#wizard and the hopping pot

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Dumbledore is a little full of himself

Like, I read Tales of Beedle the Bard, and I was struck by how Dumbledore comments on his own cleverness and knowledge in his notes incredibly often:

This prejudice eventually died out in the face of overwhelming evidence that some of the world’s most brilliant wizards(3) were, to use the common phrase, “Muggle-lovers”. [...] 3 Such as myself.

(Albus Dumbledore on “The Wizard and the Hopping Pot”)

I think I may say, without vanity, that both my Fountain and my Hill performed the parts allotted to them with simple goodwill. Alas, that the same could not be said of the rest of the cast.

(Albus Dumbledore on “The Fountain of Fair Fortune”)

Even I, Albus Dumbledore, would find it easiest to refuse the Invisibility Cloak; which only goes to show that, clever as I am, I remain just as big a fool as anyone else.

(Albus Dumbledore on “The Tale of the Three Brothers”)

The guy can hardly talk about anything without talking about how smart and wise and brilliant he is. Like, no humility whatsoever.

In the books, everyone keeps singing his praises like Dumbledore can do no wrong and the only one who keeps saying Dumbledore can be wrong is Harry. And even then, in Harry's limbo vision of King's Cross, which I don't think is really Dumbledore, it's telling Harry envisions him saying something like this:

“And you knew this? You knew — all along?” “I guessed. But my guesses have usually been good,” said Dumbledore happily

(DH, Ch35)

Dumbledore doesn't speak to Harry all that often throughout the series, with book 6 being the one he interacts with him the most. And we see that even in conversations with people, Dumbledore loves to hear how wise and great he is. When he says "I might be mistaken" it's with the tone of "I'm right and everyone else is wrong". Which is usually the case often enough, yes (though not always), but he does it a lot, and I found it interesting how often he uses this phrasing and how smug he seems about it:

And then Dumbledore called out from the back row where he stood with the other teachers — “Aha! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!” (GOF)

“I may be wrong,” said Dumbledore pleasantly, “but I am sure that under the Wizengamot Charter of Rights, the accused has the right to present witnesses for his or her case? Isn’t that the policy of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Madam Bones?” he continued, addressing the witch in the monocle. (OotP)

“Payment?” said Harry. “You’ve got to give the door something?” “Yes,” said Dumbledore. “Blood, if I am not much mistaken.” (HBP)

Dumbledore uses this phrasing when he knows what he is saying is correct. He is saying it not because he thinks he might actually be wrong. When he actually thinks he is wrong, he makes excuses and tries to reason why the decision he made was actually reasonable at the time:

“Harry, I owe you an explanation,” said Dumbledore. “An explanation of an old man’s mistakes. For I see now that what I have done, and not done, with regard to you, bears all the hallmarks of the failings of age. Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young ... and I seem to have forgotten lately...”

(OotP)

He is incapable of saying: "I was wrong, it happens, let's move on," it has to come with reasoning or an excuse. He blames it on his age, not that he made a wrong judgment call. This isn't humbleness.

Dumbledore is a character who wants to be humble but just isn't. he considers modesty a virtue. Hell, humility is practically his favorite trait Harry possess:

Harry, who could not see any way out of this without flatly lying, nodded but still said nothing. Slughorn beamed at him. “So modest, so modest, no wonder Dumbledore is so fond — you were there, then?

(HBP) - Slughorn mentions how Dumbledore appreciates modesty.

The third brother in the story (“the humblest and also the wisest”) is the only one who understands that, having narrowly escaped Death once, the best he can hope for is to postpone their next meeting for as long as possible.

(Albus Dumbledore on “The Tale of the Three Brothers”)

He appreciates being humble and modest and sees it as being wise. He derides Tom for thinking of himself as "special" or "clever" even when it's true (and when he does the same). He loves Harry's modesty, which is really low self-esteem, not modesty. Harry's low self-worth is like the ultimate humbleness in Dumbledore's eyes because he doesn't see it for what it is and he was never humble in his life, so he doesn't really know where the balance between confidence and arrogance is or the line between modesty and low self-worth. I think he honestly doesn't know because he is exceptionally arrogant.

Dumbledore created this image of ineffability around him and it's clear Harry is one of the only people (besides Dumbledore and Aberforth) who knows Dumbledore can make a mistake and he keeps reminding Hermione, Lupin, and literally everyone else of that fact:

“People have said it, many times. It comes down to whether or not you trust Dumbledore’s judgment. I do; therefore, I trust Severus.” “But Dumbledore can make mistakes,” argued Harry. “He says it himself. And you” — he looked Lupin straight in the eye — “do you honestly like Snape?”

(HBP)

This is all another case of Dumbledore being incapable of practicing what he preaches. He values modesty, but he doesn't seem to be capable of it.

Now, I'm not saying he isn't clever or special, he is. But he is the type of really smart person who looks down on anyone they don't see as intelligent as them. He doesn't see most people as equal to him.

Dumbledore doesn't see most of the Order or Aberforth as his equals. He never did. Elphias Doge kisses his ass, but Dumbledore clearly doesn't share the same level of respect for him. Or for most people, really.

“Elphias Doge mentioned her to us,” said Harry, trying to spare Hermione. “That old berk,” muttered Aberforth, taking another swig of mead. “Thought the sun shone out of my brother’s every office, he did. Well, so did plenty of people, you three included, by the looks of it.” Harry kept quiet. He did not want to express the doubts and uncertainties about Dumbledore that had riddled him for months now. [...] “Grindelwald. And at last, my brother had an equal to talk to someone just as bright and talented as he was. And looking after Ariana took a backseat then, while they were hatching all their plans for a new Wizarding order and looking for Hallows, and whatever else it was they were so interested in.

(DH)

Dumbledore doesn't trust the majority of the Order with anything because he doesn't think they'd be capable of handling it because they're not him. He literally tells them nothing until he has to, keeping them busy guarding a prophecy he knows can't be stolen by a run-of-the-mill Death Eater. He only tells Harry about the Horcruxes because he has no choice but to tell him. Same with Snape — Dumbledore trusts him out of necessity.

Snape and Grindelwald are the only people we see Dumbledore show respect towards their abilities, wisdom, and magic in some capacity.

Like, he calls Sirius clever, but he talks about him as foolish in the same breath. He calls McGonagall wise, but he clearly doesn't think she's wise enough to be told anything or trusted with anything. And while he does speak highly of Harry's courage and humility and though Harry is insanely powerful and with the right training could beat Dumbledore, Dumbledore keeps putting him down when it comes to magical abilities/intelligence compared to himself:

“I’m not upset.” “Harry, you were never a good Occlumens — ”

(HBP) - even though Harry can and does get really good at it once he does it his way.

“I do not think you will count, Harry: You are underage and unqualified. Voldemort would never have expected a sixteen-year-old to reach this place: I think it unlikely that your powers will register compared to mine.”

(HBP)

I find this tendency of Dumbledore to be really interesting. He underestimates people constantly and thinks too highly of himself. and he is very honest about it to people's faces. He keeps talking about how Voldemort’s defenses on his Horcruxes are shit, and how Voldemort is foolish when the curse Voldemort left on the ring is literally killing him at that very moment:

“I do not think you will count, Harry: You are underage and unqualified. Voldemort would never have expected a sixteen-year-old to reach this place: I think it unlikely that your powers will register compared to mine.” These words did nothing to raise Harry’s morale; perhaps Dumbledore knew it, for he added, “Voldemort’s mistake, Harry, Voldemort’s mistake ... Age is foolish and forgetful when it underestimates youth. ... Now, you first this time, and be careful not to touch the water.”

(HBP)

Dumbledore thinking himself so clever, more clever than Voldemort, is what killed him. His arrogant insistence that he's the smartest man in the room killed him. He is undermining Voldemort for mistakes similar to the ones he makes regularly when interacting with Harry. And he's aware of that. He knows he's a hypocrite:

When I discovered it, after all those years, buried in the abandoned home of the Gaunts—the Hallow I had craved most of all, though in my youth I had wanted it for very different reasons—I lost my head, Harry. I quite forgot that it was now a Horcrux, that the ring was sure to carry a curse. I picked it up, and I put it on, and for a second I imagined that I was about to see Ariana, and my mother, and my father, and to tell them how very, very sorry I was . . . “I was such a fool, Harry. After all those years I had learned nothing. I was unworthy to unite the Deadly Hallows. I had proved it time and again, and here was the final proof.”

(DH) - Dumbledore's portrait

I think Dumbledore's self-awareness is why he wants to like Harry as much as he does. While I don't think Dumbledore knows Harry as well as he thinks he does, what Dumbledore does see is enough for him to imagine Harry in his head as this perfect, virtuous martyr that he wished all his life to portray himself as. He idealizes who he imagines Harry is without fully respecting Harry as his own person with his own abilities.

I just find it interesting that for a character who speaks so highly of humility, he doesn't seem to possess it, and that it ends up being the death of him.

[scintillasofbeomgyu]

⟢ to swallow a star | c.bg

pairing: wizard!beomgyu x apprentice!f!reader. genres: fluff, romcom, fantasy. wc: 1,7k. warnings: this is so silly and unedited 💀. an: i was trying to make a point with the last paragraph but my brain isn’t working, but i am a howl girlie so just pretend u get it 🤣 found the last photo on pinterest with no credits, so credit to the original artist 🫶🏻

it is late afternoon down by lilac lane. the spring sunlight douses the cottage in gold, lighting up the grassy hills and fields, glittering off a nearby rushing creek. it allows warmth to seep in through the windows.

normally, on a cozy sunday such as this, you would be curled up on the soft upholstery armchair in the sitting room, with tabby purring in your lap and a volume of the Wizard Howl’s Why One should Not Swallow Stars series between your fingers. But today you were not, and it vexes you greatly to think of it. rather, you are standing on the tips of your toes, leaning over the sink, to squint through the kitchen window.

a great deal of time had passed since you saw the Wizard Beomgyu, under whom you were serving an apprenticeship. he had disappeared into the fields behind the cottage earlier that very afternoon, promising to teach you a new charm once he had returned. and this promise had pleased you.

for the first few weeks in his care, you and beomgyu had gotten along remarkably well. he would teach you spells and enchantments, you would prepare meals and you would share chores and tending to the cottage equally. in your free time you would tag along on his jobs in town, or you would read and he would paint.

but in the next few weeks that took you up to the current third month at the cottage, his behavior had changed drastically. the good-natured, occasional prankster of a man had reverted to a sulking, misbehaving teenager who had not taught you a thing in days.

so the thought of his unhappiness being cured and him now having the time to teach you, enlivened the witch in the exasperated nurse you had become. but that excitement had long since met its end. and as the clock struck five o’clock, your blood boiled.

a flash of green sweeps through the open window and you drop onto your heels. tabby lifts her head from where she had sat napping between the potted plants near you on the sink, one eye opening slowly to follow the squawking bird.

“toto,” you say, relieved to see the wizard’s familiar. you follow him into the sitting room, where he glides around once more before taking his perch. “where have you been? where is your master?”

he squawks. “miss (y/n), master requests your presence at poppy hill.”

“poppy hill?” you say in surprise, “i thought he was in the fields. is something the matter?” then your eyes shine, “is it time for my lesson at last?”

toto lets out a nervous squawk. “you should take your leave before last light, miss.”

“will you guide me to him, toto?” you ask politely. the parrot nods his head before hopping from his perch and sailing through the kitchen window once more.

you tighten your boots quickly, pausing only to check on tabby. “are you coming, girl?”

her countenance was such that, if she were a person, you’d imagine she would sigh unenthusiastically. but she nevertheless hopped off and ran after you at your heels.

you follow toto deep into the fields and up onto poppy hill where the Witch Karina grew and nurtured her genus of wild flowers. it pales you to imagine he had spent the entirety of his afternoon here, but you perk up when toto leads you down the windward side of the hill.

you come to a stop as you find the Wizard Beomgyu seated amongst red common poppies, the last light catching his features and making them glow. the gentle breeze brushes through his long, golden brown hair as he soaks it up. when the light disappears behind the mountains at last, toto settles atop his head and his eyes flutter open. he greets toto with a smile, then turns to you and his eyes light up. you gulp.

“(y/n)!” he says, climbing to his feet. as his hands clear the grass and dirt from his trousers, he starts toward you and continues, “i’m glad you could make it. i was just talking to karina and—”

you fix your hands on your hips and a severe expression on your face. he stops, fear in his eyes. you march toward him and he shrieks. “where have you been! you promised you would teach me today, beomgyu! what is the meaning of this!” you say, poking a finger into his chest.

“i was—”

“i have been patient! so patient with you these weeks and you go and leave me at noon until evening! what have you to say for yourself, sir!”

his frown morphs into a smile and you are simply flabbergasted. but before you can berate him further, he takes your hand into his gently. he presses his lips to your knuckles and then rubs his thumb over them gently.

“i have left you? why, i could never do such a thing my dear,” he says and your face burns red.

“wha– wai– i beg your pardon!” you exclaim. but he maintains his hold on your hand and leads you further down the hill until you reach the middle of the slope. “do you think you can treat me like those swooning ladies in town!”

the sky is now dark and the stars are twinkling above, the moonlight shimmering silver against the blades of grass beneath your feet. you try and use the fragrance of the flowers and the earth to distract you from how warm and soft his hand feels, but then he takes your other hand and pulls you toward him.

“there is going to be a meteor shower tonight.” he says excitedly, as if it explains anything. but you are much too distracted by his closeness and his touch and his prettiness to argue. “i have planned it all with Karina. she will—“

you finally manage to yank your hands from his. “i do not care to be in your presence now, sir. you refuse to explain your behavior! i am your apprentice, you are supposed to teach me. if our arrangement— if my company is not to your liking anymore simply say so and I will take my leave.”

you start your walk back up the hill, which, being now by your full senses, proved to be a lot more taxing than the journey down it. it only aggravates you more. but you gather your dress in your hands and push on. he rushes after you.

“i will swallow a star!”

you stop in your tracks. you turn to him. “what?”

“i will swallow a star,” he repeats, folding his arms across his chest with a resolved expression on his face. “so that i may compete with that pretty boy you like so much.”

you blink. “compete? with that pretty boy? who– The Wizard Howl? Pendragon?”

he does not answer, but turns his face up to the night sky with a pout. your jaw drops in absolute bafflement. then you burst out laughing. his cheeks turn pink.

“oh, beomgyu,” you sigh, taking his face into your hands and turning it to you. “howl’s books are about why we should not contract deals with demons for power; his own autobiography. and you are a powerful wizard of your own accord, why should you need to be like him?”

toto squawks. “that is what i told him, Miss.”

“you shut up,” he snaps, swatting his familiar away. when your hands drop from his face, he returns them to their place and he leans into your touch, still pouting. “but you like him so much. you’re always reading those things and talking to tabby and mrs rochester from the bakery about him.”

you grin, a blush glowing in your cheeks. “beomgyu, the wizard howl is a happily married man with a sweet two-year old son. the story of his life is remarkable to me, so I read about him.”

he stills. “really?”

you drop your head and giggle. when you look up again, he is watching you with a look in his eyes that makes your chest flutter.

“and what about you?” you say, fixing your hands on your hips again. “what were you doing all day with Miss Karina?”

he perks up. “oh! i spent the afternoon trying to convince her to let us borrow her field for the evening. she agreed on the condition that i promenade with her in town tomorrow.”

you glare at him and smack his shoulder. “And you said yes? i cannot believe you! courting couples promenade together! i—“

he hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you flush against his chest. “i am a cunning wizard, darling. i may have pulled one on her,” he shrugs, “besides. how could i dream of courting anyone else when you are right here.”

then his eyes flit to your lips, asking, and when you nod, he takes them between his own in a sweet kiss.

when you break apart your breath is shaky and you think that if he should remove his arm from your waist you would fall straight to the ground. he smirks, as if he reads your mind.

“sh- she’s going to curse you once she figures it out. d-do you not know of howl and the witch of the waste?”

at that moment the meteor shower begins, like glittering diamonds shooting across the heavens. you stare up in awe. tabby meows and rubs her head against your legs, while toto perches on beomgyu’s shoulder.

he gently takes your chin between his fingers and draws your attention back to him.

“do you know of the wizard beomgyu and the apprentice who stole his heart?” he says softly, bringing your face closer and closer and closer. “they say she was was vivacious,” he kisses one corner of your mouth, “unyielding,” then the other, “a powerful witch in the making who was not wise of what she was doing before it was far too late.”

your breathing is heavy and your eyes hooded, “w-what happened to them? the wizard and the apprentice?”

his lips curl into a soft smile. “the apprentice and her wizard’s fates became inseparable, and they were destined to love one another in this and every lifetime.”

he pulls you in once more, this kiss much different from the first. he holds you impossibly close, a hand buried in your hair and the other lifting you up to his lips. it is enrapturing and toe-curling and your insides melt.

you decided then and there that the Wizard Howl Jenkins Pendragon was a charlatan. for if this is what it felt like to swallow a star, to give your heart to another and share a life, you would choose it with beomgyu, every single day.

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[halfincontextmagic]

Event Story: The Crimson ribbon for Désir | CH1

In the windless, clear air, the gifts from the sky are slowly transforming the scenery around us.

That day, we caught a rare sight of snow falling at the Wizards’ Manor.

SHINO — Take this!

CHLOE — Wagh! It’s so cold~!!

MITILE — Shino, your snowballs are way too fast!

RUSTICA — As expected of Shino. This is a very intense battle, befitting the king of snowfight.

SNOW — An attack so fierce, all the while protecting Heathcliff and the Sage…. Shino, aren’t you going strong!

SHINO — Fufun. Did you think I’d hold back on anything that has “fight” in its name even if this is a game?

—Snow started falling onto the Manor a little while ago.

Many of us gathered together at the extraordinary sight, and eventually started a snowfight.

There was only one rule: ‘Magic is forbidden’.

SHINO — I am here. I won’t let even a single chip of snowball touch Heath or the Sage.

AKIRA — You’re so reliable, Shino…!

HEATHCLIFF — Leave the snowball-making to us!

Hiding behind Shino, Heathcliff and I made snowballs diligently, while Saku-chan watched over us.

AKIRA — (I’m so glad we have the gloves Chloe made for us. My fingers don’t feel cold at all thanks to them.)

MITILE — Ah, Shino dodged again! He is so fast I don’t even think I can hit him.

And even if I aim for the two others in the back, I’ll just end up getting hit instead….

SNOW — Since the two of them are making snowballs, they never run out of ammunition either.

CHLOE — We’re four people compared to the other team, though! We have a number advantage!

If Sir Snow, Mitile, me and Rustica all throw our snowballs at once, even they would—.

RUSTICA — Look, Chloe. Don’t you think I made this snowball very round and beautiful?

Let’s also add her to my collection.

SNOW — My! Cat-shaped and flower-shaped snowballs are beautifully lined up…!?

CHLOE — Rustica~!! Don’t just decorate, throw them too! Throw them too!

Ahh but it’d be a shame to throw such beautiful snowballs…. Let’s make some more!

RUSTICA — Fufu. Thank you, Chloe. Let’s do that.

SHINO — Alright. If it keeps going like this, it’ll be our win.

AKIRA — The strategy Heath thought of of using Shino as our main attacker with the two of us backing him up, is a huge success!

HEATHCLIFF — Not at all, this isn’t something so elaborate I’d call it a strategy but….

It’s working because Shino is fighting hard. Thank you, Shino.

SHINO — Of course. We’ll definitely win this, Team Heathcliff!

HEATHCLIFF・AKIRA — Yeah—!

SHINO — Take that!

HEATHCLIFF — Roll roll.

AKIRA — Squeeze squeeze.

SNOW — Mumumu…. The enemy team play is quite the obstacle.

Nevertheless, I shall show my skills as a native of the country of snow. First of all, it is best to wait for an opportunity to strike.

Everyone, let’s go for an all-out attack!

MITILE — Here I go!

CHLOE — Hop! Hop!

RUSTICA — Yah!

SHINO — Hmph. With snowballs that weak, even if they are coming all at once—

SNOW — Now!

SHINO — !

AKIRA・HEATHCLIFF — Shino,  watch out!

One opening was born in Shino’s defenses while he was dodging hits from Chloe and the others. Snow took advantage of that chance and his giant fastball cut through the air. I hold my breath, not knowing if it would or wouldn’t hit. And then—

BRADLEY — …Achoo!

SHINO・HEATHCLIFF・AKIRA — Huh?

CHLOE・SNOW・MITILE・RUSTICA — Ah.

BRADLEY — —BWUH!

That hit Bradley in the face the moment he appeared.

Everyone gathered and watched as the snowball fell into pieces.

SNOW — Hohoho. Nothing less to be expected from Bradley’s luck.

To think you’d be hit with my snowball the moment you appeared.

BRADLEY — Geezer….

What the fuck, I’ll fucking kill you!

SNOW — Kya—, sca~ry!

SHYLOCK — There, there. Please don’t get so angry.

AKIRA — Shylock!

Shylock entered the scene alongside the sound of snow being crushed under each of his steps.

In his hands, was a pot with rising steam coming out of it.

SHYLOCK — I saw you playing with snow from the window and thought I’d bring you some treats.

Would you like to take part as well, Bradley? You look lovely and shiny covered in all that snow but…. Please make it a priority to keep your body warm.

When Shylock opened the lid of the pot to show the content of it, Bradley ran a hand through his snow-peppered bangs and brought his face closer.

BRADLEY — Hmm. Hot wine made by the Pipe-drinker, huh. Not bad.

SNOW — Shylock, you’re so very thoughtful!

SHYLOCK — Fufu, thank you very much.

There, everyone, help yourselves. For those who aren’t good with alcohol, I also made a sweeter, alcohol-free drink.

AKIRA — Waah! Thank you so much!

I placed Saku-chan on my shoulder and wrapped the mug cup with both hands. At the sight of those hands, Shylock’s face was tinted with a smile.

SHYLOCK — Oh? These gloves you’re all wearing are…. Aren’t these the ones Chloe made for us.

MITILE — Yes! These are super warm, I’m perfectly fine even when touching snow you know!

SNOW — It is a wonder for my fingers to stay so warm without even having to use magic. Thank you for your marvelous gift, Chloe.

CHLOE — You’re welcome! It’s thanks to Lennox sharing a lot of sheep wool with me.

I was thinking about the designs and got more and more excited as I went…. And I ended up making 22 pairs before I even realized!

RUSTICA — And every one of these fine works also has its own design on the back of the hand.

I can feel the feelings you’ve put into every stitch.

AKIRA — Mine was the Sage’s Book and Saku-chan!

Everyone got their own magic tool, right?

HEATHCLIFF — Yes. Even my pocket watch’s dials were recreated.

SHINO — It really looks like it could start moving right as we speak. That’s a considerable amount of effort.

HEATHCLIFF — Right? It’s no easy task to reproduce something in such detail with wool yarn.

This here for example, it’s almost unnoticeable, but he changed the color to bring out the feeling of texture, and even the watch’s hand is—.

SHYLOCK・RUSTICA — ………….

SNOW・MITILE・AKIRA — ………….

BRADLEY・SHINO — ………….

HEATHCLIFF — Ah….

I’m sorry. It looks like, I kind of went off a bit too much…?

CHLOE — N—No not at all! Those were actual details I put a lot of thoughts into, so your words make me really happy, Heath!

RUSTICA — Fufu. Chloe’s face is the color of evening glow.

SHYLOCK — Their happiness is spreading and even making me feel warm inside.

SHINO — ……….

Heath.

I’m also going to gift you something. Tell me what you want.

HEATHCLIFF — Huh?

SHINO — Don’t hold back. There has to be something.

BRADLEY — Haha. Can’t stay silent when his master’s showing such an attitude, yeah?

SNOW — Is this what you call the pride of your loyal retainer.

HEATHCLIFF — …Err….

…Thank you, Shino.

But I’m fine.

I don’t need anything. Or rather, I can’t think of anything from the top of my head.

SHINO — …….

I am your servant, you know.

I will arrange anything. Just tell me something.

HEATHCLIFF — Anything, you say….

Uhm…. I’m happy about the sentiment, but Shino would really go and get just anything so.

SHINO — What’s wrong with that?

HEATHCLIFF — It’s not wrong but…. How do I put this….

SHINO・HEATHCLIFF — ………….

AKIRA — (.....The atmosphere’s changed from earlier, somehow…)

(Silence)

RUSTICA — …Oh? Everyone, there is a message from the wintry wind to us.

It seems like it is time for dinner.

SNOW — Mumu. Indeed, a tasty smell is wafting in the direction of the dining hall.

This smell is… corn soup, I see.

MITILE — Yaay! That’s my favorite! It’s the perfect dish for a cold day!

CHLOE — I get it~. Drinking something warm on a day like this will even make your heart feel all warm.

AKIRA — Yes, I agree! Let’s continue the snow fight another day and get inside.

RUSTICA — I wonder what will be the main dish coming with the corn soup, today. Meat would be nice, but so would be fish.

BRADLEY — What are you blabbering about, ‘course nothing’s better than meat.

Hey, Pipe drinker. ‘There any of that hot wine from earlier left?

SHYLOCK — Let me see. There should be just enough left to have a meal together.

CHLOE — Speaking of wine makes me want cheese too. Heath, what do you wanna eat?

HEATHCLIFF — Huh? Let me think, I’m….

Everyone was naturally walking towards the dining hall.

In the midst of that, Heathcliff turned around, curious, when Shino alone didn’t show a sign of moving from his spot.

HEATHCLIFF — Shino? Are you not going?

SHINO — I’m going. But—.

Shino cut himself off and stayed silent.

If it was about time, only a few seconds had gone by.

His mouth stayed shut like he was pondering about something, until he lifted his face.

SHINO — Sage, Shylock, and Bradley.

I have something to ask the three of you.

SHYLOCK・BRADLEY — Huh?

AKIRA — To us?

Mahoyaku event story, Christmas 2024

fandom wiki title: A Ruby Ribbon for Désir

TL/n: welcome to shino heath romance christmas 2k24

sry if my punctuations sometimes look weird, i pretty much half-exported jpn punctuations, and also i'm using them freely to convey the tone as well as possible

if you play the game you'd know but mitile uses "-san" for everyone, but i removed that for better flow in eng in mhyk context, and replaced all "-sama" by "sir"

feel free to send chat or asks, to ask about things if there's anything anyone wants to ask about, i don't bite ✧˖°

please read inside the game too if you can! i tried to format this in a way it'd be easier to read alongside the game

edit: tumblr keeps breaking my formatting so i hope the tl is still legible but if it's not, do tell me and i'll find some way

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Had some thoughts about the bad kids class swap, so here's my headcanons about them all if they were bards (very rambly, I'm bad at writing)

Gorgug- when he was small he would play on the pots and pans like drums and his parents wanted to encourage his creativity. Has tried probably every instrument his parents could find or make, it's metalwork. Gets really into drums and some string instruments, can't play alot of brass cuz of tusks but trumpet is easier, French horn is even harder because of the delicate trigger mechanisms, gets really good at clarinet for some reason, so good that it's his secondary instrument in case he breaks all of his drumsticks (true percussionists have like ten spares, sticks break too easy)(and also fiddle, he can play fiddle really well)

Adaine- learned viola because her parents made her, ended up really liking it, switched to "violin" (plays fiddle, can't call it that in front of parents) think Lindsey Stirling, parents got mad when she became a Bard instead of wizard even though they pushed her to learn and get better, hits her dad w fiddle and kills him, her fiddle in s/j year is a gift from fabian and its practically indestructible(gold, made by telamine, theres a side quest where she kicks the devils ass at fiddle)

Fabian- Really likes sea shanties, starts out dancing with his pa, does alot of 2 and 4 steps, lotta linedancing before getting into elven dance, could be a real good master of ceremonies when he starts hip-hop dancing, is in the college of swords but its very piratey, learned fiddle for fun but actually really enjoys it especially the slower more classical melodies favorite spell is suggestion

Kristen- acoustic guitar. Can also play piano but doesn't want to lug around a keyboard. Has a lovely voice but prefers to let her guitar do most of the work, wanted to be a paladin(to helio) like her parents for a while but becomes a paladin of Cass in the nightmare forest, it's wild. When she meets tracker at the black pit they bond over only really knowing worship songs and tracker gives her a book w/ rock sheet music (classically trained) she steals an electric guitar from the black pit and stashes it at fabians house for a while till she moves in with track and jawbone

Riz- (most excited about this one) goblin music is chaos, idk alot about indigenous music, but I like it, riz does alot of throat singing and body drumming, alot of odd noises, his dad used to sing him to sleep, kinda sounds like Tibetan throat singing with alot of clicking and hissing and all that (need to do research) the other bks like it alot, when he gets more comfortable he starts doing more metal (kinda like korn) struggles alot with connecting to his heritage (personal hc; 3rd gen goblin imigrant, sklondas ma came to bastion city for a new life when the rangers moved in on the mountains of chaos, poks dad moved from the other side of spyre (idk) Pok lived in elmville for his whole life, moved to bastion to work for the government culture outreach program, met sklonda, moved back to elmville, had riz, got eaten by a dragon)

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Echoes of Destiny: The Serpent and the Phoenix

PAIRING: Tom Riddle x F!Reader(OC)

SYNOPSIS: Harry, Ron, and Hermione are unexpectedly drawn into a mysterious journey when they receive Albus Dumbledore's last will and testament. Minister Rufus Scrimgeour presents them with significant bequests, including a scrapbook holding the secrets of Dumbledore's past. Through poignant confessions, they learn of Dumbledore's secret marriage to Gellert Grindelwald and the tragic fate of their daughter. Delving into the scrapbook, they uncover a surprising connection between Dumbledore's daughter and Tom Riddle. Dumbledore's final message reveals that his daughter, Genevieve Ariana Dumbledore-Grindelwald, is alive, propelling the trio into a quest to find her and untangle the mysteries of Dumbledore's past. As they embark on this journey, they realize the profound interconnection of their destinies with those of their predecessors, emphasizing the enduring power of love and loss even in the darkest of times.

WARNINGS: This passage contains elements of death, grief, and loss. Specifically, it mentions the tragic death of Dumbledore's daughter, as well as themes of war and the impact of past actions on loved ones.

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

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Chapter One

The Scrapbook

“To what do we owe the pleasure Minister?” Harry asks.

“I think we both know the answer to that question, Mr. Potter.” His voice is deep and sure as he speaks. Rufus Scrimgeour leads them to the living room and Harry, Hermione, and Ron sit down in front of him as he lays down a cloth wrap.

“And this is?...”Harry states with a confused look on his face. The Minister then pulls out a piece of paper before making it float in front of him so he can read it.

"Herein is said forth the last will and testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. First, to Ronald Billius Weasley, I leave my Deluminator. A device of my own making. In hope when things seem most dark it will show you the light."

"Dumbledore left this for me?" Ron says taking the small black item out of its cover.

"Yes," the Minister says. Ron looks at it in wonder.

"Really. What is it?" He asks and clicks it open. It takes the lights and when clicked back open it puts them back. "Super."

"To Hermione Jean Granger, I leave my copy of Tales of Beedle the Bard in the hope that she finds it entertaining and instructive," He says handing her a book. She looks at it confused.

"Mom used to tell me those. The wizard and the hopping pot, Babbity Rabbity and the Cackling Stump Come on. Babbity Rabbity... No?" Ron says as we all look at him confused.

"To Harry James Potter, I leave the snitch he caught in his first match at Hogwarts. As a reminder of rewards of perseverance and skill," He says and holds out the golden snitch. Harry looks a bit defeated as does the Minister.

"Is that it then?" Harry asks and the Minister shakes his head.

"Not quite. Dumbledore left you a second bequest: The sword of Godric Gryffindor. Unfortunately the sword of Gryffindor was not Dumbledore's to give away. As an important historical artifact it belongs.." He says.

"...to Harry. It belongs to Harry. It came to him when he most needed it in the Chamber of Secrets," Hermione cuts him up. The minister shakes his head.

"The sword may present itself to any worthy Gryffindor, Miss Granger but that does not make it that wizard's property," He says. "Unfortunately the current whereabouts of the sword are unknown."

"Excuse me?" Harry says. We both look at each other and he looks worried.

"The Sword is Missing. I don't know what you are up to, Mr. Potter but you can't fight this war on your own. He is too strong," The Minister says. Harry, Hermione, and Ron give each other a glance as the Minister stands up.

 “One last thing is left. To Harry James Potter, Hermione Jean Granger  and Ronald Billius Weasley, I leave this scrapbook, an artifact very dear to my heart, in hopes to give you an insight of not only my life but to help you with your next steps necessary towards victory.” Hermione moves forward to grab the elegant scrapbook, looking more like an album, with its intricate black cover and dark emerald green ribbon on the front. The three of them looked really confused. With that, the Minister left, not before saying,

“Best of luck Mr. Potter, you will need it.”

The trio, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, sit in a circle around the living room, still puzzled by the words of Dumbledore, the Minister, and the scrapbook they had received. Hermione carefully inspects the runes on the cover, her brow furrowed in concentration. She noticed that as she tried to open the book, there was a presence of magic around it. With a flick of her wand and a whispered incantation that effortlessly flowed from her mind, the invisible lock clicks open the book. The three all glance at each other with curiosity. They eagerly flip through the pages, revealing the surprising images within.

Harry peers over Hermione's shoulder, “What do you see, Hermione?”

Hermione gasps softly, “ It's... it's a baby. But... wait, something's changing.”

Ron interrupts, “Changing? What do you mean by changing?”Hermione turns the page, and they watch as the baby's features morph into those of a young girl. “She's... she's growing older right before our eyes.”

Ron exclaims, “That's... that's incredible!”

They continue to flip through the pages, each image revealing a different moment in time. Suddenly, they come across a picture of a much younger Albus Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling with mischief.Harry says, “That’s  Dumbledore…”

Hermione turns the page again, and they see a young Gellert Grindelwald standing beside Dumbledore, their faces alight with excitement, and happiness. “It's them... when they were friends…no, wait…Do you think they were more than just friends?”

Ron replies with furrowed eyebrows, “There’s no bloody way that they could’ve been together Mione. It’s a bit hard to believe, I mean, Grindelwald was an evil wizard.” The trio falls silent as they continue to explore the scrapbook, each lost in their own thoughts, revealing images of the girl with both Albus and Gellert. Then, Hermione gasps once more, her eyes widening in surprise, as she changes the page once more.

“Look at this!” Hermione exclaims to Harry and Ron. Harry and Ron lean in to see what has caught Hermione's attention. They see the teenage girl, dressed in Slytherin robes, dancing with a young Tom Riddle.

Harry says flabbergasted and angrily, “Tom Riddle? What's he doing here?”

Hermione replies, also in an extremely surprised state, still trying to process what was in front of her, “I'm not sure, but... it looks like they're... dancing?

Ron says, “Well…quite the surprise there huh?”

Harry replies coldly, “Yeah, to say the least.” They exchange puzzled glances before turning their attention back to the scrapbook, eager to uncover more secrets hidden within its pages.

Hermione turned a couple of more pages, each with more images of the lovely young couple, until writing appeared over the next blank page. The words that appeared in front of the trio were of Dumbledore. The three read his note:

I see you have received the scrapbook I left for you. The contents of this book have much you need to know about my past, my secrets, the loves and losses that shaped my life. I was not always the wise old wizard you see before you. There was a time when I was young, foolish, and in love. I was in love with Gellert Grindelwald. He was many things. He was also brilliant, charismatic, and enchanting. We shared a bond that transcended mere friendship. We even married in secret, during a time of great turmoil. But our love was not to last. We had a child conceived by a surrogate, and bore a daughter. She was our greatest joy and our deepest sorrow. She bore the weight of our mistakes and our regrets. She was a Slytherin. She was brilliant, ambitious, and fiercely loyal. But she was also troubled, haunted by the shadows of our past. It wasn’t until she fell in love with Tom Riddle, the boy who would become Voldemort, that she found her way to regain a part of her that was lost because of me and Gellert. Their romance was nothing that I would have anticipated. I couldn’t bear to see her with a boy as troubled as her, but they prevailed. I thought he would corrupt her. She died on May 13, 1943. A casualty of a war she never chose to fight. A victim of a destiny she could not escape. A casualty by my own hand. I have learned that love is both a gift and a burden. It has the power to lift us up to the highest heights and drag us down to the darkest depths. But in the end, it is what defines us, what binds us together, even in death.

Silence descends upon the room, broken only by the soft rustle of pages as the trio processes Dumbledore's revelations, leaving Harry, Ron, and Hermione to grapple with the weight of his confessions.

Ron spoke first, trying to relieve the tension, “Well, uhm…who would’ve thought that Dumbledore’s daughter would be the one to make Riddle’s heart go soft?”

Hermione whacked his arm with a paper repeatedly and yelled, “Oh Ronald Weasley! This is not the time for your stupid jokes, this is serious.”

Ron replied, trying to dodge her blows, “Bloody hell woman, that hurts!” 

Harry pondered on his thoughts as Hermione and Ron were arguing. There was no way that Tom Riddle could ever love someone, there was just no way. It was truly hard for Harry to believe that the Tom Riddle-Lord Voldemort-himself was ever in love, or had a heart. Harry spoke up and exclaimed exasperatedly, “I still don’t get it. How is any of this supposed to help us? I mean even if Riddle loved Dumbledore’s daughter, she’s dead. This was just a waste.”

Just as Harry had finished his sentence, the note disappeared, and more writing came up. Hermione moved towards the book and read the writing out loud:

My daughter, while she supposedly died…I have to mention that nothing is as true as it seems. I had to protect her, or so I thought. My actions, while they may seem extreme, were important to me years ago. Now that I realize that I may have been wrong…In fact…I had taken all necessary precautions…She is…alive. The images within this scrapbook are all clues that will help you find her. They all have meaning and are small parts to the larger puzzle. I had to make sure that this scrapbook was in the right hands. Best of luck Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Ms. Granger…I will leave you with your first direct clue…her name is…Genevieve Ariana Dumbledore-Grindelwald. 

Tom Riddle Masterlist

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“Really?” she asks, unable to keep the incredulous frown from her face. “Not a single one of you?”

She’d always known logically that the other gelfling clans didn’t necessarily need to swim, but to never learn at all? It’s nearly impossible for her to wrap her head around.

Kylan, sitting with his legs crossed only a few feet away, looks sheepish as he stirs his pot of broth over the flickering embers of their campfire. “Well… no,” he says softly. “Maudra Mera taught me many things, but swimming was never one of them.”

He sounds embarrassed, as though his adopted mother’s failure to teach him basic survival skills is somehow his fault, and he expects Naia to be disappointed in him.

tagging, with no pressure to any of y'all: @vacantgodling @corvus-rose @angsty-prompt-hole @drawnecromancy @albatris @northwyrm @paradoxspir1t

[naradivision]

Miraitabi at Hogwarts

AU inspired from (and maybe coexist along) this prompt started by @uenodivision

Oh, Merlin’s Beard… Not me popping the new spin-off LMAO

Also, before we hops onto this train, let me disclaim it clearly that there are a SH*TTON of my hallucination lore below... So, please feels free to speculate XD

Yer a wizard! O’ what house are you?

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—Yuuya

5th Year Gryffindor

Wand:  Black Walnut wood, 11 inches and reasonably supple flexibility with a core that claimed to be a unicorn hair 

Patronus:  A stag

Favorite Subjects:  Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, Flying

Chaser on Gryffindor Quidditch Team

Adopts a stray Siamese cat named “Ojou-chan” as his pet

Often hangs out with his bestie from Hufflepuff

Quite a humble lad but tends to get himself into troubles because his wand like to act on its own…

However, looks like lately he has been given more chances to become more and more bolder

After discovers his wand has a weird relation toward a certain ghost, he soon makes up his mind to stick with her in order to find out why —It eventually develops into his voluntary will to help her find some clue about herself though

In fact; his current wand is the second one he won from disarming a smuggler that attacked his housemate for witnessing their illegal business at Shrieking Shack during his fourth year’s Hogsmeade trip, his first wand is broken due to this incident

Actually enjoys learning about charmwork but always gaslights himself into thinking he’ll never being good at it

Burntout teenage trying to find his own Lumos

At the beginning is about to get sorted as a Hufflepuff, but unknowingly, the old hat changes its answer at the last second and tells him that —He does remind it of someone

Half-blood; never knows his father is a wizard until he revealed to him after getting a divorce from his mom

Separated from his dear sister since young, also never heard anything from her ever since

His father passed away via an accident which Yuuya forever blames himself for not being able to do anything

—Asahi

5th Year Hufflepuff

Wand:  Cedar wood with a pheonix feather core, 10 inches, and pliant flexibility

Patronus:  A corgi

Favorite Subjects:  Potions, Herbology

Yuuya’s neighbor and childhood friend

Muggle-born, thus he is super curious to explore everything in wizarding world

Very very surprise for his invitation letter to Hogwarts and even more when learning someone who is like his brother-next-door is also a wizard

His letter came in pretty late, so that’s why he has entered in the same year as his younger friend

The Headache of Potions professor because he is quite obsessed with putting things he gets interested into a pot and sees if it’s gonna work

However, funnily enough; he is scoring well on this subject because of his accidental discovery on 50+ more easier unconventional ways to formulate the same potions with the same properties

Kinda knowledgeable about plants, knowing which kind could be edible and even how to make it taste good

Very great at baking and cooking, house’s elves are losing their career

Genuinely wants to befriend Hogwarts’s elves, but the elves don’t want to befriend him because he mostly doesn’t left his chores for them to do

Have a dream to open his own sweets shop in Hogsmeade

Whenever Gryffindor has a match with other houses, you can always finds him at the front-row seat cheering for his friend —Oh, that’s maybe the reason he sometimes earns a scowl from his housemates

A loyal buddy who is happy to tag along your adventure through thicks and thins

—Saigo

Alumnus of Ravenclaw

Wand:  Sycamore wood with a unicorn hair core, 12 ¾ inches, and unyielding flexibility 

Patronus:  A red-crowned crane

Expertise:  Arithmancy, Ancient Runes

New “Studies of Ancient Runes” Professor

Graduated with the highest scores on N.E.W.T.s. in his generation

Pure-blood but he’d rather judge you by your competence

(His paternal lineage except him and his father is known for being sorted into Slytherin)

Used to be a high-level executive who oversees the business with Gringotts but later got exploited by his own family, so currently he has accepted an offer to teach at Hogwarts as some breather

His hobby is experimenting new spells from runes

Secretly have an avid interest toward artifacts from all over the world

Known for his ability to cast multiple complex and functional spells all at once

Known for his always scowling face and strict nature, but in truth, he does care a lot about his students

Tired Dad™ even if he never has kid

Likely becomes the pseudo-parent to two kids and one ghost(?) as he often runs into their shenanigans by chance

And because he is technically new to the school, he doesn’t know much about its current situation until overhearing that something has gone suspense to the point authority might allow the Auror to station at Hogwarts just in case

Soon becomes suspicious of that one ‘Sneaky Cat’ who loves to loiter around his student and gets a bit unsettled knowing the school seems likely to ignore this invader

—Ange

Hogwarts’ little ghostie

Or that’s what she believes

Transparent Genki Girl with amnesia

She is still determined to know more about her past life though

Hogwarts ghosts are pretty welcome to her arrival, they often act like her parents and even becomes supportive of her whenever she wants to kick Peeves’s ass

Oh yeah, she has a beef with Peeves (Hogwarts’s Poltergeist) since that mischief likes to harass other students out there!

With her nature of ghost, she can pass through solid objects and is unable to physically touch something —However, unlike other ghosts, she has shown to be quite expressive and had her preferences leaning more aligned to those of the mortal ones

Looks all cute and smol but isn’t so harmless due to her bizarre ability to meddle with most kinds of magic, especially the magic from that wizard boy’s wand

Claims to be able to communicate with the magic power living within each person’s wand and is super curious to know what Hogwarts students normally learn in their classes

Yuuya has speculated that she might have used to live as a very powerful witch before passing away… But, who will know the truth anyway?

From what she could utmostly recall, she had come to haunting around the fringe of Forbidden Forest without any memory until one day the little cat lead its wizard boy to come across her by chance

That day she has gained her first wizard friend who is willing to talk with her and she is very appreciative of their friendship

Really, really LOVES to talk —Can’t never seem to shut up about something that piques up her interest

Together with her now two wizard friends, she is looking forward to any journey this wicked destiny would bring to herself

—“Mr Sneaky Paw”

Alumnus of Slytherin

Wand: Pine wood and a dragon heartstring core, 12 ¾ inches, and supple flexibility

Patronus:  A black cat

Expertise:  Transfiguration, Nonverbal Spells

Cat Animagus 

Used to known as “Maverick of The House”

Half-blood but hid the fact only to let public know he is Muggle-born; guesses it’s needless to explain further ado about his reputation

A walking Marauder’s Map; already having every nook of Hogwarts mapped in his head

Secretive Bastard™ with Order of Merlin’s First-Class sass

Saigo doesn’t like him and the feelings are mutual

(His surrogate family is related to Saigo from his mother’s side and all were sorted into Ravenclaw)

Once being accused to work for Daily Prophet due to his habit to sneak around here and there but surprisingly isn’t

Here’s the second doubt for him being a Dark Arts appreciator since he seems to know a lot about it in great details —However, it’s still a mystery of which faction he truly affiliates to or why he had come to Hogwarts in the first place

Suggests “Nah we’d flee” for most fights, actually is a veteran duelist

The kind of quick caster who isn’t proficient at playing fair

Attempts to be friendly-friendly with Yuuya for unclear agenda despite their house’s enmity, he even goes as far as providing him some little helps and secretly looks out for him from the dark

...Lastly, shall we all raise our wands to pay respect for every greatest witch and wizard who had dedicated themselves to bringing this series to life...

Happy Halloween, guys 🪄

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Books, children’s stories and comics in the WW

There’s much more than just school text books in the Wizarding World, so as logical it is to assume that muggle borns read popular muggle fairytales during their childhood, it’s equally logical to think the same about magically raised children! And adults ( we known how those witches piled up for Lockharts autograph in Diagon Alley lol )

Here’s a list of wizarding books that are not Hogwarts textbooks

Children’s stories:

Tales of Beedle the Bard - book containing many wizarding fairytales. Stories in the book: The Tale of the Three Brothers‘ ; ‘The Fountain of Fair Fortune‘ ; ‘The Warlock’s Hairy Heart‘ ; ‘The Wizard and the Hopping Pot‘ ; ‘Babbitty Rabbitty and her Cackling Stump‘. As Ron says his mother read the book to him when he was young.

Toadstool Tales - a series of adaptations of other works, written by Beatrix Bloxam. They contained soppy, "sanitised" versions of other works, including The Tales of Beedle the Bard, which was Mrs Bloxam's way of purifying them so as to preserve children's innocence. The book is universally loathed by wizarding children

Comics:

Adventures of Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle - Ron liked these comics a lot since he had a stash of them in his bedroom

Loony Nonby v.s. Cornish Pixie - read by Dean and Harry

Fiction:

Enchanted Encounters- a series of books written by the author Fifi LaFolle

Sports:

Beaters' Bible - by Brutus Scrimgeour

Beating the Bludgers - A Study of Defensive Strategies in Quidditch - by Kennilworthy Whisp

Flying with the Cannons

Noble Sport of Warlocks - by Quintius Umfraville

Official Guide to the Quidditch World Cup

Quidditch Through the Ages - Kennilworthy Whisp

Quidditch Teams of Britain and Ireland

Wonder of Wigtown Wanderers - by Kennilworthy Whisp

A Snitch in Time

Numerology:

New Theory of Numerology

Astrology:

Atlas of Celestial Anomalies - M. P. N. Carneirus

Magical Creatures:

Aquatic Wonders of Yorkshire: A Wizard's Field Guide

Bestiarium Magicum

Children's Anthology of Monsters - Newton Scamander

Dreadful Denizens of the Deep

Enclopedia of Bat Eyes

Hoax and Dreams - Laura Thorn

House-Elves & Self-Hatred

Little People, Big Plans - Ragnok the Pigeon-Toed

Lizard's Claws From Africa

Magical Creatures (book)

Merpeople: A Comprehensive Guide to Their Language and Customs - Dylan Marwood

Most Macabre Monstrosities

Newts of Bognor - Walter Aragon

Owl Breeds

Why I Didn't Die When the Augurey Cried - Gulliver Pokeby

Which Owl? - Miranda Goshawk

You & Your Owl

Dragon Breeding for Pleasure and Profit

Dragon Species of Great Britain and Ireland

From Egg to Inferno: a Dragon-Keeper's Guide

Men Who Love Dragons Too Much

A Dragon-Keeper's Guide

Book on Hippogriff-baiting

Handbook of Hippogriff Psychology

Fowl or Foul? A Study of Hippogriff Brutality

Blood Brothers: My Life Amongst the Vampires - Eldred Worple

Vampire's Monologue - Amarillo Lestoat

Hairy Snout, Human Heart - anonymous author

Hunting Werewolves

Lupine Lawlessness: Why Lycanthropes Don't Deserve to Live - Emerett Picardy

Herbology:

Encyclopedia of Toadstools

Good Gardens Guide 1990

Goshawk's Guide to Herbology - Miranda Goshawk

Magical Water Plants of the Highland Lochs - Hadrian Whittle

Magical Mediterranean Water-Plants and Their Properties

Shrubs & Trees for the Garden - Arthur Osborn

Sub-Aquatic Botanical Mysteries

Wanderings of a Tree in the Alps

Winogrand's Wondrous Water Plants - Selina Sapworthy

Charms and spells:

Book of Charms & Spells, The

Achievements in Charming

Charms for attraction - Griselda Gogh

Charms of Defence and Deterrence - Catullus Spangle

Cheering Charms

Extreme Incantations - Violeta Stitch

Chadwick's Charms: Volumes I - VII - Chadwick Boot

Advanced Charm Casting - Eulalie Hicks

Abracadabra: An A-Z of Spooky Spells

Ancient thieves' text

Basic Hexes for the Busy and Vexed

Charms of Defence and Deterrence - Catullus Spangle

Compendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions

Confronting the Faceless

Curses and Counter-Curses - Vindictus Viridian

Dark Arts Outsmarted

Guide to Advanced Occlumency

Jinxes for the Jinxed

Practical Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook

Practical Defensive Magic and Its Use Against the Dark Arts

Self-Defensive Spellwork

Evelyn Starling's duelling book

Updated Counter-Curse Handbook (Second Revised Edition)

Protection Charm Your Mind: A Practical Guide to Counter Legilimensy - Franciscus Fieldwake

Magick Moste Evile - Godelot

Secrets of the Darkest Art - Owle Bullock

Theories of Transubstantial Transfiguration

Transformation Through the Ages

Madcap Magic for Wacky Warlocks

Saucy Tricks for Tricky Sorts

Weird Wizarding Dilemmas and Their Solutions

Spell journall - Miranda Goshawk (spell journal only)

Book of Charms & Spells

Book of Spells - Miranda Goshawk

Easy Spells to Fool Muggles

Gilded-covered spellbook

Jiggery Pokery and Hocus Pocus - Brian Gagwilde

Slytherin's Spellbook - Salazar Slytherin

Alchemy:

Alchemy, Ancient Art and Science - Argo Pyrites

Alchemical duodecimo

Potions:

A Humble Guide for Potion Brewing You Cannot Live Without - Blossom Degrasse

Asiatic Anti-Venoms - Libatius Borage

Book of Potions - Zygmunt Budge

Have Yourself a Fiesta in a Bottle! - Libatius Borage

Moste Potente Potions

Potion Opuscule - Arsenius Jigger

Spell potions - Tim

Love Potions - Salamander

Cooking and housecare:

Charm Your Own Cheese - Greta Catchlove (revised edition by Gerda Curd)

Cooking the Muggle Way - Mordicus Egg

Enchantment in Baking

Gilderoy Lockhart's Guide to Household Pests - Gilderoy Lockhart

One Minute Feasts - It's Magic!

Practical Household Magic - Zamira Gulch

Divination:

Broken Balls: When Fortunes Turn Foul

Death Omens: What to Do When You Know the Worst is Coming

Omens, Oracles & the Goat - Bathilda Bagshot

Oracle of Palombo - Bathilda Bagshot

Predicting the Unpredictable: Insulate Yourself Against Shocks

The Predictions of Tycho Dodonus

Xylomancy - Selina Sapworthy

Education:

Appraisal of Magical Education in Europe

Preferred Preface for Perfect Prefects

Revision guides:

Cram It!: How to Soar on Your O.W.L.s

W.O.M.B.A.T. Revision Guide

Magical health:

Common Magical Ailments and Afflictions

Healer's Helpmate - H. Pollingtonious

Healing at Home with Herbs - Phyllida Spore

Biographies/autobiographies:

Armando Dippet: Master or Moron? - Rita Skeeter

Biography of Uric the Oddball - Radolphus Pittiman

Dumbledore's Army: The Dark Side of the Demob - Rita Skeeter

He Flew Like a Madman - Kennilworthy Whisp

Horticultural History of the Blackwood Maze

Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore - Rita Skeeter

Magical Me - Gilderoy Lockhart

My Life as a Muggle - Daisy Hookum

My Life as a Squib - Angus Buchanan

Snape: Scoundrel or Saint? - Rita Skeeter

Biography of Harry Potter - Rita Skeeter

Historical magic:

Anthology of Eighteenth Century Charms

Guide to Medieval Sorcery

Olde and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charmes - E. Limus

Decline of Pagan Magic - Bathilda Bagshot

Historical wizards and witches:

Famous Fire-Eaters

Fifteenth-Century Fiends

Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century

Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy

Notable Magical Names of Our Time

Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts

Prefects Who Gained Power

Historical magical things, places and events:

Big Foot's Last Stand - Ortiz O'Flaherty

Dominating Dementors: A True History of Azkaban

Impenetrable Azkaban: The Hidden Prison to Escape in the World

Hogwarts: A History - Bathilda Bagshot

One Hundred Historical Sites from the Second Wizarding War

Perambulation of Kent

Scars of Salem: Essays on the Witch Trials of 1692 - Carlos Eduardos

Scourers and the Creation of MACUSA - Theophilus Abbot

Sites of Historical Sorcery

Triwizard Tragedies

Contemporary history:

Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century

Important Modern Magical Discoveries

Modern Magical History

Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry

Magical self-help:

Cast-a-Spell handbook

Learn Magic Fast with Kwikspell

Powers You Never Knew You Had and What To Do With Them Now You've Wised Up

Hairy Heart: A Guide to Wizards Who Won't Commit

Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches

Weird Wizarding Dilemmas and Their Solutions

Where There's a Wand, There's a Way

Wizards Are from Neptune, Witches Are from Saturn - Irsis Pius

Living With Legilimens: Choose Your Mind Wisely

Protection Charm Your Mind: A Practical Guide to Counter Legilimensy - Franciscus Fieldwake

Ancient Runes and Magical Theory:

Advanced Rune Translation - Yuri Blishen

Magical Hieroglyphs and Logograms

Magical Theory - Adalbert Waffling

Manual M39h-z

Магичен Теория

Rune Dictionary

Spellman's Syllabary

Muggle Studies:

Moronic Muggles

The Muggle Conspiracy -Sinistra Lowe

Muggles Who Notice - Blenheim Stalk

The Philosophy of the Mundane: Why the Muggles Prefer Not to Know - Mordicus Egg

Quaint Muggle Machinery

When Muggles Attack - Barrett Fay

Transportation:

Handbook of Do-It-Yourself Broomcare

Fully Illustrated History of the Flying Carpet

Law:

Ancient Law

Dark Arts: A Legal Companion, The

Intricacies of Rappaport's Law, The

‎Extraordinary Trials in History

Guidelines for the Treatment of Non-Wizard Part-Humans

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‎Law and Literature

Legal Loopholes & Leprechauns

Legal Rules for Roving Sprites

Laws of Conduct When Dealing With Muggles‎

Legal Guidelines for the Manufacture of Magical Apparatus

Legislative Guide to the Proper Use of Magic

‎Magical Misdemeanours in the Modern Law

‎Magical Moral Perspective

‎Unforgivable Curses and their Legal Implications

Muggle 'Law & Order' - Complete Guide

Other books:

Animal Ghosts of Britain - Mopsy Fleabert

En Ful Flicka - Så Tuktas En Modedocka - Signe Björnberg

First Love, First Loss - Amorette Deneuve

Flap of the Cape - Abigail R. Cankus

Gateway to the Far Stars

Invisible Book of Invisibility

Mudbloods and How to Spot Them - Barrett Fay

Pure-Blood Directory

Skrifter af Knos

Study into the Possibility of Reversing the Actual and Metaphysical Effects of Natural Death, with Particular Regard to the Reintegration of Essence and Matter - by Bertrand de Pensées-Profondes

Who Am I? - Gilderoy Lockhart

[weirdraccoon]

How would Fig put MC to bed?

That depends!

If MC is stubborn and refuses to sleep after 24 hours of adventuring or studying, Fig will add a sleeping potion to her tea and take her to bed all the while bantering with her:

MC *falling asleep while standing*: I'm no'tired.

Fig *leading her to bed*: Sure you aren't.

MC: I can still read that book.

Fig: I know, I know.

MC *is asleep before she hits the pillow*

Fig: Sweet dreams, pretty princess.

And if MC was injured in a battle and they weren't able to heal her or take her to the infirmary he'll just rock her while she falls asleep.

Fig: Now's not the time to sleep. Where's your stubborn attitude when I need it?

MC *bleeding and falling unconscious*

Fig *putting pressure on the wound and giving her the last wiggenweld potion they had*

MC *sighing in relief*

Fig *rocking her softly and humming a lullaby*

Fig: Just make sure to wake up later, all right, darling?

And then there are the more normal days when they're just following a routine.

MC: No one ever read me stories before bed.

Fig: ...

MC *puppy eyes*

Fig *rolling his eyes*: Do you know Beeddle the Bard?

MC: Of course I don't.

Fig: Right. Well here's my favorite: The Wizard and the Hopping Pot.

MC *curls up under the blanket*

Fig *reads a story while she falls asleep*

[teddyniffler]

In the Shadows of Friendship Forever

Ominis and Anne sent Sebastian to Azkaban for his own good. Their friend and brother had changed from the kind boy he once was, and they regretted their decision ever since. They are desperate to have Sebastian back and are willing to do anything, anything. Ominis will even become the monster he vowed he was not.

The Fall of the House of Gaunt. How did the ancient House of Gaunt, once among the wealthiest, most powerful, and most dangerous families in the wizarding world, become the desperate souls depicted in The Half-Blood Prince? How did Sebastian's life sentence to Azkaban trigger the downfall of the heirs of Slytherin...

Chapter 41: Christmas time once again, part 1 A03

Ominis looked so young and innocent when he was sleeping. Those long eyelashes touched his cheekbones and curled back up slightly at the ends. They were dark blonde and caught the morning light just perfectly to almost glow around his freakish pale eyes, which were closed right now. His breathing was deep and soft, his arms cuddled into the silk blankets as though somebody would steal his coverings, maybe someone still would.

How blissful he was in his soft looking nightwear, all protected from any chill that didn’t exist in this home anyway. He had nothing at all to worry about. His entire life would be one of a pampered prince among the Gaunts. Just get married, have children, many of them, and live in comfort in this big house. No further requirements or expectations, just grow fat on food cooked for you and a wife to hold him at the end of the day. He was so loathsome. His lip moved a little as the last bit of sleep held up, his body about to wake for the day, totally unaware of the eyes burning into him just inches from his face. Even if he opened his eyes right now, he could never know there was somebody in the room with him. Marvolo watched him sleep and noted how easy it would be to stick a dagger through his heart. Why would somebody so defenceless and weak be held on a pedestal higher than his own?

‘He’s back’ was what Marvolo thought when he saw his little brother walking in, a whole twenty four hours earlier than Marvolo had expected him. Ominis couldn’t see him, of course, but Marvolo still had brouses on his face, the results from the run in with his father after provoking the Potters. The angry marks on his face matched his feelings for Ominis perfectly. Marvolo carefully climbed onto the bed without moving the mattress, without making it sink in and laid down, facing his brother almost face to face. “Double, double, toil and trouble. Fire burn and Cauldron bubble. Double, Double, toil and trouble. Something wicked this way comes.” He grasped Ominis’ nose hard.

Ominis woke with a start as the hand released him, then shuffled over and found he had rolled into something soft, warm and solid. “I can’t believe your wife will be staying in here.” Came a sarcastic laugh. “Please tell me you will at least bin those books? They are so embarrassing. You read these when you were eight. Why do you want Beedle the Bard still, or were you hoping dear cousin Maelia would read you The Hopping Pot on your wedding night?” Marvolo’s laugh swam into his ears. “Get out of my room.” Ominis said softly, waking up fully. “Brother. I’m on your bed, hello.” Marvolo blew on his noise. “I am inches away from you.” “I did notice.” Ominis snapped, pushing himself away from his brother, whose arm quickly grasped him and rolled him back over into his side. “Get off!” Ominis was now pinned to his brother. “I love our brotherly moments.” Marvolo said. “I do miss you when you are at school, you know.” He lied. “You really don’t.” Ominis said, pushing his arm free from under Marvolo and pushing up, making his brother huff as his palm struck Marvolo in the nose. “Fine, I miss tormenting you.” Marvolo confessed, then laughed. “I’m going to blow up your teddy bears before the wedding night, otherwise your wife will be asking for a divorce the moment she walks into here.” “Why are you in my room?” Ominis asked.

“I came to tell you some good news.” Marvolo said, pushing Ominis’ hair out of his eyes. “Sweet dear Poppy has woken up at last and guess what? She had zero memory of the attack, even most of her life. It’s almost as if she was hit by a super powerful memory charm while lying in bed. How fortunate for me. How totally weird for her that something like this could happen. Imagine it!” Marvolo grinned, took out his wand and aimed it at Ominis’ teddy bears, they blew up in a shower of stuffing and fabric. “What was that!” Ominis gasped in alarm, looking around as the BOOM rang out through his room, making the walls vibrate and Ominis’ bed wobble.

“I made your room more befitting of a man about to wed. Mr Teddy Bear and all his friends got served their eviction owl.” Ominis wasn’t too concerned about that, he hadn’t bothered with those stuffed animals for a long time, but he knew their mother would mind, she had paid a lot for them to be flown in from France. “Do you know if Poppy is okay?” Ominis asked. Marvolo shrugged, entirely unconcerned. “Why do you even care?” He said coldly “She’s just a half blood. It’s not like she matters.” “Tell me.” Ominis said. “She’s alive, she’s awake. What’s more to tell. Now come on, out of bed. Mother wants us to decorate the house, I accidently – accidently - burned all the house elves alive in the kitchen the other night before you came home. Hahaha, father hasn’t brought new ones yet, so mother said I was to do it as punishment and because she hates you, she said you had to help me.” Ominis sighted.

“I have already got the muggles from the church in the village brought up here to sing festive tunes while we work. They will sing anything you want; they have no choice and currently no free will of their own.” “You’re a monster.” Ominis told his brother. “And you’re weak.” He laughed, sitting up and throwing Ominis’ clothing at him. “Get dressed!” Marvolo walked to the door, turning around to glare once more at Ominis, as his brother felt around for his clothing. He had burned the house elves alive because of one single elf witnessing his shameful moment and it had gossiped to the other elves. After that, they all needed to be dealt with. His father had not been impressed with Marvolo, now he was angrier with Marvolo than before. It was all Ominis’ fault. Yes, Marvolo could hold Ominis responsible for everything that was unfair in this world, it made him feel better about his own life.

Christmas at the Burrow was everything for Sebastian. For once, he was well enough to enjoy himself this year and as a special treat, Anne was staying over in Tessie’s room, so he was with his sister for two whole weeks. Anne was looking a little paler than she normally did and black shadows were under her eyes, her clothing was more loose on her than ever, soon Sebastian would be more bulkier than her again. It made him worry and when he asked her about it, she told him off for making a fuss. During the first week of the holidays though, something unexpected happened.

There was a knock on the door of the Burrow and Mrs Weasley answered, it was a ministry wizard who entered. “Mr Sallow, I am from the Ministry. Is now a good time? I only need five minutes of your time. I am here to arrange your compensation for wrongful imprisonment.” Sebastian nodded, a little taken back. “As you are now of age and will be leaving Hogwarts in the next year, the Ministry wishes to grand you the money owed to you for the false imprisonment. The Ministry is duly offering fifty thousand galleons as compensation for your damages from Azkaban and a full apology.” “Oh.” Sebastian didn’t know what to say to that. This had been very unexpected he didn't know how to react. Wait, fifty thousand? That was a lot of money! A crazy lot of money.

He remembered somewhere in the back of his head, being told by somebody he would get money for the ‘wrongful’ imprisonment, but it had left his head entirely. It hasn’t seemed real then or now. He was going to get money? Free money? Why was he getting money for? How does going to Azkaban give somebody free money? None of this made sense, right? “If you are happy, I ask for your signature here please.” The Ministry wizard smiled at him, holding out a quill. "Yes." Sebastian took the parchment and glanced down, there was nothing about conditions or terms, just an area for him to sign next to the very large figure of money about to come his way. Sebastian looked at his sister, who nodded slightly. Maybe she was understanding this better than him, because right now Sebastian's head was elsewhere. “Of course.” He signed where the wizard had indicated. “The money… has just been transferred into your accounts.” The wizard confirmed.

“Oh, great. Um thank you.” Sebastian said, surprised at how fast that was, was he and Anne really now rich? No that couldn't be. They lived in a hut with one room and a walled off sleeping area, they didn't even have an upstairs or indoor toilet. The ministry wizard handed Sebastian a small bundle of letters tied together, all sealed bearing a wax seal from the Ministry of Magic and under that, the personal seal of Faris Spavin. “I will see myself out, once again from everybody at the Ministry, we are very sorry for your wrongful conviction. We hope this can put things right or at least start the healing process. Thank you for your time, Mr Sallow.” The wizard bowed and left the house, disapparting once halfway down the path.

Sebastian opened the letter. “From Spavin himself?” He questioned out loud. “More likely from someone in his office.” Mr Weasely said. “Spavin only really cares about closing down the Leaky Cauldron or raging war on Centaurs, he wouldn’t sign that personally. His bones are too feeble.” There was a certificate, which struck Sebastian as odd. Was he meant to frame it and bring it out to be admired, as though it were a great achievement he had done in his life, 'Look at what I did. I went to Azkaban and survived!' the very idea was so ridiculous. He would just fold it up and keep it somewhere safe, or maybe he would slap Leander in the face with it. Then he opened the letter from the Minister for Magic, feeling surreal that Spavin even knew he existed.

Seb… Sebby… Sebastian! Well done and congratulations on evading the law. Does it feel amazing to know you - like me! - can just kill people and get away with it? Does it make you feel like a god now? Able to cast judgement on life and death itself. Look at you! Getting all this money for the death of your uncle, if you keep this up, you’ll be as rich as me one day! It is truly a sad thing that I don’t get paid handsomely every time I end a life, if I did then I’d kill Ominis without a second thought. Hell, I’d even buy new robes just for the occasion, knowing I will get my money back in full with extra! Hahahahah. Oh you cold blooded killer, lying, killing your kin. In a way, we are so very alike, both brothers, both avid fans of the unforgivables and we both know how to use them. Remember now to keep your gob shut or I shall be seeing you soon! Father said he loved having Christmas Dinner with you. Maybe I can join you for roasted lamb at Easter? We could do some resurrection practice on dead bodies to truly terrify the Muggles, if you know what I mean! I think you may like Inferi, we could try it on your uncle’s body, you and him can have a reunion of sorts! Let me know Via that blind sibling of mine! Yours in the Dark Arts, Marvolo Gaunt. Personal Assistant to world class fool, Old Man Spavin, Minister for Magic.

P.S: I can track where this went you know, so I’ll find you eventually! You can’t hideeeee. P.S.S: I am writing this letter in front of Spavin himself, but he’s so senile he doesn’t notice a thing.

Sebastian’s insides turned to ice and he pretended to read the certificate as he carefully hide the small letter from Marvolo and pushed it into an inside pocket. Then he forced a smile on his face. “Wow. I think I should be the one who buys the turkey this year.” He laughed, and at once the Weasleys started refusing, stating he was a guest here. Even Tessie was shaking her head as if what Sebastian had just said was unthinkable. “But if you must, I wouldn’t say no to a Crup if you need to buy me one. I’ve always wanted a dog.” Garreth said, looking hopeful at Sebastian with an outstretched hand as if waiting for the gold. “Brown and white, okay. No tan colouring, there’s too much red in this house already.”

Later when they had a second in Sebastian’s room, he showed Anne the letter. “That’s vile, look what he’s wrote, but he is certainly lying.” She said, shaking her head at the words “There’s no way he can track parchment given to a wizard to deliver when that wizard likely had many errands and stops today. He’s just trying to scare you as his father would’ve told him you didn’t say who took you in.” “Yeah.” Sebastian muttered. Anne burned the letter with the tip of her wand. “Best not leave this lying around in any case, it’s so - What an absolute idiot - He can’t just go saying this stuff- what if somebody saw.” She was shocked enough to leave her mouth open as her head moved side to side. “I can’t believe he would put that down in writing right in front of the Minister himself, how careless, how- dangerous!.” “He’s a Gaunt, he thinks they are invincible.” Sebastian said darkly.

“He’s a Gaunt. They think they are invincible!” Unknown to Sebastian, the exact same words were echoing in the Auror office at the Ministry of Magic. The head of the Auror office was tired. It was Christmas time yet again, and rather than be with his family, he was in the office with everybody else. It was the busiest time of the year because of one single, godforsaken family.

“So, what shall it be this year? Disembowelled bodies? Mass torture followed by murder? Maybe they will blow up the entire village this time and all the poor souls living there.” He was in a bad mood, but not because he was angry. He was frustrated due to the lack of support the Aurors had been given to bring down the Gaunts. It was almost as if the people above the Aurors didn’t want the Gaunts to be bothered, and no matter how ridiculous that idea sounded, it was true and everybody currently in that office knew it. All the signs pointed that way. The Ministry was pro-Gaunt, through and through. The head Auror, Cassius Bell, had devoted the entire wall of the office completely to the Gaunts and each week, with each month that passed, something new was always added.

“Last year on New Years Eve, we know they were active in the village of Little Hangleton and we are aware of a number of past events that, even though we don’t have proof, we know they were involved. The same patterns are present in every attack. Always on New Years Eve. Always on Muggles. Always in Yorkshire where the Gaunts live. Every single year without fail.”

Here, Bell slapped the wall where Mr Gaunt was pictured, all eyes on Bell as he started to recite a list.

“Past attacks include transformation and disfigurement of muggle children in Harrogate, Boggarts set free in numerous homes in Greater Hangleton and let us not forget the time they somehow got hold of a Tebo and had it run rampant through the city of York, breaking half the streets and injuring many Muggles attending the Christmas Markets. These are not random events, Tebos do not randomly appear in streets in England, nor do Boggarts. Now, I do not wish to speak ill of the Minister, but we know Spavin is in their pocket. He has one of Gaunt’s sons in his close employ and we know that boy has been trying to cause trouble down here for us.”

Bell rubbed his head, remembering the stupid note Marvolo Gaunt had once send down on Spavin’s ‘orders’, suggesting that the Auror office disband immediately.

“We cannot act against the Gaunts, right now we are powerless. The Head of the Department for Magical Law and Enforcement won’t sign off on any investigation against them, why? I do not know. Likely Gaunt has something on him too. We can’t move or do anything – officially - but if we can catch them in the act, if we witness their muggle baiting with our own eyes, then we can do something about it. Then we can arrest them, question them, get a confession. For too long the Gaunts have got away with murder, and I really mean this, murder. They’ve conspired against our laws, twisting them as they need and see, they are attacking both magical and non-magical people alike, for their enjoyment and benefit. This year, I plan to send the Gaunts a warning.”

Cassius Bell paused, took a drink from his mug and looked up and down the wall. There were pictures of the entire extended Gaunt family, including the young woman Noctua who had vanished without trace, to the youngest of them, Ominis who was still at Hogwarts. Even this young Gaunt had a questionable deed to his name, with a little line linking him to the name ‘Sebastian Sallow’. A boy arrested for murder, with a history of rule breaking and previous uses of the Unforgiveable Curses. Sebastian had been freed after Ominis Gaunt altered his story and evidence to prove the boy’s innocence had been unearthed, quite by magic and the fact Sebastian was Ominis Gaunt’s best friend was not lost at all on Cassius Bell. There was a second link with a ‘Poppy Sweeting ??’ next to Sebastian. She was a girl from the same class and year as Sebastian and Ominis, and she had been attacked by Dark Magic. Coincidence or connection? They even had blurry photographs of what looked like Shiva and Mori, two of the Gaunt snakes. As far as the Auror office knew, these were the only snakes the Gaunts owned.

“Bob, Venusia, Lucan, come here.” Auror Bell said and three young Aurors came forward. Lucan Moody and Venusia Crickerly were the two Aurors who had taken Sebastian from Azkaban, their fellow new recruit was a young man called Bob Odgen. “You three, I want you to position yourselves in Little Hangleton on New Years Eve, patrol the streets, sit in the pub and mingle with the muggles there. You’ll have backup if anything happens, we have trained Hit Wizards in York just in case they want to have their fun there again this year. We know on Christmas eve, the Gaunts have their Christmas ball. Is that still going on this year?” “Yes sir.” Auror Moody confirmed. “They often change its name, in the past it has been the ,em>Pure Blood Ball, Blood Superior Ball, Purity Ball… This year they seem to be calling it The Sacred Ball.” Moody read from his list with a slight smirk on his face before adding,

“My family’s invitation appears to have got lost in owl flight, for we were not invited.” The other two young Aurors laughed and even the head Auror managed a small smile. “Nor were mine. Not pure enough for them. However, I do know of a few families who shall be in attendance, the Flints, the Carrows, Knotts, Blacks… all the normal suspects.” “I want to send them a message, in person. We can’t move against them, but there is no law in turning up to a party uninvited, not when they have their doors open wide and make their party ‘THE’ event of the year in the wizarding world.” Venusia smiled. “Well, it is frowned upon and considered rude, but you are correct, there is no law against gatecrashing a party.” She confirmed. “Deterrence, that is all we are doing. We’ll let Gaunt know we are in the area for the next week, we shall put out word we have intelligence that unknown wizards may wish to cause trouble and are in the immediate area. We’d like to reassure one of our oldest families that the law is nearby, should they need us.” “Brilliant, sir.” Bill Odgen said.

“Your Sallow friend got some money, you know.” Marvolo said, as he used his wand to levitate delicate glass baubles onto the Nordmann Fir he and Ominis were dressing. “I was the one who signed and sealed his letter. I left an amusing note for him, I still want to meet him. I don’t believe it’s fair, father has met him, but I haven’t and I know how much he means to you.” Ominis chose not to answer that. “Was this over him being sent to Azkaban?” Ominis asked, changing the subject. “Yep” Marvolo said. “fifty thousand Galleons, not bad for killing his uncle. Some wizards don’t even make that working all their life away.” “He didn’t meant to, it was an accident.” Ominis said Marvolo snorted. “I can’t believe mother is making us do this, where is father with those new house elves!” Marvolo complained. “He’s probably in London, seeing the Blacks. He always invites them personally.” Ominis said. Feeling around the tree for a free branch. “Maybe next time, don’t burn the house elves alive. Why did you do it for anyway?” “I wanted to… I’ll burn you next time.” Marvolo said. He fully meant it too. It took them two days, but in the end the House of Gaunt was yet again transformed into a glittering winter wonderland for Christmas.

The new house elves had arrived at last and had been beaten into shape – literally – and the normal perfect party food was being placed onto countless tables awaiting the guests on Christmas Eve. “Is our cousin coming?” Ominis asked keeping the gloom out of his voice. “Of course! Your bride to be can’t get enough of you.” Sniggered Marvolo, wearing new dress robes of silver that matched the decorations. Ominis was wearing red, with a black belt around the middle and some white trim and was the subject of Marvolo's joke, not that he knew. Marvolo had decided Ominis should resemble Santa this year, but only he was clued in on the private joke. It was an odd thing, normally their father was around the house, perhaps in his study or the drawing room, but Marvolo had not seen him at all. He had wondered if father had been spending time with Ominis again, but Ominis had been right by Marvolo’s side all this time, so where was father?

Their mother was in her normal spot in the lounge, drinking tea with the other ladies before they would make their grand entrance later once the party was in full swing, but it seemed Marvolo was left babysitting Ominis as normal. “Where is father?” Marvolo asked Ominis, wondering if he had been pushed out of the loop for real. “I don’t know.” Ominis said, but at that moment, the doors opened and the house elves bowed as Mr Gaunt walked in. “Father!” Marvolo greeted. “Where have you been?” “Mind your own business.” Gaunt muttered, but not seriously. “I’ve been in York to check on something. Seems the Ministry is keeping watch on us again, Aurors no doubt. I told Spavin to keep them off my back.” “Curse them?” Marvolo suggested. “Not worth the trouble.” Gaunt smiled “They are the biggest jokes I’ve ever seen, the lot of them. As if we would ever be foolish enough to be caught. Do they not think we would check first if they were in the area before we act. I know their plans before they make them.” “So, New Years Eve is cancelled?” Marvolo said, the disappointment in his voice noticeable by all. “Do we ever see in the new year without a celebration?” Gaunt laughed. He ruffled Ominis’ hair as he passed. “This year we’re going bigger than ever. This year, the Muggles will remember it for years to come.” “Wooo!” Cheered Marvolo.

Once more, the finest of pure blood society gathered at the House of Gaunt. The Gaunts were once again in their element, moving around, greeting guests. Master Gaunt went around shaking hands with certain families, sharing a nod of understanding. There was a certain sparkle in his eyes as if he knew something that was amusing to him. All the families invited here today were in on the plans coming up at New Years Eve, but only just over half had an active role to play. Everybody in this room agreed what a magnificent idea it was. There were many smiles, laughter ran out as final preparations were made and small vials were exchanged. As Gaunt finished greeting everybody personally, he discreetly ordered the House Elves to stand by the main front doors as if to await more guests. There was a cheer as the doors opened once more and in stepped Phineas Nigellus Black. Now he had more free time than normal, no longer running Hogwarts school.

“Phineas!” Greeted Gaunt, eyeing up his mustache. “The wrenched thing is still upon your face.” “Yes, it is.” Phineas said, smiling apologetically. “But I’m not shaving it off just because you don’t like it. You sadly don’t have that power.” “We’ll see…” Gaunt threatened. “Say hello to my sons. Marvolo and Ominis are around somewhere. I know you like them both.” Black laughed good natured. “Excellence runs in with them both. I have fond memories of the two.” As he finished talking, he rubbed his face absent mildly. The wounds inflicted upon him by Marvolo Gaunt and Master Gaunt had finally healed, after months and months of painful movements. He didn’t want to see Ominis again, that little runt had caused him much hardship and had even been partly to blame for him being thrown out of Hogwarts. Why had Black even answered the door to him two years ago? He should have just laughed at the accusations of Sebastian Sallow murdering his uncle and given Gaunt a detention for wasting his time, yes, that would have been much better for all concerned.

Talking of Sallow. “I am sorry to inform you I haven’t had any luck locating who took him in yet.” Black muttered so only Gaunt could hear. “I didn’t expect you to find out. Nobody knows anything, all of my connections never saw him with any wizarding family down Diagon Alley, not even on the first of September. If he was on that train, he must have arrived hours before 11am. Shiva said a woman was with him back at the hospital, but she didn’t give a good description and there were plenty of female healers in that building, not to mention his sister. Maybe they have a female relative we haven’t yet found, but by all records his family are all dead, except the sister. Ominis said he didn’t know under the Imperious Curse. There is just no links” Gaunt said. It was really bugging him, not to mention confusing him. He knew everything about the wizarding world, family ties and connections, who networked with who. So why couldn’t he find anybody who had some link to the Sallows? Who had taken in the Sallow boy and why? Was it a random act of kindness by some Mudblood and it didn’t mean anything at all, or was there a wizarding family out there who knew too much about the workings of the Gaunts? “There was a number of females at Hogwarts who liked Sallow, many in his class.” Black listed off names, but Gaunt shook his head. “There’s no proof any of them were close enough to him that their families would take the boy in. He only has Ominis and he didn’t know. No, this is likely an unknown connection. Their questionable breeding may even mean it was a Muggle who took him in. Somebody who knows the wizarding world took him, but maybe not a wizarding family. It’s disgusting.”

Gaunt and Black walked around the large room that was doubling as the ball room, festive music playing from a wizarding band the Gaunts had hired. “If nothing comes of it, we can let it go, however I’d rather have that person or persons under my watch.” Gaunt leaned up against a wall, the shinning lights reflected upon his face and hair. Phineas Black had known Gaunt for years, since they had been children too young to even attend Hogwarts. The purebloods had always networked together and both of their parents had been close. They slept in the same dorm at school and through the years they had always remained close, but in spite of knowing the Gaunts were sometimes unhinged due to being inbred, Black knew his friend had a more reasonable side that had normal human feelings, even a gentler side.

When they were both teenagers and Noctua had still been alive, Gaunt was different. Obsessed with his ancestry yes, but not cold and inhuman. After Noctua’s disappearance, he was never the same. He always looked pale and never slept much, constantly playing around with that ring he wore on his finger and starring at nothing. Phineas would never forget the look on his best friend’s face when he had informed Black that Noctua had died. Black had always wondered how he knew, after all there had been no body found. Since the day she had gone, Gaunt steady had grown more unhinged as though his sister was the only thing that kept him rooted. In this moment though, he looked together, level headed and calm, almost enjoying himself as his eyes flicked over to Ominis greeting his to-be bride and her walking away from him, to Black who was watching him.

“Marvolo is feeling murderous that he’s not allowed to help out, never mind know of our plans, I’m watching him carefully. We don’t have any leeway for a wild canon.” Black knew Gaunt was talking about New Years Eve, but his tone of voice surprised Black. “Best to keep him away from this.” Black said, nodding slowly. “Did anything come from his outing to Godric’s hollow?” “Nope.” Gaunt answered as the band started a new upbeat song. “After you left, it was all quiet still. I don’t think the Potters were wishing for retribution.” Lights were running across the room, looking like snowflakes falling from the ceiling, everything was silver and shiny. “I’m cutting him off.” Gaunt said. “Marvolo. He’s not what the Gaunts need. He’s too… chaotic. If Marvolo were at the head of the family, I fear for what this bloodline, what this family will become. He will end it within a single generation. He’s too violent.” Phineas Black was caught totally and utterly shocked. The golden Gaunt boy, cut off? Oh wow. This was gossip indeed. However he could guess why, Marvolo was extreme, even for this family.

“That may be for the best. That’s why you want Ominis to be married before him?” “Yes.” Gaunt said, looking across the room to where his two boys were standing. Marvolo had reached across to take a drink from an elf and walked away from Ominis, but not before muttering something into the blind boy’s ears that made Ominis scowl. “Look beyond Ominis’ physical defects. He is what the Gaunts need. He’s level headed, he has more clarity than Marvolo, less damaged on the inside, he’s –“ “Not a raving inbred lunatic.” Black finished, pushing his luck beyond the limits. “Don’t insult my family Phineas, mentally sound or not, our blood is purer than yours.” Gaunt smirked. “But you are correct.”

A wizard, one of the Carrows waved across the room at Gaunt, who took out his pocket watch. “Ready for some fun, Phineas?” He asked, on his face was a smile nobody had ever seen on Gaunt for a long time, it was the same grin one might see on a child. Something very, very amusing was coming and both Black and Gaunt knew what it was. Black chuckled. “Oh dear me. Well, I had best find my wife and children and look busy I take it?.” Gaunt laughed. “Oh yeah. Totally inconspicuous.” The entertainment was due any moment, and some of the wizards, those with an active role in New Years eve, had some inkling as to what was coming. The others didn’t know who was coming, but their reaction would just make everything more convincing. “Places.” Gaunt said, “I should find my son.” Gaunt said, moving away from Black to walk across the room to where Marvolo was sitting, sipping firewisky in his lovely new robes. “Can I count on you to act like an adult and remain calm and composed, or do I have to send you to bed right this second?” Gaunt asked in all seriousness. “Huh?” Marvolo said, utterly confused. “You heard me. Are you able to control yourself for once or do I have to remove you now? Answer me.” “Father, I am so confused, can you explain-“ “Your answer?” Gaunt pushed. “You have my word I can control myself.” Marvolo said, his almost golden eyes shining in the light as he blinked in confusions. “What is happening?”

“We are going to have some company, very soon.” Was Gaunt’s reply and he smiled. “I need you not to act or do anything at all. Just sit there, looking pretty as always.” Marvolo’s eyebrow lowed slightly. “Okay…” He said slowly. Gaunt didn’t need to say anything to Ominis, he knew his younger son knew how to conduct himself perfectly and would play his role of clueless son to the point. Gaunt sat down himself, crossed one leg over the other and waved at the band to play on. As a family tune rang out, the guests continued to dance, to be merry, for it was Christmas time, was it not?

Gaunt took a glass and smirked at Marvolo, soon some special guests would arrive, they had already been spotted in the village below, but Gaunt knew they were coming for days now. He had already got confirmation from one of his insiders in the Auror office.

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[hollowwrites]

The Gardener and The Alchemist

Part 3 Garreth x MC

Summary - After the HoneyDukes Heist, Maeve and Garreth decide to hang out in their own little personal haven.

Feel free to swap Maeve with MC or Y/N

Warnings - Mentions of water and inability to swim(?), Mild spice

Word Count - 2640

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Something about the ordeal left the two of them a bit dazed. They giddily walked back, not chatting much just giggling at each other every time they made eye contact. Had they gained some sort of sugar rush from inhaling so much candy? Or was the adrenaline from nearly being mauled my dogs taking over?

Either way, once they’d hopped over the platforms once again, Garreth stopped. He peered at the fork in the dirt path. Right, lead down to Maeve and his secret spot, left lead back up to Hogwarts. He watched Maeve turn left and reached to her, catching her elbow.

“I…I don’t want to go back just yet” he murmured, a sadness taking over his features.

“Okay” she smiled “I only have History of Magic left for the day anyway. I’d rather not go” he beamed, seemingly happy she’d chose to spend time with him instead of her valuable education.

“Shall we visit The Docks then, my dear?” He offered her his hand and she took eagerly.

The Docks was the name they ironically gave to the makeshift camp they created by the waters edge. A few conjured crates, a battered sofa and a large chest made up their safe haven. A liberal amount of magic held the structure together lest it float away to bob around the small pond. The familiar deep blue swirl of Maeves ancient magic wove through the crates making them sturdy under their combined weight.

There were telltale spots of both of their influences.

A small ‘portable’ potion station had settled into the dirt over time. Various cushions and blankets lay strewn across the floor around it for when Garreth fidgeted during his experimentations.

Terracotta pots of a multitude of different sizes for an array of plants sat upon every available surface, including the cushions of the sofa. Some muggle plants and some wizarding, the former thriving under the influence of her ancient magic. No need for sun down here!

As Garreth made himself comfortable, he casually tossed some ingredients into a cauldron and flicked his wand. The tiny flame beneath the pot started to simmer under the unknown concoction.

Satisfied with his addition, Garreth sat down at the water edge, removing his shoes and socks and rolled his trousers up. Maeve added their discarded robes and her own shoes to the growing pile of clothing near the chest. He kicked at the water as his feet dangled over the edge.

“Well…That was exhilarating” he grinned

“More like terrifying” she said lowering herself next to him. Tucking her feet underneath his thigh, she hugged her knees, peering at him from over her arms.

“I don’t know… it had its benefits” he winked thinking back to the feel of her hand upon his chest, how she wiggled against his hips unknowingly “Speaking of, I feel like I should apologise.”

“Apologise? For what”

“I…may have over stepped. I’m sorry if I…touched you inappropriately” his eyes looked anywhere but her direction.

“I…dont think you did” Meave looked genuinely confused. She thought back. He’d held her waist? But that was nothing. Yes she liked the feeling but it was nothing inappropriate. Her thoughts were, but that wasn’t his fault. “No you were a perfect gentlemen”

“I had my hands wrapped around your waist? Thats not…are you okay with that?” He looked at her, finally, eyebrow cocked.

“Erm…” her face burned red “Yeah that’s er…fine with me”

He smirked but his cheeks were matching hers. She cleared her throat

“So long as I’m not going to get a Diffindo to the back from Ominis, I’m good if you are.”

“Diffindo? Why would he do that?” She asked truly baffled at the direction the conversation had taken.

“You know…some guys get very protective of their partners, I’m just happy he still lets us hang out. I know I can be a bit…much with you so-“

“Woah slow down… You think me and Ominis are together?”

“Yes?” He questioned, now confused himself

“Ha! No Garreth!” She chuckled to herself at the idea.

“Oh…so Sallow?”

“No I’m not with anyone, Weasley” she laughed throwing his sock at him.

“Oh…” he looked off to nothingness, like he was connecting the dots to something in his head “OH!” He smiled “So they’re single are they?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her. She rolled her eyes so hard it almost gave her a headache.

“Please, you’d have to break them apart first before you even stood a chance with either of them”

“I think I could do it, you know. Just flash them these babies and they’d be crawling over each other to get a taste” he puffed his chest out and flexed, his biceps pushing against the fabric of his sleeves. They already fit him snug, so the addition of his flexing left the material looking strained. She made a conscious effort not to gawk at him, fusing her mouth shut in a flat straight line.

“Get over yourself, Weasley” she pushed on his arm as he continued his posing, unaware how close to the edge of the dock he sat.

With the tiniest of knocks from Maeve he went tumbling into the water, he completely disappeared as he was submerged under the water.

“Garreth!”

See…now this is why I don’t swim. That is far deeper than it looks

A second later, he remerged, soaked through. His hair lay flat against his head and face. His fingers reaching up to part his hair down the middle, her eyes met with his own, and all she could see…was murder.

“Garreth…I’m sorry” she held her hands out in surrender “I didn’t realise you were so close to the edge I-“

“You are…so dead” he said flatly, before grabbing her ankles and softly tugging her towards the edge

“NO, no Garr please…it was an accident” she begged, her hands pushing against his shoulders, desperate to keep the distance between them…and herself on the dock.

“I’m sorry it’s too late…my day is ruined so…now it’s your turn” the curl of his lip was sinister as he waded closer to the dock and yanked at her ankles.

“GarrETH!” She squealed almost with glee, her giggles taking over any annoyance she may have had. “You can’t!”

Garreth just gave her a look. His eyes screaming: You can do better than that.

“Give me exactly one good reason why I shouldn’t” he demanded, ceasing his tug of war but not releasing her ankles.

“I…soggy socks are the worst” she stated matter of factly.

“Ah…you are correct there” he said looking up at her with a twinkle in his eye.

That’s when his fingers moved slowly up her calves his thumb brushing over her shin. They crept further and further up, his body manoeuvring between her legs as he went.

Garreth stared up at her, watching her closely as his fingers followed the outline of her stockings. His smile faltered, taking his lip between his teeth in an attempt to distract himself from what he was doing.

It was a fools errand.

He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her, ignoring the way the flesh of her thighs spilled between his fingers as he readjusted her in his arms.

“Do you trust me?” he said softly, his voice husky and barely above a whisper.

“Yes…” she breathed, though right then in that moment she didn’t know why.

He was touching her unlike anyone ever had.

He was pulling her into unknown depths she knew she couldn’t recover from.

He was looking at her with eyes she couldn’t recognise but…enjoyed.

Everything screamed at her to not trust him.

But this was Garreth.

She trusted no one more.

With one achingly slow move, his hands were behind her, lifting her effortlessly into the air. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he stepped back and lowered her slowly into the water, his fingers digging into her skin.

For safety purposes, obviously

Her breath caught and she gasped as the ice cold water lapped at her legs, her giggly laughter getting ripped from her.

“You…” a shiver shoots up her spine as her body acclimatises to the temperature “…you remember I can’t swim right?”

“I remember…” he says softly “…I’ve got you”

His voice was unlike she’d ever heard it. All traces of his impish and cheeky behaviour had vanished. Like all humour and teasing had been Obliviated from him and what was left was his kind hearted nature and…something husky and low she couldn’t recognise.

Those bright emerald eyes traced down her body as he shifted her to get a better grip of her. They seemed to loiter over her for longer than necessary.

Then when he looked up he was grinning from ear to ear. The spark of Garreth seemingly returning.

“Don’t think I’d let you drown, do you?”

“Well no…but anything could be down here. You could get distracted” she teases.

“The only thing that runs the risk of distracting me down here is you” he jostled her in the water almost to prove his point. The sudden cold splash of water up her lower back, saved her from the impending blush that crept up her neck

“Besides we’ve been down here for almost three years, I’ve been down here longer and the only creatures I’ve ever seen down here is that family of toads across the way…” he tilts her in the direction of the small alcove on the opposite side to them “…though I haven’t seen them for a while” he mutters.

“Murkys’ family? Oh no I hope he’s okay” Maeve fusses, wiggling about in his arms to crane her neck towards the tiny coast.

“Murky? Of course you named it” he chastised lightly, shaking his head and laughing

“Him. He has dark purple spots on his back, male of the species” she pushes an imaginary pair of glasses up her nose and bobbles her head haughtily.

“Oh shut up…” he grins devilishly and bends his knees, lowering himself and her into the water.

Maeve screamed bloody murder at the sudden assault of water. She felt it slither down the folds of her shirt, down the back of her skirt and other places unspeakable in polite conversation.

When he lifts her back up, all the while chuckling loudly, he noticed the way her white shirt conforms to her body. He fought the urge to wrap his hands around her tiny waist, feel the course cotton of her shirt slide over her skin. Her pale skin was clearly visible under her clothes, the white addition of her shirt making her look paler, if that was even possible.

And somehow the water had agitated her perfume. Or her scent in general.

All he could smell was the subtle lavender of her hair that seemed to linger around her neck. The floral undertones of her clothes wrapped him in a warm blanket. He almost forgot he was stood in freezing water.

His senses were overloaded by her.

Her sharp gasping and laughter that shook her chest, wasn’t helping his current situation. He became suddenly very aware of where his hands were. Just a couple of inches up, a simple slide over her stockings, and his fingers would be buried within a larger more ample explanation of flesh.

Shaking his head clear of such lewd thoughts only meant when his eyes open once again, he was greeted with more…

He saw the darker divot of her belly button, the small ridges of her ribs and up to the supple curve of her…

His eyes snapped back up to face and he silently thanked Merlin that she was wrapped around his waist and not his hips…

“Now that I know I no longer need to contend with Ominis…” He whispered, looking up at her through amber lashes.

“…it’s just you that stands in my way…”

“What do you mean?” She said as her laughter from the waters assault died down.

“Me and you…we should go somewhere”

“You mean like a…” her chest grew tight.

Surely he didn’t mean…a date.

Her hands gripped his shoulders harder and she leant into him. The chuckle that left his chest now low, more like a grumble, but the curve of his lips indicated just how pleased he was with the evenings turn.

“I mean like a gold old fashioned courtly ritual m’lady.” He tips her whole body as though she were a hat, causing more giggles to topple from her lips “See if this is just friendship…or more”

“What if….” She whispered, summoning all the confidence she could “…what if I already know…that I want more”

Garreth barked one singular laugh and shook his head incredulously.

With one long stride, he waded through the water and pressed her back into the dock. His one arm reached underneath her, freeing his other to snake up her back and cup the back of her neck.

Then his lips were on her.

They were warm and soft and everything her current environment wasn’t. But that all melted away when his lips slid over hers parting slightly as he moved back towards her. Her breathe washed over him and he realised…her mouth was open too. Panting and breathing into him, moving closer to claim his lips as much he claimed hers.

When her legs tightened around him, he trusted she wouldn’t fall and pressed further into her body, his other hand joining his first to cup her cheek.

Well…didn’t trust. More like his body acted on primal instinct and he could no longer control himself.

Each of her soft curves pressed into him as he pinned her to the dock.

And when her cold fingertips graced his neck, he snapped.

A low growl rolled from his chest and he quickly gripped her thighs once more, lifting her up and back onto the dock.

She yelped softly but shuffled back, looking down at Garreth. His clothes soaked through, clung to every muscle she could have only imagine before. She now saw them, tensing and rippling as he lifted himself from the water, the droplets falling from each strand of hair and his nose.

He climbed over her, eyes dark.

“I can’t believe this whole time, there was no one stopping me from doing this…and yet I didn’t” that husky quality to his voice was back again.

“You assumed” she teased

“I did…” he admitted “…you just…spend a lot of time with them”

“I spend more time with you”

“My apologises, you make it difficult to think when I’m around you. Make the obvious a bit harder to see”

How sweet

She reached towards his chest. She wanted to feel his warm lips again, especially now out of the water, the drafty air of the One Eyed Witch Passageway now prickling her skin. As her arm looped around his neck, she shivered, violently.

Her chuckled.

“Let’s go…we should get you somewhere warm before you catch a cold” he leant back onto his knees and stood, offering her a hand to stand back up. His hand was still somehow warm. And he seemed completely unfazed by his sodden clothes.

He pulled her onto her feet and gathered their belongings, pulling her robes around her and added his own on top of that. She smiled up at him, pulling both robes around her shoulders, the red of his robes hood added a crimson under glow to her features. She looked as though she was blushing as much as she did when his hands slid up her legs. His fingers digging into-

Stop

“Come on…I’ll walk you to your common room” he whispered.

He bent to sniff at the cauldron he had half-heartedly thrown ingredients into earlier.

The almost overwhelming smell of Lavender, Various flora and HoneyDukes filled his nose, stronger than it ever had.

It was definitely her.

Always her

Masterlist

[froghat1745]

OC INTRO: Idina Black-Maccallan

Dina at 24

Dina at 15

✮ Likes ✮

▸ Potions

▸ Radiohead/Green day

▸ Flower stamping

▸ Strawberry milkshakes

▸Daisies

▸Emily Carr paintings

▸ Vanilla scented bubble bath

▸ Chocolate Hazelnut tea

꒰ dislikes ꒱

▸ History of magic class

▸ Pumpkin Juice

▸ Pansy Parkinson

▸ Open toed shoes

▸ Parsnips

▸ Classical music

▸ Quidditch boys

▸ Rain storms

▸ Harry potter

▸ Mulled Wine

❝do I hate Harry Potter? What kind of ridiculous question is that? Of course i don't hate some 12 year old kid! I mean.. maybe i think he's little selfish and entitled and self centered and air headed, maybe possibly a little overzealous if i'm being honest.. and- well- maybe I don't completely understand why the weasleys seem to faint at the sight of him and fawn over watching him eat his bloody marmalade toast at the breakfest table when they've been icing Percy out since he was 4.. but i dont hate the kid. Honest!❞ - Dina Black

꒰ hobbies ꒱

▸ Potion Making

▸ Flower printing

▸ Annotating classic literature

꒰ habits ꒱

▸ Nail biting

▸ Nose scrunching

▸ Nervous fabric pulling

꒰ Phobias ꒱

▸ Dolores Umbridge

▸ Abandonment

▸ the Dark

꒰ Boggart ꒱

▸ Dolores umbridge

꒰ mental disease(s) ꒱

▸ OCD

▸ GAD

▸ CPTSD

▸ Misophonia

▸ Depressive disorder

❝ Sometimes it can begin to feel like I'm living someone's to-do list, But I haven't quite figured out who's yet. All I know is that they need to stop adding items already cause I'm about bloody finished with all this fuss❞ - Dina Black

꒰ Physical health issues ꒱

▸ Chronic Migraines

▸ Obscurus

▸ POTS

┈─ backstory.

TW: Mentions of Abuse, Torture, Abdonment, and Death.

Born in Tunbridge Wells as the result of an unfortunate but passion filled post 1st wizarding war one night stand, to fathers, Flirty, Rebellious, and Smooth Aruor in training Sirius Orion Black (AMAB), and Inquisitive, stern, and burnt out Child Psychologist Leo George Maccallan (FTM) Dina, originally named Idina Stells Black-Maccallan, came to be.

Despite their situation, the two men tried their best to raise the girl together in what they had collected of themselves after the war, along with the money Leo made working as a child psychologist in london. The two, despite being significantly grief striken after the passing of their friends Lily Evans and James Potter, attempted to give Dina the best life possible, each coming from broken homes themselves. Leo having lost his parents at age 13 to a home break in turned murder, and having spent most of his teenage years with his abusive death eater uncle. and Sirius having been disowned at 16 by his mother and father and having couch hopped since than from place to place.

But shortly after Dina's turned 2, Sirius was arrested on suspicion of several 2nd degree murder charges in a local muggle village, in correlation with recent fraternization with the dark lord. Leo, suspecting foul play given the blurry details of Lily and James's death, decided to flee the country to Quebèc Canada in order to prioritize his own safety, where he picked back up his practice in developmental child psychology in a local muggle town called Trois-Rivières.

Unfortunately for a young, now 3 year old Dina, Leo figured the fast paced and dangerous move would be too traumatizing and decided to leave her on the doorstep of her grandmother and Leo's mother in law, Walburga Black. In the hopes the woman would agree to raise the young girl in place of her own parents. Giving Dina the opportunity to attend Hogwarts and have a semi normal life.

Reluctantly, she was welcomed into the home on the condition that Leo agreed never to send letters or attempt to get back in touch with her ever again. Leaving her raising completely up to the discretion of Orion and Walburga. Leo, fearful of the circumstances that await him or his daughter if whomever was after former members of the order found him or her, agreed. From then on, Dina was raised nurtured and mothered by her paternal grandmother, who, despite a slight aversion to Dina's half blood identity, kept up her end of the bargin, keeping Dina fed, warm, and relatively safe.

As she grew, Walburga attempted to raise a good, stern, disaplined child, as she had always hoped Sirius might be. Viewing the unfortunate nature of Leo's quick departure as an opportunity to redo her parenting challenges over again. This time successfully.

And though Dina was no slovenly family disappointment with a desire to antagonize Walburga and run off to fraternize with unlikeable people, as her father had once down in the eyes of her grandmother. She was no highborn pearly white lady. And eventually, Dina ended up in relatively the same position as Sirius. Constantly fighting her grandmother on every matter. Rather it was the style that her messy curls sat in, or the cut of her dress, down to the way she smiled in front of guests at expensive suppers.

That was of course, when she saw her grandparents, because, despite living in the house with Walburga and Orion, Dina didn't actually have any real solidified parental connections, as her grandmother was always away at pureblood charity events she wasnt premitted to attend, and her Grandfather worked a fast paced job as an accountant for the ministry that took up the majority of his time. Leaving her alone in the empty manor without even a house elf to occupy her time, and with ample time to explore the manors lush gardens full of different plants and herbs, Dina discovered she liked creating potion recipes that she documented inside a small notebook of hers with the help of dusty and outdated potions textbooks belonging to her late uncle Regulus that she had found in the attic.

Walburga, witnessing her granddaughters talent, Owl'd professor Severus Snape, the potions professor at Hogwarts, immediately. Spitting words a mile a minute about the tales of her granddaughters abilities and possible genius. demanding he tutor her ASAP to make the best of her gift. Snape, seeing potential in the girl, agreed to do so on the condition that she was truly serious about her interest in potions, as he intended to work her hard.

Thus, Dina began her mentorship under Snape, which extended to a classroom when she began her education at Hogwarts, a place full of fresher ingredients not hand picked from the comparatively measly garden of 12 grimmauld place. she spent long, tiring, and tedious days chopping, collecting, cataloging, and grinding herbs. Than as she learned to adapt to labour, eventually Snape helped her to tweak each recipe she had once comprised to be written correctly to create soild potions, than by her 3rd year, how to brew, settle, and cataloge them each properly. And before long, after successfully brewing a handy solution for stress migraines, she had written at age 10 during a sunny Saturday and distributing it to an exhausted and achey 5th year boy during his O.W.L exams. the new hot word on the street was that Dina Black was a potions prodigy. Dina quickly learned by the hand of Snape to brew more and more advanced potions. And could practically whip up anything in a matter of hours by request. Which she used to gain sutible favor with her peers, who had otherwise thought she was rather odd, being so close to Hogwarts' least favorite cranky professor. But now, people flocked to her to gain advantages from her talent, if they needed anything from a fake sickness brew, to a sleeping drought, down to a simple love potion, she guaranteed they could have it.

In the late months of her 3rd year, during a crisp rainy night walk to collect pussywillows by the black lake for a menstrual cramp potion, Dina met Percy Wealsey. Initially finding the Gryffindor head boy's pompous personality a little bit jarring as he scolded her about her late night escapades and the importance of a good night's sleep. Though it seemed Dina came around to his authoritative disposition and even found it alurring. Giving the boy a piece of sweet honeysuckle bread that had been baked for her by a hufflepuff boy in exchange for a remedy she brewed him for stinky feet, along with a smile and an offer to sit with her under the stars. And it wasn't long before the two became quick friends, no potion necessary, the two sharing a mutual understanding about the unfairness of life. And even sooner, the two became inseparable. Dina finally had a true friend in this world who didn't want her for her potions expertise. And by extension, she gained new friends through Percy's alibet small, band of misfits.

In the spring of Dina's 5th year, to her shock and eventual dispair, she recieved unfortunate news via Owl that her grandmother Walburga had passed away in her sleep from unknown causes, and her Grandfather Orion had left the country without another word to compensate for his dispair. Not even leaving a letter to Dina to suggest he cared to know how she was doing about the situation. Thus, as a minor, she became professor Snapes "problem" as the minstry put it. And guardianship of her and her subsequent very large inherentence was immediately transferred to him until her 19th birthday, when she could access the fortune her grandparents had left for her and her only living relative Nymphadora tonks, whom she'd never even met.

By the time Dina was in her 6th year, and had gained significant traction with her peers as a result of her love for Potions. Harry potter had also found and embraced his quick claim to fame, to the disdain of Dina, who hated the lad and thought he was rather selfish and entitled. And with his reign of worship, Harry brought Dolores Umbridge, a local, less than complimentary member of the ministry of magic. Who Dina discovered hated her guts with a burning passion.

Dolores made claims that Dina was, for a member of such an esteemed family, unfocused, unmotivated, unladylike, and exactly like the pathetic man who had fathered her. Umbridge's disdain for Sirius extended beyond snickering at the unfortunate nature of his arrest, shivering at the mention of his name, or even, the most average reaction as of late, which was bringing up the truth of his own hogwarts legacy. Umbridge took her hatred a step furthur, with the antagonistic torture of Dina, day in and day out. Umbridge made it her personal mission to make Dina remember her 5th year, keeping her awake into the night with back breaking dententions than publicly humiliating her in class for dozing off, crude comments about Dina's appearance, laugh, promiscuity, fashion sense, and classwork, sending her to fetch things in the muddy rain, spending weeks locked in her room without suppee, punishing her now boyfriend Percy, the school goody two shoes, for doing absolutely nothing, just to piss Dina off, and eventually subjecting her to repeated use of the blood quill on just about every surface of her body.

And as a result of all the stress and emotional repression she faced for months at a time, Dina adapted a severe obscurus, leading to a emotional and very dangerous break down in the grand hall of hogwarts, where she severely injured several of her peers and herself, which led to her eventual hospitalization at St. Mungos in May of her 6th year. Where, after her recovery 8 months later, in January of her 7th year, she was ordered to cease her mentorship with Professor Snape and focus on relieving any significantly stressful aspects of her daily routine, permanently effected by her new affliction.

As a result of her new found fear of her obscurus and of Professor Umbridge, she did not return to Hogwarts to graduate and instead took up a job as a cataloging assistant for the minstrys library, as a favor from Percy. Where she works to rebuild her strength and esteem in herself with the help of the love of her life, who supports her every step of the way. But in 1997, during the death eaters invasion of the minstry, Dina was captured by Barty Crouch Jr during a raid, where she was harshly interrogated with intense demands to disclose her biological fathers whereabouts, since his prison escape in Dina's 5th year.

There, she is subjected to traumatizing endeavors daily and spends her nights as a prisoner of both Lord voldemort and her obscurus. Transitioning between self harm caused by scrapes, scratches, rashes, brushes, cuts, and welts caused by the obscurus's desire to take over and cause debilitating insanity, and lashings, curses, busted lips, broken body parts, dehydration and starvation as a result of the death eaters cruel games for control.

After 2 years of traumatizing interrogation, she is found, albeit beaten, dirtied, and broken, during an attempt from the order to find and save her former classmate Luna Lovegood who was captured several months after Dina by Fenrir Greyback. Where Neville Longbottom, a childhood friend of hers, helps to bring Dina to the orders safe house at 12 grimmauld place where she is given room to recover from the entire ordeal under the protection of Dumbledores army. There, she finally comes face to face, thanks to a now shaken and Anti-Ministry Percy, with teary eyed news of Snapes death and the details of what he disclosed during his final moments. Including words spoken about Dina's location at Malfoy Manor and what time was best to strike and bring her to safety. However the positives of the situation may appear. Dina, in her attempt at recovery, is forced to come to terms with the reality that her mentor and father figure is gone. And did not get an opportunity to see the wars end.

Soon after, she and Percy decide, shaken up from the trauma of her long and tiresome isolation at Malfoy manor, to follow in Bill's footsteps and get married, in case something happens to one of them again before the war ends. And after a small but comforting wedding, in her childhood home of 12 grimmauld place, the two are one, and Percy Weasley becomes Percy Black.

Finally, when the war is over, and all is done. As Dina and Percy recover from the trauma of the entire experience together and catch their breath, they decide, with Percy having no desire to rekindle any connections with his family, after numerous altercations resulting in a practically nonexistent relationship, and Snape, being the closest thing Dina had left to family, having passed himself in 1998. The two decide to move to Wales into a small humble sea side house they purchase with Dina's inheritance. Where they shortly after settle down and have triplet daughters whom they name Ally, Penny, and Madeline.

Percy, having made up his mind about the ministry of magic during the last moments of the war, deciding to stay closer to home to take care of his new daughters, taking up a postion at the local library as a librarian. Dina runs, and quickly gets elected as assistant minister to newly elected Minister of magic Kingsley Shaklebolt, where she begins to assist in cleaning up the remnants of the war and helping people get back to normal.

There, she searches in the minstry archives where she discovers Leo's telephone number. And alibetly reluctantly gives him a call, hoping that finally, they can reconnect and make things right. And soon after, Leo travels to Wales to meet his granddaughters and his now 24 year old daughter. And is able to form a connection with his family. And even teach Dina about her Latina culture, his side of the family, how to cook his mothers and grandmothers traditional dishes, and how to speak Spanish. which she immediately teaches how the girls to speak.

❝I just want to know if everything is gonna be okay this time. Not even for me, for my daughter's.. I need to know that when the sun peeks out again for a moment, they won't find their eyes too teary and puffy to see beauty in a world i built for them from my own tears and pain❞ -Dina Black.

relationships. [ ] ❜៹

꒰ Father ꒱

▸ Leo maccallan

꒰ Father ꒱

▸ Sirius Black

꒰ Friends ꒱

▸ Percy Weasley

▸ Oliver Wood

▸ Neville Longbottom

▸ Lavender Brown

꒰ Partner ꒱

▸ Percy Weasley

꒰ Children ꒱

▸ Ally Black - Daughter

▸ Madeline Black - Daughter

▸ Penelope Black - Daughter

꒰ Nationality ꒱

-Welsh

꒰ Race ꒱

▸ Bi-Racial- Latina/Filipina

❝I'm more associationally Latina. I don't know how to speak spanish. I've never known how to speak spanish. My culture just feels like a messy blur to me. I know it exists because I have eyes to see I am tanner than other children, but no one seems to want to talk about it. Like it's just a thing we don't acknowledge and we don't acknowledge that we dont acknowledge it. My grandma says Spanish is the language of my other grandmother. My muggle grandmother. And thus it wouldn't be proper to learn it, like acknowledging a part of her is in me somewhere and yelling to the whole world that i am a Halfblood. Leo just up and fucking left and took all the knowledge of who i really am with him in his dumb satchel bag that night. And even Professor Snape admits, he doesn't seem interested in getting involved in my self-discovery. He claims he never paid enough attention to Leo when he spoke Spanish as a lad to teach me, and he figures it'd be a bother from my studies anyways. So I just play along with their game and just pretend i'm not Latina❞ - Dina Black

┈─ theme song(s).

(Partial creation credit to @pink-sunrise-56)

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HARRY POTTER: Life With the Malfoys

I did a series of posts long ago of the Malfoys ordering fem!Potter (Harriet) to live with them following Voldemort's return. This is what I believe would happen after the Goblet of Fire.

I don't own the series. I just love the Malfoy family! Enjoy!

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He'd fallen in love with her, but it was one-sided. Cedric Diggory, the boy who should have been the champion of the Triwizard Tournament, but it ended up being a trap. Harriet still couldn't wrap her mind around the outcome, the outcome that should have marked the greatest victory in wizarding history.

He laid next to her in the grass, his hand outstretched and stroking her cheek. His fingers were warm and gentle, a smile spread across his face as she stared at him.

"Thank you for returning me, Harriet," he told her. "Thank you for returning me to my father."

"Thank you for helping me, Cedric," she thanked him back. "You-you saved me from Voldemort."

Cedric's smile vanished. "No, Harriet. I did not rescue you. I...I died and you must wake up."

Her green eyes narrowed, confused and horrified. "W-what?"

"Wake up, Harriet," Cedric urged her. His face started to distort, the skin bending and swirling into a grotesque heap of flesh. Harriet shrieked and scrambled away as his body jerked to its hands and feet, crawling after her.

"WAKE UP, HARRIET POTTER!" Voldemort's red eyes and fangs screached, his face masking Cedric's.

"AAAAAH!" the girl wailed as she shielded her face, tumbling back as if she were re-living that awful night again and again. A distinct rattle echoed in her ears before she tumbled off something high, sprawling across a grey carpeted floor.

"Oof!" What on Earth?! Harriet hopped to her feet, her green eyes scanning the room she had no recollection of entering. Where was she? Had Dumbledore returned her to her room in Gryffindor? Oh, Ron and Hermione must be out of their minds with worry. She wanted to run into their arms, she wanted to-wait a minute.

She tucked her hair behind her ears and gazed around her. She wasn't even in Hogwarts, but a bedroom plastered with medieval decorations, lamps flickering dim orange light along with a chandelier over a queen sized bed covered with plush forest green blankets and a black wood headboard. The room was triple the size compared to hers at Number Four Privet Drive.

A chaise rested next to large, wide bay windows overlooking a vast acreage of forest, trees scattered across the land like a Bob Ross painting. Something wasn't adding up, no matter how comfortable the room was.

Things only got more confusing when she looked down at her clothes. No longer did Harriet wear the torn, shredded jeans or shirt when fighting Voldemort. A fresh set of white linen pajamas covered her, the shirt hugging her and pants ending at her bare feet. Lifting up the shirt, she noticed no scarring or fresh wounds from the attack.

Had Dumbledore sent a healer after her fight? If he had, they must have tended to her while she was sleeping. Suddenly, a fluttering of wings caught her attention.

"Hedwig!" Harriet hurried to the bay windows, noticing a familiar snowy owl just waking up from a nap. Hedwig chirped and hopped as she unlocked her cage, letting her stretch out her wings.

"Oh, you're ok," Harriet nuzzled her face against the owl's head. "Thank God you're ok!"

Hedwig cooed as she stepped back to observe her surroundings. The colors of the room, the vast space, the mixture of black and green...it reminded her of a familiar house with a serpentine name.

"Ah, you're finally awake," a feminine voice startled her. Harriet gasped and jumped around, freezing at the sight of a woman she never expected to see.

"Y-you?!" Harriet narrowed her eyes. "You-you're Draco's mother!"

Narcissa Malfoy sauntered out of the shadows, wearing the finest expensive clothing that Harriet heard only the very family could afford. Her long, blondd hair piled on top of her head in an elegant bun, her blue eyes never leaving the young Potter. She wore a form-fitting green dress with a shawl draped across her shoulders, her lips painted red as she passed Harriet toward Hedwig's cage.

"My husband's spell wore off," she mused as she reached for the snowy owl. Hedwig squaked and flapped her wings as the Malfoy matriarch offered her a treat.

"What a sweet owl," Narcissa smiled, stroking her head. Hedwig nuzzled her hand and closed her eyes. "Such beautiful wings, too."

"Why are you here?" demanded Harriet. "Where am I?"

Narcissa closed the door to Hedwig's cage. "You are in Malfoy Manor, dear. My family brought you here after that heinous battle with You-Know-Who."

Harriet's mind flashed to the events as if re-watching a movie. The cup, the Death Eaters, Voldemort's attack! She didn't know what happened after that, but now, everything made sense.

"You were in hysteria," Narcissa continued. "Poor thing. Our healer told us it at least be another week before-"

The woman's eyes flashed to a spark of white light forming in Harriet's hand. The girl held her wand out in front of her, glaring daggers as if she were some kind of angry predator. Narcissa's shoulders dropped as she sighed.

"Why did you take me?" Harriet demanded. "What have you done?!"

Narcissa crossed her arms. "Now, Ms. Potter, there's no need to get defensive."

"Let me go," she didn't relent. "I'm not staying here another minute!"

She didn't wait for Narcissa to respond, sprinting toward the bedroom door. Her bare feet slapped against the floor as she turned the knob and flung it open. Before she could make her escape, she bumped into a hard, rock solid chest, dropping her wand.

"Agh!" Harriet stumbled back as another familiar face entered the room. His skin was a few shades paler, his grey eyes widening when he felt her collide with his chest.

"Harriet, goodness!" Draco caught her in his arms before she fell. "You're ok, you're ok."

Blinking, she felt his arms around her waist. More images swirled in her mind: the Yule Ball, their dance, that surprise kiss he stole from her...and now he held her again. Frowning her brows, she grabbed his wrists and tugged herself free, shoving him back.

"Don't. Ever. Touch. Me. Again."

The enunciated words sent a chill down Draco's spine. The hatred in her green eyes, the reflection of her glasses...she remembered everything. His shoulders slunk as he walked toward her, but she seemed to take three more steps back.

"Harriet, please listen," the young Malfoy pleaded. "I'm not here to hurt you. Not again."

Not again. Harriet flinched as she grabbed her wand and pointed it at him.

"I don't care about the past! I can forgive you for that, but not the Yule Ball!"

"What?" Narcissa's eyes widened at this.

He bit his bottom lip and avoided his mother's gaze, even as his father walked inside. Lucius was wearing his usual royal black wizard robes, his long blonde hair cascading down his shoulders.

"Oh, my," he noticed Harriet pointing her wand at his son. "Is that any way to thank us for our hospitality, my dear?"

Harriet ignored him and kept her eyes on Draco. "That should have been my moment, Draco. You ruined everything! How could you make a fool out of me by stealing my first kiss?!"

Silence. Narcissa gasped, and Draco winced, the guilt breaking his heart even more.

"Draco," his mother glared at him. "What does she mean?"

"It was never meant to embarrass you," Draco desperately answered. "I didn't know, Harriet, I truly didn't know!"

"You make me sick," Harriet laughed bitterly. "You're just as awful as the rest of those Slytherin bastards. I hate you, Draco Malfoy, I HATE YOU!"

She shoved past the family and bolted out of the room, slamming the door. The echo startled Hedwig, making her cage rattle.

Narcissa crossed her arms. "Explain. NOW."

~~~

"Expecto Patronum!" Harriet waved her wand and a familar stag shot out in a wave of blue light. It pranced through the evening air, bucking its horns and kicking its back legs. Harriet stood on the porch of Malfoy Manor, watching her Patronus stop in front of her.

She reached to touch it, her fingers gliding through it like air. The stag reared its front legs and pranced off, disappearing in a flash of stars. Harriet tucked her hands in the arms of her shirt, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Harriet?"

Harriet turned around and saw, much to her surprise, Lucius walking toward her.

"What do you want?" she was too exhausted to argue. "Please, just leave me alone."

"I'm afraid not, my dear," Lucius stepped beside her. "You need to understand why you're here."

Harriet's ears perked at his voice. That voice was so familiar, it sounded like the same one that belonged to the person who took her out of the arena when she returned with Cedric's body.

"It was you, wasn't it?" she asked carefully. "You took me out of the arena."

"I had to get you out," explained Lucius. "It wasn't safe, Harriet. It was the diversion we needed to get you to the mansion."

"Why bring me here?" Harriet's self-embrace tightened. "Why not just let Dumbledore take care of me?"

"And have him send you back to that awful Muggle family of yours?" Lucius scowled at the thought of those awful Dursleys having her in that house for another summer.

"They're-they're not..."

Oh, who the Hell was she kidding? The Dursleys were her only living relatives, but they treated her more like a punching bag rather than their niece.

"You will be safe here," Lucius tapped his cane on the wood porch. "I managed to pull a few strings within the Ministry, and from now on, you will be spending the remaining summers here."

Her neart nearly stopped at those words. Spending summers, the season she actually had no school, the season she could see Ron and Hermione freely whenever she wanted, at MALFOY MANOR?! No, no, no! Absolutely not.

"Dumbledore will never allow it," she tried keeping her voice neutral. "Just like I won't."

Lucius chuckled, amused by the little Potter's defiance. "Well that's going to be hard considering he was the one who approved it."

"WHAT?!" Harriet shrieked. "He wouldn't sink that low! I know him, he-"

"Ms. Potter," Lucius grew quite annoyed. "Stop talking, please."

Harriet remained fuming in silence. Dumbledore pulled another move without her knowledge again?! He was already keeping so much from her.

"Voldemort is after you," Lucius continued. "You're vulnerable to his attacks. We can keep you safe, my dear. Trust us, we are only looking out for you."

"Are you?" Harriet's tone lowered, still full of anger. "Because your son has made a fool of me ever since my acceptance into Hogwarts."

Lucius chuckled. "It was actually Lucius who wanted you here."

Harriet's brows shot up in surprise. From their first meeting, she was not receptive of Lucius at all. He was worse than Draco in arrogance, and her point was proven correct when he and Arthur fought in Flourish and Blotts. Hearing him say his son, his own son, wanted Harriet in Malfoy Manor, that was worth a belly laugh.

Lucius frowned, wondering why this peculiar child was laughing at his perfectly laudible explanation. During the tournament, Draco went to his parents, begging them to do something to help Harriet.

"Voldemort won't stop until she's dead," he told them. "We've already infiltrated the Death Eaters, but it's not enough. She can't stay with those awful Dursleys, they'll tear her apart!"

"Draco has a point, Lucius," his mother agreed. "The protection spell has worn off, and he can harm the girl."

"Perhaps you are right, love," their reasons were strong. "I just want to know, Draco. Why do you want to help Ms. Potter?"

"Because..." Draco couldn't tell them about his feelings. Whatever he felt for her, it became real at the Yule Ball. He didn't kiss her to bully her, he kissed her because it was time to act on his desire for her. Unfortunately, it'd all gone terribly wrong. He hurt her, broke her heart, and was met with a slap in the face.

He never meant to upset her so much. "Because she deserves to be in Hogwarts, Father. It sounds foolish, but I've seen what she can do, and if we lose her so soon, we'll never end the Dark Lord's war."

That was enough to sway him, even if he revolted the idea of a Potter in Malfoy Manor.

"You're serious?" Hariette frowned when she noticed he wasn't laughing with her.

"Why do you think I brought you here, girl?" Lucius asked sarcastically. "You're not here for another tournament."

Sighing, Hariette's shoulders finally relaxed, though her mind was still racing with fear of the unknown. If Draco really did vouch to his parents to keep her here, away from her old life on Privet Drive, she'd cross the threshold when she had the energy.

"I guess..." she turned toward the door. "That makes sense, but it doesn't change what he did."

Lucius remained silent. "Your son hurt me, Mr. Malfoy. What he took, I can never get back. Don't expect misplaced gratitude, because if it were up to me, I'd run far away from here."

With those words, she left the Malfoy patriarch standing on the porch, walking back in the house. She entered the large foyer when she noticed Draco standing in front of her.

"Harriet," he tried speaking again. "I-"

"Draco, please...don't," Harriet softly stopped him. "I'm not in the mood. Not tonight."

Still, Draco stopped her as she tried to bypass him. She didn't flinch when he touched her arm, his fingers gently gripping her elbow.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I want you to know that kiss was supposed to be real. I really thought I was helping you see my true feelings, Harriet. I swear, I never meant for you to interpret it that way. I know now it was a terrible move on my part, and I'll forever regret hurting you."

His apology had Harriet fighting off another surge of tears. "If you were trying to tell me this, why at the ball? That was my dance with Ron, and you treated it like a show."

She backed away from him as he released her arm. "Every time I look at you, it's like the tournament all over again. The kiss, the cup...Cedric dying."

Those words hovered over her as she sniffeled. "Your father told me you want me here, but what if he's lying? I only know he's even more arrogant than you, and that's just from our first meeting!"

Draco flinched at her words but she continued on.

"I can't do this," Harriet narrowed her eyes. "I want to forgive you, but it's so painful being around you right now, Draco. I-I need space."

She hurried off before he could stop her, disappearing down the hall without another glance.

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The Wizard and the Hopping Pot

The Wizard and the Hopping Pot https://ift.tt/jhPfpAO by AmethystMoons This is a short scene in a short fic idea I have. PLEASE NOTE: This is not a full story so it may feel incomplete... because it is lol. In this scene, Draco is trying to figure out a way to tell Hermione something important. Something that she should probably already know but for some reason, she doesn't. It's told in Hermione's POV. At some point, I will post the full story, I already have most of it plotted out, I'm just not sure exactly when I'll get a chance to write it all out. Words: 1486, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Fluff, Established Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Married Life, Moving, Book: The Tales of Beedle the Bard, Facebook: Dramione Fanfiction Writers, Dramione Fanfiction Writers's Deal or No Deal Challenges 2024, Drabble, Unreliable Narrator via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/Cn48rJZ September 01, 2024 at 05:57AM

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🍹🦦 Otters Fizzy Orange Juice 🦦🍹is found in Weasley's Wizard Wheezes but it's also an appetizing drink sold in Universal Studio's Leaky Cauldron and Hopping Pot. I really love this design.

Note for size reference that the side of the squared label measures 2.5 in. aprox.

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I love his voice and it is better as he tell me for folktale 😻🐣🍼☕🍭🥞🍫🍰🍬🐦

Source: @missivesmanaged on tiktok. Thank you sweety 🐣🍬🐝🍧🍨🍦