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braveclementine · 4 months

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Chapter 15

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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𝕴 𝖒𝖊𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 Rose and Grace in the Charms classroom exactly when I said I was going to. We worked on disarming a bit more. By the end of the lesson, they had both disarmed me and I was quite proud of them.

With our extra ten minutes, we worked on some other second-year spells and then called it quits since it was getting close to their curfew. With my two hours of curfew left, I visited Professor Snape's office.

He was grading tests in a bad temper and his expression didn't soften as I came in.

"What's wrong?" I asked as he threw another test onto the chair next to him.

"You haven't come to see me in three days." He said.

I pursed my lips to keep from smiling. "Sorry." I said, putting my arms across his shoulders and put my head on the top of his head, looking at the tests from behind. "Do you feel better now?"

"No." He said, sounding disgruntled. "I think-" He threw the rest of the tests onto the desk, "-you should come around front and sit on my lap."

I giggled and did just as he asked and pressed my lips to his. "You realize I'm a bit big for this?" I pointed out.

"No." He said stubbornly, kissing me. "You're only- to big- for sitting on- your dad's lap- not mine." He said between kisses.

I giggled again, kissing his cheek. "I suppose you're-" he cut off my words and then I managed to say "-right about that."

"Your hand looks better." He said when I finally stood up. I looked down at it. The scabs had healed so that they looked more like thin red scratches than scabbed over words.

"It doesn't look as extreme now." I said happily. "Oh," I said, less happily. "Professor Umbridge questioned me. But I didn't drink the tea so I never took the truth serum."

"Yes." he said stiffly, standing up. "She asked me for it and I couldn't refuse it."

"Could've given her a fake bottle." I pointed out.

"That's true, I'll do that next time." Severus said, moving a stack of papers off the desk. "Guess you should make my decisions for me."

"Sorry." I muttered, thinking he was mad. "I wasn't trying to-"

"I know." He interrupted, putting both hands on either side of my face, squishing my cheeks together. I stared up at him, pouting. "Stop pouting damnit." I didn't stop and he groaned. "You make my life so difficult Elizabeth."

"Life's difficult." I said simply and he glared at me, dropping his hands.

"So what are you going to do tonight?" He asked casually, turning his back to me. I looked at him. His black hair was swept perfectly so that I couldn't see his face when I answered.

"What do you want?" I asked softly.

He ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know. I mean, I want you, obviously, but it's getting dangerous."

Then, I cocked my head and smiled, "You know what? I think I just got a great idea."

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"𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘." 𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖚𝖘 𝖌𝖗𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉, "Is the stupidest idea you've ever had."

I glared at him, closing Hagrid's cabin door behind him and going over and making sure the windows were sealed and locked and the curtains were placed over them. "Just don't turn on the lights." I said.

"Ouch!" Severus said as I heard him crash into something. "Bloody brilliant advice Elizabeth."

"Umbridge, Harry, Ron, and Hermione will come running." I said, reaching out and taking his hand and pulling him over to where Hagrid's large bed was. "Besides, no one is going to think to find us here."

"Still." Severus said, settling onto the bed next to me.

"Sev, just shut up and kiss me." I said, pressing my lips to his throat and felt his pulse quicken and heard his breathing stop for a second.

"Elizabeth. . ." He moaned. "You're not. . . we're not. . ."

I blushed and pulled away. "No, of course not! We're not married."

He pulled me back down to kiss me. "Just wanted to make sure so I didn't overstep my boundaries."

I laughed softly, curling into his side. "Hey Sev?"

"Yeah?" He asked, running his fingers up and down my arm.

"I love you."

It hung there in the air for a second. The last time I'd said I'd loved him was December of last year, nearly ten months ago. We hadn't even been dating yet. It had kind of slipped out of my mouth.

My heart thudded in my chest, waiting to see if he was going to say anything and I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. Maybe if I fell asleep then in the morning I could just assume that he'd said it back.

But he had changed his demeanor suddenly. His tongue traced my lips and then he kissed me and it was very, very different. A French kiss- something we'd never down before. I could feel his tongue in my mouth, something I actually found rather attractive now that I'd actually done it. I had originally thought it might be repulsive. Now, I hoped we did it every time. My heart beat faster. I also felt very disoriented as he ran his tongue down to my throat and bit me.

"Oh!" I gasped. It wasn't a hard bite- in fact, it was very gentle and my cheeks grew red, knowing what was happening. But I didn't shy away. "Sev!" I gasped in shock.

"I think." He said lightly, running his tongue on my bottom lip. "I forgot to mention that I love you too."

"Something-" I gasped, trying to breathe, "something like that. . ."

He chuckled and rolled back onto his side of the bed, pulling me into him. I laid my head down on his chest.

"You're adorable you know." he murmured sleepily. "I swear I can hear your heart beating."

"Shut up." I muttered, pressing my face into his chest. He had such a unique smell like spices and herbs and the night and the forest all rolled into one. He put an arm around my shoulders, holding me there.

It didn't take long for me to fall asleep.

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𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌, he shook my awake.

"Wazitmazer?" I muttered.

"I don't speak whatever language you just spoke." He said, sounding amused. "But we have to go if you want to make it back up to the castle in time. I thought you were holding Quidditch practice today.

I sat up quickly. "Oh, that's right." I said, stretching. I swung my legs over the bed and slipped my shoes on. "We probably shouldn't go up together if Umbridge is looking." I turned into a cat. Then I sprung from the ground up onto his shoulder.

"Show off." He muttered. I batted him with my paw- claws in. He took me off his shoulder and held me in his arms, petting my head. I purred with content and he chuckled as he strode up the grass. He let me down in front of the Hufflepuff common room and then went down the hallway and nodded to me. I quickly checked the other corridor and then turned back into a human and went up to my dorm to get my Firebolt. (I had replaced my Nimbus with a Firebolt this year so that I was equal to Harry).

By ten o'clock, we were all out on the pitch, clutching our brooms and looking wide awake.

"Alright." I said, looking around at everyone. "Herbert, up in front of the goals, we're going to test you first. Zacharias- you first. We're going to act like the other two Chasers are down at the end of the pitch. Heidi, Malcolm, right now, your acting like the opposing team. Let's see how Zacharias does 1 v 2. Then we'll switch between the Chasers. I turned to our beaters. "James your on Zacharias' side, Maxine, opposite. We won't let out the snitch right now."

"Trying to get out of your job?" Zacharias asked.

"Shut up Zacharias." I snapped. Practice hadn't even started yet and I already regretted choosing him as Chaser. "I can't critique you guys if I'm busy looking for the Snitch. We'll do that later. Alright, everyone up."

Everyone flew up and I tossed the Quaffle up to Zacharias. "Alright! Start! I'm letting out the bludgers in two seconds!"

Zacharias started flying down to where Herbert was at. Heidi and Malcolm flew at him from two different directions- working with past Quidditch tactics. I let out the bludgers and James and Maxine swooped on the bludgers. Maxine hit her bludger towards Zacharias who did a good roll maneuver and then dodged Malcolm. Swerving around Heidi, Zacharias threw the Quaffle. Herbert dived for it and stopped it by an inch.

"Alright!" I shouted. "Heidi, you're up. Zacharias-" I ducked a bludger, "-you're on the team with Malcolm now!"

Herbert tossed the Quaffle to Heidi and she zoomed back to the other side of the pitch where Zacharias had started.

"Start!" I shouted, observing the plays. They each took turns. Herbert saved all but one which was good.

"Alright!" I said. "Good job Herbert! Now then," We flew back to the ground so we could talk. The bludgers would stay in the air. With a wave of my wand, the bludgers were zooming back to the ground and I locked them back in the trunk with the help of James.

"Alright so now, I want to give the Chasers a chance to score. Herbert, James, and I are going to be Chasers as well- on another team. Maxine, I want you to act as Keeper for now, alright? Herbert, James, and I aren't trying to score, only trying to get the Quaffle from Heidi, Malcolm, and Zacharias."

"Hey Elizabeth!" I heard someone shouting across the stadium. I looked over briefly and saw Lee, Fred, and George there. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were following. I gave a brief wave and then turned back to the team.

"Everyone understands what we're doing?" I asked, looking at all of them. They all nodded and then I said, "Alright, Maxine, up in the keepers spot. Heidi, Zacharias, Malcolm, I want you guys to start at the opposite end of the pitch, alright?"

I tossed the Quaffle at Heidi who caught it.

"You're okay playing in front of four Gryffindor Quidditch team members?" Zacharias asked incredulously.

I glared at him. "We shouldn't have to stop training because some people showed up. Would you ask the same question if the Slytherins showed up to watch?"

Zacharias shut his mouth and I beckoned to James and Herbert. Maxine was already flying in front of the hoops. I swooped up with the other two and then we did our flying tactics.

By the afternoon, we felt very pleased with our performance. If only I could change Zacharias' behavior.

"Now." I said in the locker room. "I am going to let you guys know that we aren't going to be able to get much practice in. The first match is Slytherin and Gryffindor and they're going to have the pitch booked nearly every night. Saturday afternoons are going to be our go-to times."

"Do you know who's going to win the match?" Zacharias asked.

I pursed my lips, "Why would I spoil it for you guys?"

"I heard the Gryffindor Keeper is rubbish." Zacharias said.

I pursed my lips together tighter. "Well-"

"Hem, hem!"

We all spun around to see Professor Umbridge there. My lips were so thin now they would've made Professor McGonagall proud.

"Can we help you?" I asked.

"I was just wondering what you thought you were doing Miss Kane, still being Quidditch Captain and all." She asked in her sugar sweet voice.

"I didn't realize it was any of your business." I said stiffly.

Professor Umbridge didn't answer right away and she looked at Heidi, Malcolm, and Herbert. "How did you become Quidditch Captain if there are others here that are older than you?"

I squeezed my fist tightly but answered as calmly as possible. "Cedric appointed me, before he went in to do the third task."

"You, instead of one of the more senior students?"

"We're proud to have her as our Captain." Heidi said suddenly. I blushed.

Professor Umbridge looked at her with that stupid smile on her face, "You're proud to have the daughter of a werewolf as your Quidditch Captain?"

"Yes." Malcolm said unexpectedly in his deep voice. He reminded me of Kingsley except he had a larger head of hair. "And we all like Professor Lupin too. Cedric appointed Elizabeth and she's our Captain now."

Professor Umbridge looked quite taken aback. Herbert, James, Maxine, and Zacharias looked from Professor Umbridge to the three of us. She turned to them. "And you guys?"

They all nodded, even Zacharias who I was sure would've said something. Her eyes flashed dangerously and said, "Detention tonight, Miss Kane."

"For what!" Heidi shouted outrageously.

"I've already warned her about her cheek."

Heidi opened her mouth and I stepped on her foot. "Doesn't matter, don't land yourself in detention too." Heidi closed her mouth. Malcolm and Herbert looked just as angry and when she left the locker room, they all turned to me.

"How does she get away with that?" Malcolm asked outrageously. Maxine shook her head and left the locker room. Herbert soon followed. The rest of us left in here were all in Dumbledore's Army.

"It's cause I told her it was none of business." I said, running a hand through my tangled hair. "Whatever, I'll just have my hand sliced open, but don't you guys land yourselves in detention defending me. It's not worth it. I'll see you guys later."

I shouldered my Firebolt and left the locker room. Fred, George, Lee, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were waiting for me some feet away.

"We saw Professor Umbridge leaving the locker room." Fred said. "What did she want?"

"Oh, that's right." I said. "I never told any of you about why she wouldn't put the Hufflepuff team back together."

I explained the whole thing as we headed back to the castle and by the time I was finished with the locker room story, they all looked very murderous except for maybe Ron.

"That's horrible." Hermione said, her eyes flashing. "I'm so glad Professor Sprout managed to get things pushed through for you."

"I'm not." I said glumly. "The next thing you'll know, she'll get put on probation just like Trelawney and it'll be all my fault."

The next two weeks passed wonderfully. I was still working with Rose and Grace on Wednesday and Friday. We had worked on Impediment jinxes and the Reductor Curse. I'd given Rose and Grace much easier (though hard for them) spells to work on.

The meetings had become very erratic but as Harry pointed out to all of us, this meant a pattern couldn't be found.

Hermione had me help her make contact Galleons, using the Protean Charm on them. It was a tricky charm but by the fourth meeting, we had them done.

Hermione explained what the Galleons did as I handed them out to each member. "You see the numerals around the edge of the coins? On real Galleons that's just a serial number referring to the goblin who cast the coin. On these fake coins, though, the numbers will change to reflect the time and date of the next meeting. The coins will grow hot when the date changes, so if you're carrying them in a pocket you'll be able to feel them. We take one each, and when Harry sets the date of the next meeting he'll change the numbers on his coin, and because Elizabeth and I have put a Protean Charm on them, they'll all change to mimic his."

Silence greeted Hermione's words. She looked around as I came back to stand next to her and said nervously, "Well- I thought it was a good idea. I mean, even if Umbridge asked us to turn out our pockets, there's nothing fishy about carrying a Galleon, is there? But. . . well, if you don't want to use them. . ."

"You two can do Protean Charms?" Terry asked.

"Yes." Hermione said. I just shrugged and grinned.

"But that's. . . that's N.E.W.T. standard, that is." Terry said in a weak voice.

"Oh. Oh. . . well. . . yes, I suppose it is. . ." Hermione said, trying not to sound proud of herself. I laughed.

"How come you guys aren't in Ravenclaw?" Terry demanded. "With brains like yours?"

"Well, the Sorting Hat did seriously consider putting me in Ravenclaw during my Sorting. But it decided on Gryffindor in the end." Hermione said brightly.

"The Sorting Hat was going to put my in Gryffindor, and then Slytherin and then Ravenclaw, and then decided on Hufflepuff." I said with a shrug.

"Does that mean we're using them?" Hermione asked.

"I already handed them out." I pointed out. Everyone laughed.

I'd had about five detentions of the past two weeks. Sometimes, my hand would start bleeding during class and by this time, a majority of the teachers and Madam Pomfrey knew what was written on the back of my hand. It was a wonder Dumbledore hadn't called me to his office.

I kept my head up though. I wasn't going to let Umbridge get to me. I wasn't going to let her stop me. I was in Dumbledore's Army. I was the daughter of a werewolf. I was a friend of a centaur. And she was never going to beat me down.

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sorenphelps · 2 years

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i finished re-watching white collar with my bf, so obviously i had to revisit this au. it just fits so damn well, i can’t even.

link to the old ideas here, here, here and here.

#Marauders #white collar au #jily #wolfstar #James Potter #Lily Evans #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #peter pettigrew #uncle alphard #regulus black #kingsley shacklebolt #marlene mckinnon #severus snape #White Collar #au #fanart #lau draws with a tablet #art by lau

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nicos-oc-hell · 9 months

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Who’s Goddamn White Uncle Is That?

Inspired by a conversation @rosachaotic, @magicapandora and I had back when the hphm MC’s dad was revealed and since I already had established dads for my ocs, i made him one of the many uncles that are in an Italian mafia family. This story is an expanded/continuation of what I had originally posted on here.

Summary of the series: In the forest in 6th year when Rakepick ambushes Barnaby, Dimitri, Rowen and Rowan, Rowan takes the spell that was meant for Rowen and falls into a coma. Follow Dimitri as he tries to get his magic back as it was stripped from him when his uncle, Arthur, came and gave Dumbledore permission to put magic dampeners on him. It’s a wild ride, Arthur & Dumbledore are pieces of shit, Dimitri stoops very low to get his magic back and hurts others in the process.

French is in bold italics, Thoughts are in italics

It was like time was moving in slow motion when a green spell shot out towards Rowen Khanna from the tip of Patricia Rakepick’s wand. Without hesitation Rowen’s twin sister, Rowan Khanna, and his best friend, Dimitri Di Angelo, both went separate ways. Dimitri tackled Rakepick to the ground while Rowan managed to tackle her brother to the ground. The two of them were laying on the ground for a few moments before Dimitri picked his head up with a huge grin on his face as he was listening out for Rowen’s heartbeat.

“Thank god, you are ok my friend.” Dimitri’s smooth accent came out with a slight strain as Rakepick was struggling beneath him. He muttered his own spell and Rakepick was suddenly not moving any more. The smile dropped off of his face with a cock of his head as saw that Rowen did not share the same look as him but rather one of sorrow. “Roe? Are you alright?”

Dimitri quickly noticed that two of the five heartbeats in the clearing were steady as if the people weren’t just in a battle. He knew one was Rakepick as he had magically knocked her unconscious but he couldn’t identify who the second one was. Dimitri quickly scrambled to his feet and rushed over to where the twins were still on the ground. He quickly turned Rowan over so she was no longer face down on Rowen and immediately started looking for the source of the glassy look and slow heartbeat.

A lot happened at once, Dimitri and Barnaby were panicking over Rowan not responding to any stimuli while Rowen was trying to slap Rakepick awake. “Wake up! Wake the hell up! Dimitri, cancel the damn spell!” Smoke was starting to rise out of Rakepick’s clothes from where Rowen was gripping her robes. Barnaby ran over to Rowen and yanked him up off of Rakepick while sending sparks up into the air to alert anyone who was near. Rowen immediately starts struggling against Barnaby trying to get back to trying to set Rakepick on fire.

“Calm down, Rowen!” Barnaby shouted while twisting Rowen’s arms behind his back.

“Calm down?! CALM DOWN?! She did something to my sister and she will pay for it!” Rowen started to breathe very heavily with sparks coming out of his hands from his magic starting to get out of control. Suddenly his heartbeat dropped back to its normal pace, his head dropped down and he became dead weight from the quick spell Dimitri threw his way.

Dimitri turned around with Rowan in his arms and casted Leviosa on Rakepick’s body, he motioned for Barnaby to stand up with Rowen then walked away to the path back to Hogwarts.

Dimitri sat next to Rowan passed out while holding her hand in a tight grip pushing as much of his sun flames as he could. He was passed out for about a good hour before Snape had come and dragged him out of the Hospital Wing so that he could go to class. It was futile as Dimitri passed out in the middle of charms class as he had basically drained his magical core in the short two hours, he was with Rowan in the Hospital Wing.

A short while later, Dimitri woke up to low voices talking above him. He slowly opened his eyes and hissed at the bright light that hit his eyes the second he had opened them. He put his forearm over his eyes and noticed the tube in his arm after it had touched his face. “1, why is there a tube in my arm? 2, when did I get here?” Dimitri asked, taking his arm off of his face and sat up while rubbing his eyes.

Snape turned his head towards Dimitri then flicked his eyes up to above Dimitri’s head. “You’ve been here for about two hours. This is why you don’t overexert your magic, Mr. Di Angelo. It is a very dangerous thing especially for two hours straight.” Dimitri glared over at Snape with a quick sarcastic smile, he took the offered glass of water from Dumbledore and sniffed the drink before he took a sip of it. “The tube is to get fluids into your bloodstream as we can’t force anything down your throat.” Dimitri instinctively tilted his head to the side with an amused smile and Snape glared at him as soon as he noticed it.

Dimitri started looking around the room before his eyes landed on an unfamiliar face, “Who in the hell is that?” He asked, nodding his head towards the tall blonde man behind Snape. Dumbledore stepped in front of the blondie and Dimitri immediately rolled his eyes at the fact that Dumbledore was now in his direct line of sight.

“Dimit-”

“Mr. Di Angelo” Dimitri injected before Dumbledore could get the rest of his name out. “If you’re gonna lecture me, I’d rather you not try and sound like my disappointed nonno while you do it.”

He noticed the tick in Dumbledore’s jaw before he spoke again, “Mr. Di Angelo, what you did was not only dangerous but it could have lasting effects on not only your magical core but also your body. You need to realize that your actions have cons-” Dumbledore was cut off again by Dimitri rolling his eyes and moving his hand in a way a child does whenever they are mocking someone behind their back. Dimitri silently yanked the tube out of his arm and slashed his arm in a way where the person it was directed at would be pushed out of the way by a gust of air. That is when he finally noticed the metal cuffs on his wrist with the lack of a chain between them.

Dimitri opened his mouth but no words came out as he tried to put together while he had cuffs on. He let out a little laugh before he turned his attention back to Dumbledore, “Sir with all the disrespect in the world, don’t try to fucking lecture me on the fact that I’m trying to help my friend, whom as you may notice, “ He mumbled something underneath his breath that faintly sounded like probably not you useless sack of shit, “is in a coma. I don’t particularly care about ‘potentially damaging my magical core’ if it means that I can see my friend make it out of her coma.” He pointed at the man who had side stepped Dumbledore and was staring at Dimitri as if he had seen a ghost.

“You have quite the mouth on you young man.”

Dimitri held his hand out and just stared at Snape with his head fully tilted to the side. “Why has nobody answered my question on who the random white man is! He’s looking at me like it’s the first time he’s seen me in decades.” The man had finally stepped forward to introduce himself and held his hand out towards Dimitri, who just stared at the hand until the man retracted.

“My name is Arthur, I’m your uncle and your father has sent me to look after you while you recover as I’m the only one who can use wizard magic.” The man, Arthur, stated with a tight smile as he waited for the explosive reaction he was guaranteed was going to happen from the look on Dimitri’s face. Yet Dimitri just scoffed and rolled his eyes while muttering something underneath his breath. “Per your father’s request, I am to stay here until you are able to be by yourself.”

“You mentioned my father…which one are you referring to when you say that? Giotto or Sora?”

The man hesitated for a second because he wasn’t aware that the boy considered both of the brothers as his father. “Uh Giotto?”

“That man is not my father and you will not refer to him as such. He is a disgrace to the family. Also,” He turned his head back to Snape and Dumbledick who were standing next to each other watching their interaction, “This is a white man. A WHITE man, now while both my father and uncle look white they are in fact asian with a quarter of white in them, this man could not possibly be my uncle. My dad’s side of the family is Asian and Italian, he sounds like a fucking American. I know Hogwarts has some pretty shitty security but honestly you should’ve spotted this shit from a mile away.” Dimitri threw his hands in the air with an exasperated look on his face. He looked back at Arthur in disgust and muttered something underneath his breath that only Snape could hear as he was standing directly above him.

Arthur's jaw was clenched by the time Dimitri had finished his rant about him being a white American. He walked over to Dimitri, leaned down and started to whisper something in French in his ear. “Just because I am an adult, it does not mean I won’t smack the everloving shit out of you and make you have the face only a mother could love. I may be an American, I may be white but you will treat me with the respect that you show the others in the family. You hear me, Boy?” Dimitri just raised an eyebrow before he turned away from the man with a muttered you smell like onions and garlick. “You are a little shit, you know that right. Giotto should have raised you better than this.”

Dimitri pushed himself up off the bed and shoved past Dumbledore who was trying to stop him from leaving. He ignored the shouts from Dumbledore and Snape while walking up the stairs, if it was a cartoon, he would have steam rising out of his ears from how angry he was.

#hphm mc #hphm #hogwarts mystery #dimitri di angelo #rowen khanna #rowan khanna #khanna twins #barnaby lee #albus dumbledore #severus snape #arthur hawking #the white uncle series remastered

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these-conquered-woodlands · 2 years

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snily incorrect quotes part 2

severus : Did you buy eggs like I asked? lily: Even better! severus : What the fuck did you- lily: (holding up a chicken) Her name is Fluffy.

severus: Severus, you're my best friend, but lately I've been feeling something more- lily: Best friend? BEST friend?! Bitch, I'm your only friend- lily: I'M THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE OF TOLERATING YOUR IDIOTIC ARSE!

severus : Lily, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason. lily, wearing a cloak that's 5 times bigger than her: Spooky.

severus : Have you got any better ideas for what we can do? lily: Sleeping is nice. severus : I acknowledge your suggestion, and I’m deciding to ignore it. I will return to my study to study this very interesting ingredient I found 2 weeks ago. Please make sure no one interrupts unnecessarily, my displeasure will be overt and impolite.

lily walking into the kitchen and seeing all the limes peeled: Severus, I love you but, what the double FUCK. severus , sipping coffee happily, his hair on end: I love you too :))

lily: (pulls back the curtain while severus is taking a bath) lily: Hey did we - stop screaming it’s me - did we run out of Valerian sprigs for the potion? Need them a bit urgently, um, or you might want to put on a bathrobe before we sprint out the house for our lives.

severus : Name a more iconic duo than my debilitating fear of friendlessness and my anxiety. I’ll wait. lily: You and me! severus : (tearing up) Ok-

lily: We’re getting married, bitches! severus : And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.

lily, at severus 's funeral: I need a moment with them. Everyone: (leaves) lily, leaning over severus′s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead. severus, rolling out of his coffin: Yeah, no shit.

#i liked the first one and i thought i might make another #the incorrect quote generator works really well whenever i want to do snily somehow #also thinking of a deranged sev and lily has made me nostalgic for enid blyton books #i keep being reminded of uncle quentin when i come up with mad scientist headcanons for them #severus snape #lily evans #harry potter #snily #hp incorrect quotes

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solusreader · 2 years

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~Blue eyed Severus Snape ~

Just gonna drop off my baby here(≧◡≦) ♡

#severus snape #snover #severus #snape #fanart #drawing #Finally got some time off school #A blue eyed Severus #Severus Prince #Imagine Severus raised by an uncle of his in the Prince Family #The Uncle is an eccentric type of prince #... Kinda the odd one in the family #... Also please don't mind the ear i was too lazy to find some reference

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gayliketheancients · 8 months

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Super happy with 2-Family Home

So much so I wanted to drop a sneak peak at 3-We Who Remain After The Price Was Paid

BREAKING NEWS:

4 year old Harry Potter fights death!

#challenge prompt au #3-We Who Remain When The Price Was Paid #slytherin harry #master of death harry potter #glta #glta writes on ao3 #glta writes fanfic #gayliketheancients #jegulus #wolfstar #drarry #rosekiller #uncle severus #uncle moony #uncle barty #marylily #mwpp #marauders #marauders fanfic

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raspberry-radiation · 2 years

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Found the Harry Potter short I wrote a few years ago on my old account! Yay!

“Harry Potter.” Snape drawled, annoyance clear in his voice “Will you quit your pointless and incessant yapping? No one here has the want to hear your voice at this moment of any other.” For the next few days, Snape would watch over study hall for Madame Pince as she was pranked with an Acid Pop by an unruly student.

It was a shock to most of the classmates when Harry Potter – who was just smiling and whispering to Ron - replied in a suddenly despondent tone “Yes Aunt Petunia.” With a dark look in his eyes. While the students saw their hero fall at this moment, Snape saw something even more terrifying.

Snape saw the young man - who carried barely enough meat on his bones to no longer look malnourished - melt away to show the deep, gaunt hollows and ashen skin that he first had when coming to the school. He saw those green eyes, sunk into black hollows, almost pleading for escape as he was unable to help. And even further behind the boney, skeletal frame that suddenly haunted his gaze, he saw Lily. How would she react if she saw this now?

Would she cry for what happened to her son? Yes. Would she try to get vengeance on her sister for what she had done? No. Never physically worse than a slap to the face.

But although he lived for Lily, he couldn’t uphold the code of honor she held herself to. Snape knew the woman who dared call herself Petunia - a small flower in name, yet shared an appearance to that of a hen. Her frail, thin face, prominent nose, blond hair and long neck made you feel as if you were looking at a bird turned to human.

“What. Did you just say to me, Potter?” Snape asked slowly, teeth grating across each other. Although it was clear he was showing a very real anger, the source of his anger wasn’t Harry Potter- this time. no one else knew this of course, neither a student nor Harry himself.

Harry flinched at the first word and stared at the desk – looking much like he was expecting to be hit at any moment – until he realized where he was, who was speaking and who he was. He immediately started rambling out an apology and tried to explain to Snape it was an accident.

“Stop your blubbering, Potter.” Snape hissed while raising a palm “or need I remove more of your much needed house points to get you to silence yourself?” Harry quickly silenced himself and felt his face flood in shame.

“All of you, return to your common rooms and dorms. If you leave them, I will remove two hundred points per person, no matter the house. You are excused.” Snape droned quickly, a rage in his steps as he stalked off.

The sight of that starved, lanky body in clothes too big for it drifted in front of him again and his scowl grew to a depth not seen in ages. He had to have a ‘conversation’ with a particularly wretched muggle.

#wholesome snape #harry potter #short #oneshot #severus snape #aunt petunia #sad #looking back now #maybe i should have made it uncle vernon #the beginning is pretty rough but i like it enough still #r.r

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realitybitesyouknowit · 9 months

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Chapters: 37/37 Fandom: Harry Potter - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, Narcissa Malfoy/OFC, Pansy Parkinson/Millicent Bulstrode, Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger Characters: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasely, Percy Weasley, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Moaning Myrtle, Peeves the Poltergeist, Draco Malfoy, Seamus Finnigan, Neville Longbottom, Severus Snape, Dean Thomas, Minerva McGonagall, Minister Fudge, Dementors - Character, Susan Bones, Hannah Abott, literally everyone Additional Tags: Flashbacks, Abuse Flashbacks, Dementors, Mentions of past abuse, Minerva is angry as hell with the entire situation, and is probably gonna lose her shit with the dementors, Like, She gon go HAM, Don't Mess with Minnie Series: Part 2 of The much better, Dursley's can fuck off, Slytherins are people too AU Summary:

The next work in the series; Sirius Black has escaped Azkaban and the Golden Clusterfuck is just trying to stay out of trouble- or rather, they're trying to cause only the normal type of teenage mischief, but the wizarding world seems to have it out for them.

#harry potter #fanfiction #ao3 #Pansy is a bamf #Sev fighting for the role of favorite uncle #animagus severus #animagus harry #Harry is a small precious adorable bean #we do not cut off dementor limbs with a dagger!#alternative patronus #narcissa/ofc #none of the kids have established relationships yet #the unholy duo spends 31% time plotting #unholy duo's military training to protect the smol bean #Myrtle lowkey has made Peeves her bitch #cuddle puddles make keep the nightmares away #freeing sirius #Harry over here just ripping the lycanthropy outta Remmy #oliver/marcus

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lilithofpenandbook · 2 months

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One thing I'm never getting over is how James Potter bullied and abused a poor, lonely boy for the mere crime of existing and decided he wasn't worth anything based on who he was

Only for his son to grow up bullied, abused, neglected and lonely just for the mere crime of existing and was decided to be worth nothing based on who he was.

It's a dark sort of irony. It's almost poetic justice, even if it's cruel and unfair because Harry truly did nothing yet he's being punished. But so too did Severus do nothing yet lived his entire life in punishment.

And here's the thing. If James hadn't started it, Sirius wouldn't have either. Severus wouldn't have been bullied that badly. And while he always did have a liking to the dark arts, if he didn't have the trauma of the marauders abuse, he may well have eventually decided on his own that while he liked the dark arts he didn't need to join the death eaters. And here's the thing: James and the marauders essentially did to him what the Slytherins did to muggleborns, just without using the word Mudblood. If the supposed 'good guys' were no better than the 'bad guys' then it almost justifies him wanting to join the death eaters, at least they had a purpose. If James hadn't bullied him, maybe he would have been less able to justify the actions of his classmates because then the bad/good divide would be obvious. And if he hadn't joined the death eaters, he wouldn't have told Voldemort the prophecy. And if he hadn't done that, maybe no one would have, and there wouldn't have been any need to hunt the Potters, because the prophecy was canonically nonsense. It wouldn't have come true at all. None of it was real. But Voldemort heard it and believed it and caused it to happen. If no one told Voldemort about it, he wouldn't have hunted the Potters. James and Lily would have lived. Harry wouldn't have grown up abused by his uncle and aunt for just existing, have grown up being bullied and hated just because he existed.

James Potter ended up creating that fate for his son. Harry literally paid the price for James's sins.

#severus snape #harry potter #pro snape #anti james potter #I'm convinced if snape hadnt been so absolutely bullied he may never have joined the de even if he considered it when he was younger #if he'd been happy and secure in hogwarts he might have developed enough to realise Wait thats a terrible idea #plus the maruaders essentially doing the same thing as the DE would have just scewed the sense of right and wrong

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Chapter 19

Warnings: Mentions alluding to non-con sexual content/rape (no rape happens however)

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𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖚𝖕 sometime to a nearly empty house. I yawned as I walked down the stairs. Kreacher was reproachfully cleaning them- or pretending to- and nearly tripped me. I caught the banister and hurried down the rest of the stairs before he could attempt to kill me again.

"Where is everyone?" I asked Sirius, yawning again when I came into the kitchen. I noticed he'd shaved, bathed, and changed. The dirty dishes were all gone and the kitchen was lit with real light now. It was quite a dramatic difference.

"They went with Tonks and Mad-Eye to St. Mungo's" Sirius said, sliding toast onto a plate and giving it to me. "How are you feeling?"

"Better." I said, sitting down at the kitchen table, gazing thoughtfully at the toast as though it could explain to me what emotion I was feeling. "You didn't look like you'd been doing well when we came over. I thought Dad was staying with you."

"I haven't seen anyone from the Order in weeks besides Dung." Sirius said. "And of course Phineas will come over with messages from Dumbledore."

"But then," I said, looking up in alarm, "Where's dad?"

"Still in the underground." Sirius said, passing me grape jam, prompting me to eat. "I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't see him all break. Convincing werewolves has been harder than he thought it was going to be. Most of them are too bitter with the magical world and of course, some of them are Muggles and it doesn't matter which side wins- nothing can be done for them. They can't take potions because their muggles and of course, there's nothing on the muggle side of the world for them either."

"That sucks." I muttered, finally eating my toast.

"How's your hand?" Sirius asked quickly, looking at the bandage. I looked down too. The bandages were that yucky brown, purple, red colour of dried blood for a long time.

I sighed, unwrapping the bandage and throwing it away. I washed it again and then bandaged it again. "Worse." I muttered. "I had a whole months worth of detentions that I just skipped out on by coming here. She'll be pissed when I get back."

"Umbridge?" Sirius asked.

I nodded. "Course, I don't really care about my hand. It only hurts when I start writing those stupid lines. But she keeps threatening to take away my Quidditch Captain badge- she already nearly has because she doesn't believe Half-breeds or their brats should be in positions of power." I smiled bitterly. "course, both Sprout and McGonagall fought for me so now I have to worry about whether or not their going to get put on probation. She already put Trelawney on probation and it looks like Hagrid might be next."

"Bitch." Sirius muttered. "Can't believe Dumbledore hasn't gotten rid of her yet."

"I don't know..." I said softly. "I don't think he can. You wouldn't happen to have any murtlap essence in the house would you?"

"No." Sirius said with a shake of his head.

I got up and went to the cupboards and grabbed a healing salve, slathering it on the cuts and bandaging my hand again. Then I sat back down, slathered my toast with grape jelly, and ate.

We sat in silence for a bit longer. I could hear Kreacher muttering in the front hallway. ". . .other masters wouldn't be talking about poor-half breeds. . . stupid half-breeds. . . Malfoy's would be hating on them just the same. . . oh if only he'd order me to leave the house. . ."

"I told you." I whispered softly.

"I'll be careful." He promised, a cold look on his face.

"You haven't told dad about me being an. . . Animagus." I whispered even quieter so that Kreacher couldn't repeat the information back to anyone.

Sirius shook his head. "I haven't seen anyone, remember?"

"Oh." I said guiltily, "right."

More silence and then I said, "Can I just stay with you instead of going back to Hogwarts?"

Sirius looked at me in surprise and asked, "Why would you want that?"

I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. "I have this feeling. . . like if I go back to Hogwarts, it'll be the last time I see you. . . I can't stand the feeling. . . I think. . . I think you're going to die Sirius. . . and I can't see it right now. . . I'm so afraid for you and if you do die. . . well. . . I hope you don't. . . but still. . . I want to spend as much time with you as possible."

Sirius put both of his hands on mine. "I'm not going to die, Eilís . We've discussed this before."

"My parents didn't think they were going to die either." I whispered. "Please Sirius! You have got to promise me that no matter what, no matter what people say, you have to stay here, you have you stay safe, please?"

"Eilís, I already promised that I would." Sirius said, squeezing my hands. "I'm not going anywhere. . . unless you want to walk me."

I brief smile flitted across my face. "I wouldn't mind that, no. Do you want to go right now?"

Sirius shook his head. "I don't want to leave this place unsupervised right now. I'm trying to er- keep tabs on Kreacher." he said, lowering his voice.

I nodded, but the bad feeling didn't go away. My trunk had come while I had been sleeping and it was full of my Muggle clothes. I brought it up to my bedroom and unpacked, getting dressed in a sweater and jeans.

Then, I went down to where dad's room was and opened it. There was a layer of dust covering everything- proof he hadn't been here in weeks. I closed the door gently behind me. It smelled like dad in here, a warm, comforting smell. Like musty books, vanilla beans, a faint touch of cologne, and something else I couldn't name. Just that smell that made you recognize your dad from everyone else. That smell that couldn't be put into words. Safety. Love. Protection. Dad.

I looked around. I hadn't been in here even over the summer- or ever before for that matter. His bed was made neatly- everything was always clean and neat with him. The covers were a faded blue. There was a suitcase in the corner that was zipped up and a shabby, old broomstick behind that. There was only one set of robes hanging in the wardrobe- his best pair. The window was covered with black drapes. There were small stacks of books on the dressers, the windowsill, the chair. Most of them were about defensive arts. One, however, caught my eye and I picked it up.

It was a guide to parenting daughters. There were many dog-eared pages and it looked like it had been read through a lot. I grinned. I wondered how long he'd had the book and how many tips he'd used out of the book.

I flipped open to a random page called 'fits of moodiness'. I grinned even wider.

When single fathers try and raise daughters, they notice that they come to a period of time between the age of 13-15 where they become extremely moody, rebellious, and otherwise, out of character from the daughter they'd raised since birth. This is because girls- and the female sex in general- go through a phase of puberty called 'periods'. While we will get more in depth on this particular topic later in the book (page 90) these periods cause girls to become extremely moody and sensitive. They may cry for no reason at all or become angry for no reason at all. It is usually best to let them be during these time periods.

I closed the book, placing it back on top of the stack. Poor dad, resorting to books to make sure he was parenting me properly. I felt horrible for a second and then moved on to the desk in the corner.

There were many pictures on the desk, all of them in small frames. There was a picture of me at the zoo, a picture of me and him for a father-daughter dance at my Muggle school when I was 8, him, James, and Sirius somewhere, a picture of me and Trang at the amusement park, a picture of me as a two year old baby, a picture of me at an award ceremony for fifth grade, smiling with a gap between my two front teeth, holding a paper award. All of them were moving, smiling, waving.

My heart ached-looking at them and I tried to imagine what it would be like, coming across these photos if he was dead.

I fell to my knees, covering my face with my hands, and burst into tears. Oh God, why was I thinking like that? He wasn't dead, I would know if he was dead. . . wouldn't I? Surely I would see it! It just felt like he was dead. . . that was all. It just felt like it because his room was empty and covered in dust and dark and he had pictures of mostly me on his desk and I missed him. But he wasn't dead- just gone. . . just not here right now. . .

I sobbed again, covering my face with my hands. Usually, when I cried, I used to think there was something wrong with me. Now, I knew that I was just crying because I felt that dad was going to die. The same way that I felt Sirius was going to die, and Uncle Moody, and Tonks, and Fred, and Dumbledore, and Severus. They were all going to die, I could feel it. I just didn't know when. I didn't see when. I didn't know how to prevent it.

Or maybe, just maybe, my imagination was running wild. Maybe just the fact that Voldemort was back made me think that they were all going to die, leaving me here alone on this Earth. That must be what it was. It was knowing that a dangerous bad guy was out there and my family could possibly die. But they weren't actually going to.

I wiped away my tears with the sleeve of my sweater and got up from where I was kneeling. "Miss you dad." I whispered to the room and then I left, shutting the door behind me.

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𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖞𝖘 and Harry got home from the hospital, I greeted them normally. Harry didn't say anything, he just went up the stairs, and I looked at Ginny and the others curiously. Ron looked apprehensive, but Ginny pulled me into another room, and the others followed her.

"What's wrong with Harry?" I asked automatically.

"You mean, you didn't see it?" Fred asked, trying to make a joke, but he sounded a bit stressed.

"Ha Ha. If you keep asking me that question," I said cheerfully, "I'm going to break your nose for you. "

"We overheard Tonks, mum, dad, and Mad-Eye talking in the hospital wing." Ginny said.

"You mean Extendable Ears?" I asked, amused.

"Yeah." Ginny said. "Anyways, We heard Tonks say that they searched the area for the snake, but couldn't find it. And then mum said that You-Know-Who couldn't have expected to the snake to get in. Mad-Eye reckons the snake was sent as a lookout and that dad was just in the way. Then mum mentioned that Harry had seen it and that she thought it seemed like Dumbledore had almost predicted Harry would foresee something like it and then Mad-Eye said that You-Know-Who must be possessing Harry and that's when he pulled his Extendable Ear out."

I had dropped my smile and joking manner now and looked serious.

"Is You-Know-Who possessing Harry?" George asked in concern.

I hesitated, wanting to say that I didn't think so but didn't say that. After all, hadn't I felt that it wouldn't be okay to tell Harry that I was an Animagus? That I had thought- or had a feeling- that Harry and Voldemort were somehow connected?

"Of course not." Ginny said first. "At least, I'm pretty sure he's not. I would know."

"I don't about possession" I said slowly. "I think it's more like reading his mind. . . in a way. . . but to be completely honest. . . I don't know."

"Do you think he's going to avoid us?" Ginny asked, looking up the stairs.

I nodded, "Yes, I see that much. At least until Hermione comes and drags him out. I'll go up and talk to him, alright? Maybe he'll listen to me. Or maybe I'll let the visions play out and let you berate him."

I headed up the stairs and knocked softly on the room Harry was supposed to be in. "Can I come in?" I asked. There was no answer. I sighed, going up the stairs to the piano room.

I started playing Christmas tunes on the piano again. It was a bit choppy with my bandaged hand but I kept practicing over and over so that I was able to play even with the limited movement with my bandaged hand.

Sirius entered the room at that moment and said, "I should move the piano downstairs so that you can play during Christmas."

I grinned at him. "No one knows I play, you know? Not even dad."

"Actually, he, Kingsley, and I watched you play the piano the day that you got your Hogwarts letter and found out about becoming Quidditch Captain. Harry was sitting next to you that day." Sirius said, leaning against the door. Unlike Severus, his black hair was curly and didn't hang in his face.

My mouth went dry, "Dad was watching?"

"He said he had no idea you were that good. He was thinking about getting you a piano for Christmas but I told him not to, you can have this one." Sirius said.

"Thanks!" I said, excited. "But I'll keep it here so I have an excuse to visit."

Sirius grinned. "Have you seen Harry?"

"He's sleeping." I said.

"He looked upset when he came in." Sirius said, frowning.

I didn't want to throw Fred and George's Extendable Ears under the bus so I said, "I think he feels guilty. . . I mean he thinks he was the snake. . . so he must think he was the one who attacked Mr. Weasley even though he wasn't. . . but he'll come around. I'm going to talk to him soon."

Later that night, I waited by the front door and predictably, Harry came down to the front door, dragging his trunk behind him. But before he even reached me, Phineas spoke from his portrait, "Running away, are we?"

Harry looked around and then looked at him and said shortly, "Not running away, no."

"I thought, that to belong in Gryffindor House you were supposed to be brave. It looks to me as though you would have been better off in my own house. We Slytherins are brave, yes, but not stupid. For instance, given the choice, we will always choose to save our own necks." Phineas said.

"It's not my own neck I'm saving." Harry said, turning back around and coming face to face with me. I had my arms crossed and I raised and eyebrow as he jumped back. "Elizabeth!"

"Oh, I see. This is no cowardly flight- you are being noble." Phineas said, mockingly. Harry didn't answer, staring at me, blocking the door.

"Move Elizabeth." Harry said.

I have a message for you from Albus Dumbledore." Phineas said, ignoring both Harry talking to me and- me.

Harry spun around. "What is it?"

"Stay where you are."

"I haven't moved! So what's the message?" Harry asked.

"I have just given it to you, dolt. Dumbledore says, 'Stay where you are'".

"Why? Why does he want me to stay? What else did he say?" Harry asked eagerly, dropping his trunk end.

"Nothing whatsoever."

"So that's it, is it?" Harry asked loudly- angrily. "Stay there? That's all anyone could tell me after I got attacked by those dementors too! Just say put while the grown-ups sort it out, Harry! We won't bother telling you anything, though, because your tiny little brain might not be able to cope with it!"

I privately agreed with him but I put a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Harry. . ."

"You know." Phineas said, even louder than Harry. "this is precisely why I loathed being a teacher! Young people are so infernally convinced that they are absolutely right about everything. Has it not occurred to you, my poor puff-up popinjay, that there might be an excellent reason why the headmaster of Hogwarts is not confiding every tiny detail of his plans to you? Have you never paused, while feeling hard-done by, to note that following Dumbledore's orders has never yet led you into harm? No. No, like all young people, you are quite sure that you alone feel and think, you alone recognize danger, you alone are the only one clever enough to realize what the Dark Lord may be planning. . ."

"He is planning something to do with me, then?" Harry asked swiftly. He looked back at me.

"Did I say that? Now, if you will excuse me, I have better things to do than to listen to adolescent agonizing. . . Good day to you. . ." Phineas said, walking out of his portrait.

"Fine, go then! And tell Dumbledore thanks for nothing!" Harry bellowed at the portrait.

"Harry. . ." I whispered. "Go back to bed, alright? Let's talk in the morning, okay?"

Harry stormed back up to his bedroom and I sighed, going back up to my bedroom too. Well, that was taken care of.

I lay in my empty room, wishing that Severus was here to lay next to me. I was to angsty, I needed to get out.

I went back down the stairs, unlocking the door. I stepped out into the crisp air before locking the door behind me again. I hurried into a side alley before turning into a black cat. I jumped up on a windowsill and turned back down into an alley.

I alternated between sprinting and walking as a cat while I explored the city. I pounced on a small mouse but let it go, not really wanting to eat it. But it had been a fun chase, darting around and trying to grab it.

I was much quicker about getting to where I wanted to go, despite my rather short kitty legs, because of my speed. Cats are rather fast, faster than humans- and dogs- and so traveling was a breeze.

I followed a scent trail to a bakery even though it was closed. The lingering smell of bread was maybe six hours old, around the same time that the bakery had closed. A café across from it was open though, a 24-hour one. There was a sharp smell of bitter coffee and I headed away from it. I was surprised by my heightened sense of smell, hearing, and taste. I hadn't expected to develop the senses of the animal I turned into when becoming an Animagus.

Of course, now that I thought about it, my hearing had seemed a bit sharper ever since becoming an Animagus- even as a human. Strange. I should research it. I wondered if Sirius had any extra senses from being a dog- like knowing when a bad storm was coming.

I traveled halfway across the city in about an hour before I froze, hearing something. Human feet. I jumped into the shadows and looked up. My tiny cat heart started to pound. What the hell was he doing here? Surely he wouldn't slime his shoes stepping in this Muggle place?

I watched Lucius Malfoy walk down the street. Surely. . . but no, I was very far away from Grimmauld place- nearly fifty minutes, 5 miles away. Looking around, I realized I'd never been to this part of the city before. In my cat adventures, I'd wandered away from the familiar. I hesitated, wondering if I should follow, or if I should leave.

I turned back into a human, drawing my wand and crept behind him. I watched him turn a corner and I crept up. I knew it was an alleyway. I could hear him talking briefly to someone else. Then, I felt a wand press into my neck and I froze.

"Turn around." A voice hissed.

I turned carefully, looking to see who it was. I didn't recognize him, but his left arm had the Dark Mark on his arm and his eyes lit up. He started to laugh and then Lucius and the other Death Eater- Macnair, appeared from around the corner.

Lucius Malfoy's eyes lit up as well, and his mouth turned into a smile, "Well, well. . . If it isn't Elizabeth Kane. . . and what are you doing here?"

The other lowered his wand, stuffing it into his pocket. I was frozen, trying to figure out how to get out of this. Why hadn't I stayed as a cat? I was so stupid.

"Let me have her." The one who had put his wand to my throat. "Before we take her to the Dark Lord. . ."

"Go ahead." Macnair said with a grin, interrupting whatever Malfoy had gone to say. Malfoy frowned at Macnair in what almost seemed like disapproval. "Be quick about it though."

The first Death Eater dragged me into the alleyway and I whimpered in fear. My wand was up my sleeve, but I didn't know how I was going to get out of this. Why had I left the house? Which way was Grimmauld place? Oh Merlin, I was never going to see dad again!

I jerked against his tight hold, panicking, and he chuckled. I thought about Muggle girls who got raped and killed and I let out a scream of fear. He slapped me across the face and I shut my mouth. I was trembling all over. Oh, why had I followed him? And why had I followed him as a human?

Then the Death Eaters lips were on mine and I squirmed underneath him. This was much different than Severus. This was horrible. I would rather being tortured by Voldemort. I kneed him in the groin and he groaned, letting go to clutch his private parts. I was up in a flash and racing down the alleyway and past the other two, flying as fast as possible.

I heard Lucius Malfoy yell and I ducked, continuing to run as a spell flew over my head. I jumped a fence and turned into a cat, streaking under a bush, hiding. I squeezed through the bush and through a hole in a fence and was running and running until I had lost them and had thoroughly lost myself.

I continued to run however, until I finally had to stop. I was in a backyard of a Muggle house. I debated about knocking on their door and asking which was was Kings Crossing but thought I should wait until morning. I crept up into a tree and curled up in a branch and fell asleep.

When I woke up, there were Muggle kids around the bottom of the tree, pointing up at me. The mother shooed them inside, shivering in her thin nightdress and they went in reluctantly. Once their faces disappeared from the window, I crept down from the tree and leaped onto the fence and then down.

I circled around to the front of the house, looking left and right, became human and went and knocked on the woman's front door, looking around nervously.

"Hello?" She asked, answering the door.

"Hi." I said, shivering. "I'm lost. Can you point me in the direction of Kings Crossing please?"

"Oh you poor dear, you are quite a ways away from Kings Crossing. Here, come on in." She opened the door a little longer and I hesitantly stepped in, looking around nervously. Her son came running over and shouted, "The cat is gone!"

She smiled down at him and then at me and said, "I'll be right back."

I nodded, standing awkwardly where I was. She went upstairs and came back down a few minutes later, dressed warmly with a sweater, coat, and scarf. Her husband came down the stairs in a red dressing gown, bleary eyes, and an unshaved face. She stuck a coffee mug in his hands, told him to watch the kids, and then came back to me "I'm going to drive you." she said, smiling, grabbing a set of keys off a small table.

"Thank you so much." I said gratefully. Sometimes I forgot there were simple, good people in the world.

I followed her out to the garage and got in the passenger seat. She drove me to Kings Crossing and I thanked her again. She waved and left me there. I wished I could've done more than thank her. But I'd never be able to find the house again. I didn't even know her name.

I hid and became a cat and then made my way to Grimmauld place. I didn't see anyone and I entered Grimmauld place, becoming a human and then stumbled up to my bedroom and collapsed on my bed.

I broke into nervous sobs, burying my head in the pillow. I fell into an uneasy sleep.

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𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖚𝖕 sometime in the afternoon to Mrs. Weasley saying that lunch was ready. I simply rolled over and fell back asleep. I was so shaken by last night that I didn't even want to leave my room. Around five thirty, I woke back up and stayed awake. Around six, I heard the doorbell and Mrs. Black started screaming.

I headed into Harry's bedroom on the second floor. Ginny and Ron were filling in Hermione about what had happened at St. Mungo's.

"Oh, you're awake." Ginny said. "About time."

"Sorry." I muttered, curling up into a ball on the bed. I had a pounding headache and I felt like I might throw up. Sleeping out all night had not been good for my health.

Hermione went upstairs and after a few minutes, she managed to bring Harry down into the room. "I came on the Knight Bus." She said, informing all of us. "Dumbledore told me what had happened first thing this morning, but I had to wait for term to end officially before setting off. Umbridge is already livid that you lot disappeared right under her nose, especially Elizabeth, even though Dumbledore told her Mr. Weasley was in St. Mungo's, and he'd given you all permission to visit so. . . She also told me to tell you, if I saw you of course, that your detentions have been extended for leaving early." Hermione said, sitting down next to Ginny.

I didn't say anything. I wondered if maybe I should've let them take me last night instead of doing more detentions.

"How're you feeling?" Hermione asked, looking at Harry.

"Fine." Harry said stiffly.

"Oh, don't lie, Harry. Ron and Ginny say you've been hiding from everyone since you got back from St. Mungo's." Hermione said impatiently.

"They do, do they?" Harry asked, glaring at them.

"Well, you have! And you won't look at any of us!" Ginny exclaimed.

"It's you lot who won't look at me!" Harry said angrily.

The headache started to pound, seemingly behind my right eye, and I closed my eyes. I felt very cold.

"Maybe you're taking it in turns to look and keep missing each other." Hermione suggested, sounding amused.

"Very funny." Harry snapped.

"Oh, stop feeling all misunderstood. Look, the others have told me what you overheard last night on the Extendable Ears-"

"Yeah? All been talking about me, have you? Well, I'm getting used to it. . ."

"We wanted to talk to you, Harry, but as you've been hiding ever since we got back-" Ginny said.

"I didn't want anyone to talk to me." Harry said, shooting me an angry look. I felt a bit dizzy. And now I felt warm, perhaps a bit too warm.

"Well, that was a bit stupid of you, seeing as you don't know anyone but me who's been possessed by You-Know-Who, and I can tell you how it feels." Ginny said angrily.

My vision was swimming. Eyesight vision, I mean, not visions vision. Was I thinking coherently?

"I forgot." Harry said after a stunned second.

My stomach turned.

"Lucky you." Ginny said coolly.

"I'm sorry." Harry said, sounding like he meant it. "So. . . so do you think I'm being possessed, then?"

"Well, can you remember everything you've been doing? Are there big blank periods where you don't know what you've been up to?" Ginny asked.

"No." Harry said.

"Then You-Know-Who hasn't ever possessed you. When he did it to me, I couldn't remember what I'd been doing for hours at a time. I'd find myself somewhere and not know how I got there." Ginny said simply.

"Elizabeth?" Hermione asked hesitantly, "Are you okay?"

In response, I fell out off the bed and vomited on the ground twice. Footsteps exited the room and two pairs of footsteps entered the room quickly.

"Elizabeth?" Sirius asked carefully, bending down next to me. "Are you alright?"

I shook my head and moaned. "I feel terrible."

"Were you looking into the future?" He asked seriously.

"No, it just came on all of a sudden. Like the flu I think."

I felt Sirius pick me up and carry me until he put me down in my bed. "You feel hot." He murmured. But that couldn't be right- I was shivering violently. "Fred, can you grab me an extra blanket?"

There was some movement and then Sirius put another blanket over me. "I'll be right back, okay? I'm going to make you some tea."

He hurried out of the room. I had my eyes closed, trying to fall asleep. I must be sick from staying out in the cold all night. I couldn't rebuke myself enough for trailing Lucius Malfoy. At the thought of it, I leaned over the bed and threw up again. I heard it hit metal, not wood, and cracked an eye open. There was a pail below me. That was good to know.

I flopped back on the bed. The night was painful, altering between to cold and to hot. I tossed and turned all night. Sirius kept coming in and out and once or twice Mrs. Weasley came in to check on me.

In the morning, a horrible surprise was waiting for me. An extremely irate Severus Snape. I groaned, vomiting again. "What are you doing here?" I asked hoarsely.

He sat down next to me, putting his hand on my forehead. His teeth were gritted and he was trembling in anger. "Just a cold, Sirius. She'll be fine soon."

Sirius left the room a few minutes later and Severus immediately attacked me. "Are you stupid? Why the hell did you end up around Lucius Malfoy by yourself?"

"I don't remember." I mumbled, sleepily. "I was just outside and then I found that I was far away from Grimmauld place and then Lucius was there and then there were two other Death Eaters. The only reason that I got away was because one of them. . . er- wanted me, he was kissing me and touching me and I kneed him in the groin and managed to escape. . . it was close though. . ." I eyed him curiously, "How'd you find out?"

"Lucius reported you were in the area. Of course, they're going to be scoping out where they had come across you mostly."

I sighed. "I'm so sorry." I broke down into tears away and then turned away from him, embarrassed.

"Elizabeth. . ." he said in a much more gentle voice. "Don't. . . I'm sorry. . . sweetheart. I just got scared."

I sat up carefully and place my forehead on his shoulder. "My fault. . . its my fault. . . I should just be thankful Voldemort isn't torturing visions out of me right now."

Severus hugged me, apparently not caring if Sirius came in again. "And Sirius said I might not even see Dad this break and I miss him so MUCH!" I sobbed. "And I miss you and Sirius and the other day, I had the most horrible thought that everyone I loved was going to die and I just needed to get out and then I ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time and I don't even know why he was there!"

"Shh. . . Elizabeth. . ." Severus murmured, kissing my cheek. "It's okay. We're all still here. . . okay? We're all still here. . ."

I kissed him on the lips briefly. "So why did you come?" I asked, wiping away tears. My head was starting to pound again because of the crying.

"Because I was worried about you of course." He said softly. "when I heard- well I had to check on you."

"Thank you." I whispered.

"I should go back." Severus said, kissing me gently again.

"You're going to get sick." I moaned, but didn't let go of his hand.

"Well then, I'll try to pass it on to Umbridge, alright?" He asked, standing up and winking.

I grinned. "Alright."

He ran a hair over my hair and said, "I love you Elizabeth."

"Love you too Sev."

He left the room, giving me one last kiss. Strangely, I felt much better as though he'd taken the sickness with him- or had made it dissipate into the air.

He had taken away my worries with him too. I no longer cared about Lucius Malfoy or the other two Death Eaters or Voldemort. I no longer worried about whether dad was going to die- surely he wasn't. Dad was indestructible. He was the one who'd saved me when the Muggle had robbed our house. He had saved me every time and the only reason he wasn't there last night was because he was doing important work for the Order.

And besides, how could I worry about anything when Severus loved me?

My mouth was dry and I looked around. There was a glass of water on my bedside table and I drank half of it and fell into more sleep.

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