#umbridge family

[okeydokeylackey]

The moment I saw @danielyuikai's Ellen Cracknell design on my feed, I was so excited. Barely any people know that she even exists, let alone is there any art of her.

I've had art block for the past 4 days or so and just seeing the design broke me out of it. I hope I did your version justice, I wanted to do a little bit of a scene instead of just... drawing her lol, so.

[severussnapemylove]

Y/N; "If you hurt my people, you will answer directly to me, and whatever crimes I commit against you, remember, I have diplomatic immunity in 46 countries."

Umbridge; "You will find that the word "fear" is not in my vocabulary!"

Y/N; "Perhaps... but it's in your eyes."

[overlord-of-fantasy]

The worst for the worst

These are the options that got votes the last time (but i only selected 1 day then, oopsy) Please vote on my new crackship!

[jade-eclipse-lithium]

This year is going to be a long one.

Perhaps for the ones who make it through alive.

[carewyncromwell]

Ron 🤝 Carewyn

Of all of Bill's siblings, Carewyn knew Ginny and Ron the least well. Considering she hadn't gone to school with them at all, she had only really been able to interact with them over the holidays or (in Ginny's case) the one school year before the youngest Weasley went to Hogwarts. Because Ron went to school the year immediately following Carewyn's own graduation and eventually chose to stay at school over Christmas break for most of his time at Hogwarts, the young up-and-coming lawyer had the least amount of time to get to spend time with Ron one-on-one. Despite this, Carewyn was still very fond of Ron, as she was with all the Weasleys, and Ron had warm feelings toward Carewyn both as one of Bill and Charlie's closest friends and as someone who honestly acted a lot like his mother, Molly, except (in Fred and George's words) "cooler." She'd even gifted Ron one of his largest and nicest Chudley Cannons posters.

One of the things Ron and Carewyn were able to talk about during the holidays, on those occasions where Carewyn could come over, were their respective friend groups. Ron told Carewyn all about Harry Potter and Hermione Granger the summer after his first year, and Carewyn was immediately reminded of her time with Bill, Rowan, Penny, and Ben, who had been her first friends.

"Hermione's Muggle-born, but she's the smartest girl in our year, easily," Ron explained. "She even stays awake during Binns's lectures, somehow! And passes all his tests!"

This made Carewyn giggle behind her hand, remembering the wonderful days at school when her best friend Rowan would give her own History of Magic lectures in front of their class while Binns was asleep.

"Maybe she should teach the class herself, if she's so capable at it," Carewyn said amusedly. "Then maybe everyone would get a proper education in the subject."

Seeing usually cool Carewyn laugh made a brighter, prouder light dance through Ron's expression and he grinned that little bit bigger.

"You'll love Harry when you meet him, though," he said fervently. "All of you will. He's the nicest bloke I've ever met. And you should see him on a broom! He can catch the Snitch like nobody's business. In his real first match, he even caught the bloody thing in his mouth! It was an accident, mind you, but still -- a first year catching the Snitch at all, and that quickly -- you gotta admit, that's pretty brilliant!"

"It is," agreed Carewyn. "As is a first year being chosen for a Quidditch team at all -- even the best fliers I knew at school were only chosen in their second year. Potter has good reason to be proud of himself."

Ron's expression grew a bit more serious, even though the smile didn't fade.

"...I know," he said lowly. "That's the thing, though. 'Cause he does have good reason to be proud! He's brave, clever, funny -- brilliant at Quidditch...not to mention that he beat You-Know-Who not just as a baby, but even this year when he wanted at the Philosopher's Stone, all by himself! He's rich -- he practically bought the whole trolley when we first met, just so we could try all the different sweets together! The professors all like him, aside from Snape...McGonagall even gifted him a brand new Nimbus 2000, when he first joined the Gryffindor team!"

Carewyn raised her eyebrows. "Really?"

Minerva must've really believed in Potter's abilities, to be that blatant in her favoritism toward her Quidditch team, she thought more cynically than her voice and face would suggest. And to pay for something the player could've more than afforded himself...

Ron nodded.

"Most people like him, and everybody knows his name. But even with all that...Harry doesn't see what he's done as that big a deal. He never brags, or acts all high-and-mighty, or looks down his nose at anyone...well, maybe aside from Malfoy, but that prat deserves it, trust me. And the only reason I can figure for it is...at home, his family -- his uncle, aunt, and cousin, I mean -- treat him like rubbish! They bully him, and ignore him, and put him down -- they don't treat him like family. When he's Harry Potter! Not just the Boy Who Lived -- but a really, truly awesome person..."

Ron rested his head on his hands, his eyes narrowing on the carpet a bit. His smile had faded over the course of his explanation.

"...That's why...I want Harry here, this summer. I want him here, and away from those rotten Muggles who tried to 'stamp' his magic out of him and used to lock him up in a closet under the stairs when they were cross with him! I want to be there for him, like at school -- to make sure he knows he's brilliant, no matter what the Muggles say. I know we don't have much, and I know our place is cramped and rundown and all, but...I want him here, with us. I want him to know what family's supposed to be like. And I think...if I brought him here, I think he'd be just as happy as I'd be to have him! The thought of being invited to my house -- my small, crowded, rickety old house with my tiny shoe-box of a room -- it made Harry so happy, you would've thought I was Father Christmas or something!"

Ron looked up at Carewyn with something oddly self-conscious in his flushed, freckled face. It was like he was experiencing a feeling he'd never really known before and was having trouble explaining.

"...I just...he needs me, Carey. You know?"

Carewyn's expression softened. Very gently she brought a hand onto Ron's shoulder so as to steer him into a sideways hug.

"I do," she said kindly. "And you know, I think Bill does too."

She felt Ron relax under her arm, clearly encouraged.

"Yeah?" asked Ron. Like Ginny, he'd always looked up to Bill.

"Mm-hmm," said Carewyn with a fond red-lipsticked smile. "Because from what Bill told me later...he felt the same way about me, back in the day. Thinking I shouldn't have to do things by myself and wanting to be there for me. Wanting me over at the Burrow for the winter holidays, just so I didn't have to spend Christmas alone."

This brought the smile back to Ron's face.

"That's why I stayed at Hogwarts this last Christmas," he explained. "Hermione was going back to her parents, and the rest of the boys in our dorm weren't staying either...so Harry would've spent the holidays all alone, if I hadn't stayed..."

Carewyn smiled and gave Ron's shoulder a light squeeze. "I'm sure Harry really appreciated that."

The conversation was so casual that Carewyn didn't think on it again until years later, in the midst of the Second Wizarding War.

The Ministry of Magic had fallen to the Death Eaters, and everything both there and in the outside world was grim. Dolores Umbridge was head of the new Muggle-Born Registration Commission, and the Auror Department was out seeking "Undesirables" for their new Death Eater overlords. And one day, in the midst of several trials for captured Muggle-borns, Carewyn collided with a rather harried Magical Maintenance wizard in sopping wet robes looking for someone in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

"Sorry, I'm looking for Bernie -- have you -- ?"

As soon as Carewyn walked by the small, ferret-esque wizard talking with the witch at the second desk on the right, though, she immediately sensed something was off. Carewyn didn't know Reg Cattermole at all, but her natural Legilimency had become very sensitive in her time as a lawyer, and she could just sense deception coming off of him. What he was saying was a lie. And so she paused off to the side and watched the exchange.

"Oh -- hello, Reg," said the witch, sounding bemused. Clearly she wasn't incredibly familiar with the custodian either, but was humoring him, even as she continued to organize the files in front of her. "I'm afraid Bernie's already left -- he's gone off to help with turning the rain off in the Department of Magical Transportation -- "

"Wha -- ?" the wizard called Reg couldn't seem to stop himself, before halfheartedly accepting the witch's assistance. "Right -- um -- thanks..."

As he turned as if to head back to the lift, he nearly ran right into Carewyn.

"Ah!" his eyes widened noticeably at the sight of her. "Care -- I mean, Ms. Cromwell! H-how nice to see you..."

Carewyn's blue eyes narrowed upon his face.

"Likewise," she said lightly.

Considering we've never spoken.

It was as Carewyn stared into this stranger's eyes, though, that something scratched at the inside of her brain -- multiple familiar, happy voices, echoing in delight at the sight of her --

"Carewyn dear!" "Carey!"

Carewyn flinched. The shift in expression made the wizard called Reg falter a bit too, his expression looking noticeably more wary. Images of Albert Runcorn looking oddly anxious danced over her mind.

"She had to go down to Courtroom Three with Umbridge, she couldn't refuse -- "

"You said you were looking for Bernie Pensworth, Reg?" Carewyn said abruptly. "Why don't you come with me -- I already told him I'd help him with 'turning the rain off' downstairs..."

The wizard called Reg looked stuck halfway between relief and utter terror.

"Ah -- y-yeah! Uh -- that'd be great! Thanks!"

He followed Carewyn back to the lift, shooting her unsure glances out the side of his eye. Carewyn could hear more familiar voices rippling off of him --

"Did you say Occlumency? ...You know Carey had to study that too, right, Ron? That's the opposite of Legilimency..."

"Shame he has to study it with Severus Snape, though -- "

" -- he needs me, you know?"

It was strange enough hearing Bill and Arthur in this stranger's head -- but it was the final familiar sentiment, and the image of Albert Runcorn in the elevator accompanying it, that made Carewyn stiffen.

Ron...?

" -- he needs me -- "

Carewyn and the wizard called Reg made it back into the lift, and Carewyn very sharply closed it behind her before anyone else could join them inside.

Reg made as if to press a button, but Carewyn stopped him, placing her hand over the console.

"Which floor do you need to get off at?" she asked in a very soft, urgent voice.

Reg gave a start. "Huh?"

"Which floor is your friend on?" said Carewyn.

She looked right at the modestly-sized man, fixing him with a very sharp, meaningful expression.

Very slowly the wizard called Reg -- in truth, Ron Weasley -- seemed to melt, his expression giving way to pure, unadulterated relief.

"...Level Nine," he breathed. "They're both in Courtroom Three, with Umbridge -- "

"Then we're getting you down there," said Carewyn firmly.

She took out her wand and used it to push in the floor button for the ninth floor. While doing so, she whispered, "Epoximise."

The button, rather than going back into its proper place after being pushed, stayed stuck where it was. The lift then headed straight down, even seemingly ignoring the other floors where people were waiting.

"Tonks taught me that trick," Carewyn said with a wry smile. "Folks around here use it as a cheap way to get to their offices quickly, when they're running late for their shifts..."

Ron as Reg Cattermole grinned from ear to ear. "Tonks really is bloody brilliant!"

"Yes, she is."

Ron's smile faltered as Carewyn turned to him very solemnly.

"Listen -- we don't have much time. I was just upstairs near the Minister's office, and I heard someone say something about a hole in Umbridge's office door. I don't know if it's connected to what you're up to, but considering your friends are down there with Umbridge right now, I have a bad feeling they might've caught on to you being here. If so, it's very possible the Minister might order the fireplaces in the Atrium sealed, to try to prevent anyone from escaping -- "

Ron noticed them passing the Atrium out the side of his eye, but Carewyn didn't even make any effort to stop it early. She knew Ron wasn't going to try to bail out without his friends -- just as she never would've.

"My Sticking Charm might keep this lift from being called elsewhere for a little while, but only that. Fifteen minutes, at most. I need you to get to Courtroom Three, get your friends, and get them back here as fast as you can. Then take the lift straight to the Atrium. I'll go back up the stairs myself, so that this lift stays here for you..."

When they arrived, the doors clanged open with a cool, serene "Level Nine: Department of Mysteries." Both Carewyn and Ron bolted out, heading right for the stairs.

"Carey -- " said Ron. He couldn't stop himself from throwing his much shorter arms around her and giving her a tight hug. "You're the best!"

But Carewyn quickly extricated herself, even as she squeezed his arm affectionately. "Go, quickly!"

As Ron ran off, she couldn't help but call "Be careful!" in such a gravelly whisper after him that she wasn't sure if he heard her or not. Sadly she couldn't afford to wait to make sure he made it back -- instead she had to run back upstairs.

Carewyn wouldn't be able to dawdle around in the Atrium, to ensure Ron and his friends' escape -- but maybe if she went back and sabotaged the other lifts the same way, it might just slow down anyone coming from Level One or Two just enough to give them a real chance...

Friendship Drabble Prompt!

[persephone-sails]

I actually sympathise with Fiona because I've been her (recently 💔) but god her misogyny is so unbearable

[braveclementine]

Chapter 23

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (Please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 Hospital wing. Trang was sitting in a chair, holding Remus who was fast asleep. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were both sitting by Bill, Fleur wide awake in a nearby chair. Neville was still asleep though Luna was nowhere to be seen. I supposed she'd gone back to the Ravenclaw tower.

Dad and Tonks were still at the far end of the room, talking. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were gone, probably back at the Gryffindor Tower. Madam Pomfrey came bustling over once she saw that I had returned.

"Good, now I can finish healing these burns." She started plastering paste all down one leg and wrapping it. "Your robes were ruined, I threw them out."

"How did you get burned?" Trang asked, somewhere behind me, "No one else showed signs of burns."

"Bellatrix Lestrange." I said aloud, "She set Hagrid's cabin on fire. I think Greyback pushed me in, I don't really remember."

"You shouldn't have fought." Trang said.

"Yeah there's a lot of stuff I shouldn't have done apparently, thanks!" I snapped, my temper rising. Madam Pomfrey pursed her lips.

"Just because Harry and everyone else here thinks you're an evil person doesn't mean I do." Trang said.

"What do you mean everyone?" Dad asked sharply, turning from Tonks. Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, and Fleur were looking up in interest and confusion.

"Oh puhlease." Trang snapped, "Say what you want Mr. Lupin, but I saw the look on your face."

"Trang that's enough." I said softly. "Doesn't matter."

"Obviously it does!" Trang started, "It's not your fault!"

"I never said it was!" Dad said hotly.

"No?" Trang flared, "I didn't hear you saying a word in defense as Harry was beating Elizabeth down! Or as he kept attacking her repeatedly, over and over. I'm really good at reading expressions and your face had a mixture of hate and disgust and regret on it, so excuse me for calling you evil!"

Remus started to cry again.

"Trang, stop." I said sharply, "Give me Remus."

"You should change his name." Trang said hotly, meanly, but she handed him over all the same. I forgot how cruel Trang could be if someone had hurt her friends or family.

Mr and Mrs. Weasley's mouths were open in shock, looking back and forth between Trang and I and Dad. Tonks looked hesitant, sitting by Dad, but looking from him to me like she wanted to say something.

"What did we miss?" Mr. Weasley asked in something that sounded like amazement.

"Nothing." Dad said shortly.

Trang launched into the whole story, adding details that including how much Dad apparently hated his daughter and how Harry was incorrect and other slightly (hugely) biased details. I sighed, putting my face in my hands. Trang could be extremely hot tempered and I was so glad that I wasn't her enemy.

"There." Madam Pomfrey said a few minutes after Trang had finished her story to which neither Mr. or Mrs. Weasley had anything to say. "You should stay over-"

"No thanks." I said quickly, getting to my feet, "I'll be fine."

I beckoned to Trang and the two of us left the room. "Where are you sleeping tonight?" Trang asked as we covered the hallways.

"Severus' room." I said softly. "Just going to lock myself in and put Remus to sleep and sob my heart out. I'll see you in the morning, okay?"

"Sure." Trang said sadly, putting an arm around me. I let her hug me and then she headed for the Ravenclaw tower with heavy feet. I went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, opening the door and closing it softly behind me.

I slid down, my back against the door and wept, not even making it to the bed. I reached up, blindly reaching around for the lock and turned it. Remus was crying too, the only incentive that made me get to my feet so that I could reach the bedroom and put him in his crib.

I half expected Severus to be sitting on the bed waiting, but the room was empty, the bed made from this morning. I turned back around, thinking maybe I'd missed him. He'd be standing in the corner of the shadows, waiting to envelop me in his arms so that I could sob into his chest. I could feel his hair on my cheeks and I touched my cheek with my hand, finding that nothing was there.

His desk was clear, all homework graded and in neat stacks. Quills in ink pots, slimy things in jars on shelves, an art easel in the corner, the curtains pulled over the window, Harry's detention boxes collecting dust in the corner. Harry would never finish them.

I went back into the bedroom, closing that door and locking it too. I turned off the light, climbing under the covers. I reached for the pillow, getting ready to stuff it under my neck when my fingers touched parchment.

I flipped the light back on and reached under the pillow, pulling out an envelope. My name was handwritten on the outside of it with Severus' handwriting. With trembling fingers and a few papercuts, the letter was finally out of the envelope.

I unfolded the parchment and read:

Elizabeth, The love of my life, I know you know what's going to happen, that's an under- statement. You know far more than what I know. But I had to write this, just in case, you understand? It's a letter to you in case I never see you again and it's a letter to Remus in case I never see him again. You'll give it to him when he can read. I wish I'd been a better man, someone Remus could be proud to call his father. I don't know when I'll see you again. I won't say if ever because I believe I will see you again, it's the only thing that's keeping me on this path. Chances are you won't ever read this of course. It could be to painful for you to sleep in this bed ever again. Someone else could easily find it, but I have a good feeling about this so I'm writing it. I want you to realize that I know I'm leaving you in a terrible

position. It can't be easy, knowing the future. Someone might

blame you for Dumbledore's death, even though both you and I know that it was inevitable, that you could do nothing to persuade either of us from the plan. For that, I am sorry, it should not be your burden to carry. I'm even afraid (I hope I'm wrong and you curse me for it later) that your father will find you guilty. He's close with Dumbledore. I hope I'm wrong.

But despite what people say, despite what people might

think, I want you to know that I love you. Maybe that's not enough. Maybe you need the love of your friends. I know you care very much for your father. But I know you, and I know that you are strong. I know that you will be able to move past people's thoughts about you. I know that you will be the better person. I love you, I love you, I love you. I never thought I was a romantic, but I cannot seem to be able to write those words enough to know that you will know that I mean them. Perhaps I should've run away with you to Australia when we had the chance. I love you. I love Remus. I love you.

-S.S

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𝕭𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖈𝖗𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 and Remus' crying, I didn't get much sleep that night. It was foolish, I knew that. Severus wasn't the one who had been lying dead under the Astronomy tower. Severus was fine- for now- and I would see him again next year.

But the weight of what had happened last night seemed to pierce right through my heart. In a way, Harry was right. I should've done more to save Dumbledore, but in a way, I thought I was more right. Dumbledore was okay with what happened, he asked Severus to do it.

I wondered, had I kept my mouth shut last night, would I feel so terrible this morning? Would Harry and I have had a fight? Would dad still feel repulsed by me still?

I lay in bed for a long time, watching the hands on the clock in the bedroom tick past, occasionally getting out of bed to feed or change Remus and then climbing back into bed in a sullen depression.

There was a knock on the door of the office but I didn't fee like leaving the bedroom. I heard the door open and knew someone must've used the Alohomora spell. Strangely, I didn't care you entered: student, Professor, dad, Tonks, friend, foe, Death Eater, Voldemort. It didn't really seem to matter anymore.

"Eliza?"

It wasn't the voice that I was expecting and I slid off the bed, and unlocked the bedroom door and pulled it open. Severus had never closed the bedroom door before, we'd always left it open so that it felt that the main room and the bedroom were one.

"Ginny, hi." I said softly.

"You look horrible." She said, coming in through the door. "How are you?"

I just stared at her.

"Right, stupid question. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with Ron, Hermione, Harry, and me." Ginny said. She went to the crib, peering over the edge, "You can bring your baby with you if you want."

"Right and have another shouting match with Harry? I don't think so." I said softly, climbing back into the bed, pulling the sheets around me.

Ginny turned from the crib to look at me. "Did you even eat anything today?"

"No." I whispered, "I can't go out."

Ginny sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Hermione chewed out Harry last night."

"Why?" I asked.

"For what he said to you. It wasn't fair at all." Ginny said softly. "He shouldn't have said any of that."

"The damage is done." I whispered but I didn't cry. My tear ducts seemed to have dried up, "Dad already hates me."

"Lupin doesn't hate you." Ginny said kindly. "He's really broken up about what happened last night. Trang and him had it out again this morning. He wants to talk to you."

I sighed, "It doesn't matter. I mean, people say what they want you to think, don't they? I'm not really his daughter, you know? He isn't going to love me the same way he would love his own child. There's a gap. He admired Dumbledore. I could've. . . well I really couldn't. Dumbledore believed the only way for the future to unfold the way I told him was if he died. Maybe he's right, maybe he's wrong. Personally, I think he was right. Severus. . . well, I can't explain it, but Dumbledore was going to die anyways."

"Because another Death Eater would have killed him?" Ginny asked softly.

"No." I said, shaking my hand and letting the blankets drop a little bit, "His black hand was cursed. He only had a few more days to live anyways. If he hadn't died last night. . . well we still would be having a funeral, but probably after your O.W.L.s instead."

"Why didn't you tell anyone that?" Ginny asked. "Then there would've been an understanding-"

I shook my head, "Dumbledore wanted it to play out that way. Eventually, Harry will find out that Severus only killed Dumbledore because he asked him to. But until then, that little secret remains between you, me, and Trang, Ginny. Harry cannot know until he finds out on his own, do you understand?"

"Yes." Ginny sighed. "Trang knows then?"

"I tell her everything because she keeps every secret." I said softly. "And because she isn't part of the future. But you are and so is Harry and Hermione and Ron and everyone else here. I shouldn't have told you what I have and I did, and maybe that'll alter the future somewhat, but if Harry finds out what I've told you, the future could alter hugely, and that could end up being a very bad thing."

We sat in silence for a minute and then Ginny said, "There's something else you should know."

"And what's that?" I asked.

"The entire school knows you have a child, but- they don't know who the father is." Ginny said. "I just thought you should know before you go out there."

"Yes." I said sarcastically. "Because knowing everyone knows I have a child definitely makes me want to go out there."

Remus started to cry. Ginny hopped up from the bed, "Can I get him?"

I nodded. Ginny went over to the crib and picked Remus up and held him close to her. After a few minutes of bouncing her arms, he fell asleep again. "What's his name?"

"Remus Sirius Snape." I said.

"I'm surprised Snape even let you name him that." Ginny said lightly, obviously not wanting to start a fight. "Considering how much he hated Sirius."

"He understood it was something I had to do." I said and then I smiled a little and said, "I think the way he put it was 'at least you didn't name him James'."

Ginny laughed lightly.

I got out of bed, smoothing the covers over. I was wearing school clothes and I grabbed my robes to throw over them. I smoothed down my hair and used a little makeup to fix the red eyes and blotchy face.

"Elizabeth?" Another voice asked at the door.

"Hi Susan." I said unenthusiastically.

She came into the room and squealed with delight, "You do have a child!"

"Yeah his name is Remus Sirius." I said, not letting out the last name.

She smiled at me, " Can I hold him?" I motioned to Ginny to let Susan hold him.

"I think I'm going to go down to Hagrid's." I said to Ginny. "I'll take Remus with me. I don't really want to go into the Great Hall though."

"I'll get you food." Ginny said, "I'll meet you in the entrance hall." She left the room quickly.

"I'll go down with you, if you want." Susan said softly.

I nodded, my throat tightening. "I just hope I don't see a lot of people."

Susan and I went down the stairs. I wondered if the fact that she knew where to find me meant that she knew Severus was my husband or whatever the rumors were but she didn't let on.

"Was anyone seriously hurt last night?" I asked.

Susan shook her head, "I'm disappointed in Zacharias for not showing up but I never had time to confront him. His dad escorted him off the school property today."

I sighed, "I thought he might stay for the funeral."

"Me too." Susan said sadly. "Padma and Parvati Patil are both gone, their father picked them up before breakfast. They had a row, tried to stay at Hogwarts, but their dad refused. I heard he was livid that they had fought the Death Eaters. Seamus had a huge row with his mother in the entrance hall. She'll let him stay for the funeral though."

"They won't be the last students to have rows or leave." I said. "Parents aren't going to want their students in the school anymore, not that they'll have a choice next year."

Much to my relief, the hallways we were using had almost no students in them and the students we did see were first or second years and paid us no attention whatsoever because they didn't know us.

"Next year?" Susan asked.

I shook my head, "You'll find out sooner or later. Just stay safe next year."

"You won't be coming back?" Susan asked.

I hesitated, "I don't know yet. We'll see."

We passed the Great Hall and students were more abundant here. Ernie and Justin came running out of the Great Hall to join us, both of them showing exclamations of surprise at Remus, but no hard feelings were between us. I really did belong in Hufflepuff. It was ridiculous it had taken me six years to believe that.

Ginny was in the Entrance Hall, holding a basket of food which she thrust into Ernie's arms. "I'm going to go with Ron, Hermione, and Harry, we're going to see Bill in the hospital wing."

"Tell him I told him to get better." I said lightly. Ginny nodded and hurried up the marble staircase.

"Where are we going?" Ernie asked, staggering under the weight of the picnic basket. Susan giggled.

"If it's too heavy for you, you can always use magic." She teased.

"I was going to Hagrid's cabin." I said, "But we can have a picnic in the pumpkin patch. I should say hi to Buckbeak anyways."

"Buckbeak?" Ernie asked.

"Oh right, sorry, I meant Witherwings." I said with a grin, hoisting Remus higher up on my shoulder. He was blinking up at the bright sun, and waving his hand in the breeze.

There were lots of students outside and they all pointed as the four of us made our way down to Hagrid's cabin. The girls squealed and oohed and aahed from a distance about the baby. The boys seemed almost impressed for some reason.

Rose broke away from her group of friends to come and join us. I spread the blanket out in the pumpkin patch, petting Buckbeak's nose, holding Remus up so he could pet Buckbeak too. Buckbeak nuzzled Remus and then we went and sat down with the others.

Rose was delighted with Remus and asked to hold him. He was only a few weeks old and I was suddenly slightly worried about all the dangers that were outside but I let Rose hold him anyway and then produced a small umbrella and cradle out of a pumpkin so that he could fall asleep in the shade and also not be sunburned.

I had undone the spell on my wedding ring, making it visible to everyone. I figured now that everyone knew I had a child, they could all know I was married too. They just wouldn't know who I was married to.

Hagrid joined us some time later with his own food which we managed to avoid. He told us stories of old and of Dumbledore and of Hogwarts and battles and dragon trades and Acromantula and many other things.

Over the next couple of days, there were many people that we'd either seen before, or hadn't seen before but nobody I wanted to talk to.

I visited Bill in the hospital wing when the only person there was Fleur and Madam Pomfrey. He gave me a one armed hug and asked how I was doing, if it was true that I'd had a child with Severus, and what the child's name was.

But unlike many of the other people who were disturbed about the child and even more disturbed I'd had it with a Professor (like Bill's mother), Bill was quite pleased with the idea, and asked me if he could see Remus.

I brought my baby too him and he held him on his lap and said to Fleur, "We should have one of these."

"But of course!" Fleur exclaimed and went onto a long rant about how her and Bill would have about seventy children and half of them were name Gabrielle.

Neville hadn't been discharged yet, and Luna sat by his side quite frequently. Luna and Neville were also people who quite liked Remus and of course, Luna took the most unusual side of things that made someone want to hit her and laugh with her at the same time.

"You must have a case of Stranger's Aching." Luna said over a new edition of the Quibbler, "It's where people fall in love with their soulmate, but then fate intervenes and something happens and-"

Ginny started to giggle and I flushed. Bill looked confused and looked between Ginny, Fleur, and I for help understanding. Fleur hadn't been paying attention. Neville looked embarrassed for me.

"Thanks, Luna." I said, trying not to laugh. "I'll work on that."

Ginny giggled harder. Trang cracked a smile.

"So." Trang said, pulling something out of her bag. "I've done my research." She handed me a sheaf of paper.

I flipped through the pictures. They were stationary- Muggle candids of apartments and houses. "These are relatively cheap." She said. "But this one is near a park." She said, pointing to a small blue house with yellow shutters and a white porch. "It's older than the apartments but like I said, I did the research. It's perfect."

"Your moving?" Bill asked, frowning which contorted his face into more of a scowl.

"Of course." Trang said before I had a chance to even open my mouth. "Where else is she supposed to go?"

Bill moved uncomfortably in his bed. Fleur contributed this to being restless, and Trang and I left them alone.

"I don't know where to move to..." I said hesitantly, walking down the hallway. We were going to go outside with Remus. "I-"

"But where else can you possibly go?" Trang asked.

"Home." A different voice said from behind us. Trang scowled and I turned around hesitantly.

Dad stood there with Tonks. "Elizabeth, you should come home."

I swallowed hard. I wasn't ready for this conversation. I clutched Remus just a little tighter in my arms. "I. . ."

"Just come home." Dad repeated, almost pleading. My heart wrenched.

Trang was gritting her teeth loudly but she said nothing. This was my choice, she knew that.

"I don't. . . I think it'd be easier. . . for you if I-"

"No it wouldn't!" Dad said fiercely. "I want you to come home."

"It's not going to be the same." I whispered.

"Why?" Dad demanded. "Because I was upset with Dumbledore's death?"

"Because you blamed me for his death!" I protested, close to crying.

"I didn't." Dad denied. "I was trying to wrap my head around a difficult situation. That's not an excuse and in some aspects, Trang was right. I didn't stand up for you, and you don't know how much I regret not doing so. I should've told Harry off, I know that, and I didn't, and there is nothing I can do to change that, I can't turn back time! But I love you and I want you to come home and I want you to introduce me to my grandson and I want you to be there for Tonks and mine wedding and I want you to know that I'm always going to stand up for you, no matter what."

But he wouldn't. He was going to die and so was Tonks and Fred and Severus and Lavender and Colin and Uncle Moody and who knew how many other people.

"His name's Remus Sirius Snape." I whispered, holding him out for dad to hold. Dad took him gingerly in his arms and smiled down at him. Tonks smiled at me. I smiled back.

"I'm sorry." Trang said in a hard voice, not looking at dad. "I shouldn't have shouted at you."

"You put me in my place and though you were wrong about some things, you were also right about others. I just needed to hurt for a little bit." Dad said softly, waving a finger in Remus' face.

"I'll see you later." Trang whispered, putting a hand on my shoulder and then walked off.

"How old is he?" Tonks asked.

"A few weeks, about a month almost." I said. "June 4 was his birthday."

"Eliza!" A voice squealed and turned, nearly getting knocked over as Hermione threw her arms around me. Ginny was on her heels. Ron and Harry were much slower in following.

"Hi- Hermione- can't breathe."

Hermione let go of me quickly, smiling and said, "Oh, I'm so glad we ran into you! We were just on our way to go see Bill."

"Yeah, he's awake." I said. "At least he was when I left. Fleur's with him."

Ginny let out a dramatic sigh. Ron hurried past us and left with Ginny. Harry stopped in front of me, hesitating.

I didn't know who did it first, but in a moment we were both hugging each other and whispering that we were sorry and for each other to forgive the other and how stupid we were, yada yada.

Hermione was positively beaming.

From that day on, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Trang, and I were always together, almost always accompanied by Remus either asleep or crying and sometimes an extra friend from Hufflepuff. And even though I'd made up with Harry I did not forget the sense of acceptance that had come from Hufflepuff. I'd always belonged in Hufflepuff. I did not have to be my parents or Lupin.

I just had to be myself.

⬅️➡️

[dream-with-a-fever]

ginny weasley did not

defend harry against malfoy in flourish and blots when he was picking on him (it’s the first time she ever speaks in front of him)

carry around a horcrux for the better half of a year and realise that something was wrong and try to dispose of it at age 11

get possessed, manipulated and controlled by one of the darkest wizards of all time and live to tell the tale

get forced to write her own farewell note on the wall in blood and walk to her own death

go on as normally as possible afterwards despite the trauma of her first year, because she didn’t want to be a nuisance

make harry a get well soon card after he fell off his broom because of the dementors in third year

tell harry and ron off when making fun of neville for not being able to get a yule ball date

refuse harry as a yule ball date despite having harboured a crush on him for years because she didn’t want to hurt neville

see harry was floundering after hermione & ron left him to do prefect duties and immediately take charge and invite him to come with her

defend luna against bullies, and encourage neville to believe in himself and know his self worth

decide to quit pining for harry because it was a waste of time, instead dating other boys and becoming a solid friend to him

join dumbledore’s army without a second thought, coining the name and even encouraging more ravenclaws to join

call harry out when he was in a downward spiral about being possessed, explained her own experience and remained gracious despite him forgetting her biggest trauma

fill in for harry as seeker in the quidditch team and help them win the quidditch cup that year

reassure harry that he will play quidditch again, when he was feeling low about umbridge’s life long ban

encourage harry to talk to cho if that’s what he’s upset about (putting her own complicated feelings for him aside)

get harry to admit what was actually upsetting him and helping him find a solution

immediately agree to help harry by standing guard outside umbridge’s office despite not knowing any details

call harry out whenever he was being snarky / impatient with her and not take any of his shit

disarm malfoy & the others and escape from umbridge’s office to rush to harry and hermione’s aid

refuse to stay behind at hogwarts stating that she cared for sirius too and wanted to help

go with the others to the DoM in an attempt to save sirius, risking her life and breaking her ankle in the process

refuse to tolerate her brother’s new girlfriend who was being snobbish about her family’s home and lifestyle (but then go on to love and respect her, as they mature)

get invited to join the slug club because of her skill with hexes and not nepotism (the only one who wasn’t invited for that reason)

tell off zabini for laughing at harry about what went down at the DoM

call ron the fuck out when he was borderline slut-shaming her

crash into the commentator’s podium to shut zacharias smith up from talking smack about the gryffindor team

immediately try to intervene when she thought harry was in danger of being possessed by the hbp potions book

tell off dean and seamus for laughing when harry got seriously hurt in quidditch

come to harry’s defence after he attacked malfoy (bc he had to defend himself against an unforgivable curse) and stand up to (one of her) closest friend(s) to do so

step up to play seeker in harry’s place (again) in the quidditch final and winning the cup in his absence (!!!!)

make harry feel “the happiest he had ever been” when they finally got together

make my boy LAUGH 24/7 and bring him (and many others) so much JOY

support harry after dumbledore’s death, knowing when to give him comfort and also space

show unwavering love and loyalty to harry when he was trying to break up with her, claiming she didn’t care about the danger

also ultimately not fight his decision, understanding his need to stop voldemort once and for all, despite her being completely heartbroken

respect harry’s wishes to stay broken up, but still give him the most INSANE kiss ever as a birthday present (and something for him to fight for!!)

return to hogwarts under the rule of deatheaters, despite the target on her back as a blood traitor (also as brother of ron AND ex girlfriend of harry)

take the place of younger students and try to protect them from being tortured by the carrows

start up dumbledore’s army again with neville and rebel against the system, to reek as much havoc as possible at hogwarts

try to steal the sword of gryffindor from snape’s office because they wanted to help the cause as much as possible despite understanding why they needed it and ultimately being punished for it

refuse to stay put in the room of requirement when her family were out risking their lives during the battle and given the chance, immediately joined the fray

comfort an injured younger student at the battle, and stay strong for them, despite having just found out her brother had been killed

duel with bellatrix in the battle and almost lose her life doing it

go through so much and have her trauma be overlooked and forgotten by so many

go on to play QUIDDITCH PROFESSIONALLY in the team she DREAMED of playing for

and then going back to a career in writing (sports correspondent) despite her traumatic experience with the diary

marry the love of her life and have three beautiful children and get the happy ending that she deserves after EVERYTHING????

all for you guys to shit on her the way you do. put some goddamn RESPECT on MISS GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY’S name. she’s NOT a mary sue, she’s NOT a bully, and she’s NOT boring. she’s an ICON.

[agreeewrites]

A Madness Most Discreet p.3 | G.W.

feat George Weasley x Malfoy!reader

summary: after a brawl at the Three Broomsticks, you and George steal away for a night of romance without the specter of being caught looming over you. however, when you return to Hogwarts in the morning, you find that things have taken a turn for the worse.

cw: MDNI 18+, smut, protective!George, fighting, drinking, Draco is an asshole, blood prejudice and classism, internal angst, some fluff, Umbridge joins the chat

series navigation | part one | part two | masterlist | divider by @roseraris

Reader's POV

The Three Broomsticks was slammed, damn near packed to rafters with students. Endless trays of butterbeer and whiskey flew over your head to sate the crowds debauched appetites, the glasses rattling with every thump of the shitty punk bands drummer.

You were crammed into a corner booth, sipping on a cocktail you had to teach the bartender how to make, with three of your friends, pretending to care about their relationship drama and the latest Slytherin gossip.

“Are you seeing anyone?” Talia asked, placing a hand over yours to get your attention.

“Not at the moment,” you shrugged, taking a sip of your drink. “I'm finding most Slytherin boys are rather…dull.”

They all nodded sympathetically.

“Well, what about non-Slytherin’s?” Devi asked, leaning in conspiratorially. Everyone was well aware of the fact that dating a non-Slytherin was off the table, as far as your family was concerned.

Little did they know you were sporting a bite mark from a certain red-headed Gryffindor just below the waistline of your skirt.

You rolled your eyes. “Not even worth talking about, let alone dating” you drawled. “Soph, how are things with that Ravenclaw?” You asked, turning the conversation away from you.

“Ugh, I ended that. They were way too chatty,” Sophie laughed, before rambling for about fifteen minutes about why she thought they were too chatty.

You finished your drink and flagged down the waitress for another. “Make it a double,” you said, sliding her an extra galleon. You'd need all the help you could get to survive this evening.

“Who do you think is the hottest Slytherin?” Devi asked.

“If one of you says my brother, I swear to Salazar—” You and Draco hadn't spoken in days, not since the Howler incident, and the last thing you wanted to do was listen to your friends drool over how hot he was.

“No, no!” Devi giggled. “What about Blaise, though?”

“Oh, or Theo!”

“Dull,” you reiterated, laughing along with them. “Theo’s about as toxic as he is tall, and Blaise is so far up his own ass, he can't see the sun.”

“But they are pretty,” Talia argued. “And that's all they really need to be, anyways.”

You chuckled. “Very true.”

“What about Gryffindor?” Sophia asked.

Devi chewed her lip, then—”Okay, okay, don't laugh, but I think the Weasley twins are gorgeous.”

You about choked on your fresh drink. “The Weasley's?” You asked, putting as much incredulity into your voice as you could.

“I know, I know. But George is like—” Devi fanned herself.

“They are unreasonably tall,” Sophia added. “And that will always make a guy hotter.”

“Oh my God, oh my God, look!” Talia squeaked, pointing at the door.

As if Devi manifested them, Fred and George sauntered into the Three Broomsticks, with Lee, Ron, Harry and Seamus on their heels. And of course, George looked damn near sinful in his light wash jeans and rugby jersey, his hair tousled in that devil-may-care, thoroughly kissed way he looked after you got your fangs into him.

Merlin, you saw him yesterday, you needed to get a grip.

His eyes snagged on yours across the room, a spark igniting that you could see even in the dim and dusty tavern. But then, Angelina Johnson swept in, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him over to the couches where her and her friends were.

You didn't have a problem with Angelina, you shared Magical Runes together, and she always struck you as plucky and clever, two traits you liked very much in a woman. But disquiet pooled in your stomach when George smiled down her, saying something you couldn't make out while he graciously greeted her friends.

It was ridiculous, though, because you and George weren't official. You couldn't be official—no, wait, you didn't want to be official. Right? You didn't want a relationship, you wanted to have fun. And you were.

Things with George had been lots of fun. And that was all it needed to be. Fun.

“Ugh, that Johnson girl is going to get him,” Devi scoffed, offended by the very insinuation, as if she’d have a chance either way.

“Angelina’s not so bad,” you said without thinking.

Your friends all stared at you.

“Rubbish Quidditch player though,” you added quickly, and they seemed to relax, sliding into gossip about the Quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Slytherin this weekend.

Angelina was far from a rubbish Quidditch player, but you felt compelled to divert the situation, even if the comment sat like a rock in your stomach.

Your focus turned back to George while your friends dithered, and you noticed he was moving away from Angelina, rather than sitting down like you'd expected. He was shaking his head, mouth turned down apologetically, and your heart gave a little flip.

Was he rejecting her?

His dark eyes flicked to you again, skating over your body, the bare skin of your legs, and a now familiar warmth kicked up in the belly. Even without words or touches, George always managed to make you melt.

You knew he only had eyes for you, and it settled the passing quake in your soul.

He returned to his friends, having to shout over the crowd to order a beer. You smiled to yourself, unable to stop the bloom of affection his voice conjured.

Another hour passed, the two of you on separate sides of the stuffy tavern, periodically catching each other's eye through the haze of pipe smoke. You wanted desperately to ditch your friends and curl up in a booth with him, maybe rent one of the private lounges for a bit…

The tavern doors swung open, and your improved mood immediately soured once more.

Draco came traipsing in with Blaise, Theo, and Pansy, smug as a peacock. You sunk further down into your booth, trying to hide behind Sophia, but of course, Draco spotted you.

He made a beeline straight towards you, pushing through the crowd without care.

“We'll be over there, y/n,” Talia said, pointing at a table across the room while ushering Devi out of the booth, Sophia following them.

“No, wait—shit.” So much for friends.

“I thought you were at the castle?” Draco asked, bracing his hands on the table and the back of the booth. Caging you in.

“I am, obviously,” you replied, taking a sip of your drink. It tasted bitter, watery, but the booze still burned enough to work.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He pressed, sliding your drink away from you.

You scoffed. “Maybe because you're a controlling arse?” You yanked your drink back, liquor sloshing over the rim.

“I'm not—” he sighed. “Okay, I am. But I had nothing to do with that Howler.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don't you have bullshit to peddle elsewhere?”

He slid into the booth and you scooched away, refusing to look him in the eye, lest you cave to his guilty expression. “I'm not bullshitting you. I would never go to father behind your back, I swear.”

Draco had always been a shit liar, especially when it came to you. Sincerity shone through his pale eyes. You hated it, but only because it meant you had been wrong.

“You know he'd blame me for your discretion, so why would I rat?” Draco added, and you knew he was right. Draco always took the fall for your missteps, no matter how you pleaded with your father.

It was Draco's job to protect you, so any failing on your part was ultimately his.

“I know,” you murmured, placing a hand over his. An unspoken apology. Malfoy's didn't apologize.

“You know why I didn't get a Howler too?” He asked.

You shook your head.

He leaned forward, ensuring he wasn't overheard. “I went home with the Vanishing Cabinet, got the flogging in person the day before.”

You gasped, releasing his hand to cover your mouth. “Why didn't you say anything?”

“I thought he'd leave it at that. Didn't want you to worry. But then he sent the Howler…” he mumbled, stealing a swallow of your drink, then screwed up his face in disgust. “That's bloody awful.”

“So, who snitched?” You asked, glancing sidelong at his friends and a few Slytherin’s clustered by the bar they were too young to drink at.

Draco shrugged. “Snape, I reckon. Maybe another student.”

Snape. That's who George accused as well.

“Why would Snape do that?”

“Because he's a miserable fuck trying to get father to trust him,” Draco replied. “Same reason anyone does anything to us.” A bitterness edged his tone, and a frown tugged at the corners of your lips.

When did he start looking so…weary?

“Are you alright?” You asked.

He nodded. “Just couldn't stand having you hate me too.”

“Oi, fucking watch it, Weasley!” Theo barked, wrenching you and Draco from your conversation. “They don't teach respect in the gutter?”

Ron was standing a few feet from Draco's friends, cheeks red with fury. “Fucking lightweight, gets knocked by sodding spring breeze—”

“More like a fucking golem, bloody stupid oaf—”

Ron swung, fist coming hard and fast, but Theo managed to duck under it, driving his shoulder into Ron's guts.

Draco was up in a flash, catching Lee before he could intervene and shoving him back. “How about you mind your fucking business, Jordan? Wouldn't want your jaw too mangled to announce my fucking victory this weekend—”

You jumped up, rushing to try and separate Theo and Ron, who were trading punches like playing cards, but someone caught you around the middle, hauling you back a split second before you got caught with a wayward swipe. So close you felt the air bending around Theo's fist caress your face.

“Enough!” George snapped, directly behind you, his brawny arm solid and comforting around your waist. He released you the next second, though, taking a half-step away. Fred was there the next second, prying Ron out of the Theo's grip while Harry got between Draco and Lee.

You grabbed Draco as soon as Lee had his hands off of him, wrapping your arm around his to keep him from lunging again. “Stop it, D,” you hissed in his ear. “The last thing we need is the Aurors telling father—”

Draco was huffing, anger rolling off him in pungent waves. “Wouldn't be a fucking problem if the boors would just stay in their place,” he spit, pointing a finger in Ron’s face, his Malfoy signet ring flashing in the candlelight.

You gasped. “Draco!—”

Ron lunged towards the two of you, fist cocked back to hit Draco, but George jumped in the middle, catching Ron's fist and shoving him back a step.

“I said enough,” he growled, throwing a glare back at Draco. You'd never seen George so serious, something militant and snarling possessing your sweet Georgie.

“What's the matter Weasley? Can't stand to see your little brother get his ass handed to him?” Theo taunted.

“Ron could snap your scrawny ass like a twig,” you shot back.

“Oi, fuck you. Birds stay out of it—”

George snatched Theo up by the collar, dragging him up onto his tiptoes and shaking him. “Not another word, Nott,” he warned.

Merlin, you knew George was protective, but this…he looked prepared to rip Theo’s throat out with his teeth.

“Okay, okay, let's just calm down. We're not fucking children,” you said, moving away from Draco to get between George and Theo. You placed a hand on George's chest, feeling his heart pounding beneath his ribs, and nudged him back.

Reluctantly, he released Theo, stepping back to stand beside his twin, hackles still raised, chest rising and falling quickly.

Theo opened his mouth to say something else, but your warning glare had him cracking his jaw shut.

“It's over. Draco, take your friends home,” you said, channeling every bit of your mother's authority.

Draco scowled. “You can't—”

“Go. Potter, take Ron back,” you ordered. “You bairns are to young to drink anyways.”

They all scoffed, grumbling about how you weren't the boss of them while still gathering their things. You risked a glance at George, and the proud gleam in his eye made your knees weaken.

“Go on, then. The princess has spoken,” Fred teased, waving them away, grinning when Draco flashed him a vicious glare.

You rolled your eyes and turned your back on them, bracing your elbows on the bar to hide your trembling. The lingering adrenaline from the fight and the thrill of George's protectiveness made you feel a little lightheaded.

“C’mon, let's get out of here,” Fred said, moving towards the door. Lee and George followed, and your heart sank a bit watching George walk away without a backwards glance.

Then—“Actually, I’m gonna hang back for another drink, but I'll meet up with you later?” You overheard George say, and it took everything in you to not perk up like a dog.

“Saw something you liked?” Fred asked, and you could practically hear the waggle in his eyebrows.

“Something like that,” George chuckled.

You risked a glance up in time to see Fred and Lee walk out of the pub, leaving George by the door, waving them off.

“What'll it be, love?” The bartender asked.

“Just a water and a room, please,” you asked, sliding some coins across the table.

George leaned against the other side of the bar, watching you over the rim of his beer. An impish smirk lifted the corner of his mouth.

“Sure, hun.” They took your coins and grabbed a key from under the bar, passing it to you before fetching you water.

You accepted your water with a smile and headed to the stairs, having to stop yourself from taking them two at a time out of excitement. Butterflies rioted in your stomach, your skin tingling in anticipation.

With shaking hands, you unlocked the door, draping your Slytherin scarf over the handle so he'd know which was yours.

Five minutes later, knuckles rapped softly on the door.

“Come in,” you called, turning back to the mirror while your removed your earrings.

A moment later, George appeared in the mirror behind you, his arms looping around your waist and hauling you back into his chest.

“Must you dress so bloody gorgeous all the time?” He asked, openly ogling you in the mirror, hands smoothing over your curves.

You smirked, setting your earring on the vanity. “Never know who I might need to impress—”

George spun you around, pining your hips to the counter as he leaned over you. Your lower belly liquified at the ferine look in his eye. It seemed his blood was still running hot after the fight.

“Find anyone?” He asked, carding his fingers through your hair to tilt your head back a little further, exposing the tender sweep of your neck.

Something reckless in you wanted to test the waters, draw out this newfound, bestial side of him. “There was this one Gryffindor, handsome, charming, dark curly hair—”

George’s fist tightened against your scalp, the prickle of pain making you gasp as he leaned in closer. “I'll call Lee back here then, see if he can wrangle you half as well as I do,” he purred, his hand on your waist sliding down between your legs, rucking up the little dress you wore. His fingers grazed the swell of your aching cunt, discovering the honey soaking through your underwear, and loosed a low chuckle. “Someone else get you this wet, love?” he cooed, kissing along your jaw while you melted like putty.

“Just a coincidence,” you whispered, breathless when his middle finger passed over your vexed clit, still a bit sore from the day prior.

He hummed, withdrawing his hand and resting it on your thigh, letting you feel the wetness clinging to his fingers. “Just a coincidence, huh?”

You whined, folding immediately at the loss of contact. “You'll think I'm insane,” you admitted, hiding your face in his shoulder.

“Will I, now? Why's that?” He tugged your head back up by the roots of your hair.

“I liked…seeing you…get protective…” you mumbled, averting your eyes.

He tilted his head a bit, looking infuriatingly chuffed with the revelation. “Oh, sweet girl. That fight turn you on?”

“Not the fight, just…you.”

“I see.” He nodded sagely. “Here I thought you'd think I was out of line.”

You shook your head, working your lower lip between your teeth. “What would you have done if Theo’s rogue punch connected?”

George's eyes darkened. “Something that would send me to Azkaban for life, probably,” he said, voice pitching lower, the roughness of it making you shiver. “I'm not usually quick to anger, but with you…” He sighed, resting his forehead against yours.

Your heart surged, pounding frantically in your chest. The world felt silty beneath you, shifting, spreading, on the precipice of being swallowed whole. On the verge of falling.

Careless, you plunged forward, crashing your lips into his. He collapsed into you, his tongue diving between your teeth to devour you. You could taste the beer on his lips, something hoppy and dark, intoxicating, and you pulled him closer, needing more, needing to breath him like air.

“Need you,” you panted, gulps of air sawing through your burning lungs.

He tossed you up onto the counter, belt clinking against the ceramic as he undid it. “M’sorry, baby. Can't wait,” he muttered into your hair, spreading your knees apart with his hips.

Panties tugged to the side, the cold bite of the tile against your fevered skin, the steely hardness of his cock breaching your heat, fullness, fuck, so full.

“George,” you keened, nails scrabbling for purchase on the vanity as he fucked up into you, splitting you down the middle. But the clenched fist of your cunt hampered his progress.

“S’fucking tight, rattlesnake. Seven hells,” he growled, spreading your thighs wider, pressing deeper.

“I can't—shit,” you whimpered, tears collecting on your lower lashes at the brutal stretch.

“You can, pretty. I know you can,” he soothed, palming the side of your face and kissing away an errant tear. “Just need to relax f’me.” His other hand left your thigh, dipping between your bodies. Middle finger brushed your clit, tracing gentle circles around it, and you felt your muscles start to unwind, the stitches of pain dissolving into pleasure.

“Fuck, George,” you moaned, his cock sliding a bit deeper as your walls loosened.

“There you go, thaaat's a good girl. Nice n’ easy,” he hummed, withdrawing his hips before sinking forward again, finding a steady, languid rhythm as he fucked you open. “You feel so good, baby. Perfect little pussy takin’ me so well,” he praised, lips feathering over your pulse.

Pleasure mounted, evident by the puddle collecting beneath you, slick soaking into his jeans. Your body was starting to ignite, a delicious, consuming warmth spreading under your skin that had you singing his praises. Enraptured.

Lips found yours again, parting, taking, the sloppiness of it dragging you closer and closer to oblivion. Quick fingers and deep, deliberate thrusts hitting every mark, every nerve. It was inevitable, hunting you, chasing you down like prey.

No one could fuck you like George could, and you told him so between broken cries.

“Yeah, baby? No one can fuck you like me—fuckin’ made for me,” he groaned, thrusts getting rougher, punishing as the coil in your belly tightened, baring down on him. “Go on, love. Show me how good I make you feel. Come for me—”

You shattered, a dying star, eclipsed entirely by bliss.

“Shit, gonna take me with you—fuck!” A snap of his hips, the slap barely audible over your mewling, and you snatched his soul, greedy cunt milking him for everything he had.

He braced his hands on the counter, trembling with effort of not crushing you while you twitched and spasmed, locked up so tight he could barely withdraw.

“Shh, love—did so good,” he murmured, kissing every bit of skin he could reach while your mind pieces itself back together, bits of soul adrift in a sea of dopamine. “M’sorry—I didn’t—did I hurt you?”

You shook your head as you came back into your body, feeling his cock slide out you with a surge of release. “Didn't hurt me,” you panted, catching his chin and drawing him into an airy kiss, too out of breath for a proper one, but feeling compelled to do it anyways.

“Good,” he exhaled with a relieved smile, pecking your lips again. “How long do we have the room for?” He straightened to grab his wand and clean you both up.

“Tomorrow morning,” you replied, folding your lips to suppress a smile.

His eyes widened, copper brows shooting up. “Sleepover?”

You nodded, chest swelling with giddy elation. “Sleepover.”

George's POV

George managed to coax you into a shower, insisting on washing your body himself with the cheap inn soap just to hear you purr in pleasure, relaxing completely into him. He didn’t know what it was about you, but he wanted to brush your hair, feed you grapes, fan you with one of those big leaves like Cleopatra.

He was down bad.

“I saw you talking with Draco earlier,” he said, massaging away the tension in your shoulders. “Are you guys okay now?” It was clear how much fighting with Draco weighed on you, and George cared more about your happiness than his own distaste for your younger sibling.

You shrugged. “He's says he didn't snitch—” a soft moan slipped past your lips when he dug into a particularly tight knot. “He actually mentioned Snape as a possibility, like you.”

George was glad you couldn't see the face he made. If Draco accused Snape, it was extremely likely that it was actually the Potions Professor.

How much attention has Snape actually been paying to you?

His hands stilled on your shoulders as anxiety slithered under his skin, coiling around his throat. Could Snape know?

You turned to face him, eyes round and tender. “You worry too much,” you cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck, dripping wet skin pressing against his. His anxiety unraveled, bones softening, and bent down towards you like the branches of a willow. Molded his lips to yours.

It wasn't hurried, stolen seconds like the majority of the kisses you shared. Rather, it was languid, loose and messy and indulgent. Lips gliding through warm water, tongues sweeping, tasting, savoring.

He was lightheaded with it, bracing one of his hands on the stone wall behind you, afraid he'd dissolve entirely and wash down the drain. Away from you.

Merlin, how could he ever be away from you?

Then, it dawned on his that this may be the only chance he'll have to do this with you-- spend a quiet night somewhere safe, where he could love you however he wanted without fear of being caught. He could shower with you, sleep in the same bed with you. Such simple mundanities that felt more precious than gold with you.

This thing with you was fleeting—a strike of lightning. A shooting star. And soon, it would have to end. He couldn't bring you home, couldn't get a flat with you—

The thought stole his breath, a pained sound escaping from his throat, and you broke the kiss, pulling back to look at him.

“George?” You caressed his cheek, pushing his soaked hair from his forehead. The sweetest thing. “Love, are you alright?”

He nodded, turning his head into your palm and brushing the delicate skin of your inner wrist, the heel of your palm, with his lips. He didn't trust himself to speak.

“Let's just focus on being here, yeah?” You murmured, able to discern where his mind had taken him. “Just us, just tonight.”

Tears burned behind his eyes, but he pushed through them in favor of kissing you again, crowding you back against the shower wall. Focused on the heat of your skin, the slide of your limbs around his, your tongue on his throat, and let worries of tomorrow wash away.

After a second, equally as intense round, he dried you both off and carried you to bed, your wobbly legs that of a newborn fawn. The bookshelves beside the bed caught his eye, and he wandered over after tucking you in and lighting some candles.

He slid something off the shelf, garnet leather, tattered at the corners, with silver embossing on the cover and spine: Romeo and Juliet.

Normally, he wouldn't reach for Shakespeare, but you made him want to weave sonnets, monologue verbosely on balconies edge—

“How's this?” He asked, turning to show you, and your kiss-bitten lips curled into a sleepy smile.

“Perfect,” you hummed.

He climbed back into the downy bed beside you, your naked body curling against his side, natural as the moonlight caresses the wall. The steady thrum of your heartbeat synchronized with his as you got comfortable, nuzzling into his shoulder.

The book opened with an antiquated crack, pages thin and yellowed with time. He leafed through it until he reached the Prologue, and started to read aloud.

“Two households, both alike in dignity,

In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,

From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean,

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes,

A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life…”

Reader’s POV

When you and George return to the castle the following morning, you part as if complete strangers. Without a backwards glance, without the preamble of a goodbye. George turned towards the Great Hall, you, towards the library. But the loss was an anchor on your heart, raw and sulfuric as freshly carved grief.

Going back to acting like strangers, propping up the charade after the bliss of tearing it down, felt impossible. Insurmountable. Agonizing.

You'd never been more sure that George Weasley was yours and you were his. And what a cruel trick of fate that you could never be together, not without sacrificing everything else.

And even if you were willing to, you knew George wasn't. He would never give up his family, would never disappoint them in that way. And you could never ask him too, not matter how badly you wanted him.

But you couldn't let him go either, too selfish, too desperate, too possessive. A dog with a bone. How could you go back to that world of callousness, of treachery and darkness after being bathed in his light?

You made it nearly halfway to the library when a commotion rang out, students running down the hall back towards the courtyard at the center of the castle. Like the rush of a river, you were quickly caught up it in, bobbing along until you were spit out at the back of a massive crowd of students and faculty.

Draco's platinum hair caught your attention towards the front, and you forced your way towards him.

“What's going on?” You hissed, tugging at his robes.

He turned, a cruel retort on his tongue until he realized it was you. “Trelawney’s getting canned,” he snickered, ushering you in front of him, his body shielding your from the push of the crowd.

That explained the wailing.

“Why on earth would Dumbledore do that—” but then you noticed the pink-clad Umbridge standing beside the bawling Divination professor and all of her belongings. You had always disliked the puggish woman, with her upturned nose and pressed lips, expensive tweed dyed that horrible, intestinal pink.

In her hand, she held a dismissal order on the Ministry letterhead.

Something was deeply wrong.

You spotted George across the way, standing with his siblings, Harry and Hermione. He edged in front of Ginny, pulling her just slightly behind him as he watched Umbridge chastise poor Trelawney with narrowed eyes. He had Harry by the shoulder, preventing the impulsive boy from running out the professors defense.

He looked…afraid. Fred did too.

George's eyes met yours, softening a bit before they flicked up to Draco, and immediately turned glacial. Hostile. You glanced up and found Draco smiling, and your stomach turned.

McGonagall rushed out, gathering Trelawney in her arms and shushing her.

“Is there something you'd like to say, dear?” Umbridge asked.

“Oh, there are several things I'd like to say,” McGonagall bit.

Draco snickered, and you elbowed him.

Then, the doors burst open behind you, revealing Albus Dumbledore. He strode forward, anger practically radiating off of him.

“Professor McGonagall, might I ask you to escort Sybil back inside?”

The way Umbridge was looking at him, all arrogance and snobbery. Like she knew something he didn't…

Understanding settled heavy on your bones. This was no ordinary sacking—this was an act of war. The war George tried to explain. The war that your family tried to hide from you. The war that the Ministry was in denial of, that you were in denial of.

George had tried to warn you, but it was too late.

The war had officially come to Hogwarts, and you were standing on the wrong side of it.

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candy grams. g.w. x reader

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music choice; dandelions by ruth b

word count: 2.7 k

pt 2

synopsis;

you've been in love with george for almost as long as you've known him.

that makes 6 years. and for the last 5, you've been in love with him.

valentines' day is around the corner. and you think it's a great idea to send him a candy gram anonymously. a/n - no valentines this year so i thought id finally lock in and give some of yall a treat! hope u enjoy + pls interact!

George Weasley is one of your favourite people ever. He's sweet, funny and kind when he wants to be. So, many girls you know have a crush on him. So do you. It's kind of a pain, most of the time. He's your best friend, you're so integrated into his family, the burrow is your second home. Molly loves you, and so does the rest of the family.

George and Fred are both large parts of your daily life. You're one of the only people who are able to tell them apart. They look exactly the same, but you're able to tell a difference. You're not even entirely sure how you know, but you just know.

Classes with the two are entertaining, you sitting between the two on a bench, stifled giggles can be heard throughout the classroom, and are a constant in every class you have with the twins. You're closest with George, having become friends in first year when you were placed next to him in potions after snape had enough of the twins sitting together.

Although it wasn't till second year before you realised you cared about george beyond a friend should. A constant figure in your mind, and a constant figure in your life, he invaded every moment of your life.

it wasn't like he did it on purpose. he was just everywhere you turned. In the hallways, laughing with fred while they made fun of Ron, next to you in classes, sitting across from you in the great hall at feeding times, and during the holidays when he'd send you constant letters on updates of things he and his brother made in their room. You were invited over a lot, but obviously you had to spend some time with your family before you went over to the burrow.

You had lived with these feelings for years, not many knew. Fred didn't, so George didn't. Hermione seemed to be the only one that knew, and it was only because of her intelligence was she able to figure out. 5th year was honestly the worst. Your O.W.Ls were coming around, and you had the stupid pink toad umbridge for a teacher. she was a pain in the ass, constantly punishing students for practically no reason.

Because McGonagall understood how everyone was in low spirits, she introduced the muggle idea of candy grams. There were some students who found them stupid since they derived from muggles, but you wanted to try it. So, on the fourteenth of february, you bought one. Sent it to George. left it anonymous, because you just wanted him to know someone out there liked him.

you regretted sending that damn candy gram not even 20 minutes later, the moment he came bounding into the common room with a pesky grin on his face, yelling out your name.

"what?" you said as you looked up from your book.

he shoved the paper under your nose, effectively poking you in the eyes with the corner of the paper. "look! someone sent me a candy gram." he grinned at you.

"congrats?" you say, trying to keep your cool, hoping that he couldn't tell that you were the one that wrote it. You didn't want to lose his friendship. It really meant too much to you, and you'd probably rather die than lose him.

"do you not get the significance of this moment?" he clutched his chest dramatically.

"i refuse to believe someone actually has a crush on you. You're such a menace to society." you tell him, rolling your eyes, trying to keep yourself together and not end up screaming and running away.

There's a knowing glint in his eyes that you don't seem to notice, but he doesn't respond or comment on anything. He shoves the note under your nose again, forcing you to read it.

"Dearest George,

I hope this note finds you well. I couldn't keep these feelings hidden any longer, but I must remain anonymous for now. Over the years, I've cherished our friendship more than words can express. But it's evolved into something deeper, something I can't deny.

You've become the light of my life, and I can't help but feel a love that goes beyond friendship. If one day, you discover who I am and feel the same way, I'll be waiting, ready to take a chance for us.

Until then, I remain in secrecy.

sincerely and with love,

a secret admirer"

he reads out by heart, as if he's memorised the entire thing already. you gape at him, not knowing what you're actually supposed to say right now. nothing has prepared you for this moment.

"well?" he demands, plopping his weight down on the cushion next to you.

"well what?" you ask him, slightly flushed from having a love note you've written read out to you by the person you like.

"what do you think? who do you think it is?" he questions you, bombarding you with several questions when you're still trying to process what possessed you to send him the candy gram in the first place.

"man, i don't know." you tell him, shrugging, turning back to your book, trying to move the topic on.

"oh come on y/n! help me out here! I'm your best friend..." he whines, dropping his head in your lap. It's a common habit of his, invading your personal space, but let's be honest, you don't mind in the slightest.

"what do you want me to do?" you sigh. He always has a way of making you crumble. He beams instantly, Sitting upright again, almost head butting you and giving you a lovely little concussion.

"help me find out who it is!" he responds with a cheeky grin.

"why, george? are you going to make fun of them or something?" you sigh tiredly, really wanting him to give up on this, but you know how he is. once he starts, it's hard to get him to stop.

"because, what if she's hot?" he wiggles his eyebrows at you, and you can't help but crack a smile at his simplicity.

"just because she might be hot? What if she's super ugly? What will you do then?" You tease him, but you do want to know what he's going to do when he finds out it was you, and crushes his hopes of it being Angelina Johnson.

"I know she's pretty." he responds in retaliation.

"how do you know?" you challenge, raising your eyebrow at him as you question your own sanity for liking someone like him.

"It's a gut feeling." he shrugs his shoulders, before standing up from the couch, offering you his hand to pull you up. you set your book down with a sad sigh, accepting his hand as he pulls you up. His hand envelops yours easily, as if they fit together, and his hands are a nice kind of warm, warm enough to make you feel happy, but not warm enough to make you clammy and sweaty. the perfect balance.

he's a lot stronger than you give him credit for, and he pulls you up easily, till you're standing almost chest to chest, well more like head to chest, since he's so much taller than you. If you looked up at him, you would be close enough to kiss. His smell envelopes you, a rich smell of freshly upturned grass and the smell of smoke and a Christmas fire.

you clear your throat abruptly, and the pair of you spring apart. you're avoiding eye contact with george, but if you looked at him you would see how the tips of his ears are red enough to match the colour of his hair.

You get a strange look from the other people in the common room, and fred, who's been close enough to hear the entire conversation, grins at what he's just realised.

He lets out a light chuckle, and you turn to look at him, raising your eyebrow. He shrugs and grins. George's deliberately avoiding eye contact, looking everywhere but you. Fred laughs louder, to the point where he needs to lean on the edge of a couch to prevent himself from falling over.

George pauses, looks at you, before he grins. "You can start helping me tomorrow." He says, before bouncing away, out of the portrait hole. Fred laughs even louder. You turn to him again, before frowning.

"what?" you ask him. It sets him off again, he only stops laughing when he starts coughing.

Fred holds up his finger, and you wait till he regains his composure. He takes another look at you before it sets him off again. You groan.

"I think i know who sent my dear brother the candy gram." He says, wiping a tear away from his eye with his index.

"oh yeah? who?" you ask. Your heart's thumping in your ears, but you're trying your best to seem calm and collected.

a smile stretches across his face, and he looks like he's planning something. "oh, my dear y/n. I do indeed. It seems the girl and i are quite close." he purrs, pulling you close into a hug. You sigh, wrapping your arms around fred.

"please don't tell him." you whisper, hiding your face into his chest. he smiles. He's viewed you as a little sister since the beginning, and he's glad you feel the same way for his brother as his brother does for you.

"i wouldn't dream of it. Unless.....?" he starts, but drifts off, not finishing the sentence.

"fred!" you whine, irritated.

"okay, okay." he laughs, pulling back from the hug, resting his hands on your shoulder, staring deep into your eyes. suddenly he goes serious, the smile dropping off his face quick.

"but seriously. If you never tell him, i'll do it eventually. You can't stay secret admirer forever, and i'm most likely going to die of frustration just watching you two." He finishes. Stepping back, plopping down onto the couch

"i shouldn't have done it fred! i don't know what i was thinking." you groan, hiding your face in his shoulder, plopping down next to him.

"well i think it was a good idea." fred says, throwing an arm carelessly across your shoulder. you groan in response, closing your eyes with a sigh.

the next couple of days are strange, to say the least. George actively seeks you out more than usual, the only topic he speaks of is his secret admirer. It's quite strange, having the object of your affections constantly speak of a romantic gesture you made toward them without them knowing. It's nice, but quite scary, to say the least.

there's the constant fear of being discovered, and when discovered, you're afraid that george is going to be disappointed that you were the one that sent it to him and not Angelina Johnson.

but whatever, you need to act as inconspicuous as possible, right? fred certainly isn't helping, constantly giggling to himself whenever the topic is brought up, while george flashes him a questioning side eye.

one day after potions lesson during lunch, you and george remain behind in the classrooms, cleaning up as a form of punishment from professor snape.

you're kneeling on the floor, cleaning up a spill from some third years. without magic. if it wasn't obvious that snape hated you beforehand, it is now.

you don't even remember what exactly it was that you did, but here you are anyway. george, who somehow got the easier task, is just sitting on a chair as he scrubs at some of the tables in the room.

"this is all your fault, george." you blame, rubbing at the persistent stain on the floor.

"how? you were the one giggling too loudly." george throws back at you. very maturely, you throw the rag you're using at his face. he blocks it, instead of hitting his face, it hits his arm with a wet 'thwump'.

'hey!" he complains at you, throwing it back at you. you duck out of the way, and it hits the wall behind you with another wet sound.

you turn to stare at where it went, and you look back at him, before you burst out into giggles together.

suddenly, you hear the sounds of footsteps, and knowing snape, you stumble to get the rag and go back the stain, rubbing at it with the best of your ability.

you hear the sound of the door groaning on its hinges as it slams open, revealing a disgruntled and angry prof snape.

“i thought. i heard laughter.” he drawls in his cold and distatched tone, the corner of his mouth turning down in distaste.

“no, professor. we wouldn’t dare. Perhaps it was Peeves running through.” you answer, in your best imitation of a innocent student, and professor turns his eyes onto you, glaring at you with distaste.

“i’d hope not. if i hear another peep out of you both, it’s 50 points from gryffindor. each.” he teels you, before swishing around in his ridiculous cape and exiting through the door.

you both turn to each other slowly, before doubling over in silent laughter, clutching your stomach insanely.

once you’ve both managed to contain yourselves, you get back to the work you’re supposed to doing, letting the silence pass between you comfortably.

you hear a little sigh leave george’s mouth, and you turn to look at him, noticing that he’s already looking at you.

“what?” you ask him, raising your brow at him.

he flushes a red that makes his freckles stand out, and you wish so desperately to count them all at some point.

you will manage to do that at some point if you’re lucky..you’ll probably have to disguise it as some kind of friendly activity…

he avoids your eye contact and he sighs, before looking back up at you for a second, before he asks, “are you sure you don’t know who wrote the candy gram?”

your heart stutters in your chest, a little part of you feeling an intense need to run as fast and as far as possible.

“yeah. sorry, george. I promise I asked around.” you so blatantly lie, and he just kind of stares at you, and he doesn’t look impressed at all. you swear his left eye twitches a little.

after a beat of you avoiding as much eye contact with him as possible, by looking somewhere else, anywhere else from him, because he honestly scares you a little and honestly any thing to do with your emotions so obviously displayed is quite terrifying.

another moment passes by you, and you try to turn your attention back to the stain you’re scrubbing at. you begin to stand up, about to go get some more soap to make sure the stain really does get out, when you hear george call your name.

‘….you do realise I can recognise your handwriting, right? we’ve been friends for ages.” he tells you, and your head whips to him so fast, you get whiplash.

“what?” you respond, ever the poet.

“your handwriting. I know you sent me the candy gram.” he mutters, standing up to match you, stalking forwards with his eyes set on you. “why are you lying?” he asks you, stopping right in front of you.

you can’t respond. you’re frozen, mouth wide open as you gape at him. he’s very close to you now, and you feel your heart thumping in your chest. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you lie, walking sideways as he follows you, while you try to face the door to escape.

“i know, for sure, that it was you who sent it to me.” He asserts again, following you, not to closely as to make you uncomfortable, as he is ever the kindest soul you will ever know.

you know that you are not ready to have this conversation right now, so you feign that someone is calling your name, and make a run for it. “oh. is that someone calling me? oh yes it is. Yes I’m coming!”

george tries to stop you, by putting an arm out to block you, but you duck under, sprinting out the door as quick as you can.

you’re swearing as you run, and you hear him call out your name, once, twice and then silence.

pt 2

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a/n -> this has been in my drafts for much more than a year so im glad i finally got it out...

pls pls pls pls interact and comment i love reading comments

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Roseee‘s Masterlist pt. 2

ℕ𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

𝖦𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾

Mafia - 🖤 Angst - 💔 Fluff - 💗 Suggestive - ❤️‍🔥 Dark - 🩶

Humor - 💛

Teen Wolf

• This is pushing it 💗

-> A shy but powerful witch surprises Scott’s pack by proving she’s their best chance against a rogue alpha.

Harry Potter

Fred Weasley

• I’ve got you 💗💔

-> Fred comforts you after your traumatic experience with Umbridge

George Weasley

• not until you 💗

-> At Hogwarts, George makes you realize that home isn’t a place—it’s being with him.

Formula one

Daniel Riccardo

• Professional, huh? 💗❤️‍🔥

-> An innocent late-night work session turns into a passionate encounter when Daniel finally acts on the tension between him and his assistant, breaking all professional boundaries.

Max Verstappen

• Lacy 💔💗

-> You’ve loved Max your whole life, watching in silent heartbreak as he falls for the impossibly perfect Lacy

• "you piss me off“ "good“ 💔❤️‍🔥

-> Max, the reigning king of illegal street racing, finds his world turned upside down when a fierce rival—you—steals his wins

• It’s not enough 💔💗🖤

-> After a brutal attack on his pregnant girlfriend, Mafia Max goes to extreme lengths to ensure her and their baby's safety, revealing the depths of his love and protection.

Oscar Piastri

• No distractions 💔💗🖤

-> In a world where attachments are dangerous, you and Oscar fight to ignore the growing tension between you—until a life-or-death mission forces a kiss that feels far too real to be just a distraction.

Lando Norris

• Miss and Mister Norris?

-> You teach biology. He teaches PE. You’re secretly dating. The students? Not fooled for a second.

• Broken 💔

-> Lando’s need for secrecy strains his relationship with you, leading to a heated confrontation that nearly ends things between you.

• I am possessive 💔❤️‍🔥🩶

-> After seeing you dance with another man at a club, a jealous and possessive Lando confronts you in a heated argument that leads to an intense, passionate turn.

• no wall is strong enough to keep us apart 💔💗

-> A family torn apart by the Berlin Wall reunites in an emotional embrace the night it falls, proving that love endures even the strongest barriers.

• Me? Dramatic?! 💗💔💛

-> You prank Lando by ignoring him to see how long it takes for him to get upset. Spoiler: it doesn’t take long

• My everything 💔💗🖤

-> After discovering that Lando had only pursued you to investigate your family, your heart shatters—but as you try to walk away, his desperate pleas and undeniable love make you question if, despite everything, you can ever stop loving him.

• knew you couldn’t resist me, sugar 💗💔

-> You try to resist bad-boy Lando Norris, but when he corners you behind the bleachers, smirking in his leather jacket and telling you he’s taking you to the dance, you know you’re already his.

• love isn’t always enough 💔

-> Your love with Lando falls apart as unresolved pain drives you both away from each other.

• Never going to be love 💔

-> After falling for Lando, you confront him about his flirtations and walk away when he can’t return your feelings.

• Are you hurt? 🖤💔💗

-> After a chilling note reveals you're being watched and an intruder invades your home, Lando arrives just in time to ruthlessly kill the attacker and protect you.

• I mean it, love 🖤💔💗

-> Lando warns you not to touch the mysterious box on his desk, but when you do, you unknowingly mark yourself for death—forcing him to protect you at all costs

• on your own 🖤💔💗

-> Kidnapped after a fight, you learn the hard way—leaving Lando after a fight was a mistake.

• my dad is a dumbass 💗

-> Lucas is sent back in time to ensure his teenage father falls for his outcast mother instead of the wrong girl.

-> p2

• like a kiss 💗

-> after coming to terms that his girlfriend is a ghost, a new routine builds.

• dtMF 💔

-> Lando sits on a San Juan beach, holding a Polaroid camera, reflecting on his lost love and regretting the moments he took for granted, wishing he could tell her he still loves her.

• an angel 💔💗

-> guilt eats Lando alive when he wants to come clean to you after dating you for a bet. What he didn’t expect was that you would be so understanding and calm about it.

• I’ve missed this 💔💗

-> Lando confesses his love on midsummer night but pushes you away for years before finally apologizing and winning you back.

• two pink lines 💗🖤

-> When Y/N suspects she might be pregnant, she tries to hide her worries from Lando, only to take a test and confirm her life is about to change forever.

• AHHH..! 💛💗

-> Lando panics mid-stream over his girlfriend’s scream, only to find she’s overreacting to a horror game.

• hyperpigmentation 💛

-> you son‘s drawing sparks chaos as Lando laughs hysterically, and you scramble to boost Jacob’s confidence.

• Anything for you 💔🩶

-> A devoted girlfriend takes deadly measures against anyone who ruins Lando's career, believing her actions are for his benefit, until he discovers the horrifying truth.

• I can’t pretend 💔💗

-> After weeks of distance, Lando's jealousy ignites when you kiss another guy at a party.

• I know I‘m yours 🖤

-> Lando's jealousy boils over at a gala when a stranger gets too close to you, prompting him to assertively remind you—and everyone else—that you’re his.

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[overlord-of-fantasy]

The worst for the worst

[macabreafterparty]

Imagine this tomarry/harrymort au that was inspired by a conversation I had with my lover

Harry Potter is nothing but a lowly servant to be married off to someone like Dolores Umbridges son for some land his family owned before they died but then he mysteriously goes missing.

Rumor started to spread that the god that lived in the woods (or dilapidated castle) snatched the green eyed virgin away for trespassing some days before.

His foster family (the Dursleys of course) wanting to save face as the "caring" family who wants to return him to his "true love" gathered a team to rescue him (Order of the Phoenix or maybe just his merry band of Gryffindors)

As the rescue team zones in on him, they're surprised at how warm the home they tracked Harry to is, how it smells of baking treacle tart, how the magic seems to buzz around them in joy.

As they smash into the only lit room, yelling "HARRY WE'RE HERE TO RESCUE YOU" they were surprised by seeing Harry. Not chained or tortured. No, he was not only healthy by draped in this god damn thing

On this god damn thing

With not only mountains of food, books, and magical trinkets littering the area but a god-like creature (whether it be Voldemort or Tom Riddle you can decide) Sitting behind him, chin on his shoulder and arms around him, possessiveness oozing from the very hold.

Harry looks up in shock from the giant tome floating in front of him, (the creature not even looking in the team's direction as if he wanted them to find the both of the men in said position) and just goes "What..are you talking about? Go away, I'm fine."

[novelistwriter]

The Boy who Lived and the King

DP x HP Prompt inspired by other works like Half Dead Phoenix and another where Danny is a Professor at Hogwarts ( I also want a Harry Potter story where most of the beloved characters have a happy end except Umbridge, fuck her)

Danny had run away from his home, his parents had found out about him being Phantom and had rejected him. Then he was being hunted by the GIW after his parents told them about him. He fled America altogether, flying all the way to Britain because Clockwork sent him a message that he would find another family there that would accept him no matter what.

When he got there, he arrived near Hogwarts, where he met a boy named James Potter, who was an arrogant boy and sometimes bullied others. He was more friends with Lily Evans and Severus Snape. Danny's influence caused James to change earlier than his 7th year, which also caused both James and Lily to begin dating earlier as well. After James and Lily began to date, Danny became friends with Sirius Black.

During the years James, Lily, Severus, and Sirius were in Hogwarts, Danny had accepted his role as the Ghost King, and found a mother figure in Minerva McGonagall.

Danny is there to the wedding between James and Lily, but Sirius remains the best man to James and the Godfather to Harry, Danny is fine with being the cool uncle.

And then James and Lily are killed by Voldemort, and Sirius was framed for it. Danny is trusted by Dumbledore to take care of Harry. He is happy to be raising his nephew, but he has plans to take down Voldemort, clear Sirius' name, and search for the Ghosts of James and Lily.

(Honestly, I'd like to see who Harry would end up with if someone took this up. Personally, I have been drawn to Drarry. I have also been slightly interested in seeing Harry with Cedric, Ron, or Hermione, but don't let my opinions dictate the way the story would go if you decide to take this up)

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Could you please go more on Harry and Sirius and their relationship? I love them so much.

Honestly, yes. Like I think I already wrote most of what I think about them, (here, here, here, and here) but I love their dynamic so much and one of my pet peeves in fic is when Sirius is villainized for no reason and treated as a bad influence in Harry's life.

Like, Harry's life is lacking in competent adults he trusts, and I wanna talk about how much Harry trusts Sirius since I haven't covered that yet, I think.

Dumbledore is extremely competent, but Harry doesn't trust him. Snape is also extremely competent, but Harry would rather deal with whatever himself than tell Snape about it (except in life-and-death situations like at the end of OotP).

Then you have characters like Hagrid, who Harry trusts, and is definitely good intentioned, but not very competent. Molly and Arthur kinda fall into this category for the majority of the books.

Remus in book 3 came close. He's competent, and Harry likes him, but that trust and seeking of a relationship is one-sided. It's always Harry seeking Remus out, Remus doesn't want to be involved in Harry's life and keeps running away like Remus does. (There's a reason Harry keeps calling him "Lupin" in his head)

Then you have Barty/Fake Moody who is competent and Harry trusts and grows close to only to later be revealed to be a Death Eater during book 4.

Basically, Harry has a shitty track record with mentor figures in his life. Then comes Sirius, who loves him, wants to have a relationship with him, who is intelligent and competent (Especially during GoF), and who Harry feels he can trust.

Throughout GoF and OotP, whenever Harry has a problem, be it strange dreams from Voldemort, his scar hurting, the Triwizard Tournament, him just having a bad day, Umbridge, anything, the first person he goes to (or wants to go to), even before Ron and Hermione — is Sirius. And that is so important to me.

Like, growing up the way he grew up, Harry isn't the most trusting of kids. He often goes and acts heroic because he doesn't trust adults to do what needs to be done and so he feels like it's his responsibility. Sirius is the only adult in the books that when he tells Harry: "Stay away from it and let me check out what I can find out first", Harry listens. In GoF Sirius tells Harry not to leave school, and to watch out for Karkaroff, and Harry does so. He actually believes Sirius has his best interests and he lets him be a responsible adult in his life.

At least, more than he lets anyone else.

I did mention it in the past, but Harry feels just as responsible for Sirius as Sirius feels for Harry. Harry never got to be a child, so he doesn't exactly act like one.

At the beginning of GoF he tries to lie to Sirius that his scar doesn't actually hurt so Sirius would stay safe and away from Britain. Sirius doesn't buy it and comes anyway because Harry's safety is always Sirius' number 1 priority.

Even when his mental/emotional state deteriorates in OotP, he is mostly talking about endangering himself, not Harry.

And with this behavior, it's easy to see why Harry comes to trust Sirius so fast. Sirius is a connection to Harry's parents (something Harry's always looking for), he says he loves Harry and would do a lot for him (including escaping Azkaban by swimming as a dog across the North Sea), and it's clear he's prioritizing Harry in a way no one else has before.

Is Sirius' fixation on Harry's well-being necessarily healthy? Not exactly, I mean, there is a reason in all the airplane safety instructions they tell you to put on your own oxygen mask before you help someone else, and Sirius would definitely put the mask on Harry first. But given both their circumstances, this is honestly what they both need to feel a semblance of family.

Like, their connection, for both of them, is a kind of lifeline.

Harry needs to be the most important person to someone after he has been treated like nothing for years. And Sirius, I think, needs to care for someone else, to feel he is helping and doing something good. If he's helping Harry, he feels his own life has a purpose.

It's so very visible with Harry just how much of a lifeline Sirius became to him after such a short time. Like, I reread books 5 and 6 recently, and at the end of OotP, after Sirius dies, there is a shift in Harry. He stops caring as much.

What I mean is, there is a reason Harry has his "there's no reason to call me sir, Professor" moment in HBP. After Sirius dies, Harry loses his last bits of self-preservation. At the end of OotP he starts sassing Snape:

Malfoy’s hand flew toward his wand, but Harry was too quick for him. He had drawn his own wand before Malfoy’s fingers had even entered the pocket of his robes. “Potter!” The voice rang across the entrance hall; Snape had emerged from the staircase leading down to his office, and at the sight of him Harry felt a great rush of hatred beyond anything he felt toward Malfoy. . . . Whatever Dumbledore said, he would never forgive Snape . . . never . . . “What are you doing, Potter?” said Snape coldly as ever, as he strode over to the four of them. “I’m trying to decide what curse to use on Malfoy, sir,” said Harry fiercely. Snape stared at him.

(OotP, 851)

Snape is shocked, he doesn't even know what to say to that because Harry doesn't speak to him like that before. Before, even during the Occlumancy lessons, Harry is mostly polite because he feels he has to be. After Sirius dies, there's none of that. He's sassier, snappier, and angrier, and he carries that with him through HBP and DH. Said anger isn't just towards Snape. He snaps at Ron and Hermione throughout DH even without the Horcrux, and he lifts up Mundungus by the throat in HBP. I think a lot of his focus on Malfoy is because of how lost he feels throughout HBP. He goes out at Remus with his worst in DH when he wants to join them in the Horcrux hunt. I mean, Remus needed someone to talk sense into him, but Harry didn't need to be that mean.

What I'm saying is that when Sirius died, one of Harry's major lifelines was cut and he's in a weird sort of lashing out throughout HBP and DH. Yes, he knew Sirius for a very short time, but he was the person Harry trusted most in his life — and then he was gone.

It's not to say he never got angry at Sirius, Harry did, and that's natural and healthy, honestly. But it doesn't change the fact that in GoF and OotP when Harry needs to rant, needs someone to talk to, wants advice, he first goes to Sirius, then to everyone else.

I just feel so much about these two.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 22

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕬𝖙 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙, 𝕴 thought Fred and George were playing a prank on me and I didn't fight immediately. And then I saw that there were five Death Eaters, one of them holding me and I screamed. "DAAADDDD!!" I screamed as loudly as possible, panic setting in.

The Death Eater clamped a hand over my mouth and I tried to bite his fingers and knock his wand out of his hand at the same time. I knew he couldn't disparate without his wand. The wand fell to the ground and he tackled me to the ground, trying to keep a hold on me while he grabbed his wand.

A different Death Eater grabbed me, pulling me up. By this time, Bill, Uncle Moody, and Dad had torn around the corner, wands raised. Dad's eyes were murderous. Spells started to fly as I fought against the Death Eater holding me.

How had they found me? Of course, they would know about Mr. Weasley so they would've known that I would be here. And then I'd come out by myself. . . I'd practically handed myself to them.

I elbowed the Death Eater in the face. He reared back, grabbing my hair to make sure I didn't escape and I yelled out in pain, my head jerking back as a reflex.

"Disapparate with her!" One of the other Death Eaters called, shooting spells at Bill. "We'll hold them off."

The Death Eater holding me struggled to his feet and raised his wand. I remembered at that moment that I was wearing Heelys, and I jammed the wheel out and kicked my foot as hard as possible against his knee. There was a cracking sound and he screamed, letting go of me, both hands flying to his knee, falling to the ground.

I jumped away from him, darting past the other Death Eaters on my wheels, though one tried to grab me, and slid towards dad. He grabbed my arm, drawing me behind him and then pushed me into the alleyway where Mundungus and Mrs. Weasley had their wands drawn. The other kids were in the car. Mrs. Weasley pushed me towards the car, her eyes not leaving the front of the alley.

I climbed in the car without hesitation, sitting down and wrapping my arms around my knees, shaken. Bill, Dad, and Uncle Moody came back after a few minutes.

I was shaking terribly and Dad made a beeline for me, telling Mundungus to take a long route home in case they tried to follow us.

"How'd they know?" Mrs. Weasley asked, shaking, her face white. Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and Harry's faces were all white as well although Fred and George looked annoyed. I assumed that they had tried to get out and fight as well and Mrs. Weasley hadn't let them.

"They knew I'd be visiting Mr. Weasley." I mumbled, still shaking. If dad hadn't been holding me, I might've crumbled into pieces.

"We need to let Dumbledore know right away." Uncle Moody was growling, his eye swirling.

"Is this the first time they've tried to get to you?" Bill asked, looking at me with a questioning look on his face.

"Of course they knew what they were doing!" Uncle Moody growled. "They work for You-Know-Who they aren't just going to try a kidnap operation without some knowledge or plan."

My face grew hot but I couldn't stop shaking. "Er- well- no."

"What?" Dad asked furiously and I looked up at him guiltily.

"The er- day Hermione came home, I'd been out all night because I'd taken a walk into the city... well I wasn't expecting. . . and Lucius Malfoy was there. . . and er. . . well, I barely escaped them then. . ."

Dad was shaking now too- with anger. "You left the house!"

"I'm sorry". I whispered. "I didn't know. . . I didn't think. . . I had to get out of the house and be by myself for a little bit and. . . I'm so sorry."

I didn't cry, I just continued to shake and I put my elbows on my knees and my face in my hands. Dad kept his arm around my shoulders tightly.

Mundungus was still driving and Uncle Moody's eyes was rolling 360 degrees, searching. "I don't think they're out there Remus." He said after about an hour of aimless driving. Dad just nodded his head stiffly and Mundungus guided the car back to Grimmauld place. He dropped us off and we all rushed inside.

Sirius was waiting for us, humming Christmas tunes. He took one look at us and stopped humming. The others dispersed up the stairs. Mad-Eye stomped to the kitchen with Bill to write a letter to Dumbledore.

Mrs. Weasley bustled into the kitchen as well to start cooking dinner. Dad was still furious and I was still shaking.

"What's wrong?" Sirius asked, looking between Uncle Moody, Bill, Dad, and I. "What happened?"

"Death Eaters." Bill answered, "Tell Dumbledore about the Azkaban breakout Mad-Eye."

"Azkaban breakout!" Sirius exclaimed.

"Elizabeth saw it." Dad grunted. He still hadn't taken his arm from around my shoulder which was fine by me.

"Is she okay?" Sirius asked, looking from me to dad.

"Er, well no Sirius." Bill said. "The Death Eaters kind've ambushed us at St. Mungo's. . . they nearly got away with Elizabeth too."

Sirius looked furious. "But how'd they know she was there! How'd they think they were going to get away with that!"

"Because they knew Dad was in the hospital." Bill answered at the same time Dad said, "Because they already, very nearly, got away with her once already this break."

Sirius looked at me. "What do you mean Remus?"

"I mean that she snuck out one night, the night before she got sick, and they nearly caught her." Dad growled.

"You snuck out!" Sirius asked furiously, glaring at me.

"I just wanted to go on a walk." I muttered, my tongue finally coming loose. "I couldn't stay in the house. . . Lucius Malfoy found me about five miles from here. . . I had turned human for just a few moments. . . that was it."

"I'm going to kill him." Sirius said in a very even voice.

Dad led me into the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley put a cup of tea down in front of me.

My hands were trembling horribly.

"Anything else we should add to the letter Elizabeth?" Uncle Moody asked. "I mentioned Bode, Death Eaters, and the breakout."

I paused for a moment and said, "I don't. . . I don't think so. . ."

Uncle Moody sealed up the letter and said. "I should get back to the office. I'll tell Tonks and Kingsley to keep an eye out as well. Maybe they can up the dementors on Antonin's cell." He stomped out of the room.

My legs were shaking horribly but I stood up anyone and mumbled, "I'm going. . . I'm going to go. . . go upstairs and. . ."

"Yes." Dad interrupted me so I didn't have to try and spit the whole sentence out. He was still hugging me fiercely. "Go get some sleep."

I stumbled out of the room and upstairs and closed my bedroom door. I collapsed on bed and exploded into terrified sobs. Oh God, I could've been in front of Voldemort at this moment. At that point, my locket burned me deeply and I ripped it off, dropping it on the table.

From across the hall, I heard Harry cry out in pain.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked in a concerned voice.

"He's really angry.." I heard Harry say.

"You think it's because. . ." Hermione drifted off.

"Yeah." Harry said. "probably because his Death Eater's failed to bring Liz to him."

"You were right there too!" Ron exclaimed. "Why didn't they try and grab you?"

"Because they want her visions." Hermione said. I threw my pillow over my head so that I could try and block them out.

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖔𝖗𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌 below, startling me awake. I found that my head was no longer under my pillow. Perhaps dad had come in and tucked me in. Yes, the blankets were settled more neatly around me. I rubbed my eyes.

Mrs. Black was screaming in her portrait and then the door to my bedroom slammed open, the door handle bouncing off the wall, leaving a dent there.

"Oh no." I muttered as Severus slammed the door closed.

"Are. You. An. Idiot!" He snarled, striding over to me. "I told you to stay with people and what do you do! You leave St. Mungo's by yourself!"

I climbed out of bed and he pushed me back down on the bed gently, which greatly contradicted his furious tone of voice. "No, you stay in bed."

"I didn't realize-"

"Stop. Talking." He hissed. "Do you know how close you came from being taken!"

"Yes!" I said, nearly in tears again. "I was there! Mr. Weasley just held me back a few extra seconds and I didn't know where they'd gone and I didn't know they were going to attack me with five members of the order there!"

He pressed his lips to mine and the urge to cry was gone. I kissed him back eagerly and he pulled me to his chest. "I can't lose you Elizabeth. Not like that. Damnit! Don't you understand how much he wants you? He was willing to risk five Death Eaters to get you. If you hadn't broken Nott's knee. . ."

"I broke it?" I asked in surprise.

"Yes and if anything, it's made the Dark Lord even more eager to get to you. He wants you to pay. You cannot leave anymore, do you understand?"

I scowled at him, rebellion fighting in my veins. "You're not my dad."

"No, I'm not." He said, pulling me back to look at me face. "But I know for a fact that while your father and I don't get along, he'd agree with me on this. Don't you dare leave this house without supervision. It'd probably be best if you don't leave period."

"Alright, fine." I said, giving in. I wasn't eager to leave anyways. I just hated being told what to do.

"How did you break his knee?" Severus asked curiously. "I didn't realize you were that strong."

In answer, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to mine. When we pulled apart, he said, "Point taken."

I said, "Tonks gave me these shoes for Christmas. They have wheels on the backs of them." I pointed to them, laying on the floor. I didn't remember taking them off. "I popped the wheel out. It probably hurt a lot."

"Remind me to thank Tonks." Severus murmured, running his mouth down my neck.

"How long are you staying?" I asked breathless.

"Only a few minutes." Severus said, his breath tickling my neck. I shivered. "I had to yell at you."

I giggled nervously. "What time is it?"

"Nearly five thirty." He said, bringing his mouth back to mine. "But Sirius said you can sleep through the Christmas party if you want."

"You should just stay over." I said, whispering against his cheek. "I think that'd be much preferred."

He laughed low. "I don't think your father would approve."

I frowned. "No, I suppose he wouldn't."

He hesitated, his fingers in my hair and then said, "You know. . . I've always hated both your dads. . . but there is something I must give Remus credit for. . ."

"What?" I asked.

"Now, if you tell him I will never talk to you again but the thing is. . . I think privately I've always admired him. . ."

I was stunned and then smiled incredulously. "Are you just saying that?" I asked, genuinely puzzled.

He laughed a little louder. "No." he pressed his lips to mine again. "No. . . it's something I've never wanted to admit before either. . . not even to myself but you have to admire him. . . you know? He's a werewolf and he still keeps his head high. I don't think I could. . . it's a trait that he passed on to you, you know. You have the same resilience."

I was actually stunned.

"Don't you dare tell him I said that either." He said, kissing me again. "Promise?"

"Promise." I said, reaching up and kissing him. "But I don't think he'd believe me anyways."

"No." Severus sounded amused. "I suppose he wouldn't. Wonder if he would ever say anything good about me."

"He already has." I said, also amused. "In my third year. Complimented your potion skills and that he was lucky that you were willing to make the wolfsbane potion for you."

He looked a bit stunned and then said, "You know? I think if I try hard enough, I might just be able to get along with him."

I laughed aloud and then grinned and said sincerely. "You know I would absolutely love you two getting along. But I'm not so worried about that. I'm more worried about you and Sirius getting along."

"Yeah. . ." Severus said slowly. "That's not happening."

I laughed again. "No, I suppose not." I kissed him again, happy. "I ought to go down and join the party."

"I'll see you when you get back to school." He said. "And please, please, please Elizabeth? Don't get in a bind like that ever again. I can't lose you."

"Alright." I said, my heart hurting that he was begging. "I won't, I promise." He kissed me again and then left. I sighed, flopping down on my bed.

A second later Dad's voice said, "Well that was interesting."

I was so scared that I fell off my bed. I glanced over to see that Dad had been sitting in the shadows the entire time. There had been a pillow under his head so he must've fallen asleep in the room until Severus had come in. He got up from the chair now as I crashed to floor.

"Sorry." Dad said, coming over and helping me off the floor. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"How much did you hear!" I asked, a flush coming up into my cheeks.

"The entire thing. I woke up when the doorbell went off." But dad sounded more amused than anything else.

"Well at least you'll believe me if I tell you that Severus admires you." I said, still feeling scared. I pressed my hand to my rapidly beating heart and laid down on the bed again. "Bloody hell dad I think I had a heart attack."

"I am sorry." dad said, sounding more sincere.

"It's alright. Who all is here?" I asked. My nerves felt frayed, my heart pounding, head throbbing, adrenaline coursing through my veins.

"Same crew as last night plus Mundungus." Dad said.

"They all know not to mention me being an Animagus to Harry right?"

"They all know." Dad said.

"Then I suppose I'll come down." I said, taking a deep breath. I put on the Heelys and went down the stairs- dad leading.

Everyone greeted me quite brightly and I grabbed a plate and mostly stood in the corner, eating rather than talking to anyone. I noticed Tonks wasn't there.

"Where's Tonks?" I asked Kingsley.

"At work." Kingsley said. "We got a message that Nott, a suspected Death Eater's knee was broken. Tonks is trying to tie it to your attack. How'd you break his knee without your wand, I must ask?"

I pointed to my shoes, picking up a foot to show the wheels. "Tonks gave them to me for Christmas and the wheels probably hurt against the knee. I used all my force."

"Well, I give all the credit to you." Kingsley said, drinking whatever he was drinking. "Your dad's been very er. . . enthusiastic about getting Nott arrested.

"I'm not surprised." I said lightly. "apparently we're a lot alike. I wish someone would get rid of Umbridge. . ."

"I've never liked working with her." Kingsley commented.

"You work with her?" I asked disgusted. "I'm so sorry."

Kingsley burst out laughing and Fred, Dung, and George who were nearby burst out laughing too.

Nearing the end of the party Kingsley said, "I got you something for Christmas."

"Oh?" I asked, feeling guilty. "You shouldn't've. I didn't get you anything."

Kingsley chuckled. "It was a last minute thing." He handed a mirror to me and I looked at it curiously. The mirror showed my reflection for a moment and then it turned black, like it was showing me the inside of a pocket. It wasn't a big mirror, maybe about 7 inches by 8 inches.

"It's a two way mirror." Kingsley said. "I have the other mirror. I want you to use it in case. . . well in case you're not so lucky next time."

Well, at least he wasn't deceiving me like Dad, Sirius, and Severus saying Voldemort would never get his hands on me.

"Thank you." I said softly.

"Also, if you need anyone to talk to or you want updates on your dad, just use it, alright?"

I looked at him in surprise. "Thank you."

He grinned. "I'm not saying I'm giving you Order secrets but I'll be able to let you know how your dad is if your worried about him."

I hugged him as a thank you, kissed his cheek, and then I went upstairs to go to bed.

Over the next few days, I kept spending time with Sirius in Buckbeak's room because he was getting gloomy again. Of course, I wasn't his favorite person at the moment either when he found out that Severus and I were engaged. Him and dad actually got into a shouting match when the Weasleys were at St. Mungo's, waking up Mrs. Black. I had to listen to it and I could only be glad that Kreacher was all the way up in the attic because Voldemort didn't need to know that Severus and I were engaged.

Basically, Sirius was mad that Dad had let me get engaged to a Death Eater. And of course, Sirius had his biases against Severus because of at school. Dad of course said he didn't like Severus that much either but had to admit that Severus was going to protect me. Sirius said Dad was blind because obviously Severus was just going to bring me to Voldemort.

As Kreacher went down the stairs I went into the kitchen and told both of them to shut up before Kreacher overheard them and Sirius went to close Mrs. Black's portrait.

Dad was gone for a couple of days- full moon. The day before we went back to Hogwarts, Severus came by. He asked for privacy in the kitchen but allowed Sirius and me to stay in there. He allowed me because I'd already foreseen it, and he'd grudgingly allowed Sirius because I had a feeling he wasn't wanting to fight with him.

Sirius and Severus sat across from each other, glaring at each other while I sat a little ways down, sitting on Severus' side, my back against the wall. A few minutes later and Harry walked into the kitchen.

"Er." Harry said.

"Sit down Potter."

"You know, I think I'd prefer it if you didn't give orders here, Snape. It's my house, you see." Sirius said loudly.

"I was supposed to see you alone, Potter." Severus said as Harry sat down next to Sirius. "but Black-"

"I'm his godfather." Sirius said, still louder than ever.

"I am here on Dumbledore's orders, but by all means stay, Black, I know you like to feel... involved." Severus said in a very quiet voice. I kicked him lightly with my bare foot.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sirius asked, letting his chair fall bac onto all four legs with a loud bang- he'd been leaning back in it.

"Merely that I am sure you feel- ah-" I kicked him again, a bit harder and he looked at me, cleared his throat and said, "The headmaster has sent me to tell you, Potter, that it is his wish for you to study Occlumency this term."

"Study what?" Harry asked.

Severus sneered. "Occlumency, Potter. The magical defense of the mind against external penetration. An obscure branch of magic, but a highly useful one."

"Why do I have to study Occlu- thing?" Harry asked quickly.

"Because the headmaster thinks it is a good idea. You will receive private lessons once a week, but you will note tell anybody what you are doing, least of all Dolores Umbridge. You understand?" Severus asked smoothly.

"Yes. Who's going to be teaching me?" Harry asked, shooting me a hopeful glance. It wasn't a bad idea either, I'd be a nicer teacher than Severus at least.

"I am." Severus said.

Harry quickly looked from me to Sirius.

"Why can't Dumbledore teach, Harry? Why you?" Sirius asked with more aggression than was necessary.

"I suppose because it is a headmaster's privilege to delegate less enjoyable tasks." Severus said in a silky voice and I giggled, pressing a hand against my mouth to silence myself. "I assure you I did not beg for the job. I will expect you at six o' clock on Monday evening, Potter. My office. If anybody asks, you are taking Remedial Potions. Nobody who has seen you in my classes could deny you need them." He stood up, his black traveling cloak settling around him.

"Wait a moment." Sirius said, sitting up straighter in his chair than he originally had been.

Severus turned, sneering. "I am in rather a hurry, Black. . . unlike you, I do not have unlimited leisure time..."

"Severus. . ." I muttered under my breath quietly.

"I'll get to the point then." Sirius said, standing up. "If I heard you're using these Occlumency lessons to give Harry a hard time, you'll have me to answer to."

"How touching, but surely you have noticed that Potter is very like his father?" Severus asked.

"Yes, I have." Sirius said and his voice was extremely proud.

"Well then, you'll know he's so arrogant that criticism simply bounces off of him." Severus said.

Sirius pushed his chair roughly aside and strode towards Severus, pulling out his wand. Severus whipped his own out.

"Sirius!" Harry said loudly. I had gotten to my feet, drifting closer to Severus.

"I've warned you, Snivellus. I don't care if Dumbledore and Remus and Eilís think you have reformed. I know better-"

"Oh, but why don't you tell him so." Severus said. "Or are you afraid he might not take the advice of a man who has been hiding inside his mother's house for six months very seriously?"

"Tell me, how is Lucius Malfoy these days? I expect he's delighted his lapdog's working at Hogwarts, isn't he?" Sirius snarled. I hissed.

"Speaking of dogs, did you know that Lucius Malfoy recognized you last time you risked a little jaunt outside. Clever idea, Black, getting yourself seen on a safe station platform. . . gave you a cast-iron excuse not to leave your hidey-hole in future, didn't it? At least until Elizabeth saved your ass by leaking a false trail in Thailand."

Sirius raised his wand. "NO!" Harry yelled, vaulting over the table. "Sirius, don't-"

I darted in front of Severus, blocking him with my body.

"Are you calling me a coward?" Sirius roared, trying to push Harry out of the way though he didn't budge.

"Why, yes, I suppose I am." Severus said, trying to move me but I wouldn't move either.

"Harry- get- out- of- it!" Sirius snarled, shoving Harry.

"Elizabeth, move." Severus muttered, one hand on my waist, trying to push me out of the way.

The kitchen door opened and we all looked over. The Weasley were entering, in the middle was Mr. Weasley who said cheerfully, "Cured! Completely Cured!" Then, they all froze, taking in Severus and Sirius who were looking at the door, their wands still pointed at each others face, my arms pinning Severus to the wall, and Harry standing in front of Sirius.

"Merlin's beard, what's going on here?" Mr. Weasley asked.

Severus pocketed his wand and strode out of the kitchen, past the Weasleys. "Six o'clock Monday evening, Potter."

I hurried out of the kitchen after him. "Severus. . ." I whispered as Mr. Weasley talked to Sirius back in the kitchen.

Severus took a deep breath. "Sorry" he said, not sounding sorry at all. I sighed.

"I'll see you tomorrow? Okay?" I reached up on my toes and kissed him. He left and I headed up the stairs.

About half an hour later Harry came to see me, knocking on the door.

"Come in." I said. I was laying on my bed reading a very battered copy of IT. "Oh, hello Harry." I closed the book, tossing it onto the bed. "What's up?"

"Er, in the kitchen. . . you called Snape 'Severus'."

I blushed. "Oh, um yeah."

"So that vision you had, of the two of you. . . did that er. . . come true?" Harry asked. He looked so much like our dad that it was like seeing a living photo of him- except the eyes of course.

"Oh well. . . we're not married but um. . ." I held up my left hand, showing him the ring. "He er- proposed Christmas Eve."

"That's so weird." Harry said, shaking his head.

"Hey, don't tell anyone, okay? The last thing I need is people thinking my grades are good because Severus and I are romantically involved, and I don't want Umbridge to know either and we'd both just rather keep it a secret until I become of age, Okay? Like. . . not even Hermione and Ron okay? Just a secret between the two of us? Brother-sister secret?"

"Sure." Harry said.

I was still worried however after he'd left. What if Voldemort pulled that piece of information out of his head? I mean, Voldemort might not kill Sev but still. . .

I laid down on the bed, worry eating me up from the inside. I was worried about Harry and I was worried about Trang and I also had a strange, intense worry about Sirius that seemed to out worry every other worry.

I fell into a horrible sleep.

In the morning, Dad and Tonks were there to take us to Hogwarts by taking the Knight Bus.

Tonks greeted me with a huge hug and said, "Thank you so much for the Firebolt!"

I had kept my promise from the summer by buying her a firebolt for Christmas. Dad had told me I was not to get him a new broom when I wanted to so I'd gotten him new robes. He was still a bit frustrated with this, he hated me buying him things even though he was buying me things.

"You're welcome." I said. "And thanks for the Heelys, they pretty much saved my life. Professor Snape also said to tell you thanks for him."

"And I must thank you for giving her Heelys." Sirius and Dad said at the same time in the same tone.

"Good-bye Harry, take care." Mrs. Weasley said, giving Harry a hug after she'd hugged everyone else.

"See you Harry, and keep an eye out for snakes for me!" Mr. Weasley said, shaking his hand. I grinned. Harry seemed distracted.

"Right-yeah." Harry said, but he was looking at Sirius. Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley turned to their children. I faced Sirius too. How could I tell him to be careful?

Sirius gave each of us a one-armed hug so that he was hugging both of us at the same time and said, "Look after yourselves you two." I kissed his cheek and hugged him hard and then Tonks- who had suddenly become a tall, much older woman, was moving us down the sidewalk. I looked back at Sirius for what I felt was going to be the last time and then the door was closed.

"Come on, the quicker we get on the bus the better." Tonks said, looking nervously around the square. Dad flung his right arm out.

BANG!

I jumped backwards. The three-decker bus had appeared out of thin air and a young, thin, pimply boy that I recognized from the Quidditch World Cup said, "Welcome to the-"

"Yes, yes, we know, thank you." Tonks said. "On, on, get on-" She pushed each of us up the steps- me first.

"'Ere- it's 'Arry-"

"If you shout his name I will curse you into oblivion." Tonks muttered from behind me.

"I've always wanted to go on this thing." Ron said happily. I had to agree. I'd never been on it before.

There was an assortment of mismatched chairs grouped around the windows. Witches and Wizards were getting up off the floor. Apparently the chairs weren't bolted to the ground because some of them were tipped over as well.

"Looks like we'll have to split up." Tonks said. "Fred, George, Ginny, Elizabeth, take those seats in the back. . . Remus can stay with you. . . Harry, Ron, Hermione, you're with me." They went up the stairs as we headed to the back.

I sat down between Fred and Ginny. Fred looked distinctly unhappy and so did George.

"What's up?" I asked Fred.

"Don't even know why we're bothering to go back." Fred mumbled under his breath. "There's nothing left for us considering it's our last year."

"I wouldn't be going back either if it weren't for Quidditch and D.A." I mumbled back. "I already begged Sirius to let me stay and he nearly said yes. But I have an obligation for Quidditch. But if that's taken away from me to, I may just leave."

"George and I are thinking of leaving." Fred confided. "But we want to go out with a bang so we're going to have to plan it perfectly."

"I'll let you know if I see anything." I said honestly and Fred grinned and then he turned to talk to George.

Each time the Knight Bus stopped, it was such a sudden stop that I realized why witches and wizards had been picking themselves up off the floor when we'd first gotten on the bus. The first time, Fred, George, Ginny, and I all flew out of our seats. Ginny hit her head on the chair in front of her and George nearly broke the window. I thought I'd broken my wrist when I landed but I hadn't.

"I never want to ride this ever again." Fred muttered the sixth time that it happened.

Dad somehow hadn't fallen out of his seat once. I was absolutely hating him for it. Especially as he grinned each time we fell out of our seats.

Eventually the bus stopped outside the gate to Hogwarts. "Oh no." I heard George say.

"What?" Ginny and I asked and we both hurried over to the window.

"Oh no." I muttered.

"What?" Dad asked, on his feet.

"Dad, stay inside." I muttered. "There's no reason for you to come out either."

Tonks came down with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "What's up?" Ron asked.

"She's waiting for us." I hissed.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione's eyes flicked to Dad and then to me. "There's no reason for you guys to help us out." Harry said.

"Nonsense." Dad said in a cold voice, picking up Fred's trunk. "Let's go."

My stomach turned. This was going to be horrible. "Dad really." I said, hurrying after him. Harry had pushed to the front with Tonks. The seven of us followed Dad, making excuses about why he shouldn't come outside with us. Tonks looked slightly nervous too.

But Dad was already exiting off the bus and soon we were all standing there. Dad was shaking hands with everyone, ignoring Professor Umbridge who was standing at the gate, wrapped up in a pink fluffy coat with matching shoes. She was wearing her horrible little smile.

I hated her. I loved her coat though. In maybe a lighter pink colour, almost pastel.

Dad whispered something to Harry and then faced me. Ignoring Professor Umbridge, I hugged him as tightly as possible and then kissed his cheek.

"Hem, hem!" I gritted my teeth, pulling away from dad with one last hug.

"I have a few questions before we all go inside the castle." She said in her sugar sweet voice, her eyes resting on me. "For starters, why you all left early."

"Our dad was in the hospital." Ginny said.

"Dumbledore already told you he gave us permission to visit." I said coldly.

"Yes, but you should've known not to leave considering you still had detentions to do Miss Kane."

"Like I said, Dumbledore gave us permission." I repeated.

"But why'd he give you permission?" She asked.

"None of your business." I snapped.

"Watch your mouth." She said still in her stupid sugar sweet voice, her eyes blazing with triumph.

"It's hard to watch where my eyes can't see." I said. Fred, George, and Ron all burst out laughing.

Her eyes were flaming with anger again. "You just earned yourself two weeks worth of detention Miss Kane and if you don't watch it, your Quidditch Badge is going to go to someone else."

"You should know by now that your stupid detentions don't do anything. And you've tried taking my badge and you can't. You have zero power over me." I said, smiling. I turned back to dad, kissing him again on the cheek. He looked tortured and I whispered, "See? Stop worrying. I bring it all on myself. Love you Dad."

Then I picked up my trunk, tapped it so that it was lightweight and walked past her. The others followed me, leaving her standing there. We looked behind us and saw that Dad, Tonks, and Umbridge were having a kind of standoff and then Umbridge spun on her heel and followed after us.

"KANE!" She shouted after me but I was already far away and pretended not to hear her. I swept up the stairs, into the castle, and away from her. I smiled in satisfaction. I had showed her.

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