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why are you not coming back

Lack of motivation, time, and enjoyment

Not as into HP as I was before also 😓😓

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Hey are you coming back to finish the fic

Probably not…😭 sorry guys

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Accursed in the Lake’s Depths

Chapter 5 : Trouble with the Caretaker

Harry J. Potter / reader

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      After quietly shutting the door to Dumbledore’s office, you were now freshly reminded of just how boring meetings were; especially when it talks about academics.  But with that out of the way, everything is now sorted..–well..mostly!  For now you just want to familiarise yourself once more with Hogwarts.  Maybe starting with where the classes are would be a good idea—wait, no.  You need to start with freshening up, that's what!  You reek of the Black Lake, and needless to say that wasn't exactly the best thing in the world.  Far from desirable actually.  

      There has never been a mention of a house’s common room being relocated from what you remember, and they would never do that..yeah they wouldn't–else that would be dumb.  Very, very dumb..hey nobody knows this but you are actually pleading very passionately right now with whatever higher power there was–that nothing had changed, regarding the common rooms in the past few years.  They couldn't forsake you like this.  Surely Not.

      A wooden, circle shaped door stood in front of you, oddly resembling the top of a barrel somewhat.  This was the door that you had greeted every morning and every night back then, and now you would return to that routine.  You missed it, and it was calling your name.  To the side were stacks of wooden barrels, all containing vinegar–probably.  ‘Ok!  Right then so..the correct barrel would be the middle barrel, second from the bottom.  If I recall correctly that is..here's to hoping.’ The barrel in front of you looked oddly menacing as of now, for good reason though.  You’d rather not smell of dirty water and vinegar right now.  Thump, thump—thump thump thump (Hel-ga, Huf-fle-puff).  Your eyes were shut tightly as you stood there expecting either the sound of triumph (the sound of wood shuffling around) or the sound of defeat (vinegar straight into your face).  Ok..so..great news, nothing smells of vinegar just yet!  Taking a small peek at the door, you watched as it did absolutely nothing.

      Until it did.  And the sound of wood sliding against each other mixed with the creaking of the old wooden boards has never sounded better.  Quite the loud sigh you let out there huh.  Walking up to the now open door, you were greeted by woody and earthy scents.  You could feel a dumb smile form on your face, because of relief or nostalgia you weren't sure.  You were finally back to the place you fondly called home.  Nothing could beat the cosy atmosphere of the Hufflepuff common room, and you would bet your life savings on that.  

      Right, you were still filthy.  And so your eyes make a sudden beeline for the corridor that leads to the girls dormitories.  And we are off to the showers!  The elves work quick right?  Surely fitting another student into a dorm wouldn't be all too hard.  And right you were, after finding the 4th year dorms you searched the plaques beside each door for your name, quietly mumbling the names listed.  ‘Banks…Pittman…May…Fawley–Fawley!  Finally..thank Helga.’ 

      Slowly pushing open the door, sunlight spilled right out of the room–it was a strong golden colour, it must be mid afternoon then, around three to four maybe.  The dorm was very clearly lived in; two of the four beds had messy blankets and misplaced pillows.  The third bed looked clean and well kept, clearly whoever slept in it made their bed with care–evident by the complete lack of creases on the sheets.  Lastly, the fourth bed–your bed.  It was clean, but not in the same way as the third bed, more of the ‘unused’ way.  Other than the standard yellow blanket, and white sheets and pillows—it was very much bare.  And you were glad to change that.  But you can't dive head first into the clean sheets, not right now, no.  Not when you were akin to a rat in terms of hygiene.  You had no belongings with you anyways, so you could go straight to the showers!  Perks of losing absolutely everything you owned due to imprisonment.

      After a long and thorough shower:

      You felt..great.  The smell of strawberries flooded the bathroom that you just exited.  You felt like the cleanest person in the world.  Like you had just showered after the world’s most intense quidditch game.  Like showering after digging a whole burrow by hand.  The thought of a freshly bathed dog hit you and it was a perfect description.  Your hair felt so bouncy and full of life, your skin felt the smoothest its ever felt, the new uniform you had on felt and smelt so amazing (the elves do indeed work quick).

      The previous paragraph may have been a gross overstatement, an unreachable fantasy, but it felt like the truth okay–and that was all that mattered right now.  Straightening your tie, you got ready to tick off the next item in your mental bucket list: exploring Hogwarts.

      The great hall was your choice for the starting point, mostly because it’s the only place you strongly remember, but hush about that yeah?  You thought that to decide on a way to properly cover all locations without skipping over one would be fruitless considering the sheer side of Hogwarts, so you settled for wandering around aimlessly instead.  

      For Merlin's sake.  Who even is this guy?  Hasn’t even been that long and you're already in trouble, well done!  You couldn't even find the words to try and defend yourself due to this..you don't even know what his job is, actually.  Whatever the case is, this guy keeps raving on about how students nowadays are such great ‘headache inducers’, or whatnot.  Regardless, it entered one ear and out the other, and even if you did manage a word, you would probably still end up in this musty old room he calls an office anyways.  

      “Hufflepuff eh?  Pomona would be glad to hear about one of her students running amok..”

      Dear Helga..“Uh..excuse me sir but–”

      “Zip it!  No excuses can get you out of this one girl!”

      He didn't need to utter a word for you to know that he was mentally begging Merlin to work his magic or something. Work his magic so that you get a heavy punishment that is.  You could hear quiet mutterings from the man, who was currently hunched over his table writing a letter to Helga knows who.  You watched as a cat jumped to his side and grabbed the letter in its mouth, presumably to deliver it.  Oh dear..

A/N: I got writers block this early on pray for me

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Accursed in the Lake’s Depths

Chapter 4.2 : Discussions with Dumbledore

Harry J. Potter / reader

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      From the other side of the door, you could hear a muffled voice: “Come in,” the voice clearly belonged to none other than Albus Dumbledore.  Pushing open the heavy, wooden door, you were greeted by three large stone arches.  Above the arches were the portraits of previous Hogwarts headmasters, in the middle of the room was a circular table full of antiques and gadgets, and on the left and right of the room were shelves full of books and artefacts of what not; whatever they were, they looked important.  The arches led into another room, a room that featured a wooden desk right in the centre. It was full of clutter such as: ink pots, quills, parchment, letters, books, and other items that you couldn't put a name to no matter how hard you tried.

      But it was the person who sat in the chair behind the desk that mattered the most right now: Albus Dumbledore.  He was staring at you, his face calm and serene, and a soft smile graced his face.  “Good evening professor–sorry excuse me–headmaster.” You made sure to greet him first, hoping that it conveyed your respect to him.  “Good day to you too Ms. Fawley..ah it has been quite some time indeed, since we last met of course.  But that is not why you are here, I hope we both understand that?” “Yes of course.”  “Even though you invited me headmaster, I do hope that we can discuss what..what exactly happened.  And also what we’ll do next as ah–as a response.” “I do think that you will be glad to find that we have the same goal here, Ms. Fawley.”

      “Let us start then, yes?  Harry potter—I do hope you know him?” Dumbledore immediately got to the point, “Yeah, I know him.” you replied.  “Very well, Harry Potter has freed you from your temporary stay in the Black Lake.  Now, I must ask, do you wish to return?  Or do you wish to stay where you are right now?” He is asking a lot of questions..rightfully so honestly.  “I want to stay.  I remember our discussion regarding the reason behind my..imprisonment very vividly–don't get me wrong, headmaster.  But, as of now, my decision since then has changed and I wish to stay above the water’s surface.” Freedom has been feeling so good, there's no way you would throw that away right now, you would choose freedom over safety any day.  “Understood.  I do hope you know the risks that come with that decision Ms. Fawley..” 

      You nodded in response.  You knew very well the risks.  You’ve been keeping up with the recent news after all.  Through plenty of different wizards sent by Dumbledore to you, you knew all about what happened with Tom Riddle, now known as Voldemort.  During your stay in the Black Lake, your consciousness had merged with the water, even though your physical body was inactive and unmoving, your consciousness was very much awake.  It felt as if your hearing had expanded its reach to wherever the Black Lake touched.  And thankfully Dippet and Dumbledore encouraged the students to hangout near the lake more..

      But regarding the risks: during a past meeting, before your imprisonment, you were warned of the possibility that Riddle may try to hunt you down as a way to rid off any possible assets that Dumbledore could use.

      “Alright.  For now, let us sort out your school-related matters.  You of course, as I take it, will now continue your education at Hogwarts where you left off, yes?” Oh dear..you were now rethinking your past sentiment of missing lessons as soon as he said that.  “That is right, yeah..” Hopefully the new teachers aren't that harsh.  “That can be arranged then.  You still remember your house then I hope?”

      You simply nod, how could you forget?  You found a lot of yourself in Hufflepuff qualities, you could never forget.  You embody the Hufflepuff qualities a little too much, which also caused this whole thing..if only you weren't such a sucker for fairness.

      “I’ll be sure to inform the elves to prepare a few new sets for you then.  I’ll hold a meeting with the faculty regarding your classes, rest assured they will have no problem fitting you into the rest of your fellow 4th year Hufflepuffs.  You will need to choose an elective though, unless you wish to stick to your original selection.”  Right, electives..what were your old ones again?  Arithmancy and…muggle studies was it?  “I’d like to think over my electives please.” You muttered a thank you when he handed over a list of the elective subjects, skimming through it, 2 subjects caught your eye.  Divination and Care of Magical Creatures.  Runes seemed like too much work, and you wanted to try something new.  Care of magical creatures seems fun, and divination..er–it was definitely somewhat interesting.  Whatever, all you could do is hope that the teachers make it bearable..Merlin please.

A/N: theres still some things to be elaborated on but ill get to it in the future..dont want to think abt that rn 😭😭 : also, I promise you I didnt want to pick the same subjects as Harry and Ron but from a student's standpoint divination and CoMC was seriously the best choices apart from muggle studies

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Accursed in the Lake’s Depths

Chapter 4.1 : Navigate Through Hogwarts

Harry J. Potter / reader

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      10 minutes in and you were already regretting joining the three of them on their walk to the great hall.  It had nothing to do with them as people of course, in fact their company was much enjoyed by you!  But also in the midst of getting to know Ron and Hermione’s names, and savouring your newfound freedom, you forgot about how you were still in your uniform from..give or take, 50 years ago!  How pleasant.  And it reeked of the smell of lake water too; the Black Lake didn’t exactly smell the greatest.  You still had an appetite, yes, but you also valued your comfort (you kept getting stared at, and needless to say it was not at all pleasant.)

      By the time you rocked up the courage to speak up about excusing yourself for a moment, you found yourself in front of the all too familiar great hall.  And wow was it magnificent; you’ve been here plenty in the past but it feels as if you're a first year once again.  Despite this you had first of all: a long overdue change of clothes (and a shower to be frank), and secondly: a very important meeting to attend.  You can wait until later to reminisce about the past, but your other plans?  They simply could not wait.  And so wait they did not, “Hey–uhm, sorry but would you all mind if I excused myself for a while?”

      Hermione instantly responded, which you were eternally grateful for. “Oh of course not—if you need to find us in the future you can ask for us in the gryffindor common room, or maybe the great hall, and I’m regularly in the library myself; don't know about what those two” She gestured to Ron and Harry, “get off to while i'm in there though.” “What's that supposed to mean?” Ron had taken offence to her statement, but you think it's just in a friendly manner, it didn't take much to realise that their banter was mostly just for fun and games.  “Hm..nothing.  It means nothing!” Hermione playfully had her chin in the air, faced away from us, and started to make her way into the great hall.  Hermione wouldn’t say it to any of their faces, but that girl..Fawley..she found herself increasingly more interested and suspicious of her.

      “That little..” After calming himself slightly, he turned his head away from Hermione and on to you.  “Right then, we’ll see you later then yeah?  After lunch we’ll all probably be in class, so have fun tryna find us then.” He looked to Harry after he spoke, he had an expectant look on his face; waiting for Harry to say his goodbyes so they could find Hermione in the great hall together.  Harry got the cue: “Yeah, what Ron said, hope to see you soon Y/N.” he offered you a small smile right after.  Right after, they then turned around, and made their way into the great hall.  You also just realised that Harry was still in his champion robes, but that's besides the point.  Now that you were left alone, you could feel yourself relax slightly.  Now here comes the biggest challenge..just how well do you remember the layout of Hogwarts?

      Not very well you’ve noticed.  And running into Peeves wasn't the best case scenario right now, not when he keeps trying to hit you with water balloons, Helga how long has he been doing that?  You could vividly remember getting drenched in water even back then; you kinda miss it.  But anyways, you end up, for a lack of a better term, bumping into the Fat Friar.  Who right now, was your saving grace.  You asked for directions on where Dumbledore’s office was and how to get there, and thankfully he offered to lead you there himself.

      Finally!  You made it to his office after running up a few flights of stairs, then taking your time with the last few, for obvious reasons.  Anddd..!  For goodness sake, you forgot about asking for the password..Merlin.  You don't know any of the previous passwords, so you can't even look for a pattern..could you knock?  But on what?  Maybe the gargoyle speaks!  Wouldn't hurt.. “Good..evening–uhm–dear Helga what has my life come to..” Nothing.  It just stood there, as still as..stone; how great!  “Professor Dumbledore..if you could hear me..please-” Suddenly the gargoyle started to turn and rise, and it was revealed that the floor tiles were actually stone steps that made up a spiral staircase.  Huh, maybe he could hear you.  Anyways, you quickly stepped onto one of the stairs as it moved upwards, and soon enough you found yourself facing a large, wooden door, with two fires lit either side of it.  Making use of the metal knocker on the door, you knocked; and loudly at that, that metal was heavy!

A/N: was gonna fit the whole of chapter 4 into 1 post but it looked wayy too long

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Accursed in the Lake’s Depths

Chapter 3 : Fawley? F-A-W-L-E-Y?

Harry J. Potter / reader

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      “Attention everyone!” It was Bagman speaking again “It has been decided that the judges will be needing more time to discuss the scores, due to uh..special circumstances”. By now it was crystal clear that Harry had indeed saved the completely wrong person, and needless to say Harry has freed you but at the cost of derailing this whole thing slightly; he also gave Karkaroff more of a reason to hate him. 

      “Everyone is free to leave the venue now, and lunch will be served at the great hall shortly after!”.  Everyone had started to make their way to the great hall after Bagman announced this, it seems that the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons champions had made their way to their respective headmasters' side.  Cedric had been joined by his friends, much like Harry, and so he made his leave.  Leaving you, Harry, Hermione, and Ron alone..well mostly alone, there were still some stranglers staying behind but whatever.  

      By now you and Harry were fully dry (Harry more so than you thanks to Hermione);  you found yourself standing awkwardly in front of the trio as they were still caught up in their own bickering.  Finally, Harry remembered your existence, and offered you an apologetic (and awkward) smile as he tried to divert the attention over to you.  “Guys–guys!” Harry’s sudden loudness elicited silence from the two of his friends.  

      “There's still another person here..” Slowly, they turned around from Harry and faced you, as they originally had their backs turned from you.  Awkward silence took over the group as Ron and Hermione had a silent fight on who was going to speak first, thankfully Harry got the message and broke the ice. “This is Y/N, Y/N Fawley.” Harry spoke, you could clearly see the gratefulness reflected in his two friends’ eyes.  “Right then, nice to meet you Y/N.  I'm Ron Weasley—blimey it feels odd to introduce myself for once..anyways, that's-” 

      “Fawley?  Like, F-A-W-L-E-Y, Fawley?  Wow..how interesting..and your name is Y/N?  That's a bit odd.” said the girl, you knew her name from when students around the lake would gossip but anyways, “Yeah..uhm sorry that it's a weird name..I guess?” despite it not being in your control, you couldn't help the apology that rolled out on instinct, people pleaser and all that.  “Oh!  No no, I don't mean it like that at all, but it's just that you disappeared from Hogwarts grounds ages ago, as in like, 50 years ago!  In fact you are thought of to be the ‘lady of the lake’, though I guess lady wouldn't be an accurate title considering your age..been debating that topic with my roommates for ages!  Anyways, is it true that you helped open the chamber of secrets?  Or is that just completely false?” 

      It was clear that she was rearing to ask more questions but took a moment to breathe.  You weren't used to being questioned like this but then again, all those assignments Slughorn used to assign that required everyone to start interviewing each other on the usefulness of anecdotes was helping..kinda.  Anywho, you heard Ron interrupt her little ramble, “Oh come off it, you can't tell me to stop ‘overwhelming’ Harry if you're just gonna go ahead and do this!” her ears went pink.  

      You tried to help her case by saying that you, truly, didn't mind one bit, but you found that she already made a rebuttal, “Hmph.  I’ll just save the questions for later then!  By the way, my name is Hermione Granger.  I hope to be great friends with you, seeing as you know the value of information gathering!  Unlike someone here..” truth be told you don't really know the value of ‘information gathering’ but right now you just needed a few friends to help you catch up on what you missed in these past..50 years was it?  

      “Y..Yeah!  I’d like to be friends too..Hermione.” You slightly smiled at her, and your cheeks were a bit pink.  ‘Dear Helga, being isolated from others really does things to you!  And Merlin’s beard, 50 years?  50 years have passed..all my friends, everyone I knew..they would be gone by now surely..’ you thought, it was depressing to think about really, the thought that all your old friends would be..well–old now.  And here you are, still physically and mentally 14.  It's as if time had stopped for you, but you must move on for now.  You will give that topic some more thought another time.

      “Great, now if that's all sorted can we go eat lunch now, I'm as hungry as one gets.” Ok well, now you felt a bit bad because of how long introductions took, but anywho he was right.  And frankly you started to miss sitting in the great hall, Helga this is making you realise just how much you took freedom for granted.  “Agreed..the quicker we get there the better.” And so the group of 4 made their journey to the great hall.  Guess you’ll just wait until after lunch to talk with Dumbledore.

A/N: ill have to move the meeting to the fourth chapter😔

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Accursed in the Lake’s Depths

Chapter 2.2 : Thanks & Introductions

Harry J. Potter / reader

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    For a moment, neither party uttered a word–needless to say embarrassment was very potent in the air.  “Er—..hi.” Harry winced slightly at how awkward he sounded, you replied with a hello of your own.  “Sorry, let me uh–put you down, not in that way—” a loud sigh “Merlin, you know what I mean..” defeat was evident in his voice as he spoke, didn't take a genius to notice it. 

      Considering all the heroic and brave stories you have heard about this boy, the nervous and awkward tone he used when he spoke wasn't at all expected; but then again he is just a regular teenage boy, not some kid with a mind that lived a thousand years.  He helped you get on your feet again, keeping a gentle grip on your shoulder.  You were thankful for that though, standing upright on your own two feet felt awkward and unfamiliar after all those years (you lost count, keeping track of time wasn't exactly your priority), your hands flew to his shoulder when you stumbled slightly.  

    Finding the situation a tad bit awkward, you attempted to make some much needed conversation “Thanks for saving me..uhm, what's your name?” your voice sounded like you just woke up, which in a way you did; you knew damn well what his name was, but if you immediately referred to him by his first name or his name in general it might’ve come off as a tad bit creepy…maybe you could’ve played it off as just knowing him because he was so popular? 

      “My name?  Right, sorry—it's Harry.  Harry Potter.  Uh..you?” the two of you were slowly making progress, walking slowly along the lakeside.  Your legs felt like jelly, and it took everything in you to not fall to your knees—damn you Dumbledore for charming me to be unable to move for all those years..interrupting your own thoughts, you mustered a reply. “I'm Y/N Fawley.  Sorry for the trouble, I’ve been there a while and I’m a bit disorientated..” ‘A while’ wasn’t accurate in the slightest bit, but I dont think he'd like to know that firstly, he didn't do the task right after all that work, and secondly, you have been stuck there since the times where Professor Dippet was still headmaster.  

    “Oh no worries, I don't mind.  Been through worse n’ all..” His tone was quiet in the last sentence–but you heard it anyway, and you knew very well what he meant by that, so you took his tone as a sign to not reply.  After a while of you two walking, the sight of the stands could be seen once more, much to Harry’s relief. 

      “You're way over the time limit Harry, most the judges are very worried right now..especially Professor Dumbledore.” You’ve been hearing the panicked voices of everyone ever since Harry struggled to pull you up to the surface, if you told that detail to Harry he might’ve found you suspicious though.  “Is that right?" For some reason he didn't question how I knew that.  "Godric, sorry I know you can't walk that well right now, but can we please hurry.” His tone is urgent and despite him sounding nice about it you knew that deep inside he wanted to just start dragging you to the stands.  “Yeah, let's go, I can manage to run.”

      And off they ran.  Finally, after decades, you ran–and it felt amazing.  If you were to cast the patronus charm right now, it would be the most brilliant patronus you will ever cast in your life.  You and Harry had reached the stands, the sound of heavy steps being taken against the mud turned heads, and after that Harry was immediately surrounded by two of his closest friends: Ron and Hermione. 

      “Blimey Harry!  Where'd you go?  The teachers were all so worried, especially Professor McGonagall, you won't believe how panicked she looked when you went 15 minutes over-” Ron was cut off. “15 minutes?  What D'you mean?  How long was I overtime?” Harry immediately questioned him about that detail, seems he's more focused on how well he did on the task rather than how worried others got huh. 

      “Must’ve been around 30 minu–” “Ron!  Stop stressing Harry!  He just got back, you absolute git!  Have some sympathy-” “Oh come on ‘mione, I’m sure Harry wants to know what happened!” “Actually I do–” Harry was cut off by Hermione shoving a towel over his head,  clearly they were close: the spontaneous bickering and constant interruptions between the three of them was enough proof. 

      Professor Dumbledore had made his way to Harry amidst the squabble, making his way through the crowd with ease.  His face was calm and serene, as if nothing that was happening right now was bothering him, and that was probably the truth too.  Glancing at you and Harry, he only asked that you (you alone) visit him in his office as soon as possible.  And frankly you wanted to attend that meeting right now, but his words clearly implied whenever the both of you were free.

A/N: hope this was ok ^^ not sure if I like it, and hopefully I can explain some of the odd things soon, most likely during the meeting between u & dumble :-)

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Accursed in the Lake’s Depths

Chapter 2.1 : The Taste of Freedom

Harry J. Potter / reader

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      It was sweet: freedom.  You were finally free.  Conscious from the moment Bagman was busy hyping up the audience, you were free.  Potter was it? Was that your saviour's name?  Well, at least that's what the gruff voice owned by Potter’s professor told you.  It doesn't take much to visualise what he looked like though, not when you could hear the voices of students constantly murmuring about a person who defeated Voldemort as a mere baby…and the occasional voice gushing over his looks; their shrill voice still haunts you to this day, you can feel your ears ring at the thought of it.  

     You heard of only two Potters during your time in the lake, but you guessed this one to be Harry Potter–the boy who lived, youngest seeker in a century, the boy who speaks parseltongue, the boy who saved a 1st year girl while in his 2nd year, the boy who passed out due to a dementor, among other things.  If you were to list all the things you've heard about the boy you'd be talking for 40 minutes minimum.  But now, you know him as the boy who freed you from your temporary prison. 

      As much as Professor Dumbledore reasoned to Dippet that they should keep you here for the safety of your well being instead of as a punishment, they could not deny how this was nothing short of a prison.  But between the choice of being sent to Azkaban and being branded as a 14 year old criminal, and being temporarily held prisoner in the Black Lake, this might’ve been the better option...just by a bit (if you squint). 

      You knew fully well that you had regained control over your body ever since Harry had pulled your body out of the water, but for some reason your brain told you that playing dead was the way to go.  To be frank, you could feel the obvious feeling of sorry for the boy as he carried you around princess style (also known as bridal style*). 

      It wasn't clear if he was struggling to carry you but regardless if he struggled or not you still felt bad.  He is sufficient in magic, you know that, but for some reason he doesn't think to use it–or maybe he didn't feel like it.  Whatever the case is, you don't know.

     You wanted, no, needed to move.  Needed to stretch your muscles, to move again, to recall how to walk again, to wave your wand like you used to, to run around freely.  For once you missed your lessons.  You were shy, and if you started an act, you struggled to stop playing the part.  But right now?  All you yearned for right now was to feel the feeling of movement once again. 

      And so you shoved that part of you, the part of you who couldn't break an act, away for now, and opened your eyes wide.  This..Wow; the sky was so blue and vibrant..after all those years being stuck there in the Black Lake, you started to forget the common sights you used to take for granted.  Opening your eyes has never felt so good.  

      You shifted your eyes to stare at the boy who is currently carrying you, your eyes were also no longer wide open, instead they were relaxed.  You don't think he noticed how you were now awake; his eyes looked unfocused, he's probably just in deep thought. 

      Your arms were crossed and laid neatly on your stomach, your legs dangled freely; to catch his attention, you reached your hand out to poke his neck–no one likes being poked in the neck right?  Regardless of your reasonings it worked as he jumped a bit at the feeling and whipped his head in your direction.

A/N: Finally able to write 2nd POV for reader, also is the spacing weird? During the editing phase I split my paragraphs into two, but I dont know if it looks better or worse, thoughts?

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Accursed in the Lake’s Depths

Chapter 1.3 : An Odd Discovery

Harry J. Potter / reader

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      Harry swam through the thick seaweeds,  using them to hide himself from the merpeople guarding the supposed task.  When he finally found the clue, thanks to Cedric’s help, he certainly didn’t expect to have to search the Black Lake for something dear to him.

      “Blimey, I can't see anything here..it’s only the second task and im struggling already.  Godric, just how hard will the third task be?” he thought.  Though maybe the dragons were enough of a warning.

      Finally reaching a clearing in the seaweeds, what he found was definitely not expected…

      The fogginess of the water dissipated, and a young girl could be clearly seen.  Around Harry’s age, no older than 14 surely.  Was this who he needed to save?  But then the clue wouldn’t make sense now would it, as this girl is for sure unknown to him.  Much less dear to him.

      Despite his reasonings he threw them aside and quickly went to free her from the rope bindings that held her down.  The ropes were thick, covered in algae, and were slimy,  prompting him to make use of his wand.  “Diffindo!” Harry tried to cast a spell, he wasn't expecting bubbles to come out of his mouth instead of the incantation though.  It seems that the gillyweed hadn't given him the ability to speak underwater.  Never minding that, the spell had worked as intended, and the ropes were severed—causing the girl started to float upwards slightly.  

      He quickly grabbed a hold of her wrist and started to kick his flipper-like feet as much as possible.  And Merlin's beard was it hard, sure Harry played Quidditch a lot, but he barely made use of his legs during matches and right now he feels as if he had just ran a marathon despite making minimal amounts of progress.  He couldn't be sure, but it felt as if the water around him was pushing him upwards, as if the water around him wanted the girl out and back onto the surface.  Eh, must just be him getting delirious from exhaustion. 

      After what felt like decades (15 minutes at best) Harry finally reached the water's surface.  The gillyweed was still in effect though and he couldn't breathe in the fresh air properly just yet, so for now he's just gonna have to settle for keeping his head under the water until it wears off.  And wear off it did!  Thankfully it didn't take long for his body to return to its original form.  He worked his way through the water and onto the shore, but there was one key detail that told him he did something wrong.  And it was that his surroundings were..well–they weren't the stands full of onlooking students any longer, no, in their place stood plenty of tall, lush trees.  

      And as Harry looked around more, he couldn't help but notice how he definitely went off course.  But Harry quickly recognized the obvious sight before him, Hogwarts.  And he could also make out the front entrance of it from where he stood.  Orienting himself from that observation, then he should be south-east of Hogwarts..right?  Banking on his theory being right, he started to follow the shoreline west-ward.

A/N: Thats it for now ^^ I hope this was a fun read bc omg this took me way too much brain power to write

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Accursed in the Lake’s Depths

Chapter 1.2 : A Cold Reception, Literally

Harry J. Potter / reader

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      “Potter!” Despite the familiarity of the voice, Harry couldn't help but jump at how aggressive it sounded.  As he turned around, he made out a figure covered from head to toe in scars.  A vibrant, striking blue eye ball swivelled around madly.  It was none other than professor Moody, also known as Mad-eye.

      “Uhm—professor!  What….er—why are you-“ Harry was promptly cut off by Mad-eye himself. “You’ve got a plan I hope, Potter.” Mad-eye’s voice was now hushed as he bent down to Harry’s eye level.  His hand had a strong grip on Harry’s shoulder, which initially elicited a wince from him.  “Yeah, I’ve got one all right.  Dobby—a house elf—he helped me.”

      Mad-eye seemed pleased at his words, “It's good to have connections, Potter.  Good luck now boy.”, patting Harry’s shoulder one last time.  Before Mad-eye made his departure though, he made sure to take a swig of his flask.  Harry watched him leave, but soon after a shout caught his attention.

      “Champions!  Gather ‘round!” A wizard, seemingly a ministry worker, called the attention of the champions.  They were instructed to start on the muddy, cold, shoreline.  Far from glamorous.  But anywho there was no going back now, anytime now Bagman would start his countdown.  

      Turning his head to his left, the rest of the champions could be seen stretching and practising wand movements, and if not they were muttering to themselves, probably the spells they were going to use.  Cedric took notice of Harry’s presence and turned his head to him subtly, grinning and nodding to him in greeting.  Harry smiled slightly and nodded back.  At least he knew Cedric wasn’t hostile to him (right now at least), despite the whole school pitting them against each other..

      “On my count!”  Oh Godric.  Harry thought that if his luck needed to act up, right now would be the time. 

      “Three..” Bagman’s voice was booming. And he could hear his ears ring a bit…

      “Two..” Inside his head, he thought: “Come one now Harry..for Godric’s sake you technically fought Voldemort in your first year, defeated a basilisk in your second, and faced off a dementor just last year.  This can't be the thing that brings you down..surely not.  Else that would be embarrassing it would..”

      “ONE!”  As soon as Harry heard that, he shoved his fist down his pockets, yanked out the gillyweed, and not wasting a second, he stuffed his mouth with it and began to chew.  All while running into the waters.  Oh yeah!  Did he forget to mention the temperature?  Because this is freezing!—he could feel his muscles struggle to move due to the cold.  The water nipped and bit at his skin, at least it felt like it, because the water was so cold he felt as if he was getting burnt alive, ironically.

      Harry couldn't help but start panicking; just when exactly was this gillyweed going to kick in?  But then suddenly, the water got much warmer, room temperature even, and his temples started to feel a bit weird.  And as he ran out of breath, he found himself instinctively inhaling.  Much to his surprise, it didn't hurt—and instead, it felt as if he had just taken a large intake of air.  Bringing his hands up to his ears, he could feel newly formed gills and fins.  And as he was feeling around his ears, he saw a peek of his hands.  Bringing them to his front, he saw that his fingers were now webbed, and so was his feet.  Silently thanking Dobby, he started his search, deciding that he had wasted enough time panicking and gawking at the gillyweed’s effects.

A/N: Bit shorter than the 1st part but I swear its bc it was a bit awkward to split into 3 😭

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Accursed in the Lake’s Depths

Chapter 1.1 : A Late Start

Harry J. Potter / reader

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      Deafening cheers could be heard.  Harry struggled to organise his thoughts as he ran as quickly as he could manage; he was woken up only 10 minutes before the task started.  Eventually making it to a wooden platform that creaked every step he took, the platform hung over the Black Lake slightly.

      On it stood a long table, and draped over it was a gold, intricately designed fabric, with tassles hanging by the corners; clearly this was the judges table—evident by the quills, ink pots, and parchment, among other things littered across it.  

      Harry also spotted the 3 other contestants (Cedric, Fleur, and Krum) preparing themselves for the upcoming task on the other end of the table.

      His eyes swept the stands for familiar faces, specifically a certain bright haired ginger and bushy haired brunette.  Having no luck in finding his 2 closest friends–he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of hurt deep down, and he could feel his morale dwindle.  

      So as to distract himself, he shifts his focus onto the waters.  The soft waves in the Black Lake did him no favours, only helping in worsening his nervousness.  

      Gillyweed in hand, courtesy of Dobby (who says that he overheard some teachers discussing the task and followed a student, Harry guesses it was Neville, around to get the gillyweed), Harry began to let his mind wander to Merlin knows what.  Thoughts of whatever item they took that is dear to him being forever lost to the Black Lake made him even more nervous, not wanting to lose something he treasured a lot..like his precious firebolt. 

      A voice boomed throughout the venue, and Harry identified it as Ludo Bagman. “With all the champions present, the second task of the triwizard tournament shall commence!  Now, now, where’s all the noise for your representatives?!" Soon after Bagman said that last line,  the already deafening cheers doubled—no, quadrupled in volume. 

      “Hahah!”  Bagman cracked a hearty laugh, “That's more like it!  Now, allow me to introduce the mechanics..” Bagman moved his wand away from his mouth then cleared his throat before pointing his wand back to its original position once more.  Bagman’s wand seemed to act as a microphone, but Harry had missed the incantation that Bagman had used as the crowd drowned his voice out prior to the charm. 

      “For the second task, the champions will each have 1 hour to dive into the Black Lake and search its depths for something that they hold dear to them..”, Harry gulped as felt a cold sweat wash over him. “On my count, all 4 of them shall start their search.  Excuse us as we give the champions a few minutes more to prepare..but!  While they do that, how about I hear from the lovely students of beauxbatons!” Bagman continued to get the crowd even more excited, if possible.  

      Harry noticed this and thought, “Honestly they are as excited as one can get..anymore and they might just explode from the adrenaline.  Mark my words.”.  But regardless he was thankful for Bagman’s stalling as it bought him some time to think about his game plan properly.  Reaching into his trouser pockets, Harry pulled out the slimy ball of gillyweed—it looked as unappetizing, and borderline inedible to be frank, as ever.  Pushing down his urge to throw up at its stench and looks, he shoves it back into his pocket and proceeds to rid himself of unnecessary items he had on him, getting ready to enter the waters.

      Harry would be lying if he said he was fine, because these temperatures paired with the cold winds felt like a message from Merlin telling him that, no, something will be going horribly wrong, and you won't even feel comfortable while it happens thanks to the freezing temperatures.  

      The cold on the surface was unbearable and he could only imagine what the waters felt like.  With his left fist gripping the ball of gillyweed, his wand in his right pocket, and his glasses which are now enchanted to stay on no matter what, Harry..Harry still felt severely unprepared.

A/N: Hello!! Im new to writing so I hope that this was ok ^^, Im splitting this chapter into 3 seperate posts because it got too long for my liking 😭😭

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Accursed in the Lake’s Depths

THE ARCHIVES ₊˚.༄

(MASTERLIST)

Prolouge:

      It is common knowledge that at the start of every term in Hogwarts, a short speech is held by the headmaster to welcome back students.  But one thing that the students have noticed is that ever since Armando Dippet was headmaster—it is always mentioned that if you're looking for a place to study or hang out, the Black Lake is a great place to do such things; since then the Black Lake has become even more littered with students.  But the sudden mention of the lake caused the rise of rumours related to it on why the sudden interest, courtesy of bored students.  One of the most popular rumours involves a girl who disappeared from Hogwarts grounds in her 4th year decades ago.  The tale goes that the girl has been bound to the bottom of the lake as punishment for something she had done, what she did is still speculated though, and that Dippet encourages students to congregate around the Black Lake to further punish her—as if to show her what she is missing out on if only she didn't do what she had done.

Chapter 1.1 - A Late Start

Summary: - After being woken up by Dobby 10 minutes before the start of the 2nd task, Harry finds himself rushing to get to the venue. The venue being the Black Lake, otherwise known as the Great Lake. Once again thanks to Dobby, Harry is now in the possession of more than enough gillyweed to last him the full 1 hour limit.

Chapter 1.2 - A Cold Reception, Literally

Summary: - Professor Moody approaches Harry to ask for an update on his game plan, and much to his pleasure, Harry has one. After Bagman's count, Harry enters the cold, freezing waters. For a moment he panics, but after a few moments he finds himself mentally thanking Dobby profusely.

Chapter 1.3 - An Odd Discovery

Summary: - Harry finds himself in a thick grove of seaweed and murky waters. Yet, even with low vision, he saw glimpses of multiple merpeople who were clearly guarding something. Wrongly assuming the merpeople to be guarding the task, he ventures deeper, eventually finding himself in a clearing. What he found made him question the clue given to him, but he pushed those thoughts aside and went to retrieve his discovery anyways.

Chapter 2.1 - The Taste of Freedom

Summary: - You have finally been freed from your temporary prison. While being carried by Harry (who thinks you are still unconscious), you decide that you cant wait to feel what it feels like to move again anymore and stop the act. The two of you exchange incredibly awkward greetings for the first time.

Chapter 2.2 - Thanks & Introductions

Summary: - After Harry helps you to your feet once more, you find it within yourself to be the icebreaker between you two as the situation gets increasingly awkward. After exchanging names, you offer your thanks, during all this you notice the student-packed stands in the near distance. Harry is immediately surrounded by his friends and Dumbledore requests that you make a visit to his office soon.

Chapter 3 - Fawley? F-A-W-L-E-Y

Summary: - After being dismissed, you finally get to buddying up with Harry's friends. After a short introduction from Ron, Hermione bombards you with questions, some being concerningly..close. She decides to wrap up her ramble after Ron's interruption, and it's decided that the four of them will make their way to the great hall for lunch. Guess you'll have to postpone the meeting with Dumbledore..

Chapter 4.1 - Navigate Through Hogwarts

Summary: - You excuse yourself from the group as the four of you near the great hall, you start to navigate yourself through Hogwarts, during the process you run into Peeves (and get drenched). You also run into the Fat Friar, who helps lead you to Dumbledore's office.

Chapter 4.2 - Discussions with Dumbledore

Summary: - You are finally going to smoothen things out with Dumbledore. After admiring his office for a few moments, you start discussing future plans now that you are no longer restrained in the Black Lake.

Chapter 5 - Trouble with the Caretaker

Summary: - After taking your time to freshen up in your new dorm room, you decide to roam around the school to refresh your memory. You end up getting caught by Hogwarts' caretaker.

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1. Introduction (Q&A format)

2. Credits (dividers)

3. My works (masterlists)

The Water's Surface — Introduction ₊˚.༄!

Who am I? - Hello! I am Fizu, Fiz for short.

Am I a minor? - Yes, I am a minor!

Who/what fandoms do I write for? - I mainly write for Harry Potter ^^ - So far im planning to put all my efforts into 1 series at a time so for now I only write for Harry J. Potter

Additional info? - I only recently started writing so expect subpar writing at best! - Im sorry but I only write for fem!readers 😭 - Im still in school so very slow updates, probably

The Water's Secrets — Credits ₊˚.༄

suzitCat - kokomi art (used in a header)

2. roseraris - water-themed dividers

3. plutism - blue lace divider

The Water's Depths — Masterlists ₊˚.༄

Accursed in the Lake’s Depths

Harry J. Potter / fem!reader Genres : Fluff, slowburn, strangers to friends, friends to lovers Setting : Takes place in Harry's 4th year (GoF), Hogwarts

Prolouge:

      It is common knowledge that at the start of every term in Hogwarts, a short speech is held by the headmaster to welcome back students.  But one thing that the students have noticed is that ever since Armando Dippet was headmaster—it is always mentioned that if you're looking for a place to study or hang out, the Black Lake is a great place to do such things; since then the Black Lake has become even more littered with students.  But the sudden mention of the lake caused the rise of rumours related to it on why the sudden interest, courtesy of bored students.  One of the most popular rumours involves a girl who disappeared from Hogwarts grounds in her 4th year decades ago.  The tale goes that the girl has been bound to the bottom of the lake as punishment for something she had done, what she did is still speculated though, and that Dippet encourages students to congregate around the Black Lake to further punish her—as if to show her what she is missing out on if only she didn't do what she had done.

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