#Merlin: my existence here is illegal

[vrtualchg]

STAY THE NIGHT

she showed up in the middle of the night, all soft tank tops and bare legs, climbing onto him like it was the most natural thing in the world. smelled like strawberry shampoo and trouble. blaise didn’t even open his eyes at first—just smirked, lazy and content, and pulled her closer like she belonged there. maybe she did. maybe he wanted her there every night, in his bed, wearing his shirt, asking for help with homework she didn’t actually care about. she made him weak. soft. filthy. he was half-hard before she even touched him. and maybe that was the point. maybe she liked making him ache. maybe she liked crawling into his bed knowing he wouldn’t stop her—knowing he’d fuck her slow and quiet under the blankets, knowing he’d let theo walk in and see. blaise should’ve sent her back to her dorm. but then her thigh brushed his cock and every reasonable thought vanished.

pairing:��Blaise Zabini x reader

genre: smut, lovers/roommates, slytherin dorms, canon divergence

tw: MDNI 18+, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, voyeurism/exhibitionism (mild), possessive behavior, suggestive teasing, Blaise being cocky and soft, Theo cameo (watching), reader being a brat, winter comfort, post-quidditch laziness

Blaise had just stepped out of the steaming bathroom, skin flushed and muscles aching from an unforgiving Quidditch practice that had dragged on far longer than it should have. Every movement felt like a protest; his limbs heavy, his back tight, and a dull throb in muscles he hadn’t even known existed until tonight. With a sigh of resignation, he tugged on a pair of soft black pajama pants and thick socks—because winters at Hogwarts were merciless—but made no effort to find a shirt. It felt like too much trouble, and the residual heat from the shower clung to him like a lazy blanket. Shirtless, hair still damp and curling faintly at the nape of his neck, he threw himself onto the bed with a muted grunt, one arm slung over his eyes to block out the flickering torchlight.

He heard the door creak open and didn’t bother to move. He fully expected Theo to stroll in, sheepish and reeking of smoke, probably in search of cologne to mask the scent of another stolen cigarette. It was practically a ritual at this point. But instead of the familiar scent of tobacco and cedarwood, Blaise felt a shift in the air—a gentle dip in the mattress, a familiar warmth settling over his lap—and then the unmistakable softness of someone straddling his waist.

“Blaise,” a voice whispered, delicate and coaxing. “Are you awake?”

A smile curled at the corners of his mouth as he slowly moved his arm, revealing his face and letting his eyes adjust to the low light. “No,” he replied dryly, his voice thick with exhaustion and amusement. “I’m sleeping. Obviously.”

She grinned, and Merlin, it was criminal how beautiful she looked when she smiled like that—mischievous, radiant, like she knew exactly what effect she had on him. “What are you doing here?” he asked, arching a brow. “Last I checked, girls weren’t allowed in the boys’ dorms. Something about boundaries, temptation… uncontrollable teenage hormones, if I recall correctly.”

“I missed my boyfriend,” she said, all syrupy sweetness, the kind that made his suspicion spike.

“Uh huh,” Blaise muttered, clearly unconvinced. His gaze swept over her lazily. She was wearing a threadbare tank top—clearly intentional—that clung to her like a second skin, the fabric strained just enough across her chest to make him momentarily lose his train of thought. Her arms were folded beneath her breasts, which only made matters worse. Or better, depending on the perspective.

“Can’t I visit my boyfriend when I miss him? Is that illegal now?” she huffed, pouting just enough to toe the line between bratty and seductive.

He laughed then, low and warm, rubbing a hand down his face. “Darling, you only use that tone when you want something. Go on—spit it out.”

She deflated, a dramatic sigh escaping her lips. “Fine. So maybe I came here because I needed something.”

Blaise shifted slightly beneath her, propping himself up on his elbows, eyes half-lidded with amusement. “Mhm. And what might that be, baby?”

Without answering, she reached over to the side of the bed, picking up a battered notebook and flipping it open with exaggerated care. “I may have… slept through Potions,” she confessed with a sheepish smile. “And Professor Snape wants the assignment by tomorrow morning. I have absolutely no idea how to do it.”

The way she looked at him then—big eyes, lips barely parted, that ridiculous little pout—made his heart clench in a way he would never admit aloud. She really didn’t fight fair.

“Come here,” he groaned, sitting up fully now, brushing her hair back over her shoulder as he took the notebook from her hands.

They worked in tandem for a while—though "they" was generous. Blaise did the bulk of it, muttering through instructions, scratching out notes, correcting her half-hearted guesses while she perched on his lap like the world’s prettiest distraction. She didn’t try very hard to help, and she didn’t have to. He didn’t mind, not when she looked like that, all sleepy affection and feigned innocence.

Eventually, when the last potion ingredient had been labeled and the ink had dried, Blaise shut the notebook and tossed it aside with a satisfied grunt. He leaned back against the pillows, arms stretching behind his head, and looked up at her with a soft smile still tugging at his mouth.

“Stay,” he murmured, his hands drifting to her hips, guiding her gently down so that she was lying fully on top of him, her cheek pressed against his chest.

She giggled quietly, breath tickling his collarbone, and nestled into the warm space between his shoulder and neck. She loved the way he smelled—some expensive cologne layered with the creamy, almost edible vanilla of his soap, and something uniquely him. Comforting. Addictive.

“I can stay,” she whispered against his skin, voice drowsy, fingers playing with the delicate gold chain he always wore around his neck. She twisted it idly between her fingers, anchoring herself to the quiet moment.

“Good,” Blaise mumbled, his voice slipping into something even lazier, eyes fluttering shut as sleep began to pull him under again.

Wrapped in the hush of the dormitory, the soft rustle of the fire and the sound of their breathing the only things breaking the silence, they drifted together—two souls pressed close, limbs tangled, hearts quietly, contentedly aligned.

Morning came softly, announced by golden sunlight filtering through the tall windows of the Slytherin dormitory. The light spilled across the bed in gentle waves, warming the tangled sheets and casting a faint glow over the room. Y/N stirred first, pulled from sleep not by noise, but by the quiet warmth of the day kissing her skin. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light, and for a moment she just breathed—held in the stillness of morning, cradled by the silence and the slow, steady rise and fall of Blaise’s chest beneath her.

She shifted slightly, blinking away sleep as she lifted her head to look at him. Blaise lay on his back, arms lax, face turned toward the window, still deep in slumber. He looked impossibly peaceful like that. His sharp features were softened by sleep, the angles of his jaw and cheekbones bathed in morning gold. His lips were parted just barely, lashes long against his cheeks, curls messy and wild from the night. She smiled to herself, heart tugging. He was beautiful when he was awake—sharp and confident, all wit and smirk and charm—but there was something about him asleep that made her chest ache in a different way. So soft. So still. So entirely, stupidly perfect.

Y/N adjusted her position ever so slightly, shifting her hips to get more comfortable, but froze when she felt it—something hard pressed against her thigh. Her brow furrowed faintly as she looked down, only to be met with the unmistakable pressure of Blaise’s morning wood straining against his pajama pants, nestled right up against her leg. The breath caught in her throat, her cheeks warming as her gaze lingered. She swallowed. Her fingers, which had been resting innocently on his abdomen, suddenly twitched with temptation.

Her eyes traced the path of lean, sculpted muscle beneath his golden skin. Gods, he really was carved like some sort of Renaissance painting—sleek and defined and far too unfair for this hour of the morning. Her hand moved before she could second-guess herself, fingertips gliding down the ridges of his abdomen in a featherlight caress. She barely touched him, reverent and slow, as though afraid to wake him. But her curiosity, that slow-burning want she’d grown far too used to ignoring, was winning out over caution.

Then—

“Feeling me up so early in the morning?” Blaise’s voice came like thunder through velvet—deep, rough with sleep, and laced with unmistakable amusement.

Y/N gasped, hand freezing just above the waistband of his pants. Her head snapped up to meet his gaze and found dark brown eyes, half-lidded and full of heat, already watching her. He was awake. And judging by the smirk curling his mouth, he’d been awake long enough to enjoy the show.

“Blaise—” she started, flustered.

But he was already moving, the grin on his face slow and lazy, like a predator stretching before the pounce. In one smooth motion, he rolled them, shifting their bodies so she was on her back and he hovered over her, braced on his forearms. His weight pressed her into the mattress in the most delicious way, his hips settling against hers, and she could feel him—hard, hot, and insistent even through the thin layers of clothing separating them.

“Naughty,” he whispered into the curve of her neck, his voice a low rasp that made her skin break out in goosebumps. His lips brushed against her throat, not quite kissing, just barely touching. “Waking me up like that.”

His hips rolled against her, slow and teasing, making her gasp softly, her hands flying up to grip his shoulders. The friction was maddening. He wasn't even trying yet, and already her body was responding—arch of the back, parted lips, a barely stifled moan as he rocked his hips again, slower this time.

“Did you miss me?” he murmured, lips brushing her jaw. “Or were you just hoping I’d fuck you awake?”

“Blaise,” she breathed, barely more than a whisper, her nails digging lightly into his skin.

He chuckled darkly, trailing kisses down the side of her neck, taking his time, savouring the way she squirmed beneath him. His hand found her waist, slipping beneath her tank top, fingers splaying over her bare skin. “You know,” he murmured against her collarbone, “if you wanted me, you could’ve just said so. No need for all the sneaking and teasing.”

“I wasn’t—” she began, but it was useless. He was already nipping at the skin just above her shoulder, his free hand gripping her thigh and pulling it up to wrap around his hip, pulling her closer, tighter, until there was nothing between them but heat and tension.

“You were,” he said, his voice pure sin. “And I’m not complaining.”

His mouth captured hers in a kiss—slow at first, coaxing, tasting. And then deeper. Hungrier. The kind of kiss that says I know you. I want you. I’m not letting go.

And in that sun-drenched dormitory, in the tangle of soft sheets and sleepy warmth, it was easy to forget the rules. The world beyond the bed faded away, leaving only them—his hands, her breath, the delicious weight of him between her thighs, and the slow, inevitable unraveling of restraint.

Blaise’s hips rolled into hers again, deliberate and slow, the thick weight of his cock grinding against her clothed heat as his mouth trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses down the column of her throat. Y/N’s head fell back into the pillows, baring her neck to him like an offering, her breath catching as he suckled gently at her pulse point. She could feel the smirk on his lips—lazy, arrogant, utterly pleased with himself—just before his teeth grazed her skin.

“Blaise…” she breathed, voice already wrecked with need, her body arching up into him without thinking.

His hands were everywhere—possessive, reverent, greedy. One of them slipped beneath the hem of her tank top, palming her breast with a soft groan. “So soft,” he murmured, his thumb flicking over her nipple through the thin fabric, watching it pebble beneath his touch. Her back arched, her thighs clenching around his hips, drawing him closer.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, hips lifting to meet him in a silent plea. Blaise exhaled against her throat, heavy and warm, and slid his hand down between them, fingers curling beneath the waistband of his pajama pants to free his cock. He was already leaking, thick and flushed, precum glistening at the tip as he rutted lazily against the damp spot he’d coaxed from her.

“Fuck,” he hissed, dragging her shorts and panties to the side, the fabric biting into her thigh. He didn’t bother taking them off—he wanted her now, fast, raw. He lined himself up and pressed in, slowly, steadily, inch by inch.

Her mouth fell open in a soundless moan, her arms tightening around his shoulders. The stretch, the heat, the way he filled her so perfectly—it was almost unbearable.

“Perfect,” Blaise groaned into her neck, voice thick with reverence. “Fucking perfect. Always so tight for me. You feel that, baby? Feel how well you take me?”

She whimpered beneath him, hips meeting each slow thrust, nails digging into the muscles of his back as he started to move. Each stroke was deep and purposeful, his rhythm slow and powerful, hips grinding with a precision that made her vision blur. He knew her body like it was his, knew exactly how to tilt his hips, how to drag himself along her inner walls until she was gasping beneath him, her thighs trembling with the effort to stay wrapped around him.

Then—creak.

The dormitory door cracked open behind them.

Neither of them moved. Neither of them looked.

The sound of footsteps—slow, unhurried—and then a familiar voice.

“Forgot my tie,” Theo said blandly, utterly unaffected by the image of Blaise buried deep inside her, sweat-slick skin pressed to skin. He crossed the room with the nonchalance of someone retrieving laundry, plucking a green silk tie from the back of a chair and casually scooping his half-empty cigarette pack from the desk.

“Morning,” he added with a dry smile, and just like that, the door clicked shut behind him.

Y/N blinked, dazed. “Was that Theo?”

“Probably,” Blaise muttered into her throat, not breaking pace for a second. His voice was gravel-dark, rich with amusement and desire. His hands gripped her thighs now, holding her open, holding her down, as he drove into her with deep, unhurried strokes that had her whole body quaking.

“Don’t care.”

Then his mouth was at her ear, voice dropping into something low and filthy—just for her.

“You like being caught?” he rasped, breath hot against her skin, lips brushing her earlobe. “You like knowing someone could see you like this? My perfect girl—spread open, moaning, taking me so fucking well you don’t even stop when someone walks in?”

She gasped, back arching. Her hands fisted in the sheets now, helpless against the way his voice crawled into her mind and settled in her core like molten heat.

“I bet you’d let me fuck you in the common room, wouldn’t you?” he growled, thrusts getting harder now, more punishing. “Wouldn’t even care who saw—Theo, the whole fucking house, anyone. You’d be dripping all over the velvet cushions, letting me bend you over the fireplace while they watched.”

His cock slammed into her with the next thrust, right against that spot that made her cry out.

“Yeah, you would. You’d let Theo watch, wouldn’t you?” Blaise whispered darkly, lips dragging across her cheekbone, teeth catching on her jaw. “You’d let him sit in the corner and wank while I fucked you. Maybe he’d ask to touch. Maybe I’d let him. Maybe I’d show him what it looks like when you fall apart for me.”

“Blaise—” she moaned, legs shaking now, body trembling beneath him.

He was relentless, a steady, consuming force above her—hips rolling, cock pistoning into her with delicious precision, his chest slick against hers, chain necklace dragging along her collarbone with every deep thrust.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Fucking little exhibitionist,” he snarled against her mouth before kissing her hard—biting and tongue and teeth.

Her body was coiling, fire winding tight in her belly, building with every word, every thrust, every filthy fantasy whispered in that velvet voice that owned her.

“Come for me,” he growled, hand slipping between them to rub her clit in tight, deliberate circles. “Come on, baby. Want Theo to hear you scream.”

And she did—body arching, breath breaking, release crashing through her in a blinding wave that made her vision go white. She pulsed around him, clenching so tight he nearly lost it.

Blaise groaned low in his throat, thrusts faltering for the first time. He buried his face in her neck and followed her over the edge, spilling into her with a shudder and a whispered curse, hips rocking through the aftershocks as they clung to each other, gasping, shaking, utterly wrecked.

There was only the sound of their breathing now, tangled and heavy, the slow slide of sweat-damp skin and the lazy thud of his heartbeat pressed against her chest.

“Next time,” Blaise murmured against the curve of her neck, voice thick with sleep and the lazy afterglow of release, “wake me up with your mouth, yeah?”

Y/N let out a soft, breathless laugh, her fingers idly tracing patterns across the damp skin of his back. “Sure,” she whispered, lips brushing his temple, her smile tender and full of affection. She could still feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat where their chests were pressed together, could still feel him inside her—softening now, but still nestled deep, like he couldn’t bear to be anywhere else.

He sighed contentedly and let his full weight settle over her, heavy and warm and impossibly comforting. His breath slowed against her throat, and she knew he was already half-asleep again, wrapped around her like he’d never let go.

“Love you,” she whispered into the quiet, fingers brushing the chain around his neck.

His voice was a low, drowsy hum, muffled by her skin. “Love you more.”

This is quite long I apologise 😛

[likecommonpeople]

Absolutely gnawing at the bars of my enclosure here but while Merthur makes sense in terms of what’s most realistic to canon, I do think that Merwaine would be much better for Merlin, like, mental health wise.

I’m not really sure how to explain this but while Merlin and Arthur do have this natural banter between the 2 there is this imbalance of power that I truely don’t think could ever go away - because while there is already the distinction of class, there is Merlin’s magic, which if we follow canon as it stands (after Arthur was made king but before his death) is still illegal. Even presuming that if Merlin revealed his magic earlier and Arthur removed the laws on magic, I still think there would be this expectation that Merlin “owes” something (further servitude even if not as a formal role, debt, ect) to Arthur for decriminalising magic.

(And even if it was decriminalised, I do not think it is realistic that Arthur would give the same punishments for crime done naturally and crimes done with magic. Like I cannot see him giving the same punishment to a murder with a sword compared to a murder done with magic.)

So theres this innate power imbalance between both Merlin and Arthur that even if Arthur were to promote Merlin to a noble role (court sorcerer?) I think Merlin would be very aware that if Arthur were angry enough with him he really could take that away, much the same away Uther did. Because the existence and legality of magic is very much dependent on the whims of a man who operates almost exclusively on emotion (Agravaine, banishing Gwen, ect) so I think it would place a very heavy burden on Merlin to maintain Arthur’s happiness to ensure that the rights of magic practitioners are not placed in Jeopardy.

Compare this is To Merwaine where sure there are class differences, but the way they interact almost renders them nonexistent. Gwaine never (as far as I remember) holds his status over Merlin over him, I cannot recall almost a single instance of Gwaine using his power over Merlin the way Arthur does. I think Gwaines dislike of nobility is actually very important because it shows an active desire to be placed on the same level of commoners (i.e. Merlin), and I think that his want for equality almost immediately distinguished him from Arthur, like while Arthur definitely lets Merlin get away with a lot, it is really only so far as he allows, but with Gwaine Merlin can pretty much talk freely without fear of consequence because he knows that Gwaine would not do that.

And on a romantic level, Gwaine does not have many of the prejudices that Arthur has when it comes to commoners (or magic?? I can’t really remember tho). Which would also make Merlin more comfortable, because while yes I do believe Arthur would try to unlearn many of the prejudices that were practically forced upon him since he was born, I do not think it is the best thing to start unlearning those prejudices while dating someone who fits into those prejudices as it often puts the burden onto the partner to do the educating and leaves them bearing the brunt of this attitudes. So frankly I do think that if the primary concern is “what is best for Merlin’s mental health and self respect?” Then Gwaine (or Lanc lol) would be much better suited to Merlin than Arthur.

Thank you for coming to my Ted-talk

[thusspoketrish]

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A Ferret, a ScarHead, a Weasel, and a Baby

Prompt: "Three Men and a Baby", 1987, Leonard Nimoy & "Taken", 2008, Pierre Morel Author: trishjames Word Count: 91,420 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Angst, Anxiety, Epic Fight Scene(s), Canon-Typical Violence, Hand-to-Hand Combat, Blood, Muggle Weapons, References to Past Child Abuse, Abduction, Injuries

Summary: They say becoming a parent is an unparalleled, priceless joy. Draco Malfoy finds himself putting that theory to the test when the star witness in his dangerous illegal potions case entrusts him with a powerful wish: protect her newborn baby at all costs. Now, it's up to Draco to fulfill that wish despite the looming threat of criminals hunting for the child. To think, just the day before, he was fretting over his inappropriate feelings for his annoying, bespectacled git of a housemate—not the mechanics of changing nappies!

Thank Merlin it takes a village to raise a sack of flour, ah, child.

[futurepastme]

Before the Dawn of Man in Castles Made of Sand

For the past year i've been trying to write my first fic and I barely even started at all, but from time to time I imagine a few scenes that might or not - probably not- be included on the main story and SOMETIMES I write them down anyway I can, as fast as I can. And sometimes I actually take the time to try writing something decent.

So here is a scene that I though of that supposedly is part of the fic I'm writing but will never happen: ≈2.5k words

Three hundred-ish years ago, the first King of Camelot, King Bruta, signed a very detailed peace treaty with the King of Essetir, Éamonn. It wasn’t a ‘now-we-are-buddies’ agreement or a ‘you’re-in-trouble-let-me-help’ agreement, no, it was a ‘keep-our-shit-to-ourselves’ agreement.

Bonded by blood magic, the treaty stated that as long as a descendant of both the original kings set on the throne of their respective kingdoms, no acts of war, military or otherwise, would be allowed between their kingdoms on penalty of the immediate interruption of the lives of the current rulers and all of their living relatives. 

A complete ending of the bloodline, with no one left to salvage it in any way.

The treaty was signed by both Kings and any living heirs they had, so as to make sure that the bloodline was completely bounded by the contract. 

The magic, though, had an expiration date. It was powerful, ancient magic, but as the seasons change and the days turn to night, magic, too, is frail against the will of time, and as it passes it would slowly fade into nothingness.

It was stated then at the bottom of the contract, just before the fancy signatures with the swirling loops, that when the time should come for the magic to disappear, both Kingdoms’ current rulers should reunite in a meeting for the reinforcement of the spell and a renewal of the contract. ♦

Some would say that Merlin ran out of time. Which was clearly an exaggeration seeing as he still has plenty of time left. No, really, he still had like, at least five hours before things really go to shit. That’s what he thought, anyway.

But some people, well, everybody but Merlin, would say that he ran out of time a week ago, when the announcement was made; or four days ago when the party was ready to leave and Merlin sat on his horse; or even yesterday when they were still outside of the Kingdom, camping for the night.

But no, he definitely still has a few hours. The party still wouldn't even be able to see the castle for another three, and they wouldn’t reach the lower town for another half hour after that.

Merlin was out of time.

He sat on his saddle, restlessly sweating his nerves out. If Arthur could see him, he would order him to stop, ask what is wrong and call him a girl, all in a single phrase. Arthur couldn't see him, though.

If this were a simple hunting trip, Merlin would be by his side, chattering his ears off and completely disregarding every royal protocol ever written in the history of mankind. But this was a Royal Camelot Party led by King Uther himself, which, of course meant that Merlin was far off the back riding along with the rest of the servants of the Royal Household. 

Which meant that he could barely even see Arthur’s stupid golden hair, let alone talk to him about anything.

So, the battle plan, now that he still had plenty of time was that he would avoid everything and everyone that has a mouth or ears or eyes, run for Arthur’s assigned chambers, tell him everything without crying at all and then pray that he could leave said chambers alive and sane. And with his heart unscathed. 

It is not every day you tell your master, friend and secret crush that not only your existence is illegal in his father’s kingdom, but you are actually royalty yourself. Royalty of the kingdom they were currently at.

So, Merlin was having a great day, and a stressless week.

And it only got better when the knights arrived.

A small party of seven men, dressed in armor very similar-looking to the ones from Camelot, the only apparent difference being the blue capes and the lack of a royal crest on the chest piece, slowly approached, led by an almost completely gray-haired knight with dark eyes and an almost charming smile.

“Welcome to Essetir, your Majesty, Your Highness. I’m Sir Griogair, we are here to safely escort your Majesty and your party to the gates of the keep.” Merlin hastily pulled his hood and sank lower on the saddle. 

Griogair was, in Merlin’s opinion, a slimy little man greedy with power, he has loathed the guy since the day he sat foot in Essetir, every hair on his body reacting with the man’s disgusting nature. But of course, ‘bad feeling’ wasn’t a good excuse not to knight the bravest looking guy his father had seen in years. Especially when you are only thirteen and don't know better yet.

He deserved credit, though, for Griogair was, at the time and still, a very handsome man with charms to spare. He had won over almost everyone in the keep within the week, was knighted within the month, and when Merlin left, he was one of the most high-ranked knights of the kingdom.

But now, for the looks of it, and from the few words he managed to hear all the way from the back, Griogair was not only a First Assembly Knight, and a Dragon Rider of the Kingdom, but has snatched for himself the position of War Mage.

That meant that not only the fucker had learnt magic, but it was skilled and powerful enough to be able to qualify for the position and now could use it freely on behalf of the kingdom. It also meant that, when in mission out of the keep, he would be responsible for dealing with the magical creatures and beings that lived within the borders of the kingdom, interfering as necessary.

Also, that meant that the bastard had clearly taken advantage of Merlin’s absence to ensure the one position Merlin could and would have stopped him from getting. 

Anger aside, Merlin took a second to recompose himself and to try to identify the other knights that came with Slimy Griogair. He knew his father wouldn’t send a bunch of low-ranking knights to deal with burn-innocents-at-a-pyre-for-fun Uther Pendrasshole and his entourage.

The three knights that rode on the left side of Slimy Griogair he couldn’t see. Actually, he barely couldn’t see the Snake himself, which he was equally parts glad and concerned.  

Of the other three knights that he could see, two he failed to recognize. 

But at the front, riding almost side by side with Griogair, he caught a glimpse of curly snow-white hair. Sir Llywelyn was by far his closest knight, 5 years older than himself, the man was a true friend and a fierce knight. 

Ending his quick inspection of his men, Merlin lowered his head further, letting the hood blind his vision fully and trusting his horse to follow the others. Friend or foe, Llywelyn or Griogair, it didn’t matter, Merlin had to get home unrecognized by either of them or the other knights.

♦

At this point in his life, one would think Merlin was used to things not going as planned. From magical creatures that appear from nowhere to bandit attacks, Merlin’s day never went as he expected since the day he decided to leave home and follow his magic to the great unknown. The great unknown that led to Camelot and to the unending headache that his life became.

You would think that somebody as powerful and as used to ambushes as Merlin would have been able to feel the approach of a huge flying magical creature, but he had better things to worry about then to be attacked by his own dragon.

The betrayal, honestly.

They had been on the road for another hour since his knights joined Camelot’s Party. Merlin still had his head down, but now his hooded cape had a small spell that kept his hoodie from falling unless he wanted it down.

He was bored. Not only far away from Arthur and from Leon, but he still had to ride at George’s side.

The man has been rambling on for hours about all that was known of Essetir culture and servants’ etiquette, which wasn’t much, but he somehow managed to stretch a 3 pages lost-through-time knowledge into a 40-minute-and-still-going monologue, and also somehow made it more boring than the grain reports.

It went down really fast

One second, he was on his horse, trying to not listen to George and still stay awake, and the other he was on the ground with an extremely heavy, horse-sized, white dragon licking his face.

The second that his brain took to understand the situation was enough to hell break loose.

Camelot’s knights stood on one side, weapons drawn, ready to kill the beast, while his knights tried to protect Aithusa.

There were shouts and threats from both sides, and stupid Griogair, instead of trying to appease the situation and take the unknown Camelot servant from under the huge magic creature that he should be responsible for, no, he was aggravating the situation even more.

He had to do something, now.

By the time he got back on his feet, both sides were ready to attack each other, Arthur’s arm raised slightly, ready for the first strike.

“Enough” he said, walking to put himself between Arthur and Griogair. His voice was loud and clear. A voice of command and power, a voice he hadn’t used in years. It was the strong voice of someone born to lead legions to war. Camelot’s knights relaxed a little, if by shock or relief he didn’t know, but they kept their stance as Arthur scanned him “I’m fine, no harm done.”

He turned fully toward his knights “Lower your weapons, now.”

The problem was, Merlin was still hooded and Griogair was still an asshole “Is this how Camelot’s servants speak with their superiors?” Stupid said, while grabbing Merlin by his clothes and suspending him in midair.

“Put my servant down. Now.” Arthur commanded, his voice dangerously low and calm.

“The boy might have harmed the dragon, until I say he didn’t, he stays in our custody” Griogair, the idiot that can’t read the room, said.

That’s also when Merlin decided to let his hoodie fall.

He heard a few shocked gasps, and felt more then saw his nights stand down and lower his weapons. But nothing would make him loose the amazing sight of Griogair’s shocked face as he began paling to death. “Put. Me. Down.” He said for Griogair’s ears only.

“Y-your Highness” He dropped Merlin like he burned his hands taking half a step back, Merlin would have fallen but right now he wasn’t the clumsy servant anymore, he was the Crown Prince Merlin Ambrosius of Essetir, trained in combat from a young age, and with a political situation on his hands that could lead to war.

“Forgive me, My Lord. I hadn’t realized we were graced with your illustrious presence” His head in a low bow, but his eyes never leaving Merlin’s.

“Sir Griogair”

“It is really good to have you back, Sire. The people start to talk, you see? Rumors about your death spread, but not me, Sire. I knew better, you see? I told them all; No one in the five Kingdoms have more skill or bravery or the complete…”

“Stop talking”

The amusement Merlin felt when he first saw Sir Griogair’s shocked face had slowly diminished and was long gone. Every second that he stood there, posture straight, facing his knights in his kingdom, with the feeling of the stares of another Royal Household burning his right side; the further away he was from the happy servant he was this morning, and now the phantom weight of his crown started pressing down on his head.

“I’m sure you are aware, Sir Griogair, of my reticence towards you when my father first started rising your rank within the knights”

“I’m sure I more than proved myself, Your Highness. The king himself knows; my position was more than des…”

“I’m not done” Merlin interrupted again. His posture as straight as possible, his head held high.

“I’m aware of the King’s feelings in regards of your person; and I’m sure you somehow proved yourself to him in many occasions, my father wouldn’t reward with higher ranks a man he deemed undeserving.” Griogair has stopped bowing, straightening his body and letting a smile that was meant to be charming form on his face.

“Unfortunately,” Merlin continued “I have yet to see the actions that would grant rewards such as your high ranks, and today you have, at my eyes, failed the crown and your kingdom.” His voice was loud enough to be heard by all of the Camelot’s entourage, even George and the other servants at the back.

“Your Highness, surely I can’t be blamed for the actions of a brainless…”

“What my dragon did is irrelevant, as a knight your actions reflect on the kingdom more than anything Aithusa could possibly do, you carry our colours and is responsible for the safety and well being of every living being inside our borders, not only our citizens and creatures, but our guests as well.”

“Sire! I…” He wasn’t smiling anymore; panic was back on his face.

“Unfortunately, your actions today can’t be left unpunished, and at the absence of the king, I’ll be the one to define such punishment; my decision here will be final and would only be overruled by the King himself.”

“Please… Sire!” He fell to his knees, grabbing the hems of Merlin’s cape.

“I hope you know, Sir Griogair, that despite my personal feelings towards you, I take no pleasure in punishing you, in fact, it saddens me deeply that today I have been proven right.” Merlin truly meant that, like it or hate it, the guy was still his knight, he was still his man. “You will be happy to know that, as Crown Prince, I have not the power to permanently remove your knighthood, as it was granted by the King, however I can suspend it.”

The knights started moving behind Griogair, getting into formation. Two lines with three men each, positioned by rank in a way that put Merlin and Griogair at the center. It was the same position they took when somebody was knighted.

With everybody settled in their positions, Merlin twisted his wrist and raised his finger pointing towards Griogair’s chest.

Now, everybody from the Camelot Entourage has at least once seen a knighting ceremony, and surely, most have seen how it goes when such knighthood is removed. However, none of them has ever seen one to the likes of Essetir’s

As a Kingdom with magic at its throne, Essetir’s knighthood works differently.

The king doesn’t simply stand in a pretty room, says some inspiring words, wave around a fancy sword an BAM! you’re a knight, you may rise.

In summary, the knights are essentially bound, to the crown and to each other, by magic. It isn’t the type of bound that forcefully traps them without escape; they can choose to leave if they so desire. No, the bound is connection. It is brotherhood.

When Merlin twisted his wrist, it activated the bound. Only the King and his direct heir could activate the bound in such a way.

On every Essetir Knight’s, at the right side almost on their shoulders, now set a fist-sized symbol, a shield shaped blue light, with the Ambrosius crest. The same shield now also appeared on Merlin, except his was big enough to cover his chest completely.

The pretty crests weren’t the most impressive thing, though. For when Merling flicked his wrist, his clothes, too, changed. As the Crown Prince of Essetir, the activation of the bound by his hand is considered a matter of state; and as such, his clothes must reflect his position and his rank. That is why now, at the middle of the forest stood a Merlin in expensive looking clothing, a cape matching the ones of the knights, and most importantly, a silver circlet with blue and green gemstones.

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natural love potion; h.p.

Pairing: harry potter x fem!Gryffindor!reader Timeline: HBP / 6th year Warning(s): cussing, mentions of dying and blood, submission, reader pining Word Count: 5k

A/N: Hey there! This is my first ever post. I would love to hear your thoughts!

Harry and Y/N are friends. Just friends. Much like Harry and Hermione, there is nothing out of it that is going on between them. Not until that day in potions.

—

“Are you done with my potion?“

“You mean, will Professor Slughorn call you by your name? Then yes, Wallenby.“

It was the first week of another year at Hogwarts. New faces, new prefects and even new professors are introduced, as usual. Professor Slughorn is the newest addition to the faculty and to have a good first impression with the students, he's given the 6th years Amortentia, the love potion, as their first Potions homework.

They were supposed to put it in their selected food or drink and it had to be unnoticeable. Why would the Potions Teacher assign this kind of homework to the students? No one knows. But this certainly gave him a good first impression to a large number of students.

“Blimey Harry, we've been rotten at Potions ever since. Now look at you, it's as if you've taken private lessons with Snape the whole summer. You’re the bloody Potions Master in our year now!“

The two Gryffindors are making their way out of their dorm room towards the Common Room with Harry holding a small basket of cookies to bring it in the dungeons where the potions classroom is at. Y/N is patiently waiting for them near the Portrait as several students greet her along the way.

"G'morning."

“Where’s ‘Mione?“ Ron exclaimed without even acknowledging the girl’s presence.

“Uhm, shouldn't you know that, Mr Prefect?"

The male prefect then realized the time and his supposed agenda to escort first years to the Great Hall. Harry scolded him of how much he and others would kill to be in his position and yet he’s never given it any importance.

“Godric, have mercy on me. Hermione’s gonna kill me!” the redhead exclaimed after getting a playful slap behind his head from the Chosen One before rushing away from the two.

“Much worse than that, she’s gonna make him expelled,“ she jokes with a mouthful of cookie from the small basket Harry was holding. "Mhm, you have no idea how badly I've been craving cookies since last week! This is good, Har. Where’d ya buy it?“ 

Harry, before realizing what happens, freezes. He was too busy lecturing his best friend that he didn't notice a hand sneaking into his potion, the cookie. His hand slowly snakes its way to the contents of the basket that has supposedly four cookies but now has only three. “Y/N!“

"What?" she chuckles dreamily.

"We need to get you to the Hospital Wing."

“What for? You put poison in it, didn't you?“ Y/N continues to chuckle dreamily.

Harry stares at his friend as if she was some peculiar experiment. “How are you feeling, Y/N?“

“I feel like . . .“ she sighs dramatically as she gazes far away, mesmerized. The effects are plainly obvious. “I feel like falling.“

“Falling?“ Harry's stomach twisted. This is what makes Potions classes bothersome, the uncertainty of knowing whether the potion you brew is right or wrong. You can only know it if you’re a professional or by testing the potion done, which in Harry’s case, Y/N would do for him.

"I'm falling in love, Harry. I'm falling in love with you."

And boy was he really the Potions Master.

The raven-haired boy's cheeks got warm the second those words escaped his friend's lips. The two are only friends and have never acted more than that. Seeing this new side of Y/N for Harry is too foreign for him.

Sure, Harry has seen her date two boys from different houses, but being the recipient of her romantic antics has never crossed his path. His last romantical relationship, if you can call it that, was last year with the senior Ravenclaw Cho Chang. Even that didn't go well. He went on a single date with her just to make her believe he's in love with both Hermione and Y/N. Ever since then, he never thought about committing to any romantic relationship.

"Harry . . ." Y/N's hand reached out for his arm, grazing down slowly towards his hand with too much delicacy. Their hands are now intertwined. The both of them have never reached this close proximity, having learned now that one of his best friend's palms are soft but slightly calloused in the fingertips from playing muggle instruments and Harry fears that when Ron finds out about this act, he will tease them nonstop which isn't fair for Y/N. ". . . I know this may sound all too sudden, but, I have loved you ever since."

He didn't respond. He tries to block all of this sudden affection out of his mind knowing these are all artificial.

"Don't you love me back?"

"Of course I do. You're my best frie-"

If his cheeks were warm, now, his ears as well are on fire. Y/N has thrown herself to the flustered boy, locking his neck and face in her arms, squealing in happiness like a kid. Holding hands is a new thing for The Boy Who Lived but hugging him as if to let the world know he's someone's is another thing.

Very few people have ever hugged him in all the history of his 16 years of existence, knowing the story of his parents and the lack thereof. His godfather, Mrs Weasley and Hermione are the only ones — as far as he knows — written in a tiny piece of parchment of the list of people who have hugged him. Yet none of them could compare to this hug as those mentioned acted parental towards him.

Students are now starting to pass them out of the Common Room towards the Great Hall. One of those shouted, "get a room!" They're still standing just beside the Portrait Hole where Ron has left them both to deal with his own romance.

"Uhm, Y/N, why don't we go get ourselves some breakfast first, yes?"

"Yes! Let's tell 'Mione and Ron that we're finally together!"

—

Breakfast was agonizingly slow, to Harry's opinion. Y/N can't stop giggling beside him and feeding him like an infant earning them attention from the others.

"Oi, Potter! Didn't know that you two are . . ."" Seamus makes a kissing face earning a few cackles and sniggers from their other friends at the table.

The boy just ignored them with an eye roll, amusing the two friends in front of him.

"Leave them be, Harry. Besides, when was the time Y/N acted on you this way, huh?" They all diverted their gaze to the dazed girl. Eyebrows knitted in concentration as she feeds him but at the same time doing her best to get as close to Harry as the universe could possibly give her the opportunity to. They've never seen her this in love and affectionate. And the two thought that Harry just deserves it even just for a while. "Never, right? You better make it worthwhile."

"Thanks, Ron. Really helpful." He answered with his famous eye-roll.

"Always here for you, mate "

"I just don't get why we couldn't tell Professor Slughorn immediately. I mean, I'm sure he has something for Y/N. Or Madam Pomfrey-"

"Yeah? In which I'm sure is also your easiest ticket to detention."

The boy grunts some incoherent words of profanities under his breath. Not only was he getting embarrassed by the fact that one of his close friends is acting like his girlfriend but dragging Y/N along with his catastrophic life is just too unfair on her side. She didn't ask for this. Plus, detention in the second week of a new school year doesn't sound good.

The Brightest Witch reminded them not to take Potions lightly. It may sound like not the most helpful subject in a wizarding war, but can get you expelled once meddled with students. In short, what happened to Y/N is very illegal. You should not use or test your Potions project with another student. Plus, Filch will go nuts if he gets the news that a student gave another student a love potion.

“Well, at least, now we know that your Potion worked well.”

"Come on, we're going to be late for DADA."

On their way towards Snape's classroom — a fact Harry still can't accept — Y/N's fingers are interlaced with Harry's as they walk. She's given him her bag as that's what boyfriend and girlfriends do. In the classroom, Y/N didn't sit in her usual spot but literally kicked Ron out of his chair to sit beside Harry, the boy just mouths a sorry.

Her usual focus from the class was now inclined to Harry himself alone the whole class. Out of all their major subjects, Harry is known to have the Defence Against the Dark Arts class on top of it all. Y/N knows it, having been a member of Dumbledore's Army. Everybody knows it. But with Snape being the teacher and Y/N constantly caressing his left cheek every time Snape's back faces them, the said subject is somehow kicked out of its place on top.

"Y/N, do you mind?" He tried but obviously failed to ask her to stop in the nicest way he can utter. "I mean, it'll be really hard for us to pass DADA, and eventually NEWTs, if we're both distracted." His voice is hoarse and soft, one way or another. Afraid to hurt the girl beside him and cause a scene. Letting his former Potions Professor know his mischief doing is the least of his priorities for the day. Merlin, at least, let this day finish without anyone knowing.

"Harry, my love, it's not my fault your eyes are distracting. They're the most beautiful green not even the most beautiful forest in the world could compare to."

Once again, his cheeks and ears are on fire for the 37th time this morning. Most of the reasons are from the nonstop compliments he's receiving from the girl. It didn't take much energy from him to not believe all of it. He grew up with the Dursleys, they didn't fail to engrave in his mind his place and worth.

"Care to share in class what you're chattering about, Mr Potter?" The elder snarled in the middle of his discussion, letters extending out of his tongue as per usual. He finally notices, as always, Harry making another noise across the room.

"Nothing, Professor."

The said Professor narrowed his eyes to the duo. He knows, of course, he knows, he was a bloody Potions Professor ever since he accepted the job offered to him at Hogwarts.

"I'm saying this once and only once," he positioned himself in front of the two, now leaning to the Gryffindor boy to let just the two hear what he'll say. "Fix this, or you will face more vile punishment than getting expelled."

The class was dismissed with 50 points taken from Gryffindor. Harry is used to it, even his other fellow Gryffindors weren't surprised anymore. As a matter of fact, as long as he is breathing, infinite points will be deducted from their house.

As they were heading out of the classroom, Hermione gently peels the zonked out Y/N away from her grasp on the poor boy. "Harry, you can't let the other teachers know about this."

"Well, what do you suggest then?"

The next words that came out of her lips are like caffeine to the sleepy heads of Harry and Ron. They could not believe she could say such things. Even Y/N would have been gobsmacked if she just wasn't in a daze.

"Don't go to classes?" Her tone was laced with uncertainty. But she couldn't think of any other option, she'd rather let them take a day off classes than have Harry nor Y/N expelled.

"Can I come with them?"

— 

Harry Potter's Monday was bizarrely different from his usual ones. He has spent the whole day with Y/N trailing behind him like a baby duck. His hand used to be sweaty the whole time with her's but now, it felt more comforting than awkward interlocked with his.

The castle was quiet, with all the students in class, it gave him privacy and away from the prying eyes of malicious gossipers. They couldn’t get inside the Common Room as some 7th years are hanging there knowing they have fewer classes and more time for reviewing for their NEWTs, library; some teachers roam around there, Hagrid’s Hut; knowing Hagrid, as much as they love the guy, couldn’t keep his mouth shut from secrets.

As much as he dreads going to class all the time, it was strange to see the castle this quiet without Ron’s company.

He was throwing pebbles by the lake to pass time as Y/N sat on the ground behind him, making them their Charms essay homework.

The boy studies her features. Y/N wasn’t so bad. Her hair’s tidier than Hermione’s. She was actually beautiful. He would’ve taken her to the Yule Ball when Ravenclaw Cho Chang declined his invitation and if it wasn’t for that Slytherin bloke asking her out instantly - her first ex-boyfriend who Y/N dated a few months back. Her hair tucked in her ear as she focuses on what to write next in her essay. Harry feels bad for making her write his homework but the girl insisted. Guess you’d do anything for the people you love.

He looks back on the lake. Thinking of the people who have loved him did everything they could to protect him, even dying. First, his parents, then Sirius even Jesus, what did he do to deserve this fate. What good will it be if the people he loves are gone?

Two arms wrapped around his chest from behind startled him.

“You’re tense.” Y/N’s hand unwrapped his bloodied hand. He didn’t even notice he was gripping the stone tightly, his scarlet blood staining the object.

“It’s nothing.“ He cranes his neck to stare at the girl on his right shoulder. Her eyes are full of concern and love. Love that he created out of a goddamn potion for a goddamn homework. A love that could never be compared to the love of his parents and Sirius. A goddamn false love. His brows knitted before jumping out of Y/N’s embrace with panic.

“I think we can go inside now.“

The rest of the day consists of Harry, trying to ignore all of Y/N’s pining over him. He tries to remember that all of these are not her fault, there’s nothing to get mad at her about. Running away from her is also impossible as she committed herself to cling to Harry’s arm as if her life depends on it.

Finally, classes are over and dinner is approaching. The two are reunited with Hermione and Ron in a secluded area of a random hallway, as Harry was hoping to get less attention from other students as they got earlier at breakfast.

“How are the love birds?“ Ron teases, seeing their hands locked still.

“Oh, it was majestic, Ron! Harry took me to the Black Lake even though today was a school day. I feel a little rebellious, to be honest.“

“Good hiding spot.“ Hermione commented.

“I’m not going to the Great Hall for dinner. So you two can bring Y/N instead.“

“No! I’m coming with you!“

“Y/N aren’t you tired of my company yet?“

“I could never! I love you.“

Ron snickered pretty loudly in front of them, even Hermione couldn’t suppress a smile.

“Aren't you two just adorable?” the redhead continues to tease.

“Don’t worry Harry, Ron and I will bring you supper instead.“

The day has finally ended and the effects of the Amortentia, as what the favourite book of Harry says, wears off after 24 hours. It was past Y/N’s get up time but fortunately for them, she took her time sleeping exactly until the effects wore off. 

She moans with pain as she tries to sit up from her bed.

"How are you feeling?"

"'Mione?"

"It's me."

"I feel like a full construction site is inside my head . . . and I feel awful. Like, waking up on the wrong side of the wrong bed."

"Do you feel anything . . . unusual? Like, something or particularly someone you want to obsess about?"

The girl looks at her strangely and then at the time. "Bloody heck Hermione, aren't we late for breakfast?"

Clearly, Y/N remembers none from the incident.

Meanwhile, at the Great Hall, Harry is tapping his leg out of anxiousness. If his Amortentia was too strong and didn’t ease away, he might as well pack his belongings and leave Hogwarts voluntarily. His precious book from the Half-Blood Prince has mentioned the cure for a love potion but the ingredients are only held by the Potions Teacher. The horrors there will be once he mentions this to a teacher is unimaginable, he’d rather spend the day with a dazed Y/N than get lectures from a teacher.

“Don’t worry about your girlfriend, mate,“ Ron’s words are muffled from a chicken leg in between his teeth from across him. “They’re here.“

Across the Hall, the two girls are striding towards their place.

“Why are you at my seat?”

“Uhhh . . .” stammering, Ron glances at Harry for help. They were normally sitting beside each other but after the incident yesterday, they thought Y/N would love to sit next to the Golden Boy. “I-I don’t know either,“ just sliding to his side to make room for the two.

“How are you feeling, Y/N?“ Harry asks the dishevelled looking girl in front of him. Both Hermione and Ron - who are sitting side by side - are listening to the exchange intently.

“Honestly, I feel bad. Like, subconsciously, I know this day would be so bad,” Y/N sighs depressingly. “Why, are you alright?“

“Yeah,” deep inside the boy, a strong wave of relief passed him. His body was cold from the nerves, but knowing his Amortentia had finally worn off, those nerves were showered off of him with a warm relieving feeling. “Actually, I’ve never been better.”

“Well, at least one of us has woken up on the right side of the bed.“ she chuckles half-heartedly. Harry felt guilty hastily after hearing those words. It’s all your fault dipshit.

As Y/N is back to sitting beside Hermione, she is also back to her normal self. Talking to her alone about their Charms homework that she never remembers making and some other random stuff that the boys could not give a care about. She was back to not paying any attention to the Golden Boy at the front who she absentmindedly know is staring at her.

Morning supper was finished and the quartet is now in Snape’s classroom. Y/N was back to sitting beside the cute Hufflepuff guy she's been crushing on and Harry is back stuck with his blabbering best friend.

As Snape discusses some more non-verbal spells and the techniques, he takes time to stop rounding the class in front of Y/N who was again, back to her normal self, her focus never leaving the Teacher. He stares at her, looking past her eyes and seeing that his student’s consciousness is back before trudging towards Harry and Ron.

“10 points from Gryffindor,” he grunted under his breath, which actually is the first compliment Harry has ever received from the elder man.

Classes ended and dinner came, Harry finds himself staring at the girl in front of him. She was talking to Seamus, one of their good friends, chatting and laughing with him as if he'd said the funniest joke ever told. The food on his plate has long been forgotten.

"Quit staring, you creep."

Harry looks back at his best friend beside him with a mixture of confusion. "Don't tell me you think I wouldn't notice."

What the boy was talking about, he has no idea.

"When will you tell Y/N?" Again, he replied with a look. "About the incident, of course."

Harry wasn't planning on ending his friendship with Y/N because of his carelessness. He could've just sealed the cookies in a jar or box so no one could see it, but no. He had to display it for the world to see. Hermione disagrees with his plan, of course.

The three of them found the perfect time to be alone in the common room, students are still chatting and scampering about their day anywhere but their dorms. So they decided then, to tell Y/N what happened.

"So that's why I felt bad. Isn't that the after-effects of Amortentia?"

Three heads nodded in front of her, studying her features.

"Well, I'm glad it was you, Harry. Could you imagine if it was Ron?" Y/N visibly grimacing at the thought. "But to be honest, it was all my fault. I should've asked you first before eating it. Thank you for being honest with me, Harry."

It wasn’t really what the boy was expecting as a response. He was anticipating more anger or embarrassment from the girl.

Their usual cycle is back. Y/N was completely Y/N Y/L/N again it's as if nothing happened. The four of them never mentioned the incident again and Harry catches himself being disturbed with that. It made him feel some things like shouldn’t Y/N be shy around me? Or shouldn’t Ron tease us still about what happened? Or shouldn’t Hermione lecture us and watch over us more to not repeat the incident again? These thoughts run through his head as every day passes.

He also catches himself getting extra angrier at the Hufflepuff boy, Y/N’s crushing about, every time they have a Quidditch tournament. Especially that time when she barges in the Common Room pretty loudly yelling at everyone that she got a date with the cute Hufflepuff.

“Y/N can you help me find a good present for Mrs Weasley’s birthday on our next Hogsmeade trip?” He tried, one Friday morning, to get in between them.

“Of course, Harry! But, can we do it after my date?“

“Right . . . you have a date.” Sounding a tad bit more disappointed than he really is.

“But,” Y/N responded with the syllable dragging along “I could tell him to go on the next visit instead and spend the day with my best friend?”

“Oh no, I don’t want you to cancel your date because of me.”

“Harry, I could even cancel my Charms class, Godric knows how much I love that class but, that’s beside the point. What I’m saying is that I’m here for you. Also, we’ve barely hung out anymore ever since you’ve been the, what does Ron call it, ah, the Potions master!”

“Not you too!” he playfully grunted all too loudly earning a laugh from the girl.

"Seriously, I would love to come with you.”

He never thought he'd say this but he misses Y/N. His Y/N, who cannot keep her hands to herself but Harry’s.

And before he could stop himself from getting deeper into his thoughts, he was left astounded. To his knowledge, all feelings he has for his best friend are only platonic but here he is, couldn't stop himself from the thoughts of Y/N. The way she used to have her focus engraved to the boy alone and him alone. It gives him so much angst every time Y/N hasn't given him enough attention for the day.

If this stupid Amortentia incident leads him into any feelings he'd be in deep shit.

Because Harry should not be bothered to get distracted. Quidditch season is starting, he's got new people relying upon his captainship. Besides Y/N has her eyes on someone else and he cannot risk losing their friendship knowing his feelings aren't being reciprocated.

Well there it is, he's already in deep shit.

So when their first game arrived playing against Slytherin, he is rather surprised to see Ron winning them a high rank.

He knows he deserved the glory that's why as the captain of the team, he let them have the post quidditch game party in their common room. The parties were usually lead by the twins, but knowing they're already gone, he didn't know that his fellow housemates apprehended their festivities.

"Weasley! Weasley!"

They watch as Ron finally gets recognition for his own efforts alone. Y/N was nowhere to be found, probably with her new boyfriend, and Hermione was shattered when Lavender Brown smothered Ron with kisses.

The two are in a random staircase trying to comfort one another. He doesn't know who needs more comforting, Hermione or him. Knowing he already lost someone who's never his also shattered his heart.

"How does it feel, Harry? When you see Y/N with another guy?"

To say that he's dumbfounded was an understatement. He couldn't be that careless with his so-called feelings now, is he?

"I know. I see the way you look at her. You two are my best friend."

He dreaded this conversation happening. The Golden Boy has never intended on developing feelings toward his friend. Unlike Hermione and Ron, the two have been having this romantical tension ever since their first year. His feelings toward Y/N is purely conjured by an incident they never dared to speak about. The boy believes that these stupid feelings of him will only break their friendship and Harry's not risking that.

"Why don't you try something?" Hermione is always the one they go to whenever they need help and whenever they're clueless about the next step. But this, this advice of hers is definitely one Harry's scared to listen to. "Hufflepuff boy is still not making any moves yet. You know, you're valid to think about yourself too. You've always thought about the others, you always prioritize us before yourself. You deserve to live too, Harry."

So Harry did listen.

In the Great Hall, he confided himself to sit beside Y/N all the time. Hermione doesn't mind the changes in their seating arrangement as she gets to sit with Ron anyway, so candidly speaking, it is a win-win situation for everybody.

He starts small, playfully feeding her (the way she used to), talking and listening to her talk about life in general. When they were walking towards their class, he would always offer to carry her bag, in which he never really waits for her response. Intermittently inviting her to do homework by the lake alone together. And every time they have Hogsmeade visits, he would buy her sweets at Honeydukes.

And Y/N notices. It didn't really take her long before she sees. She has convinced Hermione one night to tell her of her doings that day she was under Amortentia. Harry's new behaviour towards her has perfectly mirrored the story Hermione has told her.

Little did Harry know, the feelings eventually have been mutuals.

So when the Golden Boy was informed of this Christmas Party Professor Slughorn has assembled, he didn't hesitate to ask Y/N in an instant, too afraid that Yule Ball night might happen again. He was, for once, too grateful to be part of the Slug Club as Hufflepuff Boy was not part of it. Now that just minimizes his crush problem.

He has seen her in a ball gown back in their fourth year for their Yule Ball. But he never got the chance to be the one standing beside her throughout the night but now, tonight, he feels like the luckiest man.

Standing on the top of the stairway from the girls' dorm room was his best friend he never had feelings before until this year. She wasn't wearing the grandest of gown there is but this simple dress enhanced her features. She was walking down the stairs with a smile that gave a huge impact on how she looks. She was literally glowing.

"Hi."

"Y/N," he breathed, completely in awe of what feelings do to people.

He always sees Y/N every day, talks to her and laughs with her. She sees her perfectly like what normal best friends do. But after developing feelings for her, his mind is persuaded that she was the most beautiful person that walked on the planet.

Harry is infatuated. He felt as if he was under some spell. Is this how Y/N sees him, all those times she was under the love potion?

But Harry was sure, a hundred per cent, that this is not artificial feelings. He really likes her.

So after a very successful Christmas date, with Hermione being their third wheel, the two were back from being hip to hip. Harry was glad his Y/N is back. He's been wearing the pride of not having to use a love potion to get her back beside him. Because this time, Harry did not create an artificial love to make the girl he likes, like him back. This time, he did it right. He just needed to wait for the right time and place to ask her.

Christmas has passed and Harry's time is also running fast. Of course, his special assignment with Dumbledore has never left his mind. He would do the subtle talks with Professor Slughorn here and there. He felt as if he's running out of ideas to get what he needed and to make things worse, the Potions Master is already growing annoyed with him.

"Still no luck with Slughorn, then, I take it?"

"Luck . . . That's it. All I need's a bit of luck."

That evening, Harry was away the whole time. He missed dinner but Y/N waited on him in the common room. She knows that the Felix Felicis potion has no limits. Whatever the user's deepest desires, it will help give it to them. Y/N knows that at this very moment, Harry succeeded. She makes sure that there will be someone waiting on him to celebrate it with him.

Harry came back from the Headmaster's office bearing a report about Slughorn's memory with Tom Riddle. There, in the Gryffindor Common Room, he sees her sleeping in one of the tables far back. It was not hard to see her, with the time obviously past bedtime, she was all alone.

With the liquid luck still pumping in his veins, he rushed to her. Kneeling in front of her, the Golden Boy then gently wakes the girl up.

"Harry?"

"Y/N . . . I think I'm falling"

"Falling? What falling? Are you experiencing vertigo right now? Anxiety?"

"Worse than those."

And Y/N, moving on from her sleeping state, was now fully aware of where the conversation was going. She holds his inviting hand. "What is it, Harry?"

"Love . . . I'm falling in love."

Y/N smiles at how adorable the boy is looking right now. His hair is ever so dishevelled and his lips as red as cherry. He was the most oblivious boy she knows. Has only dated one yet here he is, kneeling in front of her. Confessing.

She knows that Felix is helping him with some luck because knowing the sober Harry, he would never be bold enough to say such things. Little did Harry know, he need not some luck as she was all too blessed to have him in her life. Because to Y/N's honest opinion, in this room, she was the luckiest.

"I'm falling in love with you, Y/N."

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(Shamefully) tagging these amazing ppl: @harryjamespotterxreader​ @harrypotterxx​ @catching-the-train-to-hogwarts

[sweeethinny]

Second son

Summary: ‘You ran away from home?’

‘When I was about sixteen,’ said Sirius. ‘I’d had enough.’

‘Where did you go?’ said Harry, staring at him.

‘Your dad’s place,’ said Sirius. ‘Your grandparents were really good about it; they sort of adopted me as a second son.’

or

Sirius runs away from home, and we see it through Euphemia Potter's eyes.

kind of inspired by @questions-forthe-marauders perfect art! HERE

AO3

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December 23, 1976 - 5:25PM

Euphemia did her best not to cry when Minerva's letter arrived at her house.

‘’Mia,

I know what I'm going to ask of you is totally irrational and you have every right to ignore my request and yell at me, but I don't see any other way out.

I've been noticing for a few weeks that Sirius has been acting weird and seems to be distant from everyone. A few days ago I noticed a bruise on the corner of his mouth, but I can't tell if it was a fight with his brother or someone else, you know how boys are at that age.

Anyway, I've noticed that it's been a few months since his detention has been signed by his parents anymore, and I've tried contacting them but Dumbledore keeps saying there's nothing to worry about - you know him, he's terrible at times.

I think there's something wrong with him, and I know Sirius comes to your house during the holidays because I always hear James talking about it, so I came through this letter asking that if you notice anything strange, please tell me. Or talk to Sirius to see if you can find anything.

I'm very worried.

Love, and I'm sorry to bother you with this,

Minerva.''

It hurt her heart more than she thought it would, noticing that the signs Minnie had said were all right there under her nose. James hadn't said anything about Sirius coming for Christmas, and he'd been there for two years now, even though she felt a little bad that he wasn't with his parents on that date. And James looked weird too; he was angrier than usual, and reluctant to talk to them and getting locked in his room.

When they were at the station, Mia noticed that Sirius had got off the train alone and looked guilty, not even looking in their direction as he walked over to where his parents were - who didn't look at all happy with his presence there.

He had already told Monty a few times that his parents didn't like him going to Gryffindor, and James had once told her that Sirius didn't get along with Regulus. But Euphemia always thought it was silly things that teenagers took too seriously, but now, she felt she should have given more importance to the signs.

“Sirius isn't coming?” she asked when she saw James coming down the stairs, an unusually sulky look.

"I don't know," was all he said, walking into the kitchen and leaving her alone in the living room. Her heart clenched, a bad feeling burning in her chest.

"Didn't he tell you anything?" James always liked to talk about everything with Euphemia, Monty said he was a big mama's boy, but she didn't mind at all. As long as he was going to look for her to get her opinion, Euphemia would be only too happy to help him.

"He just said he didn't know if he was coming." James walked out of the kitchen, a glass of milk and a cookie jar under his arm, but when he threatened to go back up to the bedroom, she stopped him.

"Come here." James didn't like being confronted, he'd inherited it from her, and he used to frown when someone demanded answers from him. But Euphemia had no choice but to do that, so he was going to need to spit it out. ‘’Is something going on? Did you guys fight?” she asked, folding the letter and placing it on the coffee table with Minnie's name down, not wanting James to know she already knew. This made it difficult for him to speak.

"No." He sat up, sullen as he always was when she did that. James didn't meet her eyes however, and that was a red light for her. He was one of those people who didn't mind looking anyone in the eye unless he was lying.

‘’You know you can talk to me, don't you? I care about you two.”

"We don't…" He sighed, closing his eyes and leaning back against the sofa cushions, the glass of milk and cookies forgotten on the coffee table. ''He was being an idiot the last few days, I don't know what got into him, but I was ignoring it because I don't know, he gets like that sometimes when he and Regulus fight, but then the christmas thing came up and I said if he continued in that mood he wouldn't be welcome here,'' James denied, pulling his hair angrily. ''I thought he'd know I was joking, of course he's welcome here, but then he got mad and told me he wasn't coming to bother me this year, and I yelled that it would be great so… I got mad, I wasn't thinking… so he got out of our wagon and went to Merlin knows where. I only saw him when we got off the train, and he was already going with his parents.'’

‘’Oh, son…’’

''I know I shouldn't have said that, but he was being an idiot, and now... I hope he doesn't hate me.'' Euphemia wanted to go to that hideous Black house to drag Sirius under her wing, force him and James to talk and make up, and bring him in with them. But Monty had already told her that this was illegal.

"He doesn't hate you, son." She opened her arms for James to hug her, stroking his hair and thinking about what she could do with the situation. "Did you say he and Regulus had a fight?"

"They...um," Of course James was too faithful to tell her about that. Too noble to betray his best friend. ‘’Kind of a fight.’’

“Does Sirius often fight with him a lot?” She remembered when they had once met Walburga and Orion at an event, and only Regulus was with them.

"Where's Sirius?" she had asked, because it didn't make sense to take just one child. And Sirius was what, twelve or thirteen at the time?

"He preferred to stay with my sister," Walburga said, smiling bitterly at Euphemia as if silently telling her not to meddle where she wasn't called.

She swallowed, thinking maybe she was seeing trouble where it didn't exist. Maybe he really wanted to stay with his aunt, she couldn't prove otherwise.

‘’Send him a letter later inviting him to our Christmas, okay? If you want,” she said, looking once more at Minnie's letter on the table.

"Fine."

December 24, 1976 - 10:54PM

It was snowing like never before outside, probably the coldest night this year so far, and the house was silent when she woke up to noises outside.

Monty jumped out of bed, wand in hand, just as she had, heart pounding in her chest and a motherly fear of protecting James at all costs from whatever was out there.

Ever since they declared support for muggleborns and as she and Fleamont began to increasingly advocate for minorities and help organizations of students who couldn't afford to buy supplies and clothing for the Hogwarts school years, they were marked as a target for the other traditional families, carrying a huge red flag where ''traitors'' was written in bold letters.

Euphemia couldn't care less about that, she was more than happy to be considered a traitor if it meant she was doing good.

“What was that?” James muttered, haunted brown eyes staring like he was going to war.

Her son didn't go to war, though, not when he couldn't even drink yet.

‘’Stay in the room, and get the portkey. Anything, use it!” She instructed him, but James seemed too stubborn to accept that. "James, enter your room now, and stay there."

“Three is better than two.” He continued to follow them, Monty further along and having already made a protective barrier between him and her and James.

‘’Not when one of them is fifteen. Now come in and stay there, me and your dad let's see what's going on.'

''Mom-''

"Don't make me need to use magic to get you to do what I want." She said authoritatively, and that caused James to fall back a few steps, looking at her startled. Euphemia mentally thanked him for that and walked downstairs, thinking that later she would apologize for talking to him like that, but that's because she wasn't risking her boy in that situation.

Monty raised his wand and opened the door, ready to attack whoever was there on the other side, but before he could, Sirius raised his arms and closed his eyes as if he too was waiting to be attacked. ‘’Sirius?!’’

‘’I'm sorry, I-’’

''What did we do on our last trip?'' Fleamont asked, and as much as Euphemia thought it was unnecessary - please just bring the boy inside he'll freeze! - she knew they were in the middle of a war.

''You tried to learn to surf with me and James, but you nearly broke your ankle when you fell.'' Sirius kept his arms raised, and she noticed that his lips were purple from the cold, and that jacket didn't seem to warm him. She didn't even wait for Monty to lower his wand and went over to him, pulling Sirius into their house and hugging him tightly, wanting more than anything to take away whatever inner pain seemed to haunt him.

He looked too terrified for a sixteen-year-old boy.

"What happened, Pads?" James ran up to them, looking worried about him too. ‘’You didn't even answer my letter and-’’

''I...I ran away from home.'' He shrugged and avoided looking her or Monty in the eye, Euphemia realized he had a backpack on his back. Her heart ached so much that she couldn't stop the tears. She pulled Sirius even tighter against her. "Mia, if I can't stay here, it's okay, it's just that I came walking-"

‘’Did you walk all the way here?! It's almost an hour and a half of walking, boy!” Monty yelled. "Someone could have tried something against you."

''It was okay, I,'' Sirius looked at James, and she knew he wasn't telling her all the details and he'd probably done something against the law to not die in the snow, but she didn't care about that now. "It was the first place I thought of coming."

‘’Of course, dear, of course. James, make him a hot bath, and Monty heat up dinner… are you hungry, Sirius?” He nodded, cheeks burning with embarrassment. ''Here, come sit in front of the fireplace… And of course you can stay here, please, I don't even want to think that you thought I wouldn't accept you.'' She sighed, walking with him to the sofa and taking off the wet jacket he wore, waving her wand so that the nearly extinguished fire began to crackle again, warming the room. "You can live with us Sirius, don't worry, you don't have to go back to those horrible people anymore." His gray eyes blinked with tears, and it was probably the first time she'd seen Sirius cry. ‘’Don't worry honey, you're fine now…’’

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‘’Minnie,

I'm so glad you warned me about this, and I understand your concern.

Sirius ran away from home last night, he didn't want to tell us what happened and I think at some point I'll know, but the boy looks terrified now.

He's not okay, but he's going to be. And I've already sent a letter to Dumbledore telling him that now anything that happens to him is to call us.

I don't think Walburga or Orion will complain, they let their son run away in the middle of a blizzard and so far they haven't looked for him. But it's better this way, Monty would probably kill them if they showed up at our door.

You know that we always wanted to have one more child anyway.

With love,

Euphemia.’’

[dollopole]

HAHAHAHHAHA THE PICTURE, THE PHRASE, THIS IS FUNNY😭

It’s okay, it’s okay, I forgive you because you opened my mind in Omegaverse, a win is a win.

Also, the funny thing is that it is called Dirty Dancing for a reason👀🤭In 1963, a certain, more free type of dancing (and I believe not western too) was not considered something that you could show in public or during ceremonies, parties and the likes, right? We all know that in the past many things were seen as dirty or not right. Since the film tells the story of a upper class family going on vacation where the younger daughter falls in love with everything that is “wrong” in that day society, I thought it would be fun if I made it MERTHUR🤭Because the couple starts with an “enemies to lovers” vibe too SO IMAGINE MERLIN TALKING TO THE POMPOUS ASS ARTHUR WHOSE SISTER NEEDS TO LEARN HOW TO DANCE (in the film, the main character does it, she helps the dancer by becoming his dancing partner because the other partner needed to have an illegal abortion TOUGH STUFF I KNOW✨) but since it was illegal for gay people to exist (😒😒😒😒) and Arthur and Merlin wouldn’t be able to dance together in public, I CAN ADD MORGANA TO THE MIX, what do you think?!?! THE YEARNING🤌

So Arthur has the usual gay crisis LALALALA~

Actually, I want to write this fic mainly because of these scenes right here: (I’m about to spam you with pictures of my favourite film BEWARE)

(Thank you, Patrick Swayze)

ANYWAYS, imagine it ✨Merthur✨.

Today, I offer you:

Dirty Dancing Merthur AU (if you haven’t watched Dirty Dancing, you go watch it now, you child of the most corrupted thing on earth—)

Just joking.

It’s perfect. Frances even gets called “Baby” in the movie, so Arthur can be called “Arthie”. Imagine him falling in love with Merlin, the broke, attractive Cha Cha dancer in the Summer resort he, Morgana, Uther and Ygraine go to to spend their holiday, and having to keep the relationship a secret, because it’s the 1963—

Morgana gets to dance with Merlin, and Arthur’s jealousy ensue, and UGH, the yearning that can come out from this.

Everything can be a Merthur fic @achillesuwu

[weelittleweasley]

Little Lion | Ron x Reader

Prompt as requested by 2 anons: Naturally as a Slytherin, you exude confidence and intimidation. Ron Weasley, on the other hand, not so much. But that’s what made you so attracted to the other, much to everyone else’s surprise. Question is will he muster up the courage to ask you to go to the Yule Ball with him?

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: IMPORTANT NOTE: I know, I know, I know, the Yule Ball is only around for the Triwizard Tournament, but let’s pretend like it doesn’t exist just then!! I wanted to age everyone up to year six and give Ron and opportunity to redeem himself from the robes his mother sent him hehe. I literally am a fucking fiend for Ron Weasley, my love for him should be ILLEGAL. Ron content on here is MINIMAL TO NONE! If anyone has any great fic recs for Ron, PLEASE SEND THEM MY WAY. LOOK AT THAT MOTHERFUCKER!! I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM!!!!!!!!!!!

All it took was for you to walk down the hall to get people to look at you and start whispering between each other. It wasn’t a bad thing at all, in fact you quite liked it. You were a confident girl and sometimes that confidence intimidated people. It gave you this sense of power that you liked to use when you needed something out of someone. Not to mention the people you surrounded yourself with in your house were also quite intimidating people, one of them being Draco Malfoy. 

You and Draco were best friends, a dynamic duo of sorts. People thought that you two would end up together, falling madly in love. But Draco was like your brother. He took you under his wing when you got Hogwarts and he was the person who helped you unlock that unfaltering confidence within you. Besides, Draco and you’s personalities clashed too much for it to work with you. You were both dominant, confident, intimidating people; Both of you needed to be in control at all times. Far too similar. 

Instead, you took a liking to people who were more reserved. People who thought before they acted upon their impulses. You needed someone who balanced you out. But someone who could dominate you and keep you at bay when you needed it. Only problem was people like that were scared of you or found you unapproachable. Which you understood, but at the same time, you wished that those people could suck it up and make a move.

As you walked down the hall today, Draco made his way next to you. “We should skip Potions today,” he states as you roll your eyes. Sometimes Draco kept this cool boy act up too much and you knew he was a big softie on the inside and he actually enjoyed school more than he liked to admit. “Seriously. We could ditch Slughorn’s class and hang out in the common room or by the Black Lake,” he tries to tempt you.

“Dray, we’re going to class whether you like it or not,” you speak as you continue to walk to class, Draco groaning when you tell him this. “Slughorn is may be old, but he says valuable things,” you push his shoulder.

The blonde boy just sighs. “I hate when you’re right.”

The both of you walk into Potions class, your face lighting up when you see that your other friends from Slytherin were already in class, awaiting your arrival. You grab a seat with Draco on your right and Pansy on your left. Pansy already starts gossiping about people who you could honestly care less about, but you give her the attention she wants anyway, her being one of your closest girl friends in the school. 

As she blabs on about some poor girl from Hufflepuff that she picked on during lunch, you watch as some Gryffindors enter the classroom, your eyes sticking on the Weasley boy. Ron Weasley was someone who you watched from afar. He was one of those boys who had that boyish charm that made you blush. The ginger was funny, for sure, but he had thoughtful and kind mannerisms that made your heart flutter when you watched him. You picked up on how he would notice when Granger would get distressed and he would offer her a sweet from his backpack that he had stored for occasions like this. You watched how he always packed more than one quill because Potter always managed to forget his. You watched how his eyes widened with fear when Slughorn would talk about how Potions can go wrong quickly, the Weasley boy fearfully concocting his. All of those little ticks made you develop a little crush on him after months of watching him.

Ron sat down in his typical seat next to Hermione and Harry, but he could feel a set of eyes on him from the moment he walked into the classroom. “Is she looking at me?” he nervously asks Harry. 

Harry glances over in your direction, watching that your eyes were glued on Potter’s best friend. When you notice Harry looking at you, you quickly turn away and pay attention to Pansy who continues to ramble. “She was,” Harry reports back. Ron nervously groans. “Oh come on, maybe she has a crush on you.”

“I highly doubt it. I bet she’s planning how to rip my heart out of my chest and then serve it to Malfoy on a silver platter,” his voice cracks. “She scares me.”

Hermione rolls her eyes, “Oh, please, Ronald. Just because the girl is confident and knows what she wants doesn’t make her scary; it makes her smart. I don’t know why she would have a crush on someone like you.”

Ron just looks at Hermione. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he exclaims.

With a huff, Hermione turns to Ron and Harry. “It means I’m surprised that she doesn’t have a crush on someone like Draco or Blaise Zabini. She likes someone like you, Ronald. Merlin, I didn’t think I would have to spell it out for you,” she turns back to the board, ready to start class. 

Your conversation with Pansy is interrupted when Professor Slughorn appear in front of the classroom and starts class, telling you to get into pairs. You turn to Draco, who was always your partner, Pansy with Blaise, Crabbe with Goyle. Everyone in the class regardless of their houses worked with the same people. Slughorn notices this and asks, “How about we switch it up and work with different people?” This earns a chorus of groans from the class. “I’m glad all of you are so eager to work with each other,” he says sarcastically. “I’ll assign the partners.” This earns more groans from the class.

Slughorn starts to pair people up with each other. You start to think that Slughorn is trying to make drama in the class when he starts. “Parkinson and Potter,” he announces.

“You’re bloody joking,” Pansy huffs making you laugh with Draco, making Pansy turn beet red. She grabs her things and moves to a work table in the back of the classroom. 

Slughorn continues to rattle off names of unlikely duos. “Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy,” Slughorn continues as you have to stifle your laugher and Draco whispers multiple profanities, slapping your shoulder, him grabbing his things in a huff. Hermione was definitely not happy about this pairing either as she has a scared look on her face as she looks at Ron before she moves to the back tables. “Miss (Y/L/N) and Mr. Weasley,” Slughorn announces.

Your heart quite literally stops and Ron looks like a deer in headlights. You did not expect this pair to happen. You can hear Draco cackling in the back of the classroom as you whip your head around. “Shut it, you nitwit,” you spit at him as he continues to laugh. You grab all of your belongings and make your way to a back table as Ron follows. Draco is still laughing, so you waste no time, slapping him upside the head, him letting out an ow! as you do so. “Bloody moron,” you huff at him before plopping down at a table with a shy Ron next to you. It is awkward. 

Slughorn calls out the last few partners before giving you the assignment for the  day. After he finished speaking, the class is silent for a long beat before the small chatter beings. You turn to Ron and offer him a small smile which he nervously reciprocate. The poor bloke is afraid of me, you think too yourself. “-so-”

“-um-”

The both of you talk at the same time. “You go,” you insist to Ron.

He shakes his head. “No, no, go ahead, I don’t even know what I was going to say, something stupid probably,” he tells you. His comment makes you lightly laugh. You suggest how you should start the task given. “Yep, much smarter than what I was going to say.”

You laugh again, “I’m sure what you were going to say was not stupid, Ron.” You had him a few vials of liquids needed to craft this potion. He carefully takes them from your hands and you notice how he actively avoids touching his hands against yours as if they were poison. Your heart kind of sinks at this. Were you that intimidating to him? You start, “You know,” you grab a pair of gloves, “I don’t bite. I know other people in the school say otherwise, but I’m not that bad.”

Ron gives you a genuine smile and laughs, looking down as his feet. “I’m sure you don’t,” he tells you as you blush lightly. “I guess pretty girls scare me.” Your heart rate picks up at the compliment, gulping a little bit, not making eye contact, too scare to. This was so unlike yourself. Ron clears his throat, “Anyway, let’s start, shall we?”

Within thirty minutes, you and Ron have completed all of the assignments for today’s class. You still had thirty minutes left of class, but Slughorn comes over. “Everything looks right to me!” he exclaims with excitement. “Well done, Miss (Y/L/N) and Mr. Weasley! Since you’ve completed your work, I can dismiss you early from class!” 

“What? That’s rubbish!” yells Draco from the other side of the room. You stick your tongue out at him before grabbing your things and thanking Slughorn for the great class. 

You and Ron exit the class. “Job well done, indeed,” you laugh as you nudge Ron’s shoulder as he laughs. The two of you walk side by side down the hall. “Um, well, I guess I’ll see you around, Weasley.”

Starting to walk in the opposite direction, you hear Ron call, “Wait! Uh...” You turn around to see Ron behind you. “I have nothing to do for the rest of the day, and I was, um, do you wanna hang out by the Black Lake? I had snacks that I stole from the kitchen this morning.”

You cannot prevent the smile that forms across your lips. “Yeah, sounds fun.”

Ron’s lips form a cheeky grin. “Wicked.”

The two of you made your way to the Black Lake, making small talk here and there until you reached your destination. The both of you sat side by side on the grass as Ron handed you a bag of crisps from his backpack as you thank him for the snack. “So,” he starts, “this might be a weird question, but...why are you friends with people like Malfoy and Parkinson?”

You smile and lightly laugh at the question. “Draco and I are like siblings. He’s the brother I never had. When I got to Hogwarts, as hard as it may be to believe, I was really shy. I didn’t talk to many people and he took me under his wing. He helped me find my voice. I owe that to him. But that’s all that Draco and I are. Friends,” you stress, trying to express that you and Draco’s relationship was simply platonic. Ron nods. “Pansy on the other hand, she and I became friends because of Draco, but to be honest, she annoys me more than she does entertain me.”

This makes Ron laugh. “I thought I was the only one who found her dreadful,” he chuckles.

“What about you? Why are you friends with Harry and Hermione?” you ask him before munching on a chip.

Ron takes a deep breath in. “Like you said, Harry’s my brother. He gets me into deep shit, but he’s my brother.” You laugh at his passing joke, Ron looking at you out of the corner of his eye. “But seriously, Harry and I met on the train to Hogwarts. He and I have been inseparable since. Hermione, on the other hand, butt her way into Harry and I’s friendship. Again, she gets me into some deep shit, too, but here I am...The two of them are much braver than I am though, so I don’t quite understand why they think I’m a good addition to this team.”

You nudge his shoulder. “I disagree with that,” you speak truthfully. “You’re a Gryffindor! You’re like a lion,” you shimmy your shoulders, making him laugh.

“A little lion,” he retorts. 

“More of a lion than I am,” you counter, making him blush.

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More classes like this came along. You and Ron partnered up and finished your assignment for the day early, escaping class to hang out by the lake, eat snacks, and clown around. The more time you spent with Ron, the more comfortable you were with each other. But most of your interactions were limited to Potions class and your Blake Lake encounters. Other than that, you hung out with different people, spend your free time doing different things. This made you both cherish your private moments more. 

You sat by the Black Lake today, eating biscuits that your mom sent in a parcel to you. As you munched, you spoke, “The Yule Ball is coming up.” The mention of the Yule Ball makes the both of you tense. Neither of you had dates yet and you both secretly hoped the other wanted to go with each other. “You reckon you know who you want to ask?”

Ron munches on his biscuit quietly before swallowing. “Not really,” he lies through his teeth. I want to take you, Ron thinks. “What about you?” You shake your head no. I want to go with you, you think. “I’m sure you’ll have someone ask you, (Y/N). How could you not get a date? Look at you,” he tells you as you blush. 

You wanted to scream at him to ask you. That you wanted him to take you to the Yule Ball so you didn’t have to go with someone like Crabbe or Goyle. But you don’t. You just sit and finish your biscuit. “I think I’m gonna head back,” you confess, not really wanting to stay any longer with Ron no matter how much you actually wanted to capitalize on your time with him. 

As you rise, Ron watches you gather your things. You bloody idiot, just say it, he thinks to himself. Mustering up all of the confidence he has, Ron stands up and stops you. “(Y/N)?” he asks, stopping you from walking away from him. You look at the Weasley, waiting for him to say something. Anything. Ron takes a deep breath in and then says, “Go to the Yule Ball with me.”

Your heart flutters and the biggest smile appears on your face followed by beet red cheeks. Ron stares at you, relishing in how beautiful you look in this moment with kind eyes and rosy cheeks. “Okay. Yes,” you shake your head, making Ron smile wide.

“Brilliant,” he whispers, picking up his bag, walking back to the castle with you. “I’m glad you said yes.”

Nudging his shoulder, you tease, “Well, you didn’t make it a question, little lion.” Ron chuckles. “I would have said yes either way,” you admit.

-----

The Yule Ball rolled around and you were ball of nerves and excitement. You couldn’t wait to just go downstairs and see Ron and spend the evening with him. You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time, smoothing your hands over the satin crimson fabric of your dress. You smiled to yourself, you chose this dress mostly because of how beautiful it was, but also knowing it was the colors of Gryffindor. You wanted everyone to know who you were at the dance with. You were wearing these colors with pride tonight. 

Before you made your way to the ball, you met up with Draco. “Wow,” he claps as you walk towards him, you rolling your eyes. “You look stunning,” Draco tells you as you smile.

“You look fine,” you shrug as Draco teasingly slapping your shoulder. “I’m kidding, Malfoy, you look great.”

Draco offers you his arm as you both make your way to the hall where the Ball was. “I never asked you,” Draco says, “who was the lucky bloke who asked you?”

As you turn the corner to the hall, there Ron was, dressed in a black suit with a jacket that was a smidge too big on him. Probably a hand-me-down from Fred or George. Regardless, Ron looked handsome as ever. Your heart thumped out of your chest when you saw him. “Him,” you whisper breathlessly. 

Draco chuckles at first because he thinks you’re kidding. “You’re going with a Weasley?” he asks in disbelief. You ignore his snide comment, disjoining you from Draco, and you walk over to Ron. Draco turns to Zabini, “Did you know she was going with Weasley?” Zabini shakes his head. “What has gotten into her?”

Ron feels as if he may faint. You looked absolutely breathtaking in your dress of crimson, hair perfectly falling to frame your face. He felt like a fish out of water in his older brother’s old suit, but his thoughts were pushed aside when you approached him. “You are gorgeous,” he blurts, making you blush. “I can’t believe you’re my date,” he lightly laughs, grabbing your hand. “I’m the luckiest guy here.”

Smiling at the boy in front of you, you squeeze his hand. “I can’t believe you’re my date,” you confess. “I have the kindest, handsomest boy as my date to the Yule Ball.” Ron blushes a deep shade of red, almost matching your dress. “You want to go in, lion?” you call him his nickname. Ron nods and guides you inside to the ball. 

-----

The Yule Ball was fun for the first hour and a half. But soon enough you grew tired of dancing and jumping around. Ron looked over at you and spoke over the music, “You wanna get out of here?” You don’t even have to answer him, you just grab his hand and start making your way out. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughs. 

When you are outside of the hall, Ron tells you, “Give me one minute. I need to grab something from my room before we go. I’ll be right back.”

You watch him leave, a big smile on your face as you smooth out the material of your dress. This night felt nothing short of magical. Ron was a gentleman, making you laugh, dancing with you the whole night, making sure you were comfortable. He was perfect.

“You went to the ball with Weasley? (Y/N), you can do so much better,” Pansy laughs from behind you. “He’s a complete git.” Anger starts to rise in your chest. “You really could have anyone in this school and you chose the man who wears his brothers’ old clothes. He can barely stand up for himself, he has to let Granger fight his battles for him.”

“Will you shut it, Parkinson?” you snap. “Just because Draco didn’t ask you to the Yule Ball doesn’t mean you have to pick on everyone else’s dates because you are unhappy that you had to settle for Goyle. It’s not my fault that you get upset when people are happier than you. So how about this? Keep your opinions to yourself, because I can assure you no one wants to hear them. Not me, not Draco, no one.” Pansy’s face turns sheet white. “I like Ron. I think he’s brilliant. And I’m going to enjoy my night with him.”

The silence between you is deafening when you finish. Pansy just stares at you as you catch your breath from yelling at her. You hear someone clear their throat behind you. Spinning around, you see Ron behind you. You wished you could feel embarrassed right now, but you don’t. You just grab his hand and leave a shocked Pansy behind. “Merlin, remind me not to make you angry,” Ron diffuses the situation, brilliantly. You laugh at him before intertwining your fingers, leaving the Ball behind and escaping to your signature spot.

Draco leaves the hall and sees you leaving with Ron, hands clasped together. “Can you believe her?” Pansy asks Draco.

Draco just looks at Pansy. “I don’t care who she’s with. As long as she’s happy and they make her happy. That’s all you should care about too,” he speaks before walking away from Pansy with Crabbe and Goyle not too far behind him.

Soon, you and Ron arrive to Black Lake and sit beside each other on the grass in your ball attire, not caring if it gets dirty at this point. You look out at the lake as it shimmers in the moonlight. The night was beautiful. Just chilly. Ron immediately notices you shiver and without hesitation, he takes off his suit jacket and places it over your shoulders. “You don’t have to,” you insist.

“Yes, I do. Don’t want you to get sick now, do we?” Ron smiles at you, wrapping an arm behind you carefully as you lean into him. 

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence, you resting your head on his shoulder as he lays his head on yours. “What did you have to grab from your room?” you curiously ask him. 

You can feel Ron smile against your hair. “Reach into my jacket pocket. The left one.” You do so and pull out a small red rose. Its petals were lightly crushed from being pushed into his suit jacket pocket. You look up at Ron, eyebrows furrowed as if to say what’s this all about? “I wanted to get you a whole bouquet, but they wouldn’t have fit in my pocket,” he jokes as you laugh. “I like you, (Y/N). A lot. I like spending time with you and being around you. You make me happy. So, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to be my girlfriend?” 

His confidence is palpable. You’d been rubbing off on him. He must have been rubbing off on you because there is a deep shade of red on your cheeks, you feel almost unable to speak. You finally find the words and say, “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend, Weasley.”

Ron smiles big and just gawks at you. “You’re my girlfriend now?”

“I’m your girlfriend,” you repeat as he laughs. “And you’re my little lion now.”

The two of you just look at each other for a moment before he speaks, “I’m going to kiss you...if that’s okay.” You nod your head and close the gap in between you two. The kiss is gentle and his lips are soft against yours. He kisses you like he is afraid of breaking you. His hand cups your cheek, pulling you in closer. You smile lightly into the kiss before pulling away slowly. “Bloody hell,” he whispers, inches from your face. “I’m so glad that this went better than I expected,” he admits as you laugh at your boyfriend.

[upset-hufflepuff]

Asking the Hogwarts Mystery characters their pronouns

I know it's a tik tok trend but I'm doing it here

Rowan: Oh, uh...any pronouns work for me, I suppose...

Penny: Thank you so much for asking, love! It's she/her, how about yours?

Diego: You can call me whatever you like ;)

Chiara: Um...well...perhaps she/they?

Tonks: She/her for me, maybe even they/them if you're feeling funky, I suppose he/him when I'm pretending to be a bloke, don't blow my cover, but not normally you know-

Tulip: *panicking*

Talbott: Uhm...he and him? Is that right?

Badeea: Thank you, I think it's she/her. Perhaps she/they, even? Still wondering...there's so many intriguing options!

Andre: He/they ;)

Bill: He/him for me, how about you?

Charlie: LISTEN until now I always said he/him but I recently found out they/them exists and I am CONFLICTE-

Ben: Uh.....um...I.....I think...the boy ones, what are they....he/him! Did I say it right?

Jae: No pronouns, any pronouns, doesn't matter- hypothetical question, if you were to buy something illegal what would it be and how much would you be willing to pay for i-

Merula: Nor/Mal, haha!>:)..............................Merlin, FINE, she/her. I think.

Ismelda: Haha...what...I'm straight...>:(....

Barnaby: Ooh, I know this one!!! It's he and him!!!!!

Liz: They/Them, thanks for asking love!

Orion: What are pronouns if not just another social construct with no real meaning?

Murphy: Pronouns are nothing but words created and spread by societal norms to fit in a gender binary which is also, in the end, just a social construct based on old fashioned ideas regarding one's place in the world according to their biological sex when in realit-

Skye: I'm a girl, now shut up and get your broom, you're late

[brawltogethernow]

I suppose the next step then is "BBC Merlin but it's SpideyTorch"

Oh my god. TEACHER, TEACHER, SHE’S TARGETING ME okay okay uh.

Peter, secret warlock, goes to Camelot with his mother figure, May, who does not know about the warlock thing because it kicked in when he was a teenager and they both strategically decline to tell each other things. Gaius is Reed, who was the court sorcerer and is now the court scientist. (He’s not an old man except spiritually where he has been a senile professor since he was 19.) He literally didn’t change anything he was doing, considering science and magic as different points on one spectrum anyway-- No. That’s Doom’s schtick. DOOM was the court sorcerer, and was fired. He is upset about it. Reed is just a science guy but worked extensively with Victor, so he’s kind of useful, but not as useful as Peter was hoping.

I know very little about Sue and Johnny’s dad except that he’s a supervillain who...faked his death, revealed himself, and then died for real like 12 hours later? Did he also fake his wife’s death at some point? Would he do a mad king magic ban thing? Idk but for plot purposes we’ll say yes. They conveniently already share Arthur’s dead mom syndrome. Maybe their aunt whose name is different depending on what issue you’re reading is also here just to convolute the court drama. Wait no didn’t Arthur have a shady uncle show up after like five seasons. She.

Peter is very talented at finicky, specific magical formulas. (Reed: :) )But in practice he really prefers to just slam out a big wave of power, and if that doesn’t solve the problem, repeat until it does. (Reed: :( ) He gives this a go at the beginning of sorting out any problem, like restarting your glitching computer, and if it doesn’t work the problem is complicated enough to be an episode plot.

So obviously I’m still gonna do secret identity shit? Peter saves the young prince and heir’s life and is rewarded with a second job; he only came here for job reasons and you’re all lucky he doesn’t turn down paying jobs otherwise he’d be having some words with the king. Peter also accidentally becomes a masked vigilante out in the town. His very existence is illegal because he’s obviously doing magic! They keep sending his boss out to hunt him down, and their eyes are always locking dramatically and shit in brief silent stare-offs from opposite ends of the street in thunder storms at sunset until Johnny’s horse rears and breaks the eye contact causing Peter to snap out of it and flee. You know how it is.

Sue is older than Johnny and thus older than the magic ban, so she responded to it by going “:) That’s nice, Dad” and socking away a bunch of books before they could go on the fire, and now she’s just a sorceress on the dl. This is approx. a first season finale reveal, because her real superpower is being able to keep her mouth the hell shut. I literally cannot with how nobody in Merlin ever exchanges information, so shortly after Peter and Reed learn this they exchange secrets, like sane people, which opens up their resources a bit.

That said Sue is an extra legitimate royal, not the Morgana equivalent. Maybe Gwen should be Gwen, especially since I have thought Gwen/Johnny/Peter has potential since reading Spider-Man/Fantastic Four (which if you read an earlier ask, I recommend if you want to see new art of Gwen being mean in hair clips). But Peter/Gwen and Merlin/Freya are like...same energy except the latter wasn’t as well done. And Merlin’s Guinevere honestly more reminds me of Betty. Morgana--

(wheeze)

(cough)

Okay I thought this trying to reconcile as much of the cast as possible and I now can’t unthink it so. The king’s ward is Dorrie Evans. Yes she goes nebulously sapphic evil witch queen. Sure she was an unpleasant teenager and readers hate her, but you know what, I’ll simp, whatever. Let Dorrie poison some people. In a cape. This feels natural to me. Also Betty Brant and Dorrie Evans???? Betty/Dorrie vibes???? I guess!!!!

So like. The thing where Arthur gets mystically whammied by love potions once a month, except also Johnny’s normal relationship-anticipating giddiness happening organically mixed in, the part before he actually starts dating someone and becomes immediately depressed. Peter is in the bg sarcastically dismissing magical incidents saying he can’t even tell the difference, and Reed is like 😬 Please Check Anyway. Peter’s not, haha, Peter’s not jealous, Johnny is just an idiot, and, okay maybe Peter is a little jealous! But it doesn’t matter because the prince is going to marry some noble and--

Reed: Prince Johnathan is a bit like a little brother to me, so Please Stop Telling Me About Your Problems.

Reed/Sue is reciprocated but on permanent hold for class reasons. Spideytorch is in the same boat except they’re also stupid and working it out by dating their way through the whole country, except Peter is actually into that and Johnny is not.

The dragon is...Ezekiel?????? That’s the right level of wise wry mentor who’s very shady and will kill you, so he’s a dragon now. And when he tells Peter he’s the (other) chosen one, Peter full stop doesn’t believe him. This disbelief goes on extensively. Peter is not a fate-oriented person. Johnny would love to hear about the fate thing, but no one will tell him.

Literally I’m just going to add more chronologically unmoored medievalish shit to Merlin now to cram more of the cast in. There’s some kind of town crier/herald outfit, and Jonah is their boss. He’s just out in the road yelling sometimes even though he can delegate that. The buglers otherwise known as Bugle staff named Peter’s vigilante persona the Spider, which was supposed to sound menacing but is in practice also cool. This is out-of-universe fairly equivalent to Merlin’s real name as a neat two-syllable animal word and possible title. In-universe maybe I’d elbow out Emrys and just use this. Merlin is already very servants-don’t-work-like-that, so Betty just also has two jobs for no reason so she can knock elbows with them.

MJ is the court jester and knows absolutely everything, which is a dramatic mid-game reveal that isn’t exactly foreshadowed so much as always possible while carefully obscured from the viewer (the reader). Before this she’s already a Wise Fool, Shakespeare-ways archetype character, it’s just not clear how much. She is the most important character in Homestuck Merlin Spider.

Every ship is real for at least 30 seconds. Most of the extended FF cast are either magical antagonists or weird nobles.

Ben????? (Grimm, I mean. Ben Parker is dead. Ben Reilly is a recurring episodic plot.) This show was painfully formulaic and would simply not keep someone with any version of his deal in the main cast, but he’s a full quarter of the FF so. A magical accident approximated his rock body deal. Maybe specifically tying him to ~the magic of the land~. And then, uh. Wandering the country is too satellite-like. Hiding out in a forbidden castle wing is interesting but doesn’t do him justice. So I guess it’s a come and go semivoluntary transformation thing that’s kept secret? Rock werewolf. Were-rock. Good opportunity to fake out like you’re going to do a monster of the week plot, and then he contributes to the tension to abolish the magic ban.

Knights?? Wyatt is there from the beginning, being tall and reassuring (holding a sword edition). Not sure how him or his immediate ancestors got to Europe and then ended up this involved with the local nobility, but it was probably exciting. And Flash, or he’s an early addition. Either way he’s from the same village as Peter and is approximately White’s Kay, except directed at the wizard instead of the future king, and otherwise you can completely superimpose their comic dynamic including the fanboying over the secret identity angle, which is entertainingly seditious. ...Others. I don’t know enough FF characters for this. I’ve accidentally implied the eventual addition of Bennet Brant, but his evil sorcerer of the week energy is very strong, so maybe not. Randy eventually because I already implied the Robertsons and can see it.

This is so long, covers nothing, and explains none of the namechecks. Using both these characters’ franchises in one fusion is too much stuff. I keep not talking about the core relationship because it’s just. Like That. I don’t feel like I need to elaborate on the Merthur dynamic, even transposed on a different ship. It’s Just Like That.

[yourspookyghoul]

Hello! :)

Hello every-person! I'm someone who lives on the same planet as you, but you have yet to be fully aware of my existence. Fascinating, isn't it? Unfortunately, my life has grown so dull and lonely as an INTP-T, I have resorted to blogging all my sordid secrets on this website. I have yet to find a name, or have a name that finds me. Finding your true identity is cruel, whether it be who you are as a person, or your gender. I struggle with both sides of the spectrum of course!

I am NeuroDivergent as I have both ADHD and ASD! These two conditions mean that I severely struggle with day to day life and it makes things very mentally taxing. Due to this, I also struggle with depression as my life can be a living hell. Not just because of these conditions, but also because of other difficult, upsetting situations that I'm sure many others have to deal with too. You are not alone!

Anyway, here are some of my favourite things, most of them which I hyperfixate over:

Vocaloid + A giant mix of different music genres! :) Please give me music suggestions I would love to listen to what you guys listen to! Other artists I love are Melanie Martinez, Nirvana, Twenty One Pilots, Chase Atlantic, Marina and The Diamonds + A giant range of others!

FNAF

DDLC

Danganronpa! :D

Greek Mythology + Any kind of Mythology really

I play a lot of games but mainly on my Xbox! I love AC: Odyssey, which I am currently still playing. Of course, Minecraft is an all time favourite. So is Roblox + Many others!

Continuing off from music genres; I do listen to this music band called Skáld who sing in Old Norse about Vikings and their Gods. I believe their music is absolutely beautiful and you should really check them out!

Also continuing off of Vocaloid, I can immensely obsess over the characters that some content creators create. I have two words for those that are familiar: Norman Minecraft.

Continuing off of obsessing over fictional characters; I have a very overactive imagination and will randomly teleport into my own little world with my favourite characters I either see or create inside my mind. It brings me comfort.

As well as Greek Mythology I also have an obsession with Mythological Creatures such as Dragons.

Merlin!!

CATS, DOGS, ANIMALS.

Anime, and I've watched a fair few. Examples are Devilman Crybaby, 7DS, Tokyo Ghoul, AOT, MHA + Others

Markiplier is my comfort creator

I listen to ASMR, it helps me relax and calm down. I find it weird how it is judged by others.

There is a lot more but I will never finish this if I write everything down.

Ah, I got carried away with how much I've written, but I want people to know me well before I start posting more. One thing you should really know about me is that I will not judge you. I'm too confused by the principles of judgement to do so, it is pointless in my eyes. I do understand illegal acts, which I do not condone.

Hopefully, someone will see this and respond. Maybe we can become mutuals? I've yet to see someone who is interested in the same things as me.

I do not have a name, but I do go by they/them pronouns and I am part of the LGBTQ+. But if you would prefer I have a name... maybe my username is something to go by? ;)

So, that's me :)

[fishoutofcamelot]

As requested by @vallirenwrites​, my theories as mentioned in my notes to the reblog of this post. 

The question: How did Uther commit genocide against a bunch of sorcerers and also literal dragons without dying 50 times over? 

It’s a valid question. If just one sorcerer could easily kill Uther, then how did he survive the height of the Purge when a whole community of sorcerers would conceivably be gunning for him at the same time? If one dragon can burn Camelot to the ground, then how could Uther have possibly fared against 100 of them?

Well, here’s one possibility: divide and conquer.

Many other people have mentioned, say, Balinor and Gaius in the notes of that post. It’s confirmed canonically that Balinor was tricked into helping Uther chain up Kilgharrah, and it wouldn’t be surprising if Gaius used his magic against his own people too. 

And that’s definitely on the right track. Uther could probably only subdue magic by relying on other magic users and then betraying them. We know for a fact that he did just that with both Nimueh and Balinor, albeit for different reasons. 

Many people, myself included, have theorized that the real reason Uther started the Purge was because magic is a threat to hierarchy. That is to say, letting poor people learn or at least have access to such a useful skill would equalize the power dynamics between nobility and peasantry. If a poor person has access to magic, they can resist authority. They can turn to magic for food and medicine and protection instead of relying on knights and kings. If they don’t like a king, it’s that much easier to depose the bastard. And if a peasant has magic while a noble doesn’t, then suddenly the peasant arguably has more power in that scenario. 

Long story short, magic is a logistical nightmare for authoritarianism.

Resource and education management within the lower class was, if not the main reason behind the Purge, then a very beneficial side effect.

As Gaius says in episode 1 when Merlin asks him about the Purge, magic users started getting bolder. Started, according to him, doing bad stuff with it. But remember that Gaius is a noble too, probably, or at the very least he’s very chummy with a lot of them. And we know he’s at least marginally sympathetic/supportive of Uther’s cause. With the stuff about nobles in mind, we must now analyze what he meant when he said that sorcerers were using their magic for evil and that the Purge was a necessary evil to curb their chaos. Maybe they were using their magic for evil - from the perspective of a frightened noble. 

So here’s how I think it happened:

Peasants started noticing that with magic on their side, they could rise up against oppressive nobles. They could start claiming some power and land for themselves. Maybe Camelot saw itself on the verge of a political revolution. 

Naturally, Uther and the other nobles started to sweat. What do we do about this? Well, if they’re using magic to educate and protect themselves, just take away the magic! 

I don’t think it started with a snap-and-turn illegalization of magic. A dramatic law hammering the country in an instant like that would have seen a lot more criticism and resistance. But if it happened gradually, over time, then what begins as a few restrictive policies on magic use might eventually slippery-slope into wholesale genocide. 

Some nobles have magic. But even they have a vested interest in this new campaign to restrict magic from the poor. Letting poor people use magic puts them on equal footing after all, and those magic-using nobles are still nobles after all. Best to keep magic with those who deserve it - that is to say, rich people.

Uther has their support now. He uses the help of nobles and their magic to enforce and subjugate poorer magic users. Maybe they use the Gean Canagh to steal magic from a few of their more outspoken rebels. Maybe they use magic restraints of some kind, but whether those canonically exist remains unknown.

First, a sales tax is imposed on all magic items and spellbooks, which gets more expensive with every passing month. Eventually, only the wealthy can afford them. 

Then, magic-users need to put their name into a registry. Refusal to enter the registry will be met with punishment. 

Next, anyone whose name is in the registry needs to pay a spell-casting tax. If you take your name off the registry, you no longer pay the tax - but casting spells while unregistered will result in banishment. 

After that, only certain spells can be cast without a certain permit or license, which you need to be of noble descent.

Then, crimes involving magic face harshened punishments. Torture, banishment, having your magic taken by the Gean Canagh - and in the most extreme cases, execution.

Bit by bit, magic becomes more risky to use and less accessible to the lower class, enabling the nobility to consolidate their power over the kingdom. But it doesn’t end there.

He tells the dragonlords to keep their dragons under control. Convinces them to keep them in stables instead of letting them roam free, for the sake of protecting scared villagers. Feed them less. Dragons die due from starvation, restrictive enclosures, and depression.

Then it turns more sinister. Just kill a few of your dragons, only a few, Uther says - dragons require a lot of food and land to survive, and all these dragons flying around are gonna cause a food shortage. Just kill the old and sick ones, the runts, the wasted space. Don’t hatch quite so many eggs. Don’t hatch any eggs.

All the while, Uther started a propaganda campaign. To alert the non-magical masses to be wary of their magic-using friends. They may seem innocent now, but peasants don’t have the proper education or know-how to use magic without hurting others. If you use magic too much, the power will corrupt you. And those sorcerers whose magic we stripped away? They were conspiring against the crown. They were trying to destroy the kingdom.

Now non-magical peasants don’t trust their magical companions as much as they used to. People don’t trust magic like they used to. That rebel movement everyone was so fond of a month ago? Now that’s an extremist militia of power-hungry sorcerers. 

But even that isn’t enough. Nobles and peasants is a good division, but how do you keep the peasants from uniting against the upper class? Simple. You turn the peasants against each other too. And you do this by turning types of magic-users against each other. You turn religious magic-users like druids and priestesses against the more secular ones. You turn naturally gifted ones like dragonlords and seers against those who had to study for their magic.

(This part, turning the naturals against the studyers, is probably what caused such a discrepancy between narratives. Gaius tells Merlin that magic is something to be learned, while Balinor is insistent that you either have it or you don’t. Boom, now we’ve got gatekeeping in the magic community.)

All this unrest and suspicion within the kingdom begins to reach a boiling point. The nobles point to this as further evidence that peasants can’t be trusted with magic, if they’re going to be so volatile about it.

Then Ygraine dies. Whether or not it’s intentional, her death is used to perpetuate the anti-magic movement, and Nimueh is hung up as a scapegoat. 

By now, many dragons are dead, and those that aren’t already dead are weak and dying. Resources to help magic-users learn and study have been restricted, so a lot of them don’t know or can’t cast the higher level stuff. Most of the powerful and rebellious magic-users have either been executed or had their magic taken away. And the magic community is so distrustful and restless that no one trusts each other enough to unite under the cause of rebellion.

After years of gradually squeezing the magic community, they are now too weak and spread too thin to lead an effective uprising. They’ve been cut off from their magical resources and spellbooks. They’ve been divided and turned against each other. Not only that, but all magic-users are in a registry, meaning Uther knows exactly who to target first. 

The magic-using nobles think they’ll be spared at first, that Uther would never betray them. But the king proves himself far more ruthless than predicted, and within a week the air is clouded with smoke from noble pyres.

That’s how I think it happened, anyway. Could be totally off tho!

[worldcrawlerhp]

Hermione Granger’s Trial

“We are gathered to hear of the 53 counts of crimes committed by one Hermione Jean Granger:

Arson attempt on one Professor Snape of Hogwarts.

Theft of polyjiuce ingredients from Hogwarts potions stores.

Illegal supply and use of polyjiuce potion to impersonate Hogwarts students Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, and Mimsy the Cat belonging to Millicent Bulstrade—“

“Excuse me sir, the cat was not intentional!”

“Yes thank you Miss Granger. Moving on;

Possession and extended use of an unregistered time turner.

Illegally freeing one Buckbeak, a prisoner due for execution.

Illegally freeing one Sirius Black, a prisoner due for Dementor’s kiss.

Concealing the whereabouts of one Buckbeak and one Sirius Black from authorities.

Kidnapping one Rita Skeeter.

Keeping one Rita Skeeter (unregistered beetle animagus) in a jar for an extended period of time.

Making threats to one Rita Skeeter about her articles.

Starting and masterminding an illegal society named ‘Dumbledore’s Army’.

Practicing and teaching defence spells that were at the time illegal to students.

Lying to High Inquisitor Umbridge about alleged terrorist weapons.

Intentionally entrapping High Inquisitor Umbridge with the Centaurs of Hogwarts forest.

Illegally travelling unaccompanied from school grounds during term time.

Use of magic outside of school grounds.

Breaking and entering the Ministry of Magic.

Destruction of the prophecy hall within the Department of Mysteries, Ministry of Magic.

Destruction of several time turners and experiments within the Time Room, Department of Mysteries, Ministry of Magic.

Performing an unsanctioned obliviation on two muggles, Dr Helena Granger and Dr Martin Granger.

Use of magic to forge muggle documentation of passports, visas, and drivers licences under the names Monica and Wendell Wilkins.

Illegal use of polyjuce potion to impersonate one Harry Potter, Undesirable, however consent was given in this case.

Continued use of illegal undetectable extension charms.

Hiding from authorities as a wanted undesirable.

Hiding from authorities when called in to blood-status questioning.

Accomplice in hiding wanted undesirables Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley.

Threatening one Mundungus Fletcher for information.

Kidnapping one Mafalda Hopkirk and taking a strand of hair without her consent.

Illegally gaining access to the Ministry of Magic under polyjiuce potion.

Theft of Slytherin’s locket belonging to High Inquisitor Dolores Umbridge.

Destruction of the residence of one Bathilda Bagshot, Godric’s Hollow.

Attempted destruction of one horcrux, held within Slytherin’s locket, belonging to one Tom Riddle, known as Voldemort, thereby committing partial attempted murder.

Impersonating Penelope Clearwater in front of official Snatchers.

Concealing the true identities of undesirables Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley from official Snatchers.

Complicity and main beneficiary in the destruction of an antique heirloom chandelier of family Malfoy.

Theft of a wand, 12 3/4 inch walnut with dragon heartstring, belonging to one Bellatrix Lestrange.

Theft of a hair of one Belletrix Lestrange.

Illegally impersonating one Bellatrix Lestrange through the use of polyjiuce potion in order to gain access to Gringotts bank.

Accessory to the confunding of two Gringotts security guards.

Accessory to the Imperiosing of Travers Mcgarrin and Bogrod of Gringotts .

Illegally accessing the Lestrange vaults in Gringotts.

Theft of the cup of Helga Hufflepuff from the Lestrange vaults.

Destruction of Goblin-made dragon shackles.

Destruction of underground railroad, entrance floor, and roof of Gringotts bank via illegally riding a dragon.

Intentionally letting a dragon loose in the English countryside.

Breaking curfew in the village of Hogsmeade by apparating into the village after allowed hours.

Illegally gaining access to Hogwarts school.

Destruction of the cup of Helga Hufflepuff.

Destruction of one horcrux, contained in the cup, belonging to Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort, and thereby committing partial premeditated murder.

Theft of the diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw.

Aiding in the destruction of the diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw.

Aiding in the destruction of one horcrux belonging to Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort, and thereby aiding in partial premeditated murder.

Destruction of several corridors of Hogwarts school, thereby causing the deaths of 5 Death Eaters.

Solicitor Jenkins, you have the floor.”

“Thank you your honour. It is needless to say that Miss Granger committed all the mentioned acts as direct and indirect ways of freeing the world of Voldemort, something in which she was successful despite all the odds. This has effectively saved thousands of innocent lives and brought back many British asylum seekers to our shores.

I would also like to remind the court that even though a law may exist, that does not make it right, and Miss Granger has shown truly insightful judgement and reasoning in the face of such unjust laws. Many of the aforementioned laws broken by Miss Granger have since been rescinded, supporting my point.

It is also suggested that any punishments required for the remaining offences have been executed tenfold through the unfair persecution of muggle-borns immediately prior and during the Second Wizarding War, being forced into hiding, and suffering the crucicatus cast by Mrs Lestrange. I would like to remind the court that Mrs Lestrange was widely accepted as having mastered the curse, and was imprisoned for life for a list of crimes including submitting multiple of her victims to the cruciatus to insanity. Miss Granger suffered under her wand for approximately twenty minutes.

Therefore it is my suggestion to clear any remaining items and allow the young Miss Granger out of the courtroom as a free woman with a clear record, and allow her to collect her Order of Merlin, First Class tomorrow in person.”

“Thank you Jenkins. Is there anybody here who wishes to press further charges against the defendant?”

There were low murmurs from all corners of the room, but nobody spoke up.

“It is therefore this court’s duty to move to voting of the Wizgamot. All those in favour of a full pardon for the actions just listed, please raise your hands.”

Hands were raised in a sea of red cloaks.

“Those against?”

A couple of members shuffled nervously in their seats but nobody raised their hands.

“With 58 votes for and zero against, this court declares Hermione Jean Granger cleared of all charges. Could Ronald Billius Weasley please take the stand.”

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A/N: So this was a little plunny that came to me and I got carried away writing it. I think they would have had to put all three of them on trial after the war in order to clear their names, but when I started writing it I realised that actually... there was quite a lot to what they had done! Anyway hope you enjoyed!

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Blood Petals

Hi! i decided to write this (which is a big deal for me because I’ve never post anything on ao3), it’s an idea I had for a while now and I really hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it.. (It’s going to be a multichapter Drarry fanfic with background prongsfoot). English is not my first lenguage so I apologize if there’s any grammar or vocabulary errors. 

Summary:

Draco Malfoy follows Harry Potter into the ministry in fifth year.

Or

How Draco Malfoy managed to bring shame into his family, get hanahaki and bring Potter’s father from the dead, all in one day.

Chapter 1 : The deal.

It was rather bizar to think that Draco Malfoy, Slytherin prince, had put himself willingly in this position. Looking back to it, following Potter and his gryffindors into the ministry was just stupid. No award that could had been given by Umbridge for caughing them all by himself was worth this. Not even scarhead ridiculous face when they would finally expel him.

It was easy enough, the others were too caugh up in their nonsense plan to notice him following them with another thestral. Once they had infiltrated the ministry he just kept his distance, put a notice me not on himself just in case and moved along with them. At this point Draco was intrigued, what the hell was this important to have Potter this anxious and murderous at the same time...he just kept talking about this bloody door. Draco was intrigued indeed.

What’s most curious about this whole fucking situation is that Draco Malfoy had known that he was in love with Harry bloody Potter since he saw him at Madam Malkin’s. Even with the horrible clothes and the glasses sightly crooked, the blond boy saw him and instantly fell in love, of course that was a disaster and it became more embarrassing when the beautiful boy refused to shake his hand on the train while defending the weasel. Draco Malfoy always thought he was good at hiding this very problematic feeling because, since he knew it existed, he would just do his very best effort in hating Potter every morning of every day since he was eleven. Never in his life thought he would act so utterly stupid and let it be known that he loved Harry bloody Potter.

“Give me the prophesy and your friends will be... Draco? What in Salazar’s name are you doing here?” The Malfoy heir thought about answering that he had a very stupid idea and now he was here but his father was with aunt Bella, the rest of them were masked; this were full grown dark wizards against a group of fifteen year olds, it didn��t fucking feel fair. Trust him to get a conscience when less needed, Merlin. At this point, Potter and his lot where all staring at him like he was a death eater himself. So he put his most disgusting grin and spoked.

“Hello, father. I came to help, of course.”

“See, Lucius! I told you he would be an excellent addition to the ranks, look at him, he is already doing more for the cause than we did when we were at school.” It was surreal how much he hated aunt Bella sometimes. How did his angel of a mother came to have such lunatic as a sister was frankly a mistery.

He looked at Potter directly in the eyes and muttered “run, now”, he frowned and gave Draco a look of understanding. Then the prophesies were all falling and they were all running away from there together. And that’s how Draco Malfoy found himself firing spells to his own blood next to The Veil. The day just kept getting creepier and ridiculous by the minute.

He really was terrified through it all. Not that he was going to show it in front of the gryffindors, thank you very much. And of course they were all caught by full on death eaters. It was ridiculous. Where was the pureblood honor or whatever in fighting fifteen year olds?

“Get off my godson” The punch was immaculate. Suddenly the fighting restarted and they asked them, the students, to stay out of it. Draco then pulled a face because, why the hell would he put himself in the middle of trained wizards, seriously. He heard Potter complain and step forward, and (against every logical attempt to keep his dignity) the blond boy caugh Potter’s arm and pulled him back next to him.

“Malfoy, what the hell.”

“Does that scar fuck with your brain or something? I figured you were an idiot a long time ago but suicidal, Potter?”

The dark haired boy just stood there, frowning at him with a disbelieving look in his eyes, as if he was trying to understand him. But then they heard Sirius Black in trouble and Potter ran to him so fast and he ran behind him of course, because fuck dignity he would most likely be blasted off the family tapestry anyway just for helping the blood traitors and the mudbloods earlier.

He saw his aunt, watching his cousin while he was fighting his father, with the smirk that he hated. It sent chills down his spine. And suddenly he knew. Potter was too focused on the fucking fight, he couldn’t see her raising her wand, vile look in her eyes.

He thrown himself, pushing Sirius away, as the green light passed by them. An inch, he could have been dead. What an unslytherin thing to do, Salazar.

“Did you just save my life? You are Cissy’s boy aren’t you?”

“We need help. Now. Cover for me.”

And then he was running towards the veil. It was a stupid idea, for sure. He had read it in a book at the Manor, really bloody stupid and dangerous blood magic. Whatever, it was break rules or die, the end justified the means. He casted a diffindo in his hand and spilled the blood all in front of the arc. He could hear his father utterly furious, he most likely knew what he was doing, not that it would stop him though. Everything went cold, time just stoped. It was then that he heard the voice of death.

“Who calls me?”

Her voice was enchanting, like a muse of darkness. He fought the impulse to walk through the veil to meet her in the peaceful afterlife.

“Draco Lucius Malfoy, I have a very urgent request, your Highness”

“You are young”

“I am”

“What is the request, boy?”

“I need a life that has been taken by someone other than you. To fix what has been corrupted.”

“I see your desire at heart and I understand what you are asking for but I must warn you, boy: it will cost you.”

He almost backed out then. She was going to ask for something awful, because to alter the balance of nature, compromises must be made. He knew that.

“Whatever it takes.”

“You shall have two years to get the heart you crave for, otherwise you will come to join me in my realm. The love that flourishes in your heart will take your life.” How utterly predictable, Potter was going to be the one who kills him in the end.

“I accept.”

A blinding light came from the veil while the curtains just opened themselves. Time started to run again, the lights of the spells continued, the screams of his father became more severe, and James Fleamont Potter walked through the arc of death into the realm of the living.

“Lucius?”

“His son actually. If you have a wand you can point it to my lovely family so we can not die today though.”

Sirius laughed and started fighting more forcefully than before. With hope, he noticed. Potter just stood there, frozen in place, while everyone else fought like there was no tomorrow.

They must’ve heard the minister arrive because the death eaters apparated away in the middle of the fight. This was the moment when Draco remembered that he just did a blood deal with death herself and that was very much illegal, like Azkaban for life don’t matter the age of the ofender illegal.

“I need to run now.”

He started going to the door, trying to remember in which floor where they so he could get away from that place quickly as possible when He felt someone grabbing his arm.

“Wait, kid. Where are you going?”

“Mr. Potter, I’m really glad that what I did worked and you are alive but if you don’t let me get away from here this instant I will stupefy you. I’m going to end up in Azkaban if I don’t..”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, nobody saw anything besides Jamie walking through that thing.” His cousin spoke, determined, then he turn around to the rest of them, all shocked faces. “Right?”

It was Professor Lupin who nodded and spoke first. “Yes, of course. Nobody saw.” The adults all agreed with them. Potter and the rest of his lot just nodded, probably didn’t understand what the hell he did.

“Is this permanent?”

It was the tone in his voice that made Draco flinched, then a wave of guilt washed over him. All the times he spent making fun of Potter for not having parents came to his mind right there. This boy was looking at him, asking if he just did a cruel thing like bring his father back from the dead just for it to be taken away in a short time.

“It’s permanent ,Potter. I’m not that awful.” He paused for a moment, thinking about if he should tell them or not, but his narrow piercing green eyes where looking at him, trying to find proof. “I made a deal with her, it’s permanent”

“Her?” How the weasel never knew anything, even though he was a pureblood, always surprised him.

“Death.” He answered.

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