathe, but none of his men would ever outright tell him he stinks so they have to use words like, 'Oh, how about I run you a bath and help you wash your hair today?' Or, 'Wow, you look like you need to relax…how about a nice bath?' 

Whatever. 

Buggy lets Cabaji run him a bath, and he sits and waits in bed while he prepares everything for him. He watches Richie eat his leftover sea king, and can't help but think how nice it'd be to be a lion, well, actually a cat. If reincarnation exists, he thinks he'd like to live a carefree life as a cat, a spoiled one too. Being a pirate isn't something he thinks he'd want to do again unless he could live a life with his old crew again, this time a happy one that isn't cut short, maybe then he'd be a pirate again... Or he could be a star in the sky, that'd be nice. 

"Mihawk keeps asking about you," Mohji announces all of a sudden, "He keeps asking if you're okay and if your illness is something serious." Hawkeye keeps asking about him… Why? To know if he's died yet? What a joke! That man doesn't care about Buggy, why is he even wasting his breath asking about him? "I just keep telling him that you have the flu, and he's always like, 'Ah…is that so? Tell him I hope he feels better.' Isn't that…ridiculous?!" Yeah, that is rather ridiculous.  Buggy has a hard time believing that Mihawk is genuinely concerned about him, but at the same time, he can't imagine why he'd just pretend to care either. It's weird.

"Crocodile has asked about you too, but only once, and when I told him you had the flu, he rolled his eyes at me and went: 'Of course that dumb clown is sick.' And then walked away! I tell ya, I don't know what the others see in those two!" Mohji frowns, "They're so mean to you! I… I think if we all banned together then we could…you know…." He whispers the next part of his sentence, "Show them who's boss."

Honestly if Buggy thought he and or his crew had a chance against Mihawk and Crocodile, then he would have had both of them taken out a long time ago, but he knows even with an army of men, he couldn't take out one of his business partners, let alone both. It's a fun thought though, "Let's not waste our time," Buggy replies, exhaling a long, shaky sigh, "Besides, it's like I told you before, I can handle those two! Do you really think I'd let them beat and bully me?!" 

Mohji just stares at him from his seat, obviously not convinced but he doesn't push the subject any further, and thank God for that.

Cabaji reappears a few moments after that, telling Buggy his bathwater is ready, and in all honesty, Buggy rather not do this, but he doesn't feel like hearing the other two complain either. He follows Cabaji into the bathroom and tells him he can at least bathe himself, and somewhere at the back of Buggy's mind he feels like he should feel more ashamed by the situation, but he doesn't. His former captain always told him that good friends don't judge you when you're at your lowest times and that they instead help you when no one else will, and so maybe that's why he has no guilt about letting Cabaji wash his hair. He'd do the same for him and then some. He and Mohji are more than just subordinates, they're friends, no, they're family, and honestly Buggy doesn't deserve either one of them. 

As he washes Buggy's hair, Cabaji also tells Buggy that Mihawk keeps asking about him. Again, Buggy finds the idea of Mihawk asking all of Buggy’s crew about his well-being almost comical. Did the world’s strongest swordsman grow a heart? Ha, as if. Or maybe Buggy’s earlier suspicions are correct, maybe Mihawk’s waiting, hoping that Buggy’s ‘flu’ will take him out and that he won’t have to deal with him anymore, which honestly seems like a more realistic explanation for everything. 

A hot bath and a nice relaxing hair wash later, and Buggy’s sitting on the small couch in his room, getting his hair brushed by Cabaji as he listens to both Mohji and Cabaji ramble on about this and that, and occasionally bicker over trivial things. It feels like his men are the only consistency in his life, but he wonders if there will be a day when even that changes. Maybe he’ll end up with so many men that their crew will seem more like an army than a family, then again maybe he won’t live to see the day when that’s actually a problem. And if that doesn’t happen, then maybe Mihawk will eventually end up replacing Buggy’s crew with a new, more efficient one that he hardly knows let alone can consider his family…who knows?

Now, as stated before, Buggy’s usual visitors consist of Mohji, Cabaji and Richie, but today Buggy finds himself getting an additional guest in his room. Sometime around late afternoon Alvida joins Buggy’s already boisterous company, and as soon as she realizes Buggy’s perfectly fine, she sighs at him,”I knew you weren’t sick.” she mutters as she has a seat on the couch next to him after Cabaji and Mohji fight over who’s spot she can take, “But oh well, you won’t believe what I just saw.” She says, grinning. 

Hopefully, she saw Crocodile and Mihawk board a ship and sail as far away from the island as possible, never to return again, but that’s just not realistic, is it? “What did you see?” Buggy asks though he’s not particularly curious about her gossip today.

“Mihawk and Crocodile were fighting.”

“Crocodile and Mihawk bicker every once in a while, so what?” 

“No, they were actually physically fighting earlier.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know but they were both heated,” Alvida claims, “I think they reached a draw, but they were fighting for a long time, half the island saw it.”

Despite claiming that he doesn’t care about either of the two, Buggy’s slightly curious about Mihawk and Crocodile’s altercation. Sure they’ve butt heads a couple of times in the past because Crocodile is so damn overbearing and of course, Mihawk doesn’t take being bossed around lightly, but they never get physical with things, it’s usually just threats of possible fights that don’t go anywhere. Maybe that was it, maybe Crocodile just got too controlling again, and Mihawk got tired of it. He did say he was tired of Crocodile’s shit the other day… Yeah, that’s got to be it…Because what else could it be???

…

A couple of more days go by after that, and Buggy’s still stuck in that same loop: Sleep. Overthink. Sleep. Overthink. Sleep. Overthink. Of course, there are brief things that break the cycle like Mohji and Cabaji checking on him and feeding him and making sure he’s being taken care of, but other than that, it’s just sleep, overthink, repeat. He just doesn’t see the point in getting out of bed every day when Mihawk and Crocodile are just going to make his life a living hell, or worse, end his miserable existence. 

Despite all his stress though, there are times when his bedroom is rather comforting, he knows that it offers him no real protection from the outside world, but in his room he feels safe and like he’s miles away from all his problems even though they’re literally just right outside. He thinks he’s missed, hm…12 meetings now, maybe 13 …14? Who knows, he’s surprised that Crocodile is even still calling for them, or that he hasn’t come barging into his room to yank him out of his bed and beat him to death for ruining his perfect schedule.

Buggy doesn’t care about Cross Guild though (or for much of anything right now) he never has and he doubts he ever will. He’s perfectly fine just keeping himself locked away in his bedroom for as long as possible. Mohji will take care of the others and if he doesn’t, then Alvida will, and if she doesn’t, then Buggy’s sure that Crocodile and Mihawk will boss his men around, but they’re strong, spirited, and oblivious, they can handle anything. 

Something breaks his seemingly endless depressive cycle by the time he’s missed 18 meetings…or was it 19?

One of his men comes into his room around midmorning, like always, and tells him that a meeting has been called… But today, Mihawk’s the one who’s called for the meeting apparently, and Buggy instantly tells his subordinate to tell Mihawk that he’s still under the weather and can’t go to the meeting, to which his subordinate replies, “He says it’s urgent, Chairman Buggy, and that if you can’t go to the meeting room, that he’ll bring the meeting here instead.”

That’s got to be the worst, no, actually, the second worst thing he’s been told in his entire life. Why? Why now? Why can’t Mihawk and Crocodile just hold their dumb meetings by themselves? It’s not like Buggy gets to make any decisions or his input matters, why does he have to leave his safe space and go see them?

((A/n: Hate how they didn't add ChouChou to the live-action or Richie. The idea that some of you might not know that Richie is a lion and you might think he's just some guy is funny though lol.))

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The Words "Best Friends" Become Redefined Part 6

Regulus Black AU

Summary: You had been Regulus’ friend since childhood and now his mistress. The war had changed many things, Regulus among them. Now its time to decide if you should put your self-worth over missing someone who was gone.  

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: M- smut

Link to Part 5

Song in chapter: Narcissistic Cannibal by Korn

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Over the following few weeks, Regulus kept up his promise. He was trying harder to gain your approval and affection than anyone else in the world ever had. You were waking up to flowers on your bedside table, cutesy little notes, and requests for dates. As long as you had known Regulus, you had never seen him work this hard for a woman.

And I can’t be more flattered

You thought with a smile after waking up to the newest bouquet of flowers on your table.

If only I could make myself fully trust him.

The second thought was enough to make the dark thoughts return…as they typically did. Even though Regulus was working hard to gain your affection, parts of you still worried that once you fully trusted him he would go cold again. You weren’t sure if your heart could honestly take another letdown from the man you loved so much.

Love is a funny word.

Love truly felt funny for you to say. You had always been aware of its existence and had always been exposed to it. Remus loved Sirius. James loved Lily. Your parents truly loved each other but for some reason, love didn’t seem to like you. While you understood that Regulus did what he did for a reason (at least, that is what he told you) you still felt nervous to accept what Regulus was offering to you now.

What if you said yes and he changed his mind? What if he went dark again? Would you be able to handle the thought of him in those death eater robes again? What if he went back to his family and the dark side and was killed? You wouldn’t be able to handle it. You would need to die right along with him.

I’ll have to decide something soon. The poor man is really going out of his way.

You got out of bed to get ready for the day’s activities, a trip to Azkaban. You didn’t want to go back but orders from Moody said you were.

“Might as well get this over with.”

(later that day)

Regulus sat at the table brooding over a cup of coffee when Sirius plopped down in front of him.

“Good day, star shine.”

Regulus looked up at his brother before flipping him off. Sirius made a fake offended expression before putting a hand on his heart.

“How rude! What the fuck is wrong with you? Did Y/n not fluff your pillows last night?”

Regulus groaned. He would love for you to “fluff his pillows.” It had been so long since he was able to touch you and it was driving him nuts. While he was trying to respect your decision to move slowly (or that was the way that he was taking it) he was going nutty. Now here Sirius sat trying to be funny but no one was laughing….

“Yeah right.”

Regulus grumbled. Sirius leaned back in his seat. He wasn’t a fool. Sirius knew exactly what you were doing and what Regulus was being put through.

“Look Reg, you can’t blame her. Y/n has been through a lot. She’s loved you for a long time.”

Regulus groaned again.

“I’m aware, Sirius.”

Sirius was quiet for a moment. He watched his younger brother carefully. Sirius knew Regulus was trying. Regulus was trying harder than he had ever tried at anything in his life.

Sirius had a lot of things that he wanted to say to Regulus. He wanted to threaten him to not break your heart again. Sirius couldn’t sit back and watch that happen over and over. He also wanted to tell Regulus how proud of him he was. It was the total flipside of the coin.

Regulus, in all of his years, didn’t seem as self-absorbed as he once did. For once, Regulus was trying to put someone else first. Sirius could also see that Regulus, in fact, had feelings. Regulus wasn’t the stuck-up House of Black heir…and Sirius couldn’t be more proud of him.

“You really love her don’t you?”

Regulus nodded.

“More than anything. I know you don’t believe me but I did everything that I did for a reason. As I told Y/n, I knew that she would have followed me anywhere. I did not want to see her dead or in prison for supporting me. If she had been killed, my life would be over. Y/n is my reason for existing. Without her, I would walk out in front of a muggle bus.”

Sirius sat quietly for a moment.

“First off, no walking out in front of muggle buses. I can not process that one. I know Y/n is giving you a heck of a time but keep trying. She’s like Remus. You have to keep working through those layers. I know Y/n very well and she loves you. Maybe you should make a move?”

“Yeah and get my head kicked in…I’m feeling a lot of love…”

The conversation was interrupted by the sound of loud music coming from the living room. Sirius glanced over his shoulder before smirking.

“Your wife is home…and judging by what’s coming from the living room it sounds like she’s had a bad day. You should go check on her…”

Regulus quickly stood up before going into the living room where you lay, rather dramatically, with one arm over your eyes.

Sometimes I hate the life I made Everything's wrong every time Pushing on, I can't escape Everything that comes my way Is haunting me, taking its sweet time Holding on, I'm lost in a haze Fighting life to the end of my days

Regulus blinked a few times before walking over to the stereo and shutting it off. You lowered your arm slowly and gave him a little frown.

“Why did you turn my music off?”

Regulus moved to sit down beside you on the couch as you put your arm once again over your face.

“I take it you had a bad day?”

You whined.

“Something like that. I had to go to Azkaban and that place just sucks the joy right out of you.”

Regulus tilted his head to the side before tentatively reaching out and taking your free hand in his. He gently stroked his thumb over the palm of your hand rubbing soothing circles.

“Did you use your patronus?”

You nodded.

“I’m still exhausted though. Random fun fact, my patronus is still your animagus form.”

Regulus slightly smiled as you lowered your am taking in his reaction.

“I’m sure if I could make one again mine would still be yours too.”

You moved your eyes to look at the ceiling.

“Reg, I can’t keep doing it.”

“Doing what?”

Regulus questioned, his voice darkening. You turned to look at him again taking in his appearance. The man in front of you was Regulus, your Regulus. It felt as if you were sitting here with your best friend… like nothing had changed. You truly missed this feeling.

“This…trying to keep up some tough front with you. I’ve missed you so much. Now we are in this house together all the time. You are going to new heights to prove yourself. I love you, Regulus but I’m scared to get hurt again. I need to rant so work with me here. I’m scared that I’m going to open my heart and you will leave to go back to them. I’m scared that I am going to see you in those death eater robes again…or in the morgue. I don’t want to have to see you be put into some fancy coffin knowing that I will never see you again…”

You were relieved to see Regulus’ mouth drop. He quickly moved to sit on his knees to stroke his fingers down your cheek.

“Y/n, love, I promise I will not be going back to that side. I saw the error in my old ways of thinking. I am not going anywhere. Does it make you feel better knowing that I feel the same way every time you leave this house for work? Love, you are a bit of a crazy girl. Sometimes your antics are rather…wild. I know you have a hard time trusting me and I don’t blame you but I’m here…with you now.”

You moved to sit up and slide your way down onto Regulus’ lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you tentatively pressed your forehead to his. You wanted to preserve the moment of closeness as long as you could. Regulus snuggled his face right back wanting the same thing.

“I want you to be the good guy.”

Regulus placed a hand on the side of your face.

“I’m being the good guy now.”

Sirius’ suggestion of “maybe you need to make a move” popped back into Regulus’ mind. He took a breath before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. To Regulus’ surprise, you didn’t push him away or panic, instead you kissed him back. Every moment of the kiss was exactly what Regulus needed.

“I want you, Reggie.”

You moaned against his mouth. Regulus sighed.

“I don’t want you to regret it and ruin all of this progress we’ve made.”

You chuckled, softly while twirling your fingers in Regulus’ curls.

“I’ve really put you through hell haven’t I, darling?”

Regulus shrugged.

“I mean…I have been jacking off in the shower more than I ever did as a teenager. That and I have been fawning over you pathetically…ask my brother.”

You gave Regulus another small kiss before glancing over his shoulder. The last thing that you wanted was for Remus to see Regulus toting you up to your room. Sure, Remus had an idea that you were going to get back with Regulus eventually. That, however, didn’t mean that he needed to see it.

“Why don’t we go upstairs and fix that?”

You suggested. Regulus waited all of three seconds before picking you up and going upstairs.

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lostdrarryfics monthly roundup! March 2024

Below you will find the requests we could not locate in the month of March. Please let us know if you recognize any!

You can also browse our lengthy lost fic masterlist, where we have compiled every request we have been unable to find over the past few years. We're always hoping someone will recognize a fic so we can let the asker know what it was!

1. I read this at least 5 years ago. I think it was on ao3, eighth year, where Harry gets turned into a kid (around 7years maybe? Definitely under 10) and McG makes Draco take care of him. Harry has big scars on his back from the Dursleys and they cause him to have seizures (? Or something like spasms maybe that are painful) fic is not The Dragon and The Golden Baby by jolly_love, or Baby Mama Drama by Stars-and-Stones

2. multi chapter post war fic I read a while ago on Ao3. I remember that Draco had to get married? but definitely live with Harry in Grimmauld Place in order to avoid Azkaban. I remember one scene where Harry takes Draco to the burrow for Sunday brunch with the Weasleys plus Teddy and Andromeda. I think Harry was talking to someone else and Ron pulls Draco aside and starts threatening him about doing anything suspicious he’ll beat him up and send him straight back to Azkaban. (Something along those lines) This triggers Draco because he was also being abused during the war and caused him to have a panic attack bc it reminded him of the past. Harry meanwhile finally notices Draco is missing and finds him hyperventilating with Ron. He tries to calm him down but Draco faints. He takes him upstairs to rest in a bed and tells everyone that he appreciates their worries but if they do that again they’ll have to face his wrath (something along those lines) and that when Draco wakes up they should be kinder towards him. Another scene is (80% sure/20% I’m mixing this detail up with another fic) teddy seems to really like Draco and is always happy with him or crawling towards him. There’s a scene where teddy is crying and Draco is looking for someone to help Teddy, but no one is near them, so he does it himself and Teddy immediately calms down with him. After that scene, there’s short snippets of Draco playing or putting his attention towards Teddy, while Harry watches them from afar and it makes him happy they get along.

3. not sure if it's on ffnet or ao3, but basically harry is heir of ravenclaw, hedwig starts teaching The Ways Of the Dark and he joins voldy because he's in love with Draco. i believe it was set in 6th year, because the bathroom scene still happens, but harry does it on purpose to not give away his disloyalty to voldy. (spoilers: harry goes full to the dark side but only because of draco. he has no loyalty to voldy beyond what he can learn and what he has to do because, again, draco. he is very much dark tho, people try to bring him down). it's fast paced from what i recall.

4. dark fanfic, not explicit or anything such as sex (that I remember) I believe it was drarry, so I remember it was a dark fanfic one of the darkest ones I had read, it included some death eaters cutting out a little muggle girls heart (I remember this because I cried about it.)because her blood wasn't pure and they tortured others, I read it on fanfiction.net I believe, basically they decided to kidnap muggles and torture them for fun because they didn't view them as clean blooded individuals. Harry or Draco I can't remember watched this happen.

5. dark one on AO3: I believe Voldemort had won the war and the golden trio and others had decided to hide children in camps,They hid muggle born and halfblood children in a camp where it was discovered after a death eater raid that all the children in that camp were found and killed, Draco was not trusted at first but over time harry and everyone else trusted Draco and Drarry happened during the story and was the main shi, I also want to say tried to save a child screaming for help during another raid but the child was killed before he could but that could be a different fanfic and I don't know if it was part of the fanfic or not (I just remember it right now thinking about that scene it sounds like hell on and I think Ginny was dead in this sadly, and Draco was a spy for Harry and the others for some reason reason because I remember him being morally grey, however I have no idea if these are two different fanfics

6. dark drarry fanfic, anyway I don't remember much only that they were at the yule ball in fourth year and Harry was on good terms with the Malfoys I believe, Anyway I remember them talking about Draco's grandfather being apart the original death eaters (The Knights of Walpurgis I believe) and this was either in front of the other Slytherin's and I believe Lucius was there (maybe Narcissa also) or maybe Draco was the one who mentioned it but for some reason I remember Lucius being there, I'm really sure it wasn't Lucius x Harry (Lucius was more of a parental figure I believe).

7. dark fanfic on AO3: I believe Voldemort had won the war and the golden trio and others had decided to hide children in camps, the death eaters Drarry happened during the story and was the main ship. Voldemort won the war. The golden trio + others where hiding children that weren't pure bloods (such as muggleborn and halfblood children). All children in one in one of the camps were found and killed by death eaters during a death eater raid this was later found out during a protest against Voldemort. Later on in the story a child was exploded/killed in front of Harry and he couldn't do anything. A medical place was bombed where they had taken survivors of the raid and Harry didn't know if Hermione had survived. Draco was a spy for the order or whatever organization headed by Harry for some reason. I think children were enslaved by death eaters if they weren't pure bloods and were treated badly. Draco was morally grey in this or he had made bad moral choices

FOUND! 8. For Draco to be inciated into the death eaters he has to kill a little boy. The boy asks Draco to kill him for some reason I think so Draco will live. The golden trio or Harry don't like Draco. Harry gets mad at Draco later on for killing the boy. The boys body was burned. Draco is taunted by the boy's death and feels guilty for killing him. The boy's name is mentioned but I don't remember it

9. I’m pretty sure I read it on ao3 and Charlie brings a girl to the burrow for either Christmas or some other celebration and they observe Harry and Draco and how the Wesley’s ignore draco? And she thinks they don’t accept the gay relationship. I think Charlie is also gay if I remember correctly and asked her to come to help him come out? Pretty sure at some point draco and Harry tell their love story and all the weasleys have never heard it cause they never wanted to ask.

10. it was set during the war and I think Draco was either hunting for horcuxes with the trio, or staying with the order/spying. The 4 of them end up staying at the Dursley’s while the family are away and Hermione sews fish into the curtains (and possibly the furniture too?) as a way to get revenge on the Dursley’s for the way they treated Harry. Harry and Draco were definitely together, but this is the only scene I can remember

11. Draco and Harry are elemental mages. Draco is an ice mage and Harry a fire mage, and they are linked or something like that. They are childhood friends, I believe, and Remus and Sirius are involved. It is set at hogwarts, for sure, so not the fantasy au that comes up in searches. It was a wip on ao3 when I read it and the last chapter I remember involved Draco venting his powers in the shrieking shack and Remus being concerned about him, as they have been negatively affecting his mood/temperament as they develop.

12. top Draco/ bottom Harry. Harry wears panties and Draco finds out. No established relationship other than Auror and healer. I read it on A03 2 months ago. It’s one chapter long. I’m pretty sure Harry gets hurt and they have to take his pants off to address it and that’s when Draco, his healer, sees them. It’s a short fic and that’s basically all that happens I think

13. 8th year centered. post war. it's from draco's pov. harry and draco always meet at the astronomy tower. harry keeps inviting draco to do things together but draco always refuses. harry thinks that he and draco are dating but they aren't. there's this scene that harry and draco are at the astronomy tower and harry invites draco to hogsmade. Draco refuses because the thinks it won't be a good idea to people see them both together. Harry says it's no problem but that he really wants to be able to tell Hermione and Ron about them. Draco asks what he's taking about and Harry tells him it's about their relationship. Draco goes like: WHAT??!! and asks Harry since when they are dating.Harry says since when he thinks they are dating and i think Draco comments about how they never even kissed. Harry says something about how he thought Draco wasn't ready yet and realizes that only he thought that both of them were in a relationship. He goes to apologize but then I think Draco kisses him or something. There might be a part where Harry teaches Draco how to cast the patronus but maybe i'm mixing two fics up. i read it on Ao3 and that is chaptered and longer than 20,000 words

14. Harry has a twin, and they were separated at birth. I don't remember if it was a no magic au, sorry. Anyway, Harry's twin was raised by Sirius (lily and James are still dead) and Harry by Bellatrix. They meet for the first time in summer camp for troubled youth, and shenanigans ensue because they're identical. I know one of the twins ends up with Draco, and the other one with Fred. It was incomplete, I think.

15. it was a professors fanfic where draco and harry worked together at hogwarts and i remember they didnt like each other, and i also very much remember that draco lived under some sort of aquarium under the great lake inside the common room. this seems really odd, because im sure my memory is wrong but i remember reading specifically that it was underwater and that it was located somewhere in the common room of slytherin.

16. I don't remember much of it but what really does stand out to me it's that I'm pretty sure it was already complete 'cause I remember it having a proposal in the end of it and pretty sure it was on Yule and I remember that there was I think at least Molly bashing? Anyways, it had something to do with Molly stealing from Harry and Arthur only finding out about it much later and actually being invited to the Yule celebration! And pretty sure one of the background pairings was Sirius/Charlie. It wasn't Lily's Boy, I'm sure of it! And I'm pretty sure it was Sirius/Charlie 'cause I remember it having a scene in a forest, where Dumbledore took Sirius and Charlie and that's where their relationship began. I think they were hunting Horcruxes? Or doing something like that.

[malfoysprinces]

The Minister’s Daughter

- draco malfoy -

PART 3

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The return of Lord Voldemort sent shockwaves through the wizarding world, marking a dark and foreboding chapter in its history. His resurgence was marked by an atmosphere of fear and trepidation, as whispers of his malevolent presence spread like wildfire. His name, once feared to be spoken, was now on the lips of every witch and wizard. The chilling news of his return sent ripples of uncertainty and concern, for Voldemort was the very embodiment of evil, and his return heralded a time of impending darkness. His followers, the Death Eaters, rose from the shadows, and their activities instilled a sense of foreboding and insecurity, reminding all that the wizarding world was far from immune to the terrors of its dark past. Voldemort's return was a grim reminder that, despite years of peace, the age-old battle between good and evil had rekindled, and the wizarding community would once again have to confront the malevolent forces that threatened their World. The Sacred Seven, despite their strong bond, couldn't escape the complicated influences of their parents. Their  priorities and loyalties were complicated enough. Some of their parents being part of the death eaters were a basic knowledge around Hogwarts. However, they try not to project it on each other. Their friendships were stronger than that.

For Y/N, she got letters from her mum every now and then. Occasional letters from her mother mentioned Voldemort's return also posed a risk for her father as the Minister of Magic. Things were tense back home, as well.

It was all becoming too overwhelming for her at the moment.

Draco's return brought the news with him. He was...tense.

There was a certain distance between Y/N and Draco ever since he got back.

It all must have happened on his trip back home. They were perfectly fine before it. What caused him to be so distant must have had something to do with that trip. The sudden change in his behavior was nothing but unpredictable. He was cold and distant. However, it was hard to explain. He didn't give her reason to question his love for her, but he kept his distance. Seems he always had somewhere to go and something to do. With each passing day, he grew increasingly cold.

Days turned into weeks and Y/N couldn't count them anymore. He was cold. Brutally cold. The guy once who held her so close, so gently close was gone. Something was missing in his touch. Y/N couldn't exactly name it. The man that she loved was slipping through her fingers and there was nothing she could do.

It all started with late night sneak outs.

After classes when Y/N and Draco went to Draco's dorm, they would talk and cuddle for an hour or so, and Y/N would fell asleep in his arms. He would leave the room gently. It was not until that night she had noticed it.

It was a cold February night. The snow embraced Hogwarts. Y/N and Draco were in Draco's dorm talking about how posions became harder this year. But Draco's mind seemed to be stuck on something else. She was aware but didn't want to point it out. They carried on the conversation. Well, mostly she did. Then he pulled her into his embrace and kissed her. Draco was so close yet so far. After a while, Y/N's eyes were so heavy that she couldn't hold them open. She fell asleep in Draco's arms. Only to find out he was gone after an hour or so.

"Dray?" her gaze wandered around the room. It was almost midnight. He was there, holding her. Where could he have possibly gone? "Draco?" she asked again. No answer.

Him being cold was one thing. Him being gone at midnight was another.

Y/N decided to check the common room. Maybe he just wanted to get some air she thought to herself. She perfectly knew it was an excuse she made to herself. However, she wanted to believe it. And even if he wasn't in the common room, he could always be at Astronomy Tower, right?

She got up from the bed and put her jacket on. She held the doorknob only to find someone else pushing it from the other side.

"Draco?" she asked.

"Oh, you--you up?" he asked.

"Yeah. And you? You were gone?" she asked.

"Yeah, I had to um…- you know, deal with some stuff." he obviously lied.

Since when does he have some stuff to deal with in the middle of the night? The sentence itself screamed that it was a lie. Besides, it was written all over his face.

"What kind of stuff?" Y/N asked, hoping to get a proper answer.

"Some Prefect duties...like…patrolling around." he answered.

"It's not your turn to patrol today. That's why I am staying here tonight?" she knew something was wrong.

"We changed the schedule. I must have forgotten to mention it. No big deal." Draco answered. He was giving the runaround.

Y/N might be many things, but stupid definitely wasn't one of them.

"Draco, this is the last time I am asking this. Where were you?" her tone was skeptical rather than cold.

"I don't understand why you are making a big deal out of a patrol. I had to do it. I am a Prefect." he was confident.

"I am not stupid. I know your schedules better than you do. We planned this night weeks in advance."she was also sure of herself.

"Whatever, Y/N. I am not doing this with you right now." he said as he was walking towards his bathroom.

"Oh? Is that your final say?" she asked.

He looked at her over his shoulder and answered "Yes."

And with that, Y/N started to pack her things to leave the room.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked.

Y/N didn't answer.

"Why are you leaving?" he asked again.

"I'll stay in my room since you developed a habit of sneaking out when I’m asleep." she answered.

Draco would knew that it was a matter of time before she would notice.

"I won't tolerate it. Not without a proper explanation, at least." she added.

"I have already explained. You'll learn to respect me." he answered.

"Respect goes both ways. And we clearly have a problem on your side." she answered.

He frowned at her.

Her eyes landed on his grey eyes for the last time that night.

Then she slammed the door and went to her dorm.

Pansy and Daphne were already asleep when Y/N entered the room. She kept her quiet, not wanting to wake them up. It was until, she slipped over a chair and fell down.

A loud noise woke both Daphne and Pansy up.

"Are you okay?" Daphne asked with sleepy eyes.

"Geez. Just watch your step." Pansy was still half asleep.

"Oh, sorry guys." her tone was cold.

Pansy was the first one to remember that she wasn't supposed to be here tonight.

"Weren't you staying with Draco?" Pansy asked.

"Um, yeah. I was going to-" she was cut off by Daphne.

"Was?" she asked.

"Yeah, he has been kind of…distant?" Y/N's answers were short.

They both looked confused.

"What's going on, Y/N?" asked Daphne.

"I don't know, I really don't. He has been acting weird lately. I lost the track of time since when it all began." her own words made her cry.

"Oh, Y/N. I am sure it is not about you. He was never the warmest one anyways." Daphne said.

"Yeah but…still, he is not the same as before." Y/N answered.

The girls were desperate. They had a look on their faces of worry.

Just then a knock was heard.

"Can I come in?" Draco's voice echoed.

"Girls, is it okay if he just comes in?" Y/N asked.

They nodded.

"Yes." she answered.

Draco stepped in and looked into Y/N's teary eyes.

"Can I talk to you outside?" he asked.

Y/N nodded and stepped out of the room.

"I am listening." she said as she was looking away.

"Look me in the eyes." Draco commanded.

Y/N's eyes were still away from his.

He cupped her face and turned her face to him.

"I was with Snape. I am sorry." Draco answered.

"That's the best you could come up with?" Y/N said as she didn't believe Draco.

"Theo was there, as well. You can ask him." Draco answered.

The blind leading the blind she thought to herself.

"Okay, Draco. Let's call it like that then." Y/N answered half-heartedly.

Her problem was not only about tonight but also about that it had been weeks now that Draco had started to act distant.

"However, this doesn't change the fact that you are distant from me. For weeks now." she said it.

"Forgive me." he answered.

It was clear that he was not going to let her go. At least tonight. And it was also clear that she was not going anywhere. At least not for a while.

She looked straight into his stormy grey eyes. Once filled with love was now seemed to lose its light.

Draco took a step closer. "Forgive me." he whispered again as he was leaning in to kiss her.

The kiss was….needy. They both needed each other and they both knew it. Tears were coming down on Y/N's eyes as she was kissing him.

Forgiven? Yes. However, heartbroken? Absouletly.

Y/N, Daphne and Pansy were on their way to Hogsmeade. Ever since the word was on street, the tension was unbearable in Hogwarts. Voldemort being back meant Y/N's father to be on watch. Every single day. Every single hour. And Draco's behaviours were definetly not helping.

Daphne and Pansy, acknowledging Y/N's situation, decided to take her to Hogsmeade for a butterbear.

Girls remembered the first time they went to Three Broomsticks. They were at their first year. Three little girls, giggling and drinking butterbear. Oh, the things Y/N would do to go back to that day.

As they walked on snow, Pansy almost slipped.

"Watch out!" said Daphne.

"Yeah Pans or is it because you want your Prince Charming Pucey to come and save you?" Y/N laughed.

"You know, the snow suits Hogsmeade. It looks its best covered in snow." Y/N said.

The girls nodded.

As they entered The Three Broomsticks, they noticed Mattheo and Blaise sitting together. However, Y/N noticed Draco was not there.

"Hey guys!" said Pansy.

"Oh, hey!" answered Mattheo.

“Didn't know you guys were coming to Hogsmeade today, as well." adressed Blaise to girls.

"Yeah, it was kinda a last minute plan." answered Y/N. "And, you guys spoke to Draco?" Y/N asked.

"He is with Theo. They have some things to do, I think. I'm not entirely sure.” answered Blaise.

Yeah of course he did.

"Oh, okay." Y/N tried to hide her disappointment with a smile.

As the group sit and talked together, Y/N's mind was on Draco. It wasn't typical for him to get lost on a Saturday afternoon.

But still, what else he did was typical anymore?

They were the "power couple" of Hogwarts. They were the dream couple. But it all went down in the blink of an eye. One moment, she was his world, and the next thing she knew he was gone. She could sense something was wrong. Every afternoon, he was gone for an hour or so and when he came back, he was destroyed. Y/N first thought that Draco was cheating on her.

Never in a million years, never in a million possibilities. But there she was. He pushed her to that point.

However, not so long after she knew that cheating was out of the picture. Cheating was never in the picture, actually.

Worse was yet to come. With days going on and Draco being distant more than ever, Y/N decided to talk to him, again. Little did she know, this talk would end in an argument. She tried it a million times, hoping to get a proper answer. Each one of their talks either ended with an argument or Y/N crying or both.

"Draco?" Y/N said. Draco nodded.

"This is the last time I am asking this. I-I.. feel trapped. I am not used to seeing you like this. You haven't been yourself for a while. What is wrong?" Y/N's eyes were filled with tears as she was speaking.

She has not been feeling well for a while now. It's almost like she was being dragged away with Draco. She tried to follow him a couple of times whenever he disappeared. However, every time, she lost him. It was practically like he had a way of hiding himself. He managed to be successful every time.

"A-answer me." Y/N stuttered.

"Nothings wrong." Draco looked away.

"Well, clearly something's wrong. And you are not telling me." Y/N said.

"BACK OFF FOR A SECOND FOR SALAZAR'S SAKE." Draco yelled. "LET ME BREATH." He added in a cold tone.

Y/N was shocked. She had never seen him this cold. Yes, he was angry. He tended to get angry at times. She was used to his anger. However, she was not used to his coldness.

She stood still. Waiting for him to react, again. She was expecting Draco to leave the room at this point.

However, he walked towards the window and stood there, looking outside.

Y/N was feeling broken.

She walked towards Draco, swallowing her pride, she hugged him from behind. She put her head into his back. "I love you." she whispered.

"I love you, too." Draco said back. He ran his head through his hair.

Y/N had to give up getting a proper answer, again. "You can tell me anything, you know. I will always stand beside you. I will always choose your side, whether you are right or wrong. It doesn't matter to me. All I am saying is, I am here for you." Y/N said hoping to get a reaction from Draco.

He just nodded. Nothing more. Just. A. Nod. From. Him. Y/N was broken. Once again.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

[burningblake]

I couldn't help myself, here's my first nace fic. Takes place post s4 based on an alternate s4 ending. Will probably be 5 to 6 chapters filled with angst, a fully outlined plot and a happy ending. Starting with a T rating, but will be changed to M/E later.

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Title: Sins of the Past

Summary: You have a soulmate now, he had said to her. That was after a cheerful Bess had barged into the back room of the Claw to inform them that their death curse had gotten destroyed in the Feuris—news that would have been music to her ears had she received it a few weeks earlier. But things were no longer the same. He had broken her heart, and she had betrayed him.

Or, an alternate finale where Nancy was indeed Tristan's wife in the past and Ace could not forgive her, despite their curse being broken. 

Now, three months later, Nick goes missing, and the Drew Crew reunites to find their lost friend. 

Read on Ao3.

Excerpt from Chapter 1 - The Lovers' Curse.

Thinking back, it was maddening how she hadn't seen the truth from the start. 

Instead, she'd spent half the summer traveling with a supposed soulmate, trying aimlessly to regain a lost connection. Because if souls were linked by destiny, then it shouldn't matter that one got a little damaged, right? And yet, she should have known better. 

A late July breeze blew from the window of her hotel room, throwing strands of copper across her forehead. In the distance, the East River shone almost silver under a crescent moon, and further back, the glittering skyscrapers of New York pierced the night sky. Nancy held her head between both her palms, as she stared at the research documents sprawled across her desk. Her first reaction was to pick up her phone, scroll down until she found his contact name, and let her thumb hover over it for what felt like endless minutes. 

She hadn't talked to him in two months, and they hadn’t parted on the best of terms, so why would he care about what she had just discovered? How did it concern him? She didn’t even know where she’d find him at the moment. It was almost midnight, so he could either be asleep, studying, or… out on a date. The thought of catching Ace in someone’s bed both horrified her and made her feel miserable.  

You have a soulmate now, he had said to her. That was after a cheerful Bess had barged into the back room of the Claw to inform them that their death curse had gotten destroyed in the Feuris—news that would have been music to her ears had she received it a few weeks earlier. But things were no longer the same. He had broken her heart, and she had betrayed him.   

She scrolled a little further down her contact list and dialed Bess instead. 

“Hello?” came the familiar British accent. Hearing her voice made Nancy hesitate. She hadn't called her, or anyone else from the group for that matter, in a month. 

“Bess, did I wake you?” she asked. She hadn't realized she'd been trembling, until she heard the sound of her own shaking voice. 

“Nancy! No, I just got home. How’s your trip, is everything okay?” 

She took a breath to calm herself. Then, the words breezed out of her lips all at once. “We’re not soulmates.”

“What? Of course we are, silly, what are you saying?”

“I mean me and Tristan,” Nancy blurted impatiently. “Bess, remember what you said that day? There was a fine print. If the Sin Eater’s soul was tangled to another’s, the ritual couldn’t work. We thought my soul and his had been connected by destiny, but think about it—our souls being entangled prevented the very thing the founders wouldn’t have wanted to happen in the first place, which was people releasing the Sin Eater’s soul from its burden. Bess, they saw the fine print and made sure to create a failsafe.” 

The girl on the other end of the line was silent for a while. “A love curse…” she whispered. “They connected your souls via magic.”

[magnolia-malfoy]

I've started writing my own DracoxReader slow burn Fan Fic!

Here is Chapter 1 if you haven't read it yet then come back and read chapter 2!

Forbidden Love

Synopsis:

Y/N Beaudet(BO-dett) is a 5th year at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. She has the highest marks in her year. The Beaudet family is one of the most prestigious pure blood families.

Once letters came around for y/n first school year, she got a letter from Hogwarts and Beauxbatons. Y/Ns mother, being a beauxbatons alumni, chose to send y/n to her school ignoring your father's protests. 5 years later, she walks through the doors at Beauxbatons and her headmistress, Madame Olympe Maxime, approaches her and offers to come with a group of girls to Hogwarts to participate in the Triwizard cup. Professor Albus Brian Dumbledore, introduced her school and she walked in next to Maxime while the other girls from Beauxbatons dance and twirled leading her way. Then she sees him, Draco Malfoy, her childhood friend, her first crush, The boy her father wants to marry her off to. He is sitting with his friends smiling and whistling at the girls in front of her, but then locks eyes with y/n. Everyone digs into the feast Professor Dumbledore presented, everyone buzzing and talking to y/n and the boys from Durmstrang Institute. Soon everyone slowly starts filing out of the great hall, full and ready for bed. Y/n finish eating and head out towards the Beauxbatons makeshift common room. Suddenly someone grabs her and pulls her down a dark side hallway. She trys to yelp but someone places a hand over her mouth shushing her. Y/n eyes slowly adjust and she finally makes out his White blond hair and grey/silver eyes, Draco Malfoy.

Based on Harry Potter and the of fire.

placing y/n into the movie/story.

HEAVY movie referencing but a lot of filler,

This is my first fic so fair warning!

18+ NSFW Content.

Content warning before chapter:

Swearing, smut, fluff

Chapter 2: Hogwarts Introduction

Y/N followed by the Beauxbatons ladies and Durmstrang clan filed into the entrance hall of Hogwarts.

"Alright now we just wait for professor Dumbledores signal, Olympe, you will be first followed by Igor." -Professor McGonagall

The large man nodded, that must be, Igor Karkaroff, headmaster of Durmstrang and...a formal death eater... Y/N quickly looked away realizing she was staring. She looked at Jadis, she had a huge smile and y/n could swear she was vibrating.

Suddenly the giant doors to the great hall swung open and 11 of the girls walked in tight formation in front of you, you followed behind, close to madame Maxime. Your class mates walked down the path bowing to Hogwarts students as they passed.

"Bloody hell" you heard someone exclaime.

You remain close to Maxime, looking up you see the hall has no ceiling, just a dark sky and stars along with lots of floating candles! It was absolutely beautiful here! You casually look down and around taking in all the new faces then you see him, Draco Malfoy, your childhood friend, your first crush, The boy your father wants to marry you off to, sitting with his friends smiling and whistling at the girls in front of you, but then, he locks eyes with you. Blushing you quickly look away keeping your head high, you finish your entrance. You get up to the podium next to a old man with a long white beard and long hair, you turn around as he grabs madame Maxime hand and kisses it bowing his head. You along with the other Beauxbatons girls curtsy to the 4 large tables ahead of you. Everyone jumps up cheering, clapping, and whistling.

"That wasn't so bad" you thought. You glance out of the corner of your eye and see Draco still staring at you but whispering to his chunky friend next to him. You move with the other girls to a table that apparated from Dumbledores finger. Dumbledore quickly hoped back up on the podium putting his hands up to quiet the students.

"And now our friends from the north, please great the proud sons of Durmstrang and their high master, Igor karkaroff."

The doors swing open again and the Durmstrang boys started marching in nearly knocking over the squib to let us in. They were loud and tough, y/n had never seen anything like them before. Sparks shot out from the end of the staffs they were walking with, suddenly they dropped the staffs and broke into a sprint running right for Dumbledore! Gasps could be heard from the Hogwarts kids and the Beauxbatons girls. They stopped in front of the podium and 2 did flips and twists and amazing shows of acrobatics. Then Igor walked in the door lead by, Victor Krum, the quidich world cup champion from the Bulgarian National Quidditch team. One of the Durmstrang boys took his wand and blew a fire snake that turned into a Phoenix.

"Albus! Hahaha" Igor exclaimed and hugged Dumbledore.

Everyone sat down and Dumbledore snapped his fingers and a HUGE feast appeared on the tables in front of them. The feast began everyone buzzing and talking to you and the boys from Durmstrang. 4 men carried in a large gold tower directed by the squib. They put it down on the podium where Dumbledore once stood.

"Your attention please!" His voice boomed over the buzzing of everyone.

"Id like the say a few words. Eternal glory. That is what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard tournament. But to do this, that student must survive three tasks. Three... extremely dangerous tasks. For this reason, the ministry seen fot to impose a new rule. To explain all this, we have the head of the department of international magical cooperation, Mr. Bartemius Crouch."

Thunder crashes and the ceiling sky opens up into an aggressive thunderstorm! Everyone starts screaming and you throw your hands over your ears. Then a burst of electricity shoots out of someones wand restoring the ceiling to its formal peaceful night sky. Your eyes shut to the change in light and you see the wizard who fixes the ceiling, Mad-eye moody.

"Bloody hell, a death eater AND a former Auror in the same building?!"

You look at Jadis who looks just as concerned as you do. Mad eye was a scary looking fellow. Chunky with medium length brown hair, he walked with a heavy limp and worst of all? He had a large fake eye that wizzed around in his head. Frankly made you sick to look at. He limped up to the podium and shook Dumbledores hand. Mad eye stepped to the side and pulled out a strange flask and took a large sip of something that didn't look like it tasted very good judging on his facial expression. Mr. Crouch approached the large gold tower and faced the great hall and cleared his throat.

"After due construction, the ministry has concluded that, for their own safety, no studen under the age of 17--

"WHAT NO"

"YOU CANT BE SERIOUS?!"

--shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard tournament. This decision is final!

"THATS RUBBISH!"

The great hall erupted with cries of protests, insults hurled at Crouch and the ministry.

"S I L E N C E!" Dumbledore boomed.

The room fell silent.

Dumbledore raised his want and slowly migrated it down the gold tower reveling a large bronze challis. A blue flame erupted from the top of it.

"The goblet of fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament, need only white their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it into the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly, if chosen, there's no turning back. As from this moment, the Triwizard tournament has begun." Dumbledore returned to his seat, snapped his fingers again and a large bouquet of deserts appeared in front of them, dirty dishes gone, dinner gone. The buzzing of questions has slowly died down everyone was getting tired from their long trips to the school. Soon everyone slowly started filing out of the great hall, full and ready for bed. You finish eating, Jadis left you long ago, and head out towards the Beauxbatons makeshift common room. Suddenly someone grabs you and pulls you down a dark side hallway. You try to yelp but someone places a hand over your mouth shushing you. Your eyes slowly adjust to the darkness of the hallway and you make out his White blond hair and grey/silver eyes, Draco Malfoy.

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Memories - Chapter 7

Sirius Black x Reader

-   The characters belong to J.K. Rowling, English is not my first language, so, sorry for any mistakes and constructive criticism is welcome.  

chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6

Harry and Y/n looked worriedly at Sirius, who was now lying in bed sleeping for three days. Y/n held his hand and pressed the pendant of his necklace in the shape of a small black heart.

…

It had been three days since the Battle of the Department of Mysteries. It had been crazy; several Death Eaters were present. Y/n and Sirius learnt that Harry and his friends were in the department and didn't think twice about going to help them. The rest of the Order members went too, and then the battle began. It had been so long since Y/n had fought, but he still had skills, the same for Sirius. There came a moment when everything went into slow motion for Y/n, she saw Sirius and Harry sending several attacks against the Death Eaters. Harry was too stubborn and wouldn't leave.

Y/n then saw the moment when Bellatrix arrived:

"Avada Kedavra..."

"Protego!" - Y/n shouted, shielding Harry and Sirius, creating a barrier. The spell came back to Bellatrix, and she deflected it. Bellatrix was possessed now.

"Incarcerous!" - Bellatrix screamed, and Y/n felt ropes around her neck. She fell to the floor, desperate, trying to get the rope off, which was tightening by the second, leaving her breathless. Bellatrix laughed, Sirius was about to send a spell at her, but another Death Eater hit him, making Sirius fall unconscious. Lupin saw the situation and started to fight the Death Eater. Bellatrix was still laughing as she kept Y/n with the rope around her neck:

"You will die, you will die" - Bellatrix hummed - "very slowly" - she continued.

Desperate Harry shouted:

"Stupefy!" - Bellatrix flew away and was never seen again after that.

Y/n inhaled sharply and coughed, now she could breathe again. Her vision was blurred but she tried to get up to go to Sirius who was on the floor, but she unbalanced and fell suddenly, Harry stopped and started moving his head in a strange way. Y/n looked at him without understanding anything, Harry was far away from her. Then she saw a shadow coming; her eyes widened. Voldemort appeared, and somewhere Bellatrix's happy laugh could be heard. Harry dropped his wand, then Dumbledore arrived. Y/n wanted to run over there, but her vision was still blurred from nearly fainting from losing her breath. She saw sparks; where Harry was, she couldn't find him. Fire? Water? Her vision began to return, and Dumbledore was battling Voldemort now. Y/n was getting close, wanting to help, when she saw Voldemort turn to dust and Harry run out of air. Y/n's heart squeezed at that moment; it hurt. She didn't know what to do, she was paralysed. Harry was on the floor, and Dumbledore was whispering something to him. Sirius was on the floor, unconscious. She just wanted to help them both. Her eyes filled with tears, and then Harry's friends approached. Harry watched everyone from the ground, including her. Suddenly, Harry started whispering something she couldn't hear, and he stopped moaning in pain. Voldemort reappeared and whispered something to him. Then ministry officials began to appear, and Voldemort disappeared.

"He's back" whispered Cornelius Fudge.

…

Three days and Sirius was still unconscious Harry saw Y/n run her hand over the necklace a few times so he broke the silence

"You really like that necklace..."

Y/n smiled "It was Sirius who gave it to me as a gift, I got into the habit of touching it when I'm anxious, when Sirius was in Azkaban, I always did that, it gave me the feeling that he was with me, it gave me strength."

Harry just nodded in understanding 

"He fought very well for someone who was in Azkaban for so long, I wonder what he was like before that" Harry said looking at Sirius.

"He was always very skilful, extremely intelligent, I remember spending days studying, while he read for a few hours and then going out with the boys to get up to something and his grades were incredible, I found his ease for things unbelievable, all the Marauders  were like that, that's why they got along so well, they managed to do well in their subjects and there was plenty of time for messes, when I found out about the map I was surprised and fascinated, they were able to create something so incredible and they were so young, in this you take after your father, so young and capable of incredible things for his age"

Harry gave a small smile was silent for a while and spoke:

"He called me James during the battle" Harry had a sad look on his face

Y/n also had a sad expression now "Sirius hasn't been the same since Azkaban, that place has mistreated him in ways I can't imagine, he's an extremely strong person, but it's impossible for someone to go through there and not have after-effects, he has a lot of nightmares they've diminished over time at first it was much worse, but he still has them" Harry looked surprised at Y/n and she kept looking at Sirius' face. "I'm sure that during his time there he held on to the good memories he had with his friends at Hogwarts, a great way to have a good patronus isn't it?" Y/n looked at Harry sideways and gave a small smile, but then turned her gaze back to her fiancé "The only way he can protect himself from that bad energy of the dementors.... And I did that with him all this time since he left Azkaban, I tried to build new happy memories, but the old memories seemed to affect him more, I wanted to focus more on reality, but we were trapped inside that house and it turned out that I also got into a bubble of the past with him."

"That's not bad, if it's something that gives you strength and makes you feel good it's impossible to be bad, in the ministry when Voldemort tried to manipulate me it was the memories of my friends with me, you and Sirius that made me stronger than Voldemort, that made me beat him, you didn't stop living because of those memories, but you managed to go on with your life with that."

Y/n looked at Harry and smiled and Harry smiled back it was the first time in days that they had given a real and genuine smile.

"Wise Harry" y/n commented

"I've been talking to Dumbledore a lot"

Y/n's smile widened

The nurse then arrived to give one more potion of the many that Sirius had already received.

Sometime later Y/n had an expression of amusement

"So, you drank your juice looked at the girl and when you smiled you spat out all the juice"

Harry nodded ungraciously "in that I'm sure I wasn't the same as my father"

"Oh no, you sure got that from your dad, you don't know how much fun I had with the bad pick up lines James used to give Lily, he wasn't very good, but at the same time he wasn't insecure, he wasn't afraid to come and talk to Lily and she liked that attitude of his, she played hard to get until she realised she was in love." 

Harry smiled imagining the situation "I bet Sirius was just as confident"

"Yes, he was" Y/n touched the necklace "Actually the history of this necklace is quite controversial in relation to Sirius' unshakeable confidence"

Harry looked at her curiously for her to continue.

"Hi love," Sirius approached and slipped his arms around Y/n's shoulder as they walked, she smiled and kissed his cheek

"Hi, how was Quidditch practice?"

"Good, I wish you were there"

Y/n laughed "to see the other girls screaming for you? No thanks"

"I'd just watch you, and the points I made would all be dedicated to you" Sirius said with a beautiful smile, y/n couldn't help but smile, how could someone be so charming?

"Next game I'll be the first to arrive" she then gave him a peck 

He smiled "Shall we have dinner?" she just nodded

On the way to the great hall Y/n commented

"I love this time of year; I think I'll be travelling with my family and Hogwarts decorations look beautiful" Sirius smiled at her excitement.

"That's nice... I've never cared much for Christmas; with the problems I have with my family I try to avoid them as much as possible" Y/n looked at him annoyed.

"Are you spending Christmas here at Hogwarts?"

Sirius shrugged "believe me, it's a thousand times better than spending it at my house" Y/n remained silent.

On Christmas Day Sirius woke up to a pillow being thrown in his face

"Really James?" Sirius spoke with a sleepy expression "you should be spending the holiday with your family, today my goal is to sleep...lunch...sleep...dinner, I'll do it all over again tomorrow." he said.

James rolled his eyes "no mate, not really, me and Remus are staying here because we care about you and we'll keep you company

Sirius raised an eyebrow "or because Remus found a supposed passage out of Hogwarts..."

"That too, as the school is emptier in the holidays it's better to investigate, then we can put it on the map."

Remus arrived "Let's have breakfast!"

Sirius stood up defeated, his face still crumpled from sleep "ok...ok I hope this passage is worth it" He grumbled.

In the common room Sirius was walking down the stairs when he saw a smiling y/n holding a present, he looked at her surprised and as he approached asked:

"Weren't you going travelling with your parents?"

"Well, I'll have other opportunities to travel with them, I thought it would be nice to spend this Christmas with you" her smile widened.

Sirius still looked at her surprised, but his expression changed, the way he looked at her at that moment made y/n unlearn how to breathe, it was as if he was looking deep into her soul, she felt hot and unresponsive with just that look, but Sirius' expression changed again and he was wide-eyed now

"Y/n... I..." he whispered, and quickly left the room

She was extremely confused now, looking at the present he didn't even pick up

"Y/n!" She heard James' voice calling her "You stayed for Christmas" she just nodded

"Sirius must have been very happy" it was Remus' turn to comment

Y/n looked upset at the two "actually, I don't know, he left here without even picking up my present"

"That's odd... he must have been very surprised" James said, running his fingers along his chin.

"I wonder if he didn't like me being here." Y/n's heart squeezed with such a hypothesis.

"Of course not Y/n, he must have some explanation, I think he went for breakfast, shall we?" Remus replied making way for her to pass

"I'll meet you there, I'll leave the present on his bed"

They nodded and left the common room.

A while later when y/n arrived she sat down next to the boys, she looked at Sirius who kept his gaze on his plate, she now looked at James and Remus without understanding anything they also looked confused, James then broke the silence:

"So.... Y/n why did you decide to stay at Hogwarts?

"I thought it would be nice to spend this Christmas here" she replied still looking at Sirius

Sirius kept his gaze on his plate, Remus made a noise clearing his throat at the awkward silence that hung in the air

"Well... I'm... I'm going to go; I'll see you guys later... I guess..." she stood up and walked away.

James elbowed Sirius in the ribs and he grimaced in pain.

"What's your problem? She stayed here for you!" James looked angry

Sirius sighed "I know, I know, I just..."

"You didn't want her here? Remus interrupted him

"I think I..." Sirius sighed again "I.... well, I... I just" his breathing was uneven

Remus and James looked at him confused "What's going on Sirius?" James asked worriedly

"I...I think I love her ok...and when I saw her in the common room today, for me, I was sure of that feeling, I just took off and left"

James and Remus looked at each other, they both tried to hide their amused expression, but soon started laughing

Sirius had an annoyed expression now

Remus took a deep breath to speak still laughing "Sirius you.... " he paused to take another breath from laughing "did you react like that because you love her?" he laughed again

"That's hilarious" it was James' turn to comment

"That's not funny, I've never felt like that before, I didn't know how to act" Sirius spoke in exasperation 

James took a deep breath now, drying a tear "now she thinks you didn't like her being here, she's pretty upset"

Sirius grimaced and then walked off to find her.

He went to his room to see if she was there and saw the present on his bed, when he opened it he saw a leather jacket, he smiled and got nervous, he had to find her and explain everything, he took the map that was in the drawer saw that she was near the lake and went there.

When he got there, he saw her standing in front of the lake and he approached her.

"Isn't it too cold for you to be out here?"

Y/n turned to him and his heart started racing again

"I'm sorry" She spoke softly

Sirius looked at her confused "For what?"

"I wanted to surprise you and I didn't even know if you wanted me to be here or not" she said sadly.

He moved closer "I do, I was so happy when I saw you"

She crossed her arms because of the cold "it didn't look like it"

"I... when I saw you... well... me" he sighed, she looked at him worried and touched his chest "Sirius?"

He continued "I wanted to say that I felt very happy when I saw you today and well...I felt very happy and..." y/n was very confused now Sirius was having breathing problems...should she call someone?

"And...you're beautiful" she gave a small smile Sirius' next sentence came out in a whisper "I love you" she looked at him in surprise "w..what?"

"Very much, I love you very much and when I saw you there smiling at me, I didn't know what to do with the feeling, I got nervous, I didn't know how to act, I..." He was interrupted with a kiss, which made him calm down he put his hands on her waist and when they stopped kissing, they put their foreheads together

"I love you too" Y/n spoke with her eyes still closed Sirius opened his eyes and smiled from ear to ear, he then pulled away and took from his pocket a necklace with a pendant in the shape of a small black heart he handed it to her

"I was going to give it to you when school started again, but since you're here..."

She smiled "I loved it, so beautiful"

He helped her put it on and while he was putting it on, she commented "I left your present on your bed”, he looked at her again "I saw it, and I really liked it, you know me so well, thank you for staying here" he kissed her again, Y/n smiled between the kiss he stopped kissing her and looked back smiled "what?"

"Has it become our thing to leave the room and leave the other extremely confused?"

Sirius laughed "my revenge"

Y/n laughed and kissed him.

Harry had a big grin on his face, then they heard a grunt "I can't believe you told him that story"

Y/n and Harry looked in surprise towards Sirius who now had his eyes open, they both hugged him Sirius smiled.

"I'm glad you're awake" Y/n said with tearful eyes.

"Don't cry love, I'm fine, but I really didn't realise how much I needed the hug from you two until I got it" Sirius said smiling

Harry smiled "I'll get the nurse" he left the room

"Where am I?" Sirius asked

"St Mungus Hospital" she replied, Sirius couldn't contain his surprised expression, he was in the wizarding hospital? A place with other people? Away from his home? Did he try to move as he became agitated by the thoughts and the Death Eaters? Sirius tried to get up, but y/n stopped him. "Easy there, you need to rest."

"What I'm doing here is dangerous, the Death Eaters, the Dementors..." Sirius spoke now sitting up in bed

"Relax, Sirius, many people saw what you did at the ministry, how you protected Harry and fought against the Death Eaters, in fact you almost died in battle, they are arguing about your innocence at trial" she spoke without containing her happiness

Sirius sighed in disbelief, he had dreamt of this every day since James and Lily's death

"It's not possible" he whispered in disbelief

The nurse arrived next to Harry and started watching Sirius, it was possible to see caution in her gaze, some people looked at Sirius crookedly, they still didn't believe he was innocent.

"He needs two more potions to finish the treatment and tomorrow he might be discharged" the nurse said and left quickly.

"People are still a little afraid of you, but you'll be fine and you're a free man! That's what matters" Y/n commented

Sirius still couldn't believe it, when would he wake up?

"What about the Death Eaters?"

"The Ministry caught the vast majority, plus the Ministry knows Voldemort is back, they saw him" Harry said handing Sirius a newspaper with the news of the battle at the Ministry, Sirius read it all in disbelief.

"Is all this really happening?" Sirius still couldn't believe it

"Yes, you don't have to hide anymore, love" Y/n replied smiling, Harry was smiling too

Sirius then began to smile, however his smile disappeared when he read a specific part in the newspaper.

He who must not be named returns

"It's the beginning of the war" Sirius looked at Harry and Y/n, both now equally serious just nodded.

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the spare // chapter forty-three // death eater!tom hiddleston x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au

story summary:  While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord's triumph, she's being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance's greatest weapons?

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction universe by Lovesbitca8*

word count for this chapter: 5.2k warnings for this chapter: smut, dub-con, dirty talk, exibitionism

Notes: I've fancast Nikolaj Coster-Waldau as Rodolphus 😉 if you get it you get it

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Chapter Forty-Three:

My face heats even more when I realize Caelan was just witness to all that. I pull the quilt back up my shoulders and glance at him over my shoulder. He’s just on the bed, watching.

“What?” I say in his direction, embarrassed.

“We’re going to Edinburgh tonight,” Thomus says, startling me a little. I guess I never did hear his bedroom door click. He thought I was talking to him.

“Whatever,” I reply.

Fuck fuck fuck. I know I don’tneedmy magic to deal with things, but it helps control my anxiety. In a place like Edinburgh I can’t afford to slip up again.

~*~

The main hall in Edinburgh is buzzing with people. From what I could gather the Death Eaters had been dealing with the aftermath of Voldemort’s attempt to spread control internationally. Rioting in Spain and attempts to break through France’s Apparition Line has kept everyone busy. So tonight they’re relaxed and trying to have a good time with the Lots.

As if I’d be anywhere else, I’m right at Thomus’ side as he’s talking to Mulciber. My eyes have scanned the room already and now I’m just mindlessly staring. The only person of note nearby that I recognize is Kyle, but unless we were alone, it didn’t really matter. If he needs to walk to me I’m sure he’ll arrange it. Thomus’ hand grips the end of the leash, but I don’t bother with folding my arms around his, instead keeping my fingers twisted cross my middle. It makes me too anxious to touch him, even for show.

“Oh, I just have Chang working for me in the Lounge tonight,” Mulciber says. He has one of those aristocratic British accents that just makes me want to punch him in the face the more I listen to it. “Your nephew has her all booked up.”

“Is that so?” Thomus says. I can’t tell if he’s genuinely surprised or only politely interested. “I guess Granger’s finally starting to bore him.”

Mulciber chuckles. “How about your house pet? Is she –“

“Oh, don’t worry,” Thomus says, giving a single tight tug on the leash that makes me lurch forward. I catch myself on his arm. “I’ve gotten every Galleon worth.”

My jaw clenches. What an asshole.

“Chang wasn’t a virgin, but I didn’t care,” Mulciber continues. “I favor those Oriental types.” He doesn’t give Thomus a chance to respond because his eyes jump up to someone behind us. “Ah! Lestrange! Haven’t seen you around in a few weeks!”

My face pales and without thinking I grip Thomus’ suit jacket sleeve.Pleasetell me it’s not Bellatrix. Thomus’ head turns quickly, looking over my head at the Lestrange. Thomus immediately tenses.

“Mulciber, how are you?” an unfamiliar baritone says as the man comes to a stop between myself and Mulciber. Relief sweeps through my chest that it’s not her as I take in the tall man. He’s got a familiar shade of sandy hair that’s greying at the temples, pushed back from his face. Good thing, because it’s a handsome face. Square jaw dusted with a 5’oclock shadow and steely grey eyes. If I’m being honest the weathered lines on his face just add to his appeal.

The man eyes Thomus with a mischievous smirk. “Still fucking my wife, Malfoy?”

My eyes widen and my jaw drops.

“Rodolphus,” says Thomus through his teeth.  

Oh, Rodolphus?Thisis Bellatrix’s husband? Holy fuck. Looking at him now, I can see the resemblance between him and his brother.

Rodolphus’ attention turns directly to me and I quickly wipe the shock from my expression. He faces me full on and grabs my right hand, bringing it up to his lips. His hot breath fans across the back of my hand while he speaks.

“This must be your Lot, Malfoy,” he says, his eyes on me. “What shall I call you?”

“Alder,” Thomus snaps.

I try pulling my hand out of his, but his grip tightens and he smiles. “What’s your name, pet?”

“Melisa,” I say quietly.

He kisses the back of my knuckles and straightens, releasing my hand. “A pleasure to finally be formally introduced. We’ve met before you know.”

“We have?”

His eyes crinkle as he chuckles. “Well, I certainly saw you, but I do not believe you saw me.” He finally takes his eyes off me, looking at Thomus. “Quite remarkable really. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anyone Apparate onto the back of a dragon mid-flight.”

Rodolphus’ remark has all three men’s eyes on me. Thomus’ sour expression turns into one of confused surprise.

“Wait, what?” he says.

I wait for Rodolphus to go into detail, but he doesn’t, so I let out a small sheepish grin. “I – I mean, it didn’t feel quite so impressive in the moment.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, pet,” Rodolphus chides, softly elbowing me. “When I’d discovered that she was a mudblood, I was even more impressed.”

“You were at the break in?” Thomus asks me.

“I – um,” I hesitate. Is it okay to talk about this now? Harry’s dead. They know what we took by now. “Waited outside. Had a Portkey. Getaway driver.”

Thomus’ looks like he has more questions, but has to keep them to himself because Mulciber pipes up.

“Oh, look at the time!” He starts stepping away, his hand on Thomus’ arm. “We best be off.”

“There’s not a meeting tonight,” Thomus says. “That’s tomorrow.”

“They changed the date this morning. Didn’t you get his owl?”

“Then why didn’t you question why I brought my Lot?” Thomus hisses. “She’s not allowed in.”

Mulciber shrugs. “Thought she might’ve been booked for tonight as well.”

Thomus sighs heavily and shakes his head.

“Malfoy, why don’t you leave her with me?” Rodolphus cuts in. He holds out his hand for the leash and smiles. “I promise we won’t leave this room.”

“Perfect!” Mulciber says and looks at Thomus expectantly. “Well?”

Thomus is too busy to notice because his eyes are throwing daggers at Rodolphus. Then he sighs heavily and lowers the end of the leash into his waiting palm.

“I’ll see you keep your promise,” Thomus says and it’s a poorly veiled threat.

Rodolphus’ smile turns cheeky, but he doesn’t say anything. His fingers simply close around the leash as he steps closer, his hand on my lower back. Thomus can only glance at me before Mulciber is turning him away.

As we watch them part through the crowd Rodolphus bends to whisper in my ear. “Wait until we’re out of sight.”

Wait for what? I’ve barely had time to register what the fuck just happened. Looking down, I follow the leash to his hand. I know I should be nervous, especially without my magic, but I’m actually feeling… excited?

Calm, but brisk, he turns us around and begins pushing our way through the crowd, heading right for the Lounge. It’s not as busy in there quite yet, so it’s easy for Rodolphus to locate a quiet corner. He sits on one side of a loveseat and pats the opposite cushion. I take a steadying breath and sit towards the edge, angled towards him.

“I’ve been looking forward to talking to you for quite some time,” he says. He shifts himself closer, our knees touching.

“Oh?” I say politely. I have no agenda for this, nothing prepared. I’m just going to talk to see where the conversation goes and what information I can get from it.

He leans an elbow along the back of the loveseat behind me and plays with the leash between his fingers. “I nearly died of shock when I’d heard young Thomus had purchased a Lot.” The arm behind me starts teasing the ends of my hair and his eyes drop to my dress. “Based on your reaction, you didn’t know about the affair, I take it?”

I snort. “My shock had more to do with your audacity than surprise about the fact.”

“Ah, so you’ve met my lovely wife?”

The neckline of my damned green dress is square across my chest and runs just under my shoulder blades along my back. The top of the long puffy sleeves barely stay up on my shoulders, so the feel of his fingers casually brushing my skin as he plays with my hair is distracting. “Unfortunately.”

He chuckles. “An appropriate response, I’m sure.”

Playing with the chain must have bored him, because he slides the loop over his wrist and starts slowly running his hand up my arms. First my right, then my left. It feels nice to be touched like this, so I don’t stop him.

“And why is it you wanted to talk to me?” I ask.

Rodolphus tilts his head. “Do you have any idea how long the affair has been going on?”

I press my lips together, quickly deciding to lie by shaking my head. His fingers now dip under my sleeve, pushing it back as it runs up my skin.

“So long that I don’t recall him showing interest in any other – what’s this?” The pads of his fingers find the scars on my arm and with his other hand, pushes back the sleeve until it stops at my elbow. There’s a torch on the wall above us and it’s enough light for the words to easily be read. His eyes widen and he shifts, his breath coming more quickly now.

I try pulling my hand back, but he grabs my wrist and doesn’t take his eyes off it. “Courtesy of your wife,” I say dryly.

“I’d only heard about the one –“ his eyes go from my arm to my waist and he runs his hand along my side “ – here somewhere.”

I don’t know how to respond. It takes him a moment to recover from his excitement about… whatever the fuck got him riled up. He releases my wrist and sits back in the seat, knees spread. He tugs on my leash.

“Why don’t you sit in my lap, pet?” he suggests, back in control again.

My focus shoots down to his thighs and back to his face. What is it with these guys wanting me to sit in their lap? It stresses me out to think I might make them uncomfortable with my weight on them.

But no, what am I thinking? That’s what I’m worried about? I should be worried about Thomus catching us. I have no idea if his threat to put me in a literal dog house was real. Rodolphus’ suggestion implies I probably shouldn’t trust his intentions. And I think I’d feel… bad, guilty if we’re caught. A part of me feels that way already for just considering it.

I shake my head. I must really be fucking losing it if I’m hesitating over the very opportunity I’d wished for. He could be the someone else that gets Thomus out of my head.

He tugs on my leash again, harder this time. “It wasn’t a suggestion.”

“But Thomus –“

“Is quite used to sharing, pet. Especially with me.” He sounds angrier now, impatient. “Do not make me ask again.”

My chest pounds with nerves as we stare at each other. Then I square my shoulders and straighten my back. “How do you want me?”

Rodolphus grins wide. “Truthfully, on your back, but straddling me will do for now.”

My insides are at war with my mind as I stand, hike my dress up enough, and slide onto his lap, hands on his shoulders. His words make me blush from my ears to my chest. He grabs my hips and slides down the seat, settling my core right over him. His hips flex, pushing up, and I can feel him hard there.

No, I shouldn’t feel bad. Thomus and I aren’t in a relationship. I’m a sex slave, and right now the idea doesn’t repulse me. This stranger’s hands on my body as they slide below the dress, up my thighs to grip and knead my ass feels fucking good. There’s no threat of him hurting my feelings. He hasn’t taken a lust potion… that I know of. It feels like revenge.

He flexes his hips up again and instinctively I grind down against him. A deep satisfied noise comes from his throat.

“I’m starting to see the appeal,” he says huskily.

Suddenly his hand grabs my left wrist again, and he angles it so he can stare at the words. His breath goes ragged and he brings it to his lips, his tongue coming out to trace the lines. His eyes flutter open to see me staring and he yanks on my arm. I lose my balance and I’m leaning against his chest now, his breath in my ear.

“I’d love to give you some scars, too, pet,” he rasps.

My breath catches in my throat and I don’t know how to process that. Fear sends chills down my spine, but get quickly overridden by want as he grinds against me again. I whimper when he pushes right against my clit and I can feel I’ve already started getting wet.

He chuckles. “Hm, so responsive when I’ve hardly touched you. Tell me, pet, does he fuck you properly or does he waste his attention on my wife?”

My face is buried in his neck, my nose taking in his natural musk. He smells so fucking good and I can’t even name what it is he smells like. I focus on that instead of his question because I don’t know how to answer it. I don’t know anything about Thomus’ habits with Bellatrix. For all I know he could’ve been going to her this whole time, but the only evidence I really have is that hickey I saw on his neck once. It’s something I hate thinking about.

As for the first question, the truth is more embarrassing than any lie I could come up with. He fucked me once so to cover his own ass. He doesn’t really want me. He’s said so himself.

I must’ve taken too long to answer him because his hand is clutching the back of my hair, pulling back. I’m forced to sit back with a whimper.

“I don’t know,” I gasp. “I don’t know if he’s still seeing her.”

He gives a wicked smile. “Maybe I ought to return the favor then?” His hips push up again and I grind down in return, my teeth sinking into my lip as pleasure shoots up from my core. “It’s only fair after all.”

His hand pushes at my hip and I keep rocking against him. His fist in my hair is still tight and he starts turning and twisting my head as I move.

My eyes are closed, but I still try to flirt with a smile on my face. “Yeah, we seem compatible.”

“Compatible?” Rodolphus lets out a cruel chuckle. “Well, aren’t you sweet?” His hand releases my hair and wraps around my throat over the collar. “You better hope there’s still some of that sweetness left by the time I’m through with you.”

I grind down on him harder, pulling his hands from my neck and hip. I press his palms against my sides and run them up along my body, over my stomach and to my breasts. If I wasn’t starting to become so mindless I probably wouldn’t have done that. Somehow he’s got my insecurities taking a back seat.

His fingers dig into the flesh of my breasts, and he easily finds my nipples and pinches them. A quiet moan slips through my mouth.

“Do you like pain?” he purrs. The physical pain takes away from my emotional pain, so yeah, right now I do. But am I telling him that? Fuck no.

Suddenly he pulls himself up until his lips are at my ear again. “Ilike pain… I like to give it. Imagine being tied up, cunt fucked raw, body so tired you can’t even move. And then the most unbearable pain imaginable, the mostunforgivablekind, forced onto your body while you take my cock once more.” He groans as he pushes up, his hands back down on my hips to move me against him. “Oh yes, I think you’d enjoy that just as much as I.”

“You don’t know me,” I murmur, almost a whine.

He bites my earlobe. “No, but I know Thomus.” One of his hands starts sliding under the dress again, this time towards my core. “And you mustreallybe a good fuck if he’s not obsessed with my wife any longer.” His fingers push my undies aside and they plunge inside my hole. I grind my teeth to keep from crying out. He grunts in surprise. “Tighter than I expected. Let’s have a taste.”

He withdraws his hand from between my legs and puts the two obviously wet fingers in his mouth. He’s pushed me back and made sure I’m watching. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth and smiles at me. “Don’t worry. I’m a gentleman. I’m going to eat your cunt before I fuck it.”

He sits back against the seat, keeping me up, his hand has found the end of the leash. “I think it’s time you show me how useful that mouth can be.”

Reluctantly, my hands go between us and I fiddle with his belt. “Won’t Bellatrix be upset?”

A sharp slap across my cheek nearly topples me. I gasp and rub the sore skin, my eyes wide.

“You will refer to my wife as the Lady Lestrange. Do I make myself clear?”

I blink away tears, my chest shuddering with my breaths as I nod. I get his belt loose and pop the button. I’m going to start hyperventilating any minute now.

“I could taste your fear,” he murmurs. “It was fucking delicious.”

I shimmy down his legs a bit to give myself more room to pull down the zipper. Maybe this will be a good thing. If he can get me to a state where I don’t feel anything. Fuck, I’m already not thinking as clearly as I should. Maybe the cruelty will be worth it. To get over Thomus, a man I never should’ve gotten swept up in to begin with.

As my hand slips into his underwear, a hand clamps onto my shoulder and yanks me back. My leash is let go and I fall onto my ass as someone shoves themselves between me and Rodolphus. Breathing hard, I focus on the pain from falling and the slap still stinging my cheek while Thomus blinks into my focus. I can’t see his face, but his wand is under Rodolphus’ chin.

Rodolphus smiles, his hands up. “I see why you like her. I think she’ll make a perfect addition to our little family, don’t you?”

“You arenotmy family,” Thomus seethes.

Rodolphus shrugs. “It doesn’t matter what it’s called. So long as you’re fucking my wife, I’ll be playing with your new favorite toy.” He leans into Thomus’ wand and smirks. “Which means she won’t be yours for much longer.”

Thomus slowly lowers his wand, his wrist flicks, and then its disappeared. I slide back further so I can get off my ass and as I’m getting to my feet, Thomus rears back and punches Rodolphus right in the jaw.

My hands latch onto Thomus’ arm to stop him from punching him further. Some other Death Eater, an on-looker, pulls out their wand and separates Thomus, until he’s on his back, pushing himself onto his hands. For the first time since this thing began, my eyes dart around the room. It’s filled out now, but luckily this fight didn’t bring much attention. I can only assume little fights like this must happen all the time.

I pull Thomus by his upper arm. He shoves me off when he’s standing.

“Don’t bother making your little threats, Thomus,” Rodolphus sneers, buckling his pants. “I’ve heard them all before.”

Thomus huffs angrily before grabbing my arm and yanking me through the crowd. Thank god, I hope we’re going home. I can barely look at him as guilt wracks through my body. Guilt, but also relief that I’m in his hands again.

Alarm bells go off in my head when he doesn’t take us to the usual fireplaces reserved for the Floo, but instead outside. He finds a side door and shoves me through it, the loud bang as it shuts makes me jump. The outside chill feels nice on my skin.

I can enjoy it only for a second before his hand is on the back of my neck and he’s shoving me against the castle wall. My right cheek digs into the rough texture as he crowds behind me, sticking my left forearm to the wall before doing same to the other.

“What’re you doing?” I gasp, confused.

“What am I doing?” he mocks angrily. His hands are on my hips and he kicks apart my feet, standing between them. “What’reyoudoing?”

“I – “

“Did you forget? How could you possibly forget?” He drags his short nails up the back of my thighs, pushing my dress up over my ass in the process. He pushes his hips against it, pulling at my hips.

“Forget what?”

“Whose name is on your arm?” he demands.

My eyes, instead of trying to strain to see him, slide their focus to my arm. My sleeve has fallen with gravity and the small dark signature has revealed itself against my skin.

“Yours,” I breathe.

Thomus runs his hands down the front of my hips, following my fupa and up my stomach. He kneads the flesh there and I feel his warm breath fan across the lower-than-usual back neckline. He cups my breasts and his hips flex against my backside, and he lowers his face until I feel his lips drag along my shoulder.

“I didn’t hear you,” he says. “Louder.”

“Yours.” I can only manage a whisper this time.

Thomus’ hands are back on my ass. He grabs the waistband of my undies and hikes them up. His touch is caressing, lifting and spreading my cheeks until he gives a sharp smack to one of them. My body jumps at the surprise.

“What exactly was your plan there?” he asks. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

“No, I –“

He smacks my ass again. “You just didn’t care. You didn’t care about being caught. You didn’t care about the warning I gave you –“

“I headed your warning,” I snap. “I didn’t kiss him.”

“Do you think that really matters?” he goads dryly. “He was about to have the one fucking thing that’s mine.”

I swallow hard. “You don’t own –“

He leans in close, his breath near my ear. His hand presses on the back of my forearm. “That’s my fucking name, isn’t it? Hm?” His nose is in my hair and I can hear him breathing me in. The metal on his belt starts to jingle behind me and I shift my feet when I hear his zipper undo. “So wouldn’t that make this body mine?”

My own breath is coming heavier still. Confusion still soaks my mind when I feel his cock pressing along the crotch of my undies.

“But you find me disgusting,” I whisper.

His hips push himself back and forth between my thighs and his hands grip down my front again. “Absolutely disgusting,” he murmurs, kissing along my shoulder.

“But why?” I dare to ask.

“Why do I find you disgusting?”

“No, why’re you doing… this?”

He clears his throat, anger in his voice once more. “If you’re going to act like a whore, I’m going to treat you like one.”

When my breath catches again, it’s because I don’t exactly hate that idea. No, I really like that idea. I want him to fuck me like he hates me. I want it because I know it’s true. It means he’s not going to turn around and break my fucking heart again.

“Why… here?”

His chuckle isn’t just dark, it’s promising. “Because I like fucking in places I shouldn’t.” His hand caresses my ass again, his hips grinding against my covered core. “It’s what you want, isn’t it?”

I close my eyes and push my hips back. “Yes,” I breathe.

Thomus’ hand slips between us, pulling my undies to the side and pushes his tip through my folds. His other hand jumps to the back of my hair and twists.

“Are you wet from him or me?” he demands.

I wish I could hide my face. I want to feel regret, but it’s lead to this, something I desperately wanted. I take a deep breath before answering.

“Him.”

With that, Thomus shoves himself completely inside me and we both gasp at the sensation. He pulls away from my shoulder, but I can still hear him panting behind me. It fucking hurts, but the pain feels so good. I feel so full and I can hardly think.

I rotate my hips, trying to encourage him to move. I need him to. He doesn’t and I whimper.

“Oh, what’s that?” he pants. He smooths a hand down my back, following the line of the zipper. I whimper again but it sounds more like a whine. I rotate my hips again, my feet shifting. He grabs the pliant flesh at my hips tightly, fingers digging in. “You’re going to have to beg better than that.”

This time I definitely whine.

“Aw, can’t you speak?” he mocks. “Did my cock steal the words from your mouth? Did you miss my cock that much?” He slowly pulls his hips back, almost all the way out, and snaps them back. I feel him along every part of my insides. He’s so deep and I love feeling him drag his way out before pushing himself back in.

“Good, because I’ve fucking missed this pussy,” he groans.

His hips start rocking against me, his cock sliding in and out in the most perfect, torturous rhythm. His skin slaps against mine and my toes curl as the absolute pleasure radiates over my body. I’m meeting his every thrust and I almost don’t care that my body’s still twisted against the cold stone of the castle. There’s no way I can come from this, but fuck if it doesn’t still feel euphoric. My body’s tensing, on the verge of a mind-blowing orgasm while he fucks me.

At some point he unsticks my face, so he can tug and pull on my hair, his fingers twisted against the back of my head. The slap of our bodies is straight up pornographic, and I’m so wet the squelching noises echo against the wall and cobble floor. I’m so out of my mind with pleasure that I’m barely making a sound, my mouth just hangs open as I pant for air.

“Who does this fucking pussy belong to?” he grunts with a sharp tug to my hair.

I start to stutter his name, but then moan, “You. It’s yours.”

Thomus releases my hair and starts to fumble around my front, reaching for my fupa. He shoves his hand between my hanging belly and my thigh, fingers searching for my clit. But when he does get it, the angle causes him to slip out. My hips have to change their angle, and when he tries again, it only happens again, to his – and my – frustration.

“Release my hand, I’ll –“

“No,” he growls. “It’s my fucking cunt and I’m going to make it cum.”

He quickly releases my hands, pulls out and spins me around. Before he can do anything, I plant a hand on the side of his neck and bury the other in his hair, pulling him down to me. Our lips meet with desperation already mingling in the taste of our lust. I have to choke back tears because of how much I missed kissing him.

He bends his knees and I feel his along the back of my thighs. He only pulls his mouth away from mine to order me to jump.

I jump and he slams my back into the castle wall. I don’t know how high I am off the ground, but we’re at eye level. He’s stuck my back to the wall. I pull my legs up, spread wide, and he pushes them back down and closed so he can slide my undies down my legs. He vanishes them and then his hands are on my thighs, spreading them, stepping between them. His thumb finds my clit and he rubs circles around it as he lines up at my entrance again. I grip his hair and whimper when he swiftly slides back inside, still as hard as before.

He finds his rhythm again and pulls his hand out from between us, his pelvis rocking against my clit like it did the first time we fucked. My head fell back against the wall and my eyes almost rolled into my skull. His arms cradle my thighs and his hands are on my ass. I feel his breath at my ear.

“I’m allowing you to cum formypleasure only,” he growls. “I want your cunt to squeeze and milk my cock because it’smine, do you understand?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “For you. Only you.”

My body rocks and jolts with every thrust, the pressure against my clit nearly sending me over the edge.

The only mistake I make is opening my eyes. My intention was to look at him, to make sure that this was real. But instead my eyes find others… watching us. I don’t know who and I don’t know how many because I quickly squeeze my eyes shut.

“Thomus,” I whisper in his ear. “People are watching.”

“Good,” he pants, louder than just moments ago. “Let them watch.”

I glance at them again over his shoulder before burying my face in it. I whine as I try to concentrate again. I’d been soclose.

I pull him to face me again, pressing my lips against his, drinking him in like I’ll never get to again. Because who knows? Maybe I won’t. This is just a moment of madness.

He moans when he kisses me back. He’s just as lost as I am. The euphoria of his fucking drags me back in and my hips strain to take as much as they can, trying to gain even the tiniest amount of pleasure.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he murmurs. I nod my head, my fingers digging into his shoulders. He sounds in control, but his thrusts are starting to become erratic and uneven.

“Harder, please,” I beg quietly in his ear. He gives me his all and fucks the orgasm right out of me.

I choose not to moan and whimper for our audience, but the orgasms strength makes me delirious. My head falls back with abandon and my head cracks against the wall. I feel dizzy but barely register the pain.

Thomus cums in response to my body’s orgasm. He thrusts one last time and holds himself there. My insides squeeze and pulse around him, he’s cum so much I feel the mixture of our pleasure being pushed out around him, dripping.

“Fuck,” he moans quietly into my ear, panting still. “I’ve missed you.”

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[severussnaperevived]

Harry Potter and the unforgivable potion

Content: Death, sacrifice, gruesome

Chapter 1

People sat around a large wooden table scraping the last bits of roast chicken off their plates, "Thank you for such a lovely night and a beautiful dinner" said a tall thin man as he wiped his mouth with a napkin, before standing up from his chair.

Zallah said "you guys are welcome here anytime" before also standing up and collecting the dishes and taking them to the kitchen to put in the sink.

Zallah heads to the door to farewell her guests, she grabs a yellow coat with flowers off the hook that sits under a picture of her with Severus Snape and puts it on the toddler, Zallah picks up the toddler and walks over to her mother and passes her over to her mother, Zallah waves to the family as the two boys run towards the car with the dad not far behind, "bye" she yells as the mother walks through the door, zallah closes the door behind her, as the door closes the picture comes to life and the tap turns on as the dishes proceed to do themself.

Zallah walks into the lounge and picks up a book and places it back in the book shelf, noises could be heard from the 5 pictures in the room, the first was of her as a young child being held by tom riddles, second was her with a group of death eaters, third was with her holding a young girl, fourth her and Bellatrix laughing together and the fifth was her cradling a newborn baby, she walks up to the fifth picture and grabs it off the cabinet and walks out of the lounge down the hallway she opens the door to the nursery walks over to a dresser opens the draw and places the photo inside it.

Zallah walks out of the room closing the door behind her, she walks further down the hallway until she reaches a door with a lock, Zallah grabs the lock with her hand and whispers Daisy and the lock unlocks, she pushes the door open to the stairs down to the basement.

Chains rattle as the captors move in fright as Zallah enders the basement, Zallah walks over to a desk that has 3 giant books on it she opens up one and attempt 3649 can be seen on the top of the page, she walks over to a giant cauldron and light a fire under it, she walks over to a table full of jars and tips some of the contents from mutable jars into the cauldran, she cuts her arm and says "blood for living close relative" as her blood drips into the boiling potion, She places her hands on the cauldran and chants "life to death, death to life" the potion changes colour "Xaveradous expectonus" she shouts as the liquid becomes still.

"it's time" she says in excitement as she heads toward the ties up wizard she places her hand on him and whispers "Nockmane", the captive falls asleep "i'm so sorry for what I'm about to do to you, please forgive me" says Zallah, she picks him up walks over and throws him into the liquid, the liquid begins bubbling again, zallah walks over to a huge chest freezer and opens it inside are bodies covered in blankets her reaches into the freezer and grabs out her stillborn infant and closes the freezer leaving the adult remaining inside, Zallah walks over carefully drops the baby inside the potion, smoke starts to rise from the liquid then it becomes still, Zallah stares at the potion suddenly the potion starts moving again, Zallah reaches into the liquid and pulls out the newborn girl.

The newborn screams as she is lifted out of the liquid,

Zallah falls to her knees crying while cuddling her newborn daughter.

Zallah walks through her house to the nursery and goes to the dresser, she opens up the second draw and grabs a teddy bear outfit and heads to the changing table, she puts a nappy on her baby then dresses her in the outfit, Zallah picks up her daughter and heads out of the nursery down the hall and into the master bedroom, she places Daisy on the middle of the bed and heads to the wardrope, she opens the door and walks inside, she takes off her black dress revealing her skull and snake tattoo and a huge tattoo of a dragon on her back she puts on a white top, blue jeans and high heals.

Zallah walks over to the bed and picks up Daisy and kisses her before heading put of the room and down the hallway toward the front door as zallah reaches the door she reaches to the hooks on the wall and grabs her car keys off them then turns and heads down the hall she stops half way opens the door to the garage and walks inside towards her blue ute, Zallah opens up the back door and buckles her daughter into the car seat before jumping into the driver seat and opening the door with the remote, She turns the car on looks back and reverses out of the garage she presses the button and the garage door starts closing.

[devilofthehounds]

God Eater 3 Character Novel | Unstained Choice: Chapter 6

[image id: A novel cover. On the right side is Claire Victorious from God Eater 3, holding her Charge Spear-type God Arc and staring off into the distance with determination. On the left side is a young Claire, holding a handkerchief in her hand and looking sad. In the background is a Gleipnir banner. The text, when translated into English, reads “God Eater 3 Character Novel | Chapter 3: Claire Edition | Unstained Choice”. /end id]

This is a fan translation. Original text here.

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"...Huh... Claire...?"

"Oh, you're awake. This is the infirmary. We're aboard an Ash Crawler heading for Arrowhead at full speed."

I held Eir's hand as she laid on the bed, slowly taking in her surroundings.

"...That's weird. Pretty sure I died..."

"It was certainly a close call, but..."

I had managed to stop the bleeding and treat her wounds in time. Thanks to some sedatives I had on hand, I'd been able to calm her overactivated Oracle Cells and treat the burst inducer overdose.

The others in my unit had rushed in—to rescue me, not Eir—and barely made it in time to transport her.

"Some of the ash has seeped into your body, so we're not out of the woods yet, but... I think we'll make it to Arrowhead, and we can get you proper treatment there."

"...Whoa... Look at you, sounding all confident."

I'd started studying medicine because of what Eir did for me back then, but I never thought it'd end up saving her life. I only hoped I had been able to repay her for her efforts.

"...Claire. What about my unit... and the AGE kids?"

"We've received word that they found another caravan. But..."

Since Eir was suspected of murdering her superior officer, everyone in her unit ended up being taken into custody.

The truth was in our hands: the two of us, here and now.

"Eir, please. Tell me what happened. ...You're not the one who killed him, are you?"

Even now, there had to be something—someone—for me to protect.

"...When the Ash Storm stopped the caravan, our dearly departed commander gave the order to continue the operation."

After a long silence, Eir slowly began to speak.

"He thought if we could intercept the approaching horde of Aragami and restore the beacon, he'd be able to take the glory. Anyone else could see that it was suicide. I tried to stop him, but he..."

Eir squeezed my hand.

"He pulled his gun on me, yelling about fools who didn't understand justice."

"What...?!"

"What a joke, right? A guy like that trying to get someone out of the way."

Staring into space, Eir spun the tale of what had happened on the ship.

"Before he could shoot me... one of the AGE kids swung at him with their God Arc to protect me."

Those brave little knights...

"After that... things didn't calm down until they were all dead. ...No matter the reason, an AGE who kills a superior officer is sentenced to death. To prevent that... I staged the footage so that it'd look like I acted alone."

"Why... Why would you do that to yourself?!"

After a heavy silence, Eir turned her gaze toward me.

"...Wanna know something, Claire? I actually used to be an orphan."

"...Huh?"

"They thought I'd have a high compatibility, so I was adopted from an orphanage. I've been a tool of House Albert ever since. ...I'm really not all that different from an AGE."

"...Is that why you were so kind to those AGE children?"

Her wry smile confirmed my suspicion.

"For the sake of my family, for the sake of my parents, I'd do anything... The rumor about me killing my comrades was completely bogus... but I did leak insider information from Gleipnir, and to try and earn some glory, I even purposely lured Aragami to the battlefield, needlessly creating more casualties."

On her parents' orders.

Eir's voice conveyed no emotion as she spoke.

"Why... Why would you do such things?! You shouldn't have to obey orders like that!"

I felt so angry at Eir's parents, at House Albert.

Was it truly necessary to make her go that far? Had they ever considered Eir's feelings?

That was all I could think about.

"But if I don't... will my family ever love me?"

That one question, so frank and without pretense, stopped me in my tracks.

"I still can't forget how I felt the day I met my mother and father, sitting there, hugging my knees. ...We've been looking for someone like you. We wish we'd found you sooner. Those words, and their warm embraces; they made me feel so much joy. ...Do you really think you could ever understand?"

Warm tears fell from Eir's cold eyes.

"If I could go back to that moment... If I could make them smile and hug me again, I'd do anything. Money? Power? I'll get you all of that and more. Because the only thing I want..."

That day, Eir had said she would create the House Albert she desired.

Now I understood the true meaning of her words. I desperately clutched her cold hand.

I wanted to fill the void in Eir's heart, even if just a tiny bit.

"But I've reached my limit... The orders I received from my parents before the operation were for an assassination. To use the AGEs to kill the commander who was getting in my way."

"No..."

"There was no way I could order a kid to kill someone, then leave them in the Ashlands to get rid of the evidence... I tried so hard to convince them, but Mother and Father just wouldn't listen... I'd almost given up hope, but then... I found you again, after all this time."

As I sat there in shock, Eir stared at me quietly.

"Hearing you talk about how you wanted me to fulfill my dream... it woke me up. It made me remember who I was, what I'd almost lost sight of."

I couldn't take it. Tears started to well up in my eyes.

So, this time...

"I would no longer be my parents' puppet. Just as I made that decision... the exact scenario my parents had proposed played out. I realized that this was my fate."

Was this how it was meant to be?

Why had not a single ray of hope reached Eir?

"So, in the end... I decided to take the blame for the AGEs who had protected me and lay down my life. I gave my unit strict orders to protect them with everything they had. Seeing all those kids crying for me... I have to admit, it did give me one last bit of solace."

Eir gripped my hand tightly as she tried to raise her battered body.

Within her eyes, I could see her unshakable will.

"Sorry, but... I have one last request. And you're the only one who can fulfill it."

As my tears continued to fall, she gave me a gentle smile.

Eir entrusted her final wish to me.

I sat outside the intensive care unit at Arrowhead, immersed in silence and emptiness.

I went over Eir's wish in my mind again and again.

At that moment, the sound of brave, bold footsteps approached.

"I have been told you were the one to secure a confession from the suspect Eir Albert."

When he entered my vision, I immediately stood up.

"G-Governor-General..."

The chief commander of Gleipnir, Governor-General Abraham Gadolin.

He had taken over my father's former position, becoming the most powerful man in Gleipnir and the arbiter of authority.

"I've been given a summary of what took place during the operation, but I'd like to hear the details from you directly. ...Would you mind telling me what happened?"

I was overtaken by a sense of intimidation. Falsehoods would not be tolerated here.

His demeanor was identical to my father's during his work.

Taking a deep breath, I began to speak.

"...During the operation, the caravan carrying Eir Albert confirmed the presence of an Ash Storm in the direction they were traveling. With the numerous amount of Aragami that had been herded into their path, the unit had to decide whether to continue the operation or abort it."

As I faced Governor-General Gadolin, it felt as though I was face to face with my own sense of justice.

"Eir Albert, concerned by the risk of casualties, advised her commander to abort the operation. However, he wouldn't listen to her, and an argument ensued. Then..."

Then...

The words died in my throat. I couldn't stop my clenched fists from shaking.

"...Is something the matter? Please, continue."

Eir's final wish.

I didn't want to fulfill it. I wanted to save her. I wanted to defend her.

But this was what she wished for and gave her life for. With her own will.

And, for the first time, she reached out to me and entrusted me with it.

"...Eir Albert, wielding her God Arc... single-handedly took over the caravan."

I would spin the tale she desired.

"After taking control of the ship, Eir Albert's unit objected to her actions. They left her in the Ashlands and fled the scene. Discovered in an underground research facility, Eir was taken into custody, which brings us to the present..."

I couldn't stop my tears from overflowing.

"And so, Eir's unit and the detained AGEs aren't at fault...! All the blame lies with Eir Albert alone, who disobeyed her commander's orders and massacred her comrades!"

In lamentation, I let free the truth.

I made it the truth.

Her wish—her final wish, entrusted to me—had been fulfilled.

"...I understand. I have full confidence in your testimony."

As I sobbed, Governor-General Gadolin gently placed a large hand on my shoulder.

"Your father and aunt did a great deal for me throughout the years. I sense the same noble will in you as I did in them."

What part of me could ever be called noble?

In the end, I couldn't save anything.

"This operation was a rehearsal for our next large-scale operation. Its purpose was to reaffirm the power structure within our organization, and to find God Eaters we could trust therein."

Governor-General Gadolin looked me in the eye and revealed the true purpose of the operation.

"Someone who will continue to search for the right course of action in any given situation. We wished to find someone who would not be blinded by immediate temptations, who could follow their own sense of justice."

I stared back at him, unable to grasp the true meaning of his words.

"...Claire Victorious. I am entrusting you with the hope of humanity against the Ashlands."

"The hope... of humanity...?"

At that moment, the door to the treatment room opened behind me.

"It's all over. We were in hot water for a moment there, but there's no need to worry anymore!"

Governor-General Gadolin gave me a nod as I turned.

"Your friend, I presume? Go to her."

I bowed deeply at his words and ran into the treatment room.

"Eir... Eir...!"

Lying on the bed, her face pale, Eir gave me a small smile when she saw me.

"...Claire."

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry...! I couldn't save you...!"

I had blocked her path.

It made no difference that it was what she wanted.

The future with her family that she had risked everything for could no longer become reality.

"Heheh... What are you talking about? You did save me."

Eir's hand touched my cheek.

I could feel a faint warmth from her fingertips.

"Because you were there, because I met you, I was able to live my life the way I wanted to until the very end."

Freed from her curse, Eir turned toward me, her eyes unclouded.

"I like the way you live your life. So, keep going. I'm sure of it: waiting in the future are people who will happily fight alongside you, rebelling against reality."

Eir lowered her arm and closed her eyes in satisfaction.

"Now it's my turn to support you on your path, forever and ever. ...Don't forget, okay?"

"...!"

Eir's body was restrained and carried away.

She was a criminal. Even though she was grievously injured, she managed to survive. And so, she had to atone for her crimes.

Perhaps with her life.

I continued to stare after my friend as she was taken away, still feeling her warmth lingering on my cheek.

"...I know, Eir. I promise."

I was certain that I would continue to have worries, to stumble and fall as I moved forward.

There might even be times when I would feel overwhelmed by reality and my own powerlessness.

But I wouldn't stop. I would continue to believe in myself and in the words she gave me.

"I'll always strive to be someone you can be proud of... So, keep watching me."

With that vow, I wiped away my tears, turned away from my friend, and set out toward my future.

[iviarellereads]

The Eye of the World, Chapter 8 - A Place of Safety

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(Staff icon)(1) In which that doesn't feel like a very fair deal.

Moiraine sets about doing something to Tam, no thunderclaps or flashes of light like in the stories, just holding her hands to his chest quietly. Lan comments on Tam's sword at Rand's hip, saying he hadn't thought to see a heron-marked blade here, of all places. The heron is the mark of a master swordsman, as it turns out.(2)

Rand tells them of the black rider, and asks if they'd known, could it have helped them prepare? Moiraine says no, and not to blame himself. She'd have dragged a dozen of her Sisters with her if she'd known, but alone, not even a month's warning could truly have helped her. Lan starts to question Rand about the rider, but Moiraine tells him not to have the lad believing he's at fault for anything. Besides, she should've known with the way the raven behaved. Rand is puzzled at this.

“Carrion eaters.” Lan’s mouth twisted in distaste. “The Dark One’s minions often find spies among creatures that feed on death. Ravens and crows, mainly. Rats, in the cities, sometimes.”(3)

Moiraine can't fully heal Tam, she needs to rest, but she pulls out an angreal,(4) a relic from the Age of Legends that Aes Sedai use to perform their greatest miracles. They no longer know how to make them, but she was allowed to take this one by the Amyrlin Seat,(5) and hopefully it's enough to let her root out the corruption of the Trolloc blade that nicked him.

While she gets back to her work, Lan tells Rand that the black rider was a Myrddraal. He explains that the stories that say they're twenty feet tall are exaggerated, but they are powerful, they have powers of a sort, and they control the Trollocs, tell them where to go and what to do. Rand shivers, and Lan tells him that they scare him, too.(6)

Moiraine finally declares she's done. Rand thanks her, wanting to laugh with relief and wiping away tears. She says so much has been lost since the Age of Legends, healing techniques and so many more useful things, even besides the making of angreal, and the few who remain are weaker than they used to be. Healing now requires drawing from the subject's reserves. It's lucky Tam was a strong man in body and spirit, but with a few weeks in bed, he'll be fine.

Rand repeats his promise to do anything, if it doesn't hurt the village or his friends, to repay her. She mentions that he'll likely be leaving at the same time they do.

Rand panics, thinking they mean the whole community. Two Rivers folk are very settled, they almost never leave, wouldn't it be better to stay and rebuild? Moiraine explains that he'll have to leave for the sake of the village. The Trollocs clearly came to the village looking for young men of a certain age. Rand's farm and Perrin's family's were the only two outlying farms attacked, and the attack in the village started at the blacksmith's and the Cauthon home. They were born within weeks of one another. In one of the boys, or in all three, is something the Dark One fears, and wants to snuff out before it can hurt him.(7)

Eventually, Rand gives into the idea of leaving, to save the village. But, maybe he'll get to see the world, the cities he dreamed of. Moiraine suggests gently that Tar Valon,(8) the stronghold of the Aes Sedai, would be the safest place for him. He doesn't like it, but he has little choice.

Moiraine goes to find Mat and Perrin, who will also have to leave, and Mistress al'Vere brings him some food and warns him not to wake Tam. Rand asks a few pointed questions, and realizes that everyone thinks the attack was random, just chaos, so probably everything else Moiraine said was true, too.

The al'Veres tell him to sleep. If he won't take the other empty room, then he should have some broth and curl up next to the fire. Rand thanks them, and they leave, but he decides he can't sleep, because what if his father wakes up? There's so much he needs to say, and so much he needs to hear. He just needs to stay awake…

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(1) Represents Moiraine's staff. Which, it feels safe to say now, makes her our Gandalf. Especially since she's initiating our call to action. (2) Fancy. Why a heron? "Herons are symbols of both patient serenity and graceful action across multiple cultures and mythologies." (from "Origins of the Wheel of Time") Certainly, qualities you want in your elite armed forces. Though, this still leaves us with the question of why Tam ever had it. (3) That explains quite a bit in retrospect, especially about Egwene's prologue… (4) Angreal, eh? Another slanted pronunciation shift. If anyone's never read The Da Vinci Code, this is a reference to the Holy Grail. TDVC's silly claims aside, the old French is "san greal" -> "sangreal" -> many thousands of years -> "angreal" which is hardly a stretch at all. (5) Hey now, we already had a Merrilin-Merlin, now we've got an Amyrlin (a Merlin) Seat, which sounds like some sort of leader among the Aes Sedai. This won't be the last confusing near-match name we run into, sorry. (6) Something like that, so powerfully unnatural, it's probably smart to be afraid. (7) So, someone has a prophecy based on a birthdate, rather than a name or characteristic. It's a bit cheeky to pretend we don't know whose perspective we've been in for over a hundred pages, though. (8) Avalon -> Tar Valon.

[nami-writes]

Seek, And Ye Shall Find - Harry Potter

Upon returning for their eighth year, Draco is re-sorted into Gryffindor and suddenly, nobody can find him in the world he's lost himself in. Unfortunately for him, Harry is the Seeker and he's determined to find his Golden Snitch. Maybe eventually, Draco will find it too.

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alrighty!! this is one of two (2) pieces i've finished this whole year (the other one being my original story lighter days) but contrary to lighter days, this is 14k spread throughout 19 chapters!

this is a harry potter fanfic centered around some sweet sweet rivals/enemies(?) to lovers drarry with chapter lengths ranging from 80 words to 2k, and at its darkest it will dabble in topics like suicidal ideation, self harm, and lots of angst and h/c. if that's not your jam, click off now :) check ao3 tags for more detailed content warnings (or if you just wanna read the whole fic without waiting lol)

without further ado, enjoy <3

last resort.

“Gryffindor!”

Gryffindor.

Gryffindor?

Harry snaps out of his bored daze and his eyes dart over to the front of the room. He could’ve sworn the last name that was called was Malfoy’s. Malfoy? A Gryffindor?

“Malfoy? A Gryffindor?” Hermione practically reads his mind.

Ron rolls his eyes. “I never thought I’d see the day.”

Malfoy stands from the stool at the front. Stares fill the room with tension as Malfoy slowly approaches the Gryffindor table and sits down. Traitor, Harry can tell the Slytherins are thinking. The Hufflepuffs seem pitiful, the Ravenclaws uncertain. The Gryffindors, his own people, seethe with anger and loathing.

“We might have to share a dorm with a Malfoy? Blimey, can you imagine?” Dean says. “A death eater!”

“I’m glad I don’t have to share a room with rubbish like him,” Hermione says.

“Lucky,” Ron grumbles.

Absently, Harry nods along, but his eyes are on Malfoy. His fists are clenched in his lap, posture stiff as he glares down at the table. Among the surrounding eighth-year Gryffindors dutifully ignoring him, he’s practically invisible.

He can almost feel Professor Snape’s eyes on Malfoy, almost hear the howlers he's going to receive. He can already hear the Gryffindors’ disdain and he doesn’t want to know what the Slytherins are saying. It's the beginning of the year and already, things are going wrong.

Why would Malfoy ask to be re-sorted?

—

Everyone is on edge as they find their room assignments for the night. Nobody needs to say it to know what everyone else is thinking: who are the unlucky blokes that have to room with Malfoy?

Harry isn’t partaking in this. He's not. He only surveys his room out of curiosity. Three things stick out to him: Ron is here, Malfoy isn't, and there's one extra bed.

Maybe they have an uneven number of students this year. Not everyone wanted to come back for eighth year, after all. His room just so happens to be one short.

“Oh, thank Merlin,” Ron breathes a sigh of relief. “Pity whoever did get him, but at least we'll have a good year.”

“Yeah,” he agrees with half a smile, the other half wondering why they couldn’t have just magicked the extra bed away.

—

In the two weeks since school has begun, Malfoy has been a ghost.

Harry sees him in class. Sitting in the back, off-putting in red uniform, he focuses intently on finishing his work and keeping his head down until the professor excuses him from class. But never at breakfast, or between classes, or in the common room. It’s as if he doesn’t exist outside of his studies.

Supposedly, someone has asked him directly about this. And supposedly, he turned and walked away. Harry doesn’t think he’s heard him say a word since seventh year.

—

“Malfoy,” he calls down the hall to an evasive not-Slytherin. “Malfoy! We’re supposed to be working together. I thought you at least cared for school.”

The slimy bugger can’t seem to care any less. “Not if you’re involved.”

Harry contemplates summoning his broom, chasing him through the halls, but Malfoy is too stubborn. It wouldn’t be worth the effort.

“Get out of my life, Potter,” he spits, and Harry lets him turn the corner.

—

He hates Potions. He hates Potions with a passion, and he hates Professor Snape with a passion, and he needs to calm down or he’s going to hex the Professor and deeply regret it when he’s cursed back.

He splashes water onto his face and focuses on its coolness, thinks about rainbows and puppies and all the lovely good things he’s supposed to think about. He holds back a scream and then casts quietus on himself and screams anyway. In an empty bathroom, the quietening spell will be enough.

He doesn’t register the crying somewhere behind him until it stops and suddenly, the silence is deafening.

“Myrtle?” He turns around. “Not great timing.”

If Myrtle’s there, she doesn't make it known. If she's not, there's a student crying here in the bathroom.

“Is someone there?” Harry says. “Are you alright?”

Maybe he interpreted the location of the crying wrong. The room is echoey after all. But upon turning around, there's a whisper behind him and when he whirls around again, frantic footsteps disappear through door that swings open by itself, nobody in sight.

—

Oh, bloody hell.

He twists and turns in bed but now that he's woken up, he can't stop thinking about it. The Dursleys and the abuse and the godforsaken cupboard. It still feels wrong calling it abuse, even now that he knows what it's like to live without it.

He can still feel the fresh bruises on him and hear their scorn. He doesn't even remember if he was upset about it anymore. Maybe, by that point, he'd simply accepted it.

His gut twists with wrongness at the memory of an eight-year-old Harry begging Dudley not to tell his parents that someone had bought him ice cream at school, and the dread that followed when Dudley told anyway and Vernon’s face lit up with rage. He remembers exactly how Petunia called him selfish and greedy and spoiled, the same voice he hears now when he dares to want anything at all.

Even years past, when he's old enough to go to university, he remembers it all clear as day.

He can't do this. He needs a walk.

He passes the perpetually-empty bed next to his on his way out. By this point people have begun wondering why the staff haven’t just gotten rid of it. Nobody uses it, except probably to shag somewhere other than their own beds, and it doesn't seem to belong to anyone either.

Up the stairs and around the halls, he wanders the school he's begun to call home. He finds himself at the stairwell leading up to the Astronomy Tower and, well, why not? A view would be nice, so he climbs the stairs and reaches the top.

The first thing he lays eyes on is a figure sitting on the edge, leaning on the guardrail. He doesn't think he makes any noise but something alerts them to his presence and they scramble to their feet. Both of them cast lumos at the same time and Malfoy’s startled face is revealed along with his own.

“Potter,” he sneers with vitriol. “What do you want?”

“Nothing to do with you,” Harry says. His hands are the slightest bit shaky, the light at the end of his wand trembling. He remembers recklessly cursing him in sixth year and regretting the sectumsempra the moment it left his mouth. “I don't want to fight, Malfoy.”

He scowls back. “Then stay away from me.”

“That's the plan,” he says, and breathes a sigh of relief when Malfoy’s wand goes out with a begrudging acceptance.

Malfoy takes his place back at the edge of the observation deck while Harry crosses to the opposite side and sets his arms across the metal guardrail. The air is cool on his face and the side he's on faces the Quidditch pitch. Looking down, the height he is from the ground reminds him of Quidditch too. He misses it. The adrenaline always helped him forget about everything but the Golden Snitch.

“I get why you come up here,” he says out loud. “It's nice. Peaceful.”

Malfoy doesn't respond. Harry turns around so he leans his back against the rail instead and faces where Malfoy sits. From where Harry watches him, he seems to be totally still, save for loose hair strands rustling in the wind. Lost in thought, maybe. In the glow of moonlight outlining his silhouette, he notes faded green robes.

“You’re still in Slytherin colors,” he adds.

“Don’t act like you know anything about me,” Malfoy snaps. His head turns as if to look at him, but not far enough; Harry can’t tell where his gaze is. “You’re here to clear your mind, then clear it. That has nothing to do with me.”

“Didn't say that,” he shrugs. “Was just pointing it out. Where's all your Gryffindor pride? Is sitting on the ledge your idea of bravery?”

He means to tease, a fraction of a smile on his face, but Malfoy shoots to his feet and draws his wand with a vengeance. “I have no ‘pride’ in being a Gryffindor. I’m not a Gryffindor. I’m the furthest fucking thing from it. What I am is a Slytherin, and if you say one more word about it you aren’t going to remain on the ledge for much longer.”

“Then why’d you ask to be re-sorted?”

He’s in a mood to tempt fate, it seems. His fingers twitch for his wand but he doesn’t act for fear of escalating the situation further. Malfoy, to his surprise, lowers his own.

“I don't know,” is his clipped, raspy answer.

Then he hastily shoves his wand back into its pocket and disappears down the stairwell, a cape of Slytherin green trailing behind him.

[leejafythe]

Dancer and the Lightwardens: Chapter 5

Holminster Switch and the Man with too Many Scars - Originally posted here (NSFW)

The morning was peaceful and quiet as Leeja woke up, panting hard from her nightmare. Well, her grumbling stomach woke her, more like. She had crashed so quickly that she never managed to get a chance to eat much and it backfired. In her mind, she could hear Thancred telling her off for putting her eating habits last and that it “isn’t a good idea to go into a fight half fuelled.” He was right, of course. She never let him know that either but it did draw a smile on her face. “Gods, I hope he’s okay…” “Oh, he might be.” “BY THE FUCKING TWELVE!” Leeja yelped, falling off the bed. “Ardbert!” “What!? Oh, right, sorry.” Leeja took a deep breath and sighed, looking at him. “I know you can’t knock on doors, but please, announce yourself when you come in. You nearly gave me a heart attack!” She sat on the bed and took a slow, deep breath, settling her heart rate.  “I’m sorry, I thought you saw me. Are you okay?” He looked at her, worrying a little. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Just… Jeez…” She shook her head and stood.  “The Exarch and those twins are waiting for you, it seems.” Leeja’s eyes widened and she stood up. “Out, out, out! I need to change!” She swatted at him and he laughed before vanishing.

When she had changed, she laced her boots and bolted out the door, unclipping her chakrams from her belt and en avented to close the gap between her and the tower faster. She sprinted up the stairs and the guard let her in, not worrying about guiding her. “I’m here!” She panted, sliding to a halt on the crystal floor. “Sorry! Here now!” “Well, good morning to you too. Oversleep?” Alisaie teased her lightly. “Kind of, I had a nightmare and a bad night’s sleep. What did I miss?” Leeja yawned and stretched, ignoring the growl of her stomach.  “Have you not eaten?” Alphinaud raised an eyebrow as she shook her head.  “I’m fine. So, continue, Exarch. Please?” “Of course. Have you gained a better understanding of the crisis now faced by the First?” Leeja nodded. “"Better" is not the word I would use. Some lands may have been spared the Flood, but the survivors live only to suffer. There seems no end to the horrors inflicted by the sin eaters.” Alisaie spat the words out angrily as Leeja rested her hand on her back gently. “She’s right. Given how many there are though? Its a daunting task.” Leeja replied. “Those abominations are a calamity in their own right. And I can well imagine how hopeless the task of eradicating them must seem to you. But after countless battles and untold sacrifice, we have identified a potential weakness.” The three of them looked at the Exarch. “You have?” Alphinaud raised an eyebrow. “Sin eaters are drawn to serve the strongest of their kind ─ a class of creature we call "Lightwardens." And from what we have been able to ascertain, only a handful of these entities exist. Just as an ant colony will perish in the absence of its queen, we believe that the death of a Lightwarden will cause the lesser creatures within its sphere of influence to disperse.”  “But, from what we understand, their aether just disperses back to the ambient aether and starts the cycle all over again.” The Exarch nodded and went into a long explanation about how it all worked, giving them a deeper insight. “Thus, if we are to restore balance to the First and head off a potential calamity, it is imperative that we put each and every Lightwarden to the sword.”  “And you’re sure it will work?” Leeja chewed her lip for a moment. As she got lost in thought, Lyna burst through the doors suddenly. “Forgive the interruption, my lord, but Holminster Switch is requesting reinforcements! They say the sin eaters are attacking in force, and the village could soon be overrun.” They all looked at each other, eyes wide before looking at the Exarch. Alphinaud and Alisaie ran from the Crystarium quickly, leaving Leeja, Lyna and the Exarch alone.  “Alert the guard. We should be prepared in case the fighting reaches the Crystarium. You have command of our forces in the field, Captain, but hold off on entering the town until I arrive. That goes for Alphinaud and Alisaie as well.” Lyna nodded and ran out quickly. “Holminster Switch is in the north of Lakeland, so we had best make haste with our preparations. In fact, meet me outside the Crystarium at the crossroads northwest of the Accensor Gate, and I shall lead you there myself.” “Let me grab my armour and I’ll meet you there?” The Exarch nodded and Leeja left quickly.

As she ran down the stairs, she made her way to the aethershard and teleported herself to the Pendants and dashed past the Manager quickly, yelling a “sorry!” behind her. She changed, tightened her laces and grabbed her potion bag before leaving once more to go and find the Exarch. She was out of breath already, but people needed help and she was the one to be able to do so. She left the Pendants once more and ran toward the exit of the Crystarium to find the Exarch. Thankfully he hadn’t gone too far and she caught up quickly as he showed her to the gate of Holminster Switch.

A brief rundown took place before Leeja, the twins and the Exarch, wielding a sword a shield that reminded her of a paladin’s weaponry, ran inside quickly. Lyne followed and it was chaos. The sin eaters were turning the creatures of the forest into sin eaters and it sickened Leeja. It seemed to never end, no matter how many they cut down, more rose up. It was exhausting. They arrived at a clearing, where the larger sin eater Leeja and Alisaie encountered in Amh Araeng floated in front of them. “Oh gods…” “It’s alright, Alisaie. This sonofabitch dies today.” Leeja channelled her aether, turning Alisaie into her dance partner. She focused on her steps, boosting the strength between them via Standard Step before boosting the rest of the party with her Technical Step. “Now, shall we dance?” Alisaie grinned at Leeja and began to cast her spells as the Exarch pulled it toward him, making sure he had it’s full attention. Alphinaud focused on the healing of the party, throwing shields onto the Exarch as Leeja continued to throw and catch her chakrams on the aetherial tethers that linked them to her hands. When she was able, she re-cast her dances, keeping up the damage and helped with shields and healing both herself and Alisaie. Their combined effort meant that the sin eater fell and quickly, with relatively minimal damage. Leeja said a quiet prayer for whatever or whoever it was before turning and they continued on their way.

They rapidly made their way toward the small town, fighting off wave after wave of sin eaters. The next clearing they came to, Alisaie froze. Leeja stopped and looked at her, then looked at the sin eater waiting for them. “Oh, gods.” “Leeja… I can’t… You have to do this one.”  She backed up as Alphinaud, Lyna and the Exarch looked at her. “Alisaie? Is aught a miss?” Alphinaud frowned. “She won’t fight this eater. I don’t blame her. Remember I mentioned about Tesleen?” The party looked at the waiting eater.  “This is she?” “Aye. I’m sorry but I will not let Alisaie do something she can’t. Lyna, if I take the Exarch for my partner, you can take Alphinaud?” Lyna nodded and they quickly rebalanced their strategy. Leeja was silent as they fought, doing her best not to look at the eater as she listened to it die once more. “Alisaie?” “I’ll be fine. I just… Let’s go.” The red mage walked on quickly.

More waves of sin eaters threw themselves at the small party and the closer to the centre they got, the more normal, unturned bodies began to appear. “Gods, this is getting worse. I pray to the twelve that defeating the Light Warden will work” Leeja murmured to herself. Sitting in the middle of the small town was a large, white light warden. It’s body rooted to the ground with large hands as its slender body sits atop of it, no face but its maw was full of sharp teeth and chains tied to its arms and legs. “Be careful, I can feel the aether coming from it” Leeja frowned. With a brief countdown, they rushed in to deal with Philia. They worked in perfect harmony until there was no life left in it and it’s body just slumped over. 

My lord, we should flee. It’s releasing it’s aether!” Lyna warned. As the twins and the Exarch backed up, Leeja stood still, entranced by the light.  “That will not be necessary, Captain. Though I appreciate your concern. The eternal Light of these creatures has confounded us for nigh on a hundred years. For each we have put down, another has risen up in its place, born of the self-same aether relinquished by its predecessor.” They watched, unsure of what to do. “But now we have a way to contain that corruption. The blessing of Light! And the hero who wields it now stands before you!” Leeja held out her hands and closed her eyes as the warm aether washed over her. As the excess power built up, she aimed her hand to the sky, splitting the canopy of light in half and watching as it split and vanished, bringing back the night sky. “Behold! The monster's power is broken! And the world twisted by its touch returns to its rightful form!” Leeja panted softly for a moment before recovering. The night sky returned to Lakeland and the denizens of the Crystarium were no doubt overjoyed. A hundred years of Light was finally over.  “Is that what I think it is?” Lyna stared in disbelief.  “The night sky. As it should be” Alphinaud smiled. Alisaie kept an eye on Leeja.  “Who are you people? You killed a Warden, then bathed in its aether as if it were a spring shower, and now the sky...? The legends are true!” Lyna looked at the Exarch who was on his knees.  “Don’t start worshiping me, I might get annoyed at you.” Leeja warned them. “How many years have I waited for this moment… For the one possessed of Her blessing. For you.” He almost begged for her to continue to help the First.  “I will be the warrior you need” Leeja answered. He smiled and rose to his feet.

They made their way back to the Crystarium slowly, taking their time and arriving at different points. Leeja was exhausted as she teleported to the Pendants to eat, shower and sleep. She closed her door and locked it out of habit. She noticed a basket of sandwiches waiting for her with a note from the Exarch, making her smile softly. She removed her chakrams from her belt, slipped off her boots and sat at the table as she began to eat the sandwiches, feeling better already. “So it's your lot's turn to be the Warriors of Darkness, is it? It's funny how things work out.” Ardbert smiled a little as he watched Leeja. “You were watching, then, were you?” She spoke between mouthfuls of sandwiches.  “Well, I did warn you. I followed you to Eulmore and then on to Amh Areang, and I was there when you slew the Lightwarden.” He crossed his arms. “We’re going to take this broken world back, we’re going to stop the Light Wardens and we’re going to save both the First and the Source. You see if we don’t.” “Oh, I’m looking forward to watching you.” He shrugged and smiled a little. “Those white hair twins with you. I remember them from our battle on the Source. They’re your friends, are they? Through thick and thin?” “They are. Alphinaud has been a close friend for a long time now, as has Alisaie. I’d be lost without them, I think.” She polished off the sandwiches and stretched.  “I see. Then I suggest you keep them close. It's when you charge ahead trying to save someone else that you lose those you love. Not that you need telling, I'll bet you've lost plenty. But I wonder...what will it cost you this time?” He closed his eyes. “I’ll give my very life if it means saving both worlds.” They finished their conversation and Leeja stood, went and showered and crawled into bed, her exhausted body falling into quick slumber.

When morning came, the sun’s rays came through the closed windows, waking the sleeping miqo’te slowly and naturally, the way she enjoyed waking up. She stretched, climbed out of bed and did her morning stretches, warming her body up for the day. She went and washed her face, got dressed and noticed a note on the floor, catching her eye. She picked it up and read it, murmuring to herself. She attuned herself to her gunbreaker soul stone, checked her gunblade and left the room. There were several hunters wanting to meet her, yet one person caught her attention when she turned up. A hume with dark blue and white hair, a scar across his face and wielding a large claymore that reminded her of her dark knight weapons. 

She spoke to Cyella who pointed her in the direction of the man. “You wanted to meet me?” “Can't say I've chatted with you before. Think I'd remember if I had. Seen your fair share of fighting, have you?” He spied the gunblade on her back and noticed the scars that sat faintly on her skin.  “If I told you some of the things I’ve fought, it would surprise you.” She smiled, making him chuckle. “And you? Got experience with that claymore on your back?” “And wary besides, heh. Rest assured I've no secret designs. Name's Granson. Bounty hunter by trade, mostly sin eaters. When I first laid eyes on you, I had a feeling you were a tough bastard. The sort that must get mistaken for that “Warrior of Darkness” folks've been talking about recently. That right?” Leeja stared at him in surprise. “Easy, killer. I couldn't care less who you are or what you've done. The only thing I'm looking for these days is a like-minded partner. Someone willing to join me in the hunt for the biggest prize this side of Norvrandt.” He went into full information of what he wanted and needed of her. A challenge? Bring it on she thought to herself as he explained the Cardinal Virtues in detail, motioning the other bounty hunters that were occupying other tables. “Former Warriors of Light–” “Sorry, they’re what?” Leeja stared at him in horror. She was used to Ascians stealing bodies, but sin eaters?  “Former Warriors of Light. Those responsible for the flood.” She spotted Ardbert out the corner of her eye, and he looked just as horrified. “Anyway, like his comrades, Branden died in the process, only to return relatively recently as a sin eater. The better to torment we few who survived their mercy. Needless to say, I aim to put an end to all that. You've heard the pitch, so what's the answer? You interested in hunting Dikaiosyne with me?” “Aye, without a shadow of a doubt. I somewhat know the stories of the Warriors of Light. But I never expected to hear that they had become sin eaters of all things.” She crossed her arms as her coat bunched under them.  “Not a whit of hesitation. I like you, sinner. Nevertheless, I'll need you to humor me and prove you're the dab hand I think you are. For my sake as well as yours.” Leeja smirked a little. “Tell me what you want me to do and I’m all yours.”  “I've heard reports of stray eaters drifting close to the Crystarium. Come with me and put my mind at ease.” With a nod, the pair left the Crystarium, talking and learning more about each other’s strengths and weaknesses in battle while Leeja was very careful about her choice of words. 

They found a stray sin eater for her to show off her skills and Granson smirked. Oh, she was absolutely the woman for the job. Quick on her feet, talented with a weapon and easy on the eyes, as well. When the sin eater died, she returned to him, barely breaking a sweat. “I’m impressed, killer. Good, clean work. This is clearly not your first time. Let's do this once more just to confirm it wasn't a fluke, though. Besides the world could do with less sin eaters.” Leeja chuckled and followed him as the strolled down the road. “Where did you learn to fight?” Leeja hummed softly for a moment. “I share a homeland with the Exarch, so I learned there. I’m skilled in a few different types of fighting. I can fight up close with daggers, from a distance with my chakrams, I can heal with magicks, I can fight with demi-deiforms. I’ve spent a long time honing my skills to be as useful in battle as I can.” She tucked her gloved hands into the pockets. “I prefer to fight with my gunblade, my chakrams and my daggers, though. I’m good at infiltration, I have had very good teachers to learn those skills.” “I’m impressed. I hope to see you in full form one day.” Leeja’s ears flicked with delight as her tail wagged behind her.  “I look forward to showing you one day."

Granson pointed out the sin eater they were looking for, watching as Leeja used her Rough Divide and launched a whole new flurry of attacks on the sin eater. Granson was thoroughly impressed. Leeja hardly broke a sweat. “Yeah, that'll do. You're exactly the sort of woman I've been looking for, and thank the gods for that. My apologies for subjecting you to such a silly test, but I'd rather not have an amateur's death on my conscience. Let's head back to the Wandering Stairs and make this official, shall we?” “After you, good sir” Leeja grinned in response. She enjoyed his company. He was easy to get along with and easily accepted her responses about her training. The sun had begun to set when they finally made it back to the Crystarium. 

"The night sky. Gods, I’ll never forget the sight of the light vanishing and the darkness covering Lakeland once more. That’s the Warrior of Darkness at work, I’ll bet. Need to buy him a drink or two when we eventually meet.” “Aye, I’ve heard the stories and the poems about him, or her, for that matter.” The stood and just stared up at the sky.  “Seeing that darkness has been a dream of mine, I never thought I’d live to see it” he closed his eyes and smiled for a moment as Leeja noticed the twins, giving them a brief wave. “Anyway, shall we continue?” “Of course.  “So Just to make sure you're still keen on our arrangement… Leeja, will you join with me and hunt the dread fiend Dikaiosyne and put an end to his accursed existence?” He asked, she nodded as she punched her fist into her hand. “Excellent! Then it is settled. Now, every hunt begins with an investigation, and ours is no exception. Dikaiosyne can be a rather difficult eater to pin down. But before we commence ours, we would do well to attend to our respective preparations. Let me know when you are ready to proceed.” “That’s fine. If you need my help, just send word and I’ll do what I can” Leeja offered. It surprised him, but he was grateful for the assistance.  “Now, I can see those two over there staring at you so I believe they want your attention. I’ll contact you when I’ve found out something conclusive. Take care, sinner.” “Goodnight, Granson.” She laughed softly as her face began to burn red and she made her way to the twins. “Making friends already, are we?” Alisaie grinned. "I see your blushing." “He’s nice and it's strictly business. And he needs my help so I’m not going to turn him down.” She went into the detail about the Cardinal Virtues. 

“The former Warriors of Light? Gods…” Alphinaud went quiet as they made their way toward the Second Serving for dinner. Leeja re-attuned to her dancer stone, her gear swapping to something lighter to wear.  “It seems that, like the Ascians, they’ve found a way to bring them back from the dead to be used as puppets and it’s… It’s sickening. I couldn’t even imagine how they would feel if they knew the truth.” She sensed Ardbert behind her. He was quiet, but she could sense his despair and heartbreak. “They deserve to be put to rest. All they wanted to do was save their world and in response, they lost everything.” She sighed and sat down. “You’re taking it personally?” Alisaie raised an eyebrow as Leeja nodded. “I am. I don’t know why, but despite everything that happened that day, my heart breaks for them. It’s an extremely overwhelming feeling.” Leeja couldn’t understand why she could feel Ardbert’s emotions so strongly, but she took it as her own pain and would use it to channel her power. Ardbert left, yet knowing she could feel his emotion was enough to know he wasn’t going mad. 

Leeja and the twins finished their meal and headed back to the Pendants. Alphinaud had gone on ahead as Alisaie spoke quietly. “I saw the grin on your face with the hume.” “Like I said, spending time with Granson is purely business. And remember, I’m with Thancred. Then again…” They stopped walking. “Then again?” “It’s been five years for him… Maybe he’s moved onto someone else” Leeja spoke softly, scratching the back of her neck. “If he has then I’ll make him realise what an idiot he’s been.” Alisaie smiled softly. “I bet he hasn’t. He’s been acting as a guardian for someone, anyway.” “But what if he doesn’t feel the same way about me anymore? It’s been some few moons on the Source. If he’s over it, then I suppose telling Riol is the best course of action, I guess.” Leeja sighed and shook her head. “I think I’m just tired. I should probably get some sleep, I guess.”  “You’re overthinking it. Maybe you should take the evening for yourself? Oh, did you bring your diary?” The elezen teen asked.  “No, but I do have a new journal I picked up yesterday so I’ll start writing in that, it might help me collect my thoughts and get tired enough to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning, Alisaie. Goodnight” Leeja smiled softly as she entered her apartment, closed the door and sighed.  She changed into her casual wear as she sat at the desk and began to write. She wrote 4 pages before she finally felt tired enough to sleep. She kicked off her slippers and climbed into bed. She rubbed her hand down her face and stared up at the ceiling in the darkness before closing her eyes. She began to fall asleep  quickly. And while it would be a peaceful night, her dreams, on the other hand, had a different take.

That Night...

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“Keep your eyes closed, darling. You’re not to open them until I tell you to” a very familiar voice with a very familiar growl spoke low in her ear.  “Th-Thancred…” Leeja swallowed hard, letting a whimper escape. She heard a very faint click and felt, more than heard, the vibration between her legs. She went to cry out but Thancred made the rules of their game very clear. If she held out, he’d give her what she wanted. She panted softly, shifting slightly to relieve the pressure on her painful ankle and she felt the soft leather straps around her legs, holding the buzzing toy in place. She felt him kneel behind her as his finger tips traced down her sides. She panted and twitched as she tried not to giggle from being so very ticklish. “Good girl, I’m proud of how well-behaved you’re being right now” he murmured softly, pressing gently kisses along her neck and her shoulder. He bit down hard, testing her and she could feel the smirk against her skin as his hand stroked across her front, down between her breasts and going down. Further and further and further until his fingertips hovered over her core as he increased the speed, listening to her sudden panting as she squeezed her eyes shut. “Tell me what you want, darling.” He growled low, dangerously low. He knew it, and he knew exactly what he could get away with and how far he could take it, and he knew that the lower he dropped his voice and the gruffer it became, the quicker she grew to desperately needing her release.  “N-Need t-to… Please, Thancred…” She panted hard as her nails dug hard into her palms. “Need… Release…” He chuckled low as he leaned in close to her ear as his fingertip settled ever so lightly on her clit. “Then you can come.” He growled as he rubbed her clit in circles, helping speed her to a mind shattering orgasm that left her unable to hold her weight up as she fell back into him. He turned the vibrator off and pulled it away carefully. “Good girl. Are you okay?” She just hummed softly in response. He untied her hands from her thighs and she curled up against him.  “‘S your turn. Lay back.” ______________________________________________________________

Leeja woke early the next morning, feeling hot and sweaty. Then she felt the stickiness between her legs and on her hand. “Gods dammit, Thancred…” She sighed and stumbled out of bed and directly toward the shower.

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3:30 in the Morning

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by kingspensieve

Severus was awakened by a persistent alarm in the wee hours. “What the hell?” he muttered, slinging his legs out of bed. He groped for his wand in the dark and wordlessly silenced the annoying buzzing. He made his way downstairs, still pulling on a dressing gown. A glance at the clock on the wall told him it was half past three in the morning. That was… concerning. He sent a quick revelio ahead. Hmm… Pulling the door open, he waved in the visitor. “Thought you weren’t ever going to open up."

Words: 928, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of That One Night

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Severus Snape, Sirius Black

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, James Potter Lives, Sirius Black & Severus Snape Friendship, Healer Severus Snape, Good Severus Snape, Snape is not a Death Eater, One Shot, Vignette, Pre-Hogwarts, Auror James Potter, Auror Sirius Black, Sirius Black & James Potter Friendship

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[snack-o-ween]

Work in Progress - Ghost 👻

(This is an entry that is not ready to be posted on ao3 yet. It’s being shared so I can add a bookmark to the Snack-O-Ween collection. At the time of original drafting, it was being counted for HP Fear Fest, but mods can elect to ignore this.)

I don’t have anything filled in yet for Work Title, Rating, Archive Warning, Category, Relationships, Characters, or Summary.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - No House Elves, Different Whomping Willow Incident, Ghosts, Curse Breaking, Severus Snape Does Not Join The Death Eaters, Ghosts As Curse Side Effects, Severus Snape Works Multiple Jobs.

A/N: 👻 Trick Or Treat - For the Snack-O-Ween 2022 prompt 3: Ghosts or Haunting. Also counts for the HP Fear Fest 2022 prompt 5-B: Haunt.

Chapter 1: The Afflicted

Severus Snape's life was starting to look up in his Seventh Year. Tobias had gotten himself injured in a mill accident at some point in the spring, which involved a great deal more sobriety and bed rest than he could possibly fuck up. Lucius had a spare wing ready for after Hogwarts, and he had an apprenticeship with a Curse Breaker lined up for the fall. Signor Gigliotti was well-respected and had a good alliance with the hags in Knockturn Alley, which meant that he was well on his way to becoming a Curse Breaker in a few years. Severus' life changed, irrevocably, in his Seventh Year.

The tenth of June. A Sunday. Shortly after three in the afternoon. He had never paid much attention to when moonrise was, and he had no idea that a certain classmate of his had just transformed into a wolf barely a few minutes prior. In hindsight, everyone could clearly figure out that poking around at the warding around the Whomping Willow was dangerous during the full moon. However, Professor Thwaite had tossed out a preliminary warding draft - complete with proper cross-hatching - for extra credit that term, and there were no rules about when his N.E.W.T. Defence students could or could not stop by the tree.

Severus received a nasty trio of cuts from one of Lupin's front paws, but he did not get bit. He was too busy trying to cast every shielding spell he'd ever remotely read to even notice that he was bleeding until Rose Parkinson passed out - a bit dramatically - afterwards. Some of the Second Years who were lounging by the lake had screamed, someone had run off to the castle, and it was quite a scene. Unfortunately, somewhere in there, the seed of a rumour had already started that Severus was now a werewolf.

Bit embarrassing, really. It's not like Severus had actually transformed into a wolf on the next full moon, and he wasn't even contacted by the Werewolf Registrar or anything. Still, he'd gone nosing around where he shouldn't at that time of the month  and had silvery-white scars on his left forearm. Wolfish scars  - and in such an easy to see place. Opportunities evaporated in front of his still human eyes. There was no longer even a spare room at Malfoy Manor, and neither the Dark Lord nor Signor Gigliotti were interested in his Curse Breaking studies. (The afflicted  did not get Marked and couldn't cleanse the after effects of curses as well as humans, after all.)

Severus was reasonably certain that his mum didn't mind that Lord Voldemort had backed away from him, but the problem was that a great deal of The Daily Prophet  readers had as well. Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Slughorn had talked to a few sympathetic ears, but a tantamount werewolf was no easier to hire than a real one. He slunk off to a small flat above an apothecary nestled into a side street off Knockturn, which allowed him to stay as long as he washed out the dirty cauldrons every night. He got a few sickles every week that he stocked the shelves and refilled bottles and phials of the common potions sold.

[Kindly overlook the gap from not having the names for certain things, character names picked out, or the name of the school where Severus becomes a tutor.]

On a slightly less chilly day somewhere in the beginning of March, he didn't really think much of overhearing a student complaining about doxies. They crawled out of winter hibernation to breed around this time of the year, and every witch and hag strolling down Knockturn Alley was trading tips for getting them out of the house. However, Severus wasn't one to bypass a few extra knuts for a collection of doxy eggs, so he sent a note home to make arrangements with the Campbells. He wasn't an expert doxy remover by any means, but Care of Magical Creatures classes and a few months of handling doxies at the apothecary had taught him enough. Mr Campell complimented his hexie work.

It depended on who one talked to, but 'hexie' or 'jinxy' work - often done by  a hexie or jinxy - could very well be some degree of an insult. They were the lowest of the Curse Breakers, who often weren't expected to do any "serious" curse-breaking per se, and they mostly did small jobs like this. Magical pest removal, inspecting a cursed or "haunted" object, and writing up referrals to specialised Curse Breakers. For the average witch or wizard struggling with a ghoul or haunted mirror, a hexie was invaluable and cheaper to hire than a fully licenced Curse Breaker. Occasionally, some communities who cast spells outside of Latin would have a preference or differentiation - a hexie only does this type of job, everyone's a jinxy, a hex doctor "diagnoses" or does an inspection, and the like.

In contrast, specialists often looked down on hexies for messing about with magic they hadn't truly studied or making curse side effects worse. A common example was that poking around at the wrong layer of warding could create ghostly apparitions to defend its object. It was not uncommon for former students who attended Hogwarts to be a bit flummoxed by realising that they had interacted with personifications of Hogwarts' warding instead of proper "ghosts". (Very common with ancient wards.) Obviously, becoming a hexie or jinxy wasn't glamourous work. Severus might not convince any other Curse Breakers to take him on as an apprentice if he established himself as a hexie, but really, he also didn't have much of a reputation to lose any more. Even if he could only get a few odd jobs from werewolves, it would be better than nothing.