#archived. alecto carrow

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Ch. 18 The Dinner Part One

“So—family.” “Family,” she repeated. “You have to go see them.” “I reckon that is the case,” she sighed, fiddling with the knot of his tie.  “Do you…” James took a moment to consider his next words, “Do you need moral support? A sympathetic ear? An obnoxious but fit date?” Lily laughed, and James grin widened. “Ah, there she is.” He placed a kiss on her nose which she crinkled playfully. “So what is it, Evans? I’m a very versatile bloke as you know. I’m happy to be of assistance.”

First of all, Thank you SO much to everyone who voted Catch the Wind to the FINALS for best long Canon fic for the Jily Awards 2024. I am beyond grateful. Secondly, thanks for waiting on this one, I hope to be quicker on the next chapter as Christmas holidays rolls around---but I think this one is my longest chapter yet, so it wasn't for nothing!

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Even before they got out of bed, before their small cocoon was disturbed by the peeking sunlight and the creaky jostles of their bodies uniting before facing the day, James could tell Lily was unwell. 

“Alright, alright—I have practice to get to so let's make this quick shall we?” 

James stood in front of the group of prefects with shirt sleeves rolled up, hair pulled in every direction from when, just an hour earlier, Lily had done just that—both too late to their own meeting to do anything about it. 

He tried not to let his eyes linger on her, but it was difficult. Ever since she had rolled away from him and out of his bed curtains, a heavy cloud had hung over her. The other prefects clocked it too, the twitter of whispers going around the group as eyes darted between the two heads with conspiratorial looks.  

“It’s come to our attention that the dungeons have been getting left unchecked most nights–now I know we all agreed to let everyone work in their own territory, but if things aren’t going to be done properly we are going to have to make some changes.”

He directed his voice to Sophia Parkinson and Alecto Carrow, the two standing Slytherin prefects. 

“So what is it, you two? Am I going to have to deal with this issue further or are you both capable of doing your job?”

The two exchanged glances, Alecto’s eyes flicking over to where Lily sat in the corner, face lowered to her notes.

“Sorry Potter. Wouldn’t want to upset you and the missus.” 

Sophia cackled. “Yeah, wouldn’t want you to have some sort of outburst– that would just be embarrassing.”

For fuck’s sake. 

In another life, he would have hexed them without hesitation—but now he just saw their antics for what it was: an instigation. Heaving a sigh, he opened his mouth to respond, but from the corner of his eye a flash of red moved with a jerk. Lily had stood up, hands balled at her side. 

“If you two have something to say, then say it.”

James’ jaw tightened. There it was again: that thing, that aura that had followed her all morning.  She was poised like a rubberband, stretched to its moment of crisis. 

Alecto let a lecherous eye drift over her body before cracking the smallest of grins. 

“Nothing to say Evans. Just curious if you plan to show any of your head talent to the rest of us any time soon, or if you’re just going to waste it all on Potter’s undeserving prick—”

She moved quickly, taking three deep strides until her wand pointed just inches away from Alecto’s forehead. He eyed the tip warily, but the other prefects jumped back, clearing away for the fight.

“Lily, let it go.”

But James’ voice fell on deaf ears, Lily’s pointed wand shaking slightly with rage. 

“What did you say to me?” She spat out, eyes sinking into slits. 

Alecto and Sophia pulled their wands too, a glimmer of doubt edging on both of their smiles. 

“Now that we are on the topic,” sneered Alecto, “Us Slytherins are a bit concerned. You see we’ve gathered that Potter here probably is keen on sharing you with his traitor of a best mate…we were just hoping even a mudblood like you would have the sense to let Black fuck you in the ass—wouldn’t want to muddle up that perfect bloodline you see—”

Wingardium Leviosa.

There was a flash, then a scream. Alecto shot up into the rafters, hitting the ceiling with a thunk. Sofia followed after, hitting her head against a wood beam and hanging unconscious in midair. Both of their wands clattered back to the ground and Lily moved to pick them up with an air of indifference. 

The silence was deafening. The prefects juggled a gaze between Lily and the two Slytherins suspended against the roof, all looking more shocked and terrified than the next. James felt their eyes turn on him next, demanding the same question he had been asking himself since the altercation began: are you going to do anything?

“Anyone care to give me detention?” Lily spat, pocketing the two wands. She turned to James, her eyes still harboring anger. “You can let them down when you want but I’m keeping their wands.”

James brow furrowed, unable to find the words that could quell whatever anger was stirred in her. She turned back to the crowd, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

“Lily, are you—” But she clipped off his sentence.

“Ravenclaw’s patrol the dungeons from now on. Your new schedule will be posted later this evening. You’re dismissed.”

She walked through the crowd and out the door, not turning to give anyone a second glance. 

* * * * *

Marlene told him that she didn’t show up in her potions lesson, then again in charms. By lunch, James stared at the empty bench beside him. The cold, vacant space taunting him like a spectre. 

“What are you talking about, mate? I would have paid good money to see that.” Sirius bit into a scone and some of the crumbs fell into his hair. “What did good ole’ Carrow even say to her to get such a performance?”

James hesitated. “Er—I don’t remember verbatim, but something about me sharing her with you…some choice sex acts that won’t muddle the pureblood line….”

“Christ,” Sirius snorted, borrowing a muggle swear. “At least they could come up with something more original.”

James looked down at his untouched plate of food. He wanted to get the map from Peter and see where Lily had run off to, but something about that felt like a breach of privacy. He had spent most of practice running through the past few weeks, trying to find the source of her sudden anger, but things had been good—at least with all things considered. Snape was still a swot, but that was to be expected, and now that she was aware of all of his secrets, he was feeling closer to her more than ever. So how was it, that she could wake up, have a bleary-eyed, morning shag with him, then fall into some sort of stupor of contempt?

“I wish she would just talk to me. I’m her boyfriend,” he mumbled, not directing the words to anyone in particular. 

“Well I think she’s got a lot going on. Can’t say I would be in the best mood if I had to go see my shite family either.”

James' eyes shot up and Sirius froze as if being caught in headlights. 

“What do you mean?”

Sirius looked side to side, frowning slightly. “What do you mean, what do I mean?”

“You said she had to see her family.”

“Yeah, because she does. Next week I think—why am I getting the feeling that you didn’t know about this…”

James stood up at such a speed that he practically took out his goblet of pumpkin juice. Fuck it—I’m getting the map.

 Bounding out the door he could hear Sirius yell after him, “You and your girlfriend should really work on communication! It’s the cornerstone to all relationships!”

* * * * *

In all, she was surprised how long it took for him to come looking for her. 

“You know, I don’t really love finding out what’s bothering my girlfriend from my best mate.”

She didn’t turn, continuing to chop up pieces of fennel to the beat of the music that wafted from the corner turntable. 

“I was going to tell you—I just forgot.”

She could hear James scoff then walk over to the player, scratching the record to a halt. 

“Forgot…Evans, when have you ever forgotten anything remotely important.”

“So I’m Evans again?”

He walked beside her and placed his hand to stall her cutting.

“Lily. C’mon. Tell me what’s eating at you—why didn’t you tell me about having to see your family? Is that why you pulled that stunt today at the prefects meeting?”

She pulled her hand out from under his, face twisting into a frown. “A stunt? Last time I checked, defending myself from being sexually harassed could hardly be labeled as a stunt.”

James sighed, rubbing his temples. How long had it been since he had seen her like this—stubborn, confrontational, unable to see when someone was trying to be on her side…it felt like being back in fifth year again. 

“You know that’s not what I meant. I just—the Lily Evans I know and love usually has a little more restraint than that.”

“Well maybe I’m tired,” she whispered, voice thick. “Everyone else seems to have forgotten their restraint, so why am I always the one expected to have it.”

James stared at her for a moment, eyes going soft. Slowly, he reached his arms out to her, long fingers extended in invitation. 

“Lily, can you just—come here.”

It seemed so childish, like the baser need of a wounded animal, but she immediately fell into him—the irresistible vortex of James Potter always finding a way to have the upperhand.

Pressing into his chest, she felt his arms close up behind her like the fall of an enormous wave. He was warm and she pushed herself deeper, trying to gather up all the energy that he had to be so composed despite it all and take it for herself. 

“You need to tell me these things. I can’t just guess,” he breathed into her hair, pressing small kisses into the top of her head. “I love you. You are…the most important thing to me.”

“More than Quidditch,” she hummed against his chest.

“More than Quidditch.”

“More than Sirius?”

James let out a laugh and the vibration felt good against her. “More than Sirius—though don’t tell him, he will be devastated.”

He pulled her over to a seat and placed her on his lap, hand caressing the side of her thigh while the other stayed warm against her cheek. 

“So—family.”

“Family,” she repeated.

“You have to go see them.”

“I reckon that is the case,” she sighed, fiddling with the knot of his tie. 

“Do you…” James took a moment to consider his next words, “Do you need moral support? A sympathetic ear? An obnoxious but fit date?”

Lily laughed, and James grin widened.

“Ah, there she is.” He placed a kiss on her nose which she crinkled playfully. “So what is it, Evans? I’m a very versatile bloke as you know. I’m happy to be of assistance.”

She looked at him for a while. Where did this boy come from? She thought back to just a year ago, to the obnoxious boy who was crass and egotistical. If she put the boy from then next to the one she sat with now, would she even see the same person? Years of her life were spent lamenting his actions to anyone who would listen, agreeing with Severus when he would spit his name like it was a plague on the world. How did the world flip on its head so quickly and without her noticing? And how cruel to know that the person she was fighting for so long was exactly what she needed to feel like a real person: seen and understood and loved.

“All of those things, if you can manage,” she murmured. She let her head fall to the side and he quickly pressed his lips to the exposed skin, feathering kisses up to her ear. 

“Whatever you want, Evans,” he whispered onto her lips, “I’m yours.”

* * * * *

“Should I call them mum and dad? My in-laws?”

“Definitely not.” Remus didn’t look up from his book, reclining on his bed while Peter laid on his stomach at his feet, flipping through the newest copy of Seductive Sorcery. 

“I should at least bring them a gift—what do muggles like?” James twisted his torso in front of the mirror with a frown, trying to judge if Remus' muggle jumper was too plain for such an occasion. 

“I thought the point of you going was to be supportive—not to meet her parents,” Peter yawned, flipping the page with a bored flick. 

“I second that Wormtail—really Prongs, don’t go and make this about yourself. Petunia is bad enough as it is—”

James turned quick on his heel, facing the boys. “Wait. Moony—have you met them already?”

Peter’s head jerked from James to Remus with anticipation. Remus sighed and marked the page of his book, sitting up on the bed. 

“Yeah—been to her house a few times. Thought you knew that.”

From the floor, Sirius made a loud groan and covered his face with his forearms. “Fucking hell. And I thought you were smart Moony—at least smart enough to keep your trap shut when information doesn’t serve things.”

James put a silencing hand out to Sirius, eyeing Remus with an unreadable expression. 

“C’mon mate. You can’t possibly be jealous. I have to hear you two shagging every day, I don’t think you have anything to worry about—I just brought it up because Lily’s family, namely her sister, can be…difficult,” Remus finished, sounding blunt.  

“Correction—we have to hear you shagging every day,” Sirius quipped from the ground, rolling onto his side to prop himself onto his arm. 

James swallowed the twinge of jealousy that was indeed rising out of his stomach and let his shoulders drop. He didn’t have time to comb through all the harbored jealousy from a time when Lily was closer to Remus than she was to him. He was right—he was her boyfriend now, and he was the one now staring down an evening in which the cards all seemed to be stacked against him.

“It’s fine, forget it,” he said quickly, passing his hand through his hair, effectively mussing up any attempt to fix it earlier. “I just don’t want to muck it up. Lily seems really anxious about tonight and I really can’t be the reason it goes south.”

“Bad luck, then,” Sirius hummed. “If there’s one thing you do impeccably, it’s muck things up.”

He stepped down into the common room to find Lily waiting for him by the fireside. A smattering of students had been eyeing her with interest and as she turned to face him, he almost doubled over.

She looked good. Too good. Better than she looked at Slughorn’s party and that was already a record breaking level of fit. Now, she was radiant, her dress showing off every irresistible curve of her body and her hair falling in waves to frame her face. 

It was bloody torture. 

“Well well well,” Lily whistled as he walked to her, unable to help himself as he snaked an arm around her back and pulled her into him, “Someone has been shopping in Remus’ closet.”

“And someone didn’t mention that they were going to pick the most shaggable outfit they owned to go to their sister’s bloody engagement party.”

Lily stepped back and James felt his pants become tighter watching the curve of her breast peek out of the cut of her dress as she bent forward. 

“You think it’s too much? Marlene also said it was a bit sexy and I tried to tone it down but–”

“Hold on, Evans. If this,” he gestured to her whole body, eyes sweeping over her hungrily, “is the toned down version, what on Merlin’s green earth was the regular one.”

“You think I should change?”

“No, I think we should go upstairs and kick out the lads so I can show you how much I like it.”

“Yeah?”

Lily pulled him in this time, arching her back a little to press their chests together. One of her hands found its way between them and she made a quick pass over his pants which were beginning to tent. 

“Maybe if you’re good.”

She stepped away, walking over to a corner desk where a small honey pot sat idly and conjured her cloak to resemble a muggle coat. 

James took a long breath, hoping that none of the students surrounding him were close enough to see the absolute struggle he was going through to keep his composure. It wasn’t helping they hadn’t been seeing much of each other the past day because of quidditch practice and class—now he was about to meet her family…randy as hell.

“You ready,” she called, holding her hand out to him while the other hovered over the pot. A look of uncertainty passed across her face, the anxiety of the evening slipping onto her features for a flash before being tamped down again somewhere deep within her. 

“As much as I can be.” 

He took her hand, and the room spun. 

* * * * * *

Ok, so maybe she had done it on purpose.

Though it wasn’t for the fact that she knew it would drive James absolutely mad (though, the feeling of being wanted while otherwise being in a hostile environment did have its appeal), nor was it to out-dress her sister—what she was really looking for was agency. 

 She had truly meant what she said to James after the prefects meeting—she was tired. The Slytherins, her sister, the war—the days were starting to feel like a never ending parade in which her identity was stolen from her. The dress, as inappropriate as it was for the evening they were about to have, was her way of taking up some much needed space– at least that’s what second wave feminism told her.

They landed in a small wooded area just breaching what looked like a muggle neighborhood. Lily took a woozy step and then felt another rush from a new form of spinning, this time not from magic but from the grasp of her boyfriend who had gotten his bearings quick enough to pin her to a nearby tree.  

“Lily,” he pleaded, eyes round and glassy. “If you want me to behave myself tonight, you are going to have to shore up some of your irresistibility—I’m dying here.”

She could feel he wasn’t lying. Something hard and warm pressing against her abdomen as his body slotted between her legs. Up until this point she had just considered teasing him a little to keep him on edge until they could rush home at the end of the night, but now that they were so close, It was a tempting thought—shagging in the woods until the proper amount of time had passed and then returning back to school…it would be so easy to do…”

“Ok, yeah sure.” 

Calling his bluff, she pressed against him, mouth already open and letting her tongue lavish at the part of his collarbone which peaked out of his shirt. Taken off guard, his response was sluggish, hands moving tentatively to her bum and giving it a hard squeeze. 

“Fuck it,” she whispered against his pulse point, nipping there until James let out a soft groan. “Take me here—now and as long as you like. Fuck my family, you’re my family now.”

It left her mouth before she could think of the consequences. To James’ credit, he didn’t acknowledge it—perhaps understanding that this was not the time or place to unpack such grand thoughts. She was thankful because she wouldn’t know what to say otherwise— the thought really hadn’t occurred to her before, but now that  the idea of actually becoming his family was let into the world, it sat between them like a glowing entity.

James’ hand moved to the back of her neck, holding it softly while his mouth found hers, kissing her as deeply as he could muster.

“Fuck—Lily. Ah, fuck.” James groaned against her lips. 

“As much as it’s against everything I stand for to say this—I didn’t beg Remus for muggle clothes to not get use out of them.”

He gave her one last kiss to her mouth, then to her neck, before ripping himself away from her, clearly struggling with his own decision.

She eyed him warily, swollen lips parted and wishing to be enveloped again. 

“James Potter…turning down the opportunity to break rules and shag?” 

His eyes darkened, staring at her with a sort of hungry intensity. 

“Who said I was turning those things down?” A mischievous smile spread on his lips, eyes twinkling under his glasses. “I fully intend to do one or both of those things before the evening ends, thanks.”

He turned on his heel and walked away, whistling a small tune while wandering towards the treeline. She watched him retreat, a part of her wishing he would be himself for once and come press her back up against the tree. He stopped just at the clearing and his head tilted upwards toward something glowing coming from one of the nearby houses. His mannerism felt almost animalike. 

“Brilliant–TVs,” he said as she walked up beside him. She turned to look at his profile. His eyes were basked in wonder and the glow reflected in his glasses only added to the awe that riddled his face. 

“I didn’t realize you were a fan,” she murmured, keeping her eyes on him. It was moments like this that surprised her. At this point she thought she knew everything about him, having spent enough intimate time to be convinced that there was nothing left to learn. But he was tricky in that way—he presented himself like an open book when in actuality, he contained things beyond anyone’s imagination.

“Love ‘em,” he said matter of fact, not turning away from the screen.

“I love you.” The words slipped from her mouth and it caught his attention, turning to gaze at her with as much joy as he was staring into the muggle home. 

“Good, then it's settled.” His grin turned mischievous, eyes alight. “We’ll make sure to have a TV in our house after school.”

It was only fair, given what she said about him being family before, but it still made something in her chest soar. 

They started on a brisk walk down a row of houses that got wider as they passed, each one taking on a more estately look than the last. 

“Is this where your house is? James asked, eyes scanning the windows of each passing house to catch a glimpse of some muggle going about their daily lives. 

“Er–no,” Lily mumbled. It occurred to her that James probably didn’t get a real look at where she lived when he had visited– something that was probably for the best.

“This is a…nicer part of town.” 

James looked around, his brow knitted. “I guess I’ll take your word for it—can’t say I was focused on the scenery that day to be honest.” He gave her hand a playful squeeze. 

“Do you think your family will like me?” 

“No.”

His shoulders sagged, and she scrambled to reassure him. 

“I didn’t mean it like that—my sister and her boyfriend hate me so I just imagine they will share the same feelings towards you—”

James’ jaw tightened. “Hate you? How does anyone hate you?”

Lily shrugged, “How do the Slytherins hate me? They think I’m different and that makes me a blight on society apparently.”

She could tell he wanted to say something more, but they reached the address before he could continue. Lily hadn’t known what to expect—she knew that Vernon came from at least more money than her family, but Marge’s home was nicer than she expected.

On the stoop leading up to the home there were two grand statues of bulldogs and for a second Lily tried to recall if there were any football teams that a similar mascot. The surrounding houses were still decorated for Halloween with smiling jack-o-lanterns and orange and black streamers adorning columns, but Marge’s home was noticeably vacant of any festivity. The only thing inviting was the soft glow of inside light pouring through the front window. 

“Well–” Lily turned to James, taking a big sigh. “Into the belly of the beast.”

James cupped both her cheeks, stroking her jaw lightly with his thumb. 

“It’s going to be fine.The second you say the word we can be right out that door and safely back in my bed–or at least against that tree from earlier.”

Lily hummed, both options sounding way better than mounting the stone steps in front of them. She pulled herself up, slanting their lips together. James deepened the kiss, the urgency of his mouth proving that his collected demeanor was just for show—he also was looking forward to the moment they could be alone again.

“Alright, c’mon.”

Mounting the front steps, Lily knocked loudly and stood back to wait. Despite lights indicating that someone was home, there was no sound of a party from within, just the distant jingle of a wind chime from nearby. She knocked again.

By the third knock, James had wrapped his arms around her waist, entertaining himself by nibbling lightly at her neck while they waited. In some respects it was too good to be true—maybe no one would come and they could abandon the evening, get back to his bed or that tree or –hell– right here on the stoop and take advantage of some time alone. She didn’t knock again, closing her eyes and letting the feel of James mouth take over, his hands starting to wander farther down to the hem of her dress—

“About time!”

The door swung open and the light from the inside poured around Petunia’s figure, giving her a pallid and sunken complexion. James' hands stalled at the bottom of Lily’s hemline and he leaned his chin against her shoulder, a smug grin plastering his face, more amused than sheepish from almost getting caught. 

“What do you mean, we knocked three times–” Lily started in, but Petunia was already cutting her off, stepping out into the chilly evening.. 

“For God’s sake, Lily honestly.” Petunia scanned her whole body in such a way that resembled someone buying cattle. “This is what you’ve decided to wear to my pre-engagement.”

“I quite like it,” James piped up and both sisters froze, his voice breaking through what seemed to be a well understood dance between the two. 

“You like it?” Petunia spat. Lily watched as her sister’s stare raked over James, but unlike her own sizing up, her eyes lingered on his arms and shoulders. 

Interesting.

Petunia straightened slightly and stuck her nose in the air. 

“Who’s this?” She didn’t remove her eyes from James’ collarbone. 

“This is my boyfriend, James.”

��Boyfriend?” she spat, any lingering attraction to James smashed against a proverbial rock. “You brought your bloody boyfriend?”

Petunia’s face turned bright red under a mop of straw hair and from behind, Lily felt James give her bum a playful squeeze. Randy git.

“Look—I invited myself,” James said, straightening and taking a more appropriate stance next to Lily. “We didn’t mean anything by it— just figured the more the merrier. Nice to meet you, by the way.”

He sounded sincere and Petunia sized him up again, eyes blazing. She took a breath.

“Fine–but you don’t talk,” she pointed at James, “and you,” she turned to Lily, “don’t ruin this.”

Without another word, she turned on her heel and entered the house, leaving Lily and James to watch through the open door after her. 

James gave a low whistle. “Can’t say for certain, but I think you and Sirius might have a pretty close ‘worst family’ competition on your hands.”

“Maybe we should get both our families in a room and make them fight it out,” Lily jeered.

James barked out a laugh which echoed down the empty hall. Having forgotten about Lily’s outfit for the brief period of meeting her sister, his eyes dragged up her body as they took off their coats.

“Alright, I'll take it back—is it too late to walk out?” He pulled her in against the hard line of his chest, body emanating heat. 

Lily giggled, “Too bad. I gave you an out earlier and you didn’t take it.”

He made a groaning noise, pressing his lips to her ear. “The next time we are alone, Evans. I swear to Merlin—”

The door at the end of the hall opened again and an older woman stepped out. Her eyes zeroed in on James, a too sweet smile slowly unfurling.

“My,” she clicked her tongue, walking towards the couple. “And I thought the only surprise was that you decided to show up, Lily—now who is this gentleman?”

Lily placed her hand in his and gave a very sharp squeeze. 

“Phoebe—this is James. James—Phoebe, my stepmum.”

James blinked a few times, the cogs in his brain working overtime.

“Step…mum?” James repeated, very distant. 

Phoebe forced a high pitched laugh. “Oh it’s no surprise Lily didn’t tell you about me—she loves to keep her secrets.” She reached out and pinched at Lily’s cheek who recoiled.

“You’re looking tired dear—late nights?” Her eyes darted up again to James with a discerning look. “The last boy she brought home from your little school looked very tired as well but not you–”

“We should be joining the party, yeah?” Lily cut her off, giving another squeeze to James’ hand. 

With another sly glance at James, Phoebe turned and walked back to the door at the end of the hall.

“Oh and Lily dear, I meant to say. Let’s not have any…ah, flairs of dramatics this evening, shall we? Tuney is very stressed and you know how Vernon’s family are…”

“Right,” Lily responded, wooden and cold. The moment Phoebe slipped back through the door, James turned on her, eyes wide.

“Alright—which question do you want first?”

Lily blinked up at him. “Are none an option?”

“You never told me you had a stepmum,” James accused, frowning. 

“You never asked.”

James sighed. “Ok, valid—but correction, you never told me you had an absolute nutter stepmum.”

Lily nodded in agreement, and he continued. “And was she referring to Remus or—”

“Potter, if you are getting rattled by my family’s antics now, just you wait.”

James gave her a discerning stare, trying to size up the situation, trying to not look at her bloody tits. 

“So give it to me straight—how much do they know about us?”

James made a motion to his and her body as though that explained his question further. 

“D’you mean magic or our relationship?”

“How about both?”

Lily gave a defeated sigh, chewing at her bottom lip. “Let’s put it this way: my sister is right, the less you say, the better.”

* * * * * *

Before he visited Lily that Summer, James had never stepped foot in a muggle home. Yes, he would visit Remus who had the occasional muggle invention lying around from his mum, but  otherwise he had not put much thought into what could possibly be so different from the two worlds—homes were homes, muggles just as human as any wizard. What could be more different than just a few pieces of metal machinery and a lack of a house elf to aid with the chores?

Stepping through the door, he was overtaken with an otherworldly sensation. The room was a clash of interests: walls filled with static photos of bulldogs opposing an ornate dining table that was dressed with gaudy flower arrangements of pinks and reds. On the table were plates of food that seemed to be encased in some kind of gelatin, some of which were shaped in various molds that jiggled lightly from even the smallest change in the air. Various meats were ground and molded to look like their animals of origin, most notably a pig's head which used olives for eyes. If that wasn’t enough, a buzzing sound poured down on them from a chandelier filled with bulbous glass tubes, leaving the candle sticks adorning the spread unlit and unneeded.

James instinctively wrapped an arm around Lily’s waist, buoying her against him as the only sense of stability in his new surroundings. 

The rest of the guests congregated in a small sitting area on the far side of the room. James’ eye immediately went to the modest TV set, wishing that it was on and creating a distraction. Seven sets of eyes pierced back at them.

“Ahem. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, Marge—this is my sister, Lily.”

James took stock of the group. Even if he didn’t already have the pleasure of meeting Petunia and Phoebe beforehand, he could have easily parsed who was from Vernon’s side and who wasn’t. The Dursleys all were heavier set with a distinct air of haughtiness not unlike the many pureblood wizarding families he had been forced to rub shoulders with in his lifetime. A thin, loping sort of man hovered by the drink cart, using their entrance as a distraction to pour a clear liquid far too close to the top of his glass before dropping in two olives. 

“Thank you for inviting us—so sorry we are late,” Lily said. He could hear the fake sincerity in her voice, masking an anxiety he imagined was similar to his own.

“This is James—I hope you don’t mind that I brought him along.”

James ignored the distinct feeling of being up for auction and flashed his most convincing smile–the kind he reserved for dinner parties with his parent’s colleagues. 

“Charmed to meet you all,” he said, but as the words left his mouth, he felt Lily’s hand stiffen against his back. Of all the faces in front of him, the only amicable one was Phoebe’s, who took the chance to rake her eyes over his body again like a piece of meat. 

“Lily didn’t realize this was a closed invitation for family only,” Petunia spat, crossing her arms against her chest. “But it can’t be helped—please, let's take our seats.”

As the group moved over to the dinner table, the thin man with the drink plodded his way over to them, taking Lily’s face with a heavier hand than needed and planting a wet kiss on her cheek. 

“And how’s my lovely Lily doing? You alright at your special school?”

Lily’s eyes darted around the room, lowering her voice. “It’s fine, Dad. Uhm, could we not talk about my sch–”

But Lily’s dad turned on James, eyes lingering on where his hand had not left her waist. 

“And you—can’t say I knew about you. Imagine you also do the same kind of funny little things that—”

Phoebe appeared beside her husband, grabbing at his drink arm so it sloshed a bit onto the carpet. “Oh, what are we talking about in such low voices? Hopefully not scaring poor James off already—Lily will never be able to find another like him.”

She gave James a wink that made him wish he was the one with the over poured drink. 

“That’s kind of you to say, but I’d be the sore loser if she ever left me,” James said with a casual ease. “Lily is the biggest catch of our school.”

“And what school is that, exactly?” One of the portly women who James had figured was from Vernon’s side walked up to the group, casting a discerning eye at Lily’s dress.

“Er–” All the fake confidence and ease James had mustered flushed out of him. Normally he was an impeccable liar, but that was when he was in his element. It dawned on him that lying to muggles might not be in his wheelhouse…

“An alternative school—it’s in the Scottish highlands. Very exclusive,” Lily retorted. The response sounded rehearsed, like she had said it many times before this. 

The portly woman gave a smile that looked more hostile than warm. “Alternative, you say? What, is it some kind of hippie, new age bunk then?”

“I guess you could say that,” Lily murmured through gritted teeth. James could feel her hand tighten again on his back. 

“ A boy this handsome at a hippie school?” Phoebe retorted. “Then I was right, Lily really is very very lucky to have found you—you’re much to fit to be–”

“We should sit.” Lily broke in, pulling James in the direction of the table. He wished he could get five seconds alone with her to regroup what the bloody hell was going on. He knew that Petunia would be bad—Vernon similar—but Remus had not let on that Lily’s home life would be as colorful as it was. Now it was making more sense why she had always been so tight lipped about them.

Up until this point James had been treading water—not safely coasting on the surface, but not drowning either. With various wizarding dinner parties his parents threw and the occasional kooky relative three times removed, James figured he could stand about anything barring a full on sexual assault from the stepmum or a verbal attack towards Lily on her sister’s part. But the thing he had not planned for was Lily herself. As they sat for dinner, the deep V in her dress fanned out a bit more, letting a full glimpse of the side of her breast peek out. Just the suggestion of her soft skin and hardened nipple being right there doing something awful to the wiring in his brain. She had to have done it on purpose—taking a page out of Sirius’ book and sabotaging an already cursed evening with the express intent of chaos. Whatever the case, he could hardly focus on the food in front of him, watching the dress shift as she moved, giving and removing bits of swelled skin like a teasing act.

“So, Lily. What are your plans for after school? Your father says you will be graduating soon.”

 It was the first time James had heard Vernon speak all evening. For a bloke who was attending his own engagement party, he seemed more annoyed by the event than anything else. 

“Uhm, I–” But Petunia cut her off ( a common occurrence, it seemed) taking her fiancé-to-be’s hand and squeezing it tightly. 

“Nothing—Unlike some of us, Lily has not always been so zealous with her future.”

It was enough for James to peel his eyes away from his girlfriend. 

“What do you mean,” James stared quizzically, “Lily is the hardest working person I know. She’s absolutely brilliant.”

A hush went through the room. Under the table, a hand moved onto his thigh, giving him a loving squeeze. 

Petunia’s eyes glowered back, her voice going low. “I would hardly call the things that go on at that school hard working.”

James stared incredulously, looking around the room at each person. No one said anything, eating their food in a tense silence, letting Petunia take her jabs as she saw fit. 

Vernon spoke up again, dabbing some gravy from his moustache. “I agree. I don’t know what goes on at your particular school but this alternative lifestyle bunk that has been sweeping the world these days is absolutely mad—just an excuse for freeloaders to take drugs and leech off their hard working families.”

“Is that what you think I do? Leech?” Lily seethed under her breath. The heat of her hand on his thigh disappeared and she began to stand up. 

“Excuse me—I need to use the toilet.”

She wandered out of the door, leaving James unguarded. 

“An interesting girl, your sister,” the younger of the Dursley’s piped up, chewing her food loudly. “A shame really. She could have such a good future—”

James coughed loudly, wondering if they were dumb or just didn’t care that he was still there. 

From across the table, Lily’s father rolled the bottom of his tumbler around the table idly, watching the olives spin in the liquid.

“You know James, must say you are a step up from the other boy that kept coming around–what was that bloke’s name again, Tuney? Seth? Severell?

Snape. He’s talking about Snape. 

James wiped his mouth and stood up, pushing an anxious hand through his hair. 

“Er, sorry. Mind if I go out for a smoke?” It was a solid lie that he was quite proud of himself for. 

Petunia scrunched up her nose in disgust, but otherwise said nothing. James slipped out the door into the hall. 

* * * * *

She felt bad leaving him in there to fend for himself, but she didn’t have any other option. 

Her family was easy to manage when she was just by herself—she could let their mean spiritedness and her Dad’s ignorance wash over her like an evening chill, but with James there, it took on a whole new life. What could he possibly think of her now? Of where she had come from? She thought back to everything she knew about James' upbringing: a wealthy, well-to-do wizarding family that was kind hearted enough to take in strays like Sirius and Remus whenever they needed…she wouldn’t be shocked to find James fled by the time she made it back to the table.

A sharp knock pounded at the door, awakening her from her spiral. 

“Lily–open up.” 

There was another bang, and she turned to open the door, wondering if he was mad he was left with such horrid company or worse, no longer wanted anything to do with her. 

He’ll probably be a blood purist after tonight—seeing the state of this lot. 

She opened the door and James slid in, eyes wide and dark.

“James I’m so sorry, I–”

He crowded her against the sink, pressing his hips flush against hers. His hands moved quickly, one reaching around to grab her bum and lift her onto the countertop and the other around her waist to keep her from falling back. He pressed his face into the open slot of her dress, dragging wet kisses down her sternum.

“You are so fucking incredible,” he panted into her skin, turning his head to nose at the fabric hiding one breast. “Your family are a bunch of arseholes. How can they not to see how fucking fantastic you are.”

A finger hooked the lining of her dress and pulled it aside. The creamy curve of her breast culminating in the rosy peak of her tit, hard just like he had imagined while watching her at the dinner table. He dragged his teeth lightly over the blunt tip, gaining a moan from Lily before taking it into his mouth and flattening his tongue against it. 

She hummed in response, her legs wrapping around his waist, pooling her dress up to her hips so the lace of her knickers peeked out. All the fear of losing him melted from his touch and she leaned back farther, arching her back to the cyclical movement of his tongue on her nipple, his other hand now hitching her thigh higher.

“Now I know I was right. They are just jealous. It’s the only explanation–”

The memory of him calling Petunia jealous in that empty classroom flashed through her mind. It had only been a year since they had been in that room, learning to be vulnerable and open and friendly for the first time. Could the Lily in that memory even comprehend the idea of being pressed up against Marge Dursley’s powder room sink by the same boy a year later?

“James–” 

From her chest, his eyes glanced upwards, “If you are about to ask me to stop, then just don’t, Evans,” he called up to her, moving to the other side of her chest. 

“It’s clear you don’t get the recognition you deserve around here—I’m about to change that.I’m about to fucking worship you.”

Something hard pressed against the center of her knickers, making her gasp. James had leaned forward, the straining outline of his erection putting pressure right where her body was already begging for him.

Surprising both of them, she reached down and tugged at his belt, chest heaving under James’ open mouth which had begun adding teeth into the equation as he wandered from breast to breast. 

“You better make it quick then, Potter. I’ve been wanting you all day.”

Something clicked inside him and he moved up to her mouth, holding the back of her neck with a firm hand as they melted together, teeth and tongue fighting for dominance. She made quick work of his belt, shoving a hand down the front of his open trousers to palm the thick base of his cock. The moan he made inside her mouth was absolutely sinful, eyes snapping open, then widening in realization. 

He wrenched her hand out of his pants, but before she could let her confidence waver, she was being flipped around, feet placed back on cold tile and eyes meeting a matching pair through the reflection of the mirror. 

“Look how lovely you are. How lovely and perfect and bloody sexy…”

Her hands grasped the basin of the sink as his hips pressed in from behind, his cock flush again against her center. His hips waved forward, bucking instinctively and she watched the friction zap all the way to her face, her mouth unhinging and eyes going glassy in the mirror. From above her bent body, James stared down at her reflection with a blown out expression, wetting his lips from the sight of her watching herself, rosy tits peeking out from the sides of the fabric in heaving gasps.

“Fucking hell,” James panted out, hands grasping at her waist while his hips make another wave against her. “Just look at you—I can’t believe I get to kiss you—to shag you. I’m the luckiest man alive.”

He leaned forward, a hand finding the small of her back and pressing down with a light touch so she arched underneath. Swollen lips reaching her ear, he gave a soft flick to her earlobe. 

“I didn’t put a silencing spell on the room so we are going to have to be quiet—but fuck Lily. I need to touch you now. Please say I can touch you.”

She watched his face in the mirror, eyes completely dilated and darkened with a want that went beyond any earthly possession. 

“Yes—fuck me.”

His chuckle quickly disintegrated into a moan, not waiting any longer to pull aside her knickers and sink an exploratory finger into her. She let out a mewling gasp, mouth opening wider in the mirror to the feel of another finger entering her, then curling in tandem inside. 

“Christ, that feels good,” she called out, not realizing how loud her voice would carry. James shushed her, a haughty smile lingering on his lips and fingers working diligently, pressing in and out of her. His other hand moved slowly to grasp at the front of her neck and his eyes looked to her reflection for approval.

“Is this ok?” 

Contrary to the striking look of his hand around her, there was no pressure from his grasp other than the support to keep her head up to watch through the mirror.

“Yes—fuck James. I—”

“Lily!”

Three sharp knocks rapped on the door behind them. 

“What are you doing in there? It’s been ages.”

The handle shook and in the mirror she could see James’ eyes flick over to it for a second before skirting back to her face. His hand twisted inside her, a thumb reaching behind until it found the tight entrance of her ass and pushed in slightly. A triumphant grin reflected back as he watched eyes dilate into a heady darkness, head falling against his chest.

“Quiet, Evans,” he whispered. His eyes roamed her reflection, taking in the image of her gasping against him like it was the most treasured image in the world. She struggled to keep her eyes open, his fingers relentlessly working her. “You don’t want your sister to hear—“

“Lily! Vernon’s family is starting to worry! And where did your bloody boyfriend run off to…”

The handle rattled again, but James was quick, removing the hand from around her neck and grasping the door knob still. His hand continued to move inside her, thumb now carefully dipping in and pressing through her anal wall to tighten the work of his fingers on the other side. 

“James–Fuck, what the fuck—that feels—” 

She didn’t even know how to describe it. Good was an understatement—the pressure of his thumb only added to the mounting fire that burned inside her, pushing her to the complete edge.

“Come for me Lils,” He murmured, his breath tickling her skin. “Watch yourself come on my hand—be as loud as you want, I don’t care anymore. Let your pathetic asshole of a sister hear how good you have it. She might be the one getting engaged but I guarantee she will never be fucked half as good as you are now.”

If Lily had even a single coherent thought to use outside of the way James’ fingers filled her, she would have probably told him to check his ego. The door handle tried to turn again, but James kept it still, his voice chanting in time with the thrusts and curls of his fingers. 

“Come Lily. I can feel you’re close. Let me feel it, baby. God you are so wet—the second you come I’m going to be inside you, the second.”

It was as though watching herself in slow motion. Her eyes dilated, jaw going slack, and then she keeled over, a burst of pleasure rippling through her, mounting endlessly to oblivion. Her eyes tried to flutter closed, but in an instant James’ hand was back on her neck, his voice breaking through the haze.

“No, keep your eyes open. Look at how beautiful you are when you come. Look, Lily. Look.”

Her eyes blinked open. Heavy and clouded in imminent climax, her nerves crackled with pleasure. The sound of her sister just beyond the door, probably now able to hear them completely lost to her–only able to focus on her own face staring back and the complete fullness of James’ fingers filling every part of her.

“Come, baby. That’s it. Do you see how beautiful you are? I love you.”

She didn’t say anything back to that, but when he twisted his fingers one last time, his thumb adding more pressure from behind, all her synapses fired at once, and she did—she saw it.

[dhr-ao3]

All Over Me

All Over Me https://ift.tt/Ov4z5cy by seralentine “Let’s just go home, Hermione” Draco said finally —cutting off their combat after apparating themselves into a small cottage in the middle of forest in Germany. “Home?” Hermione whispers, “HOME?! WHERE THE FUCK IS HOME?! Your home or Matteo's home?! I don’t remember any muggle Granger ever owned a fucking manor! I don’t have a fucking home, Draco.” Hermione shouted her lungs out at Draco when tears burst into her eyes. She was so devastated after finding out the truth that she is not a Malfoy. The whole people knew except her, they all a bunch of liars. Dark-Facist-Pure Blood Oriented-Liars. “Let’s just —” “LET’S JUST WHAT DRACO?! You knew this whole time and you didn’t even bother to tell me?” Draco frowned into her words, “Is it because I’m nobody? I’m not a pureblood like you so you didn’t tell me and just go along like everyone else’s and left me stuck in this life?” “Nobody? What? No.” Draco step forward trying to close the gap between them but Hermione took a step back and his face drop in disappointment,”You’re my somebody Hermione, somebody important, somebody to me.” Hermione close her eyes and look away. Words: 16309, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger's Mother, Hermione Granger's Father, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Pansy Parkinson's Mother, Pansy Parkinson's Father, Theodore Nott, Theodore Nott's Mother, Blaise Zabini, Blaise Zabini's Mother, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Alecto Carrow, Amycus Carrow, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Lorenzo Berkshire (babynaomi), Mattheo Riddle (yasmineamaro), Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Marcus Flint, Millicent Bulstrode Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy, Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson Additional Tags: Hogwarts Era, Battle of Hogwarts, Death Eaters, Death Eater Draco Malfoy, Death Eater Hermione Granger, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Hermione Granger, Blood Purity Prejudice & Pureblood Supremacy (Harry Potter), Half-Blood Hermione Granger, Overprotective Draco Malfoy, Siblings Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy, Slow Burn Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy is Bad at Feelings, Good Draco Malfoy, Order Member Draco Malfoy via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/Q7RaSKu April 28, 2025 at 03:54PM

[narcissasdaffodil]

Title: The Unexpected Wedding Guest

Fandom: Love Island the Game and Fire Emblem Three Houses

Category: F/F (Alecto/Dorothea)

Rating: T

Word count: 2354

Summary: THERE'S NOTHING LIKE A WEDDING TO PUT YOU IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE…

Alecto Delyth Carrow had known Dorothea Arnault for years. She was like a big sister to her. But when she saw her at her sister Natalie’s wedding, it wasn't sisterly affection she was feeling…

Dorothea Arnault had always had a little crush on her best friend's sister, but she would have been silly to think she actually saw her as more than a pal. So why was Alecto suddenly acting so strange? And when she touched her, was that really electricity she felt?

Could these two friends stop trying to save each other from themselves and admit they'd fallen in love?

(Written for Unconventional Courtship 2023, based on The Unexpected Wedding Guest by Patricia McLinn.)

Tags: @mikaharuka @tsunderewatermelon

This is my next Alethea instalment for the Unconventional Courtship challenge. If muse permits, might write more.

Hey, guys! I’m expanding my fic horizons slightly, and trying out different fandoms. If you’re not already subscribed to me on A03, that’s the easiest way to not miss updates, I post a lot. I’m trying to remember to post regularly here, but I do forget.

[fabiansacharmer]

when: Saturday, 31 August, 1978, after 10 pm where: Astronomy corridor who: Fabian Prewett & OPEN

“Merlin help us if this is a noise complaint from one of the shopkeepers---”

[thegrangerarchives]

Time and Tide by @misdemeanor1331

While ferrying a message for the Order of the Phoenix, Hermione Granger is caught by jaded Death Eater, Draco Malfoy. Unlikely and unwilling allies, the pair begin a cross-country journey where their survival depends on learning when to stand strong against the elements’ fury, and when it’s acceptable to erode.

Rated: M; Chapters: 9; Words: 27870

→ Link: Archive of Our Own

[sleepingdragon-rp]

☆ ALECTO CARROW  —

BASICS

★ BIRTH DATE / 18 November, 1958 ★ BLOOD STATUS / Pureblood ★ PRONOUNS & IDENTITY / she/her; cis female ★ FACECLAIM / Marlo Kelly

ACADEMICS & ROOMING

★ PRIMARY SCHOOL / Cambridge Academy, class of 1977 ★ ACADEMIC PURSUITS / Natural Sciences degree, Herbology cohort ★ HOUSE & YEAR / Slytherin, second year

POINTS OF INTEREST

★ Alecto is used to being the brains of the Carrow siblings; where Amycus might throw a quick punch to solve problems, Alecto is more likely to play the long game. That said, she doesn’t have the patience for real, cold revenge. Most of the time she’ll settle for pettiness — but she doesn’t care, so long as she knows she’s caused pain to someone who wronged her. 

★ Despite being a proper Pureblood witch born to a Sacred Twenty-Eight family, Alecto has never tried to behave like a good little lady. Junior Witches’ League meetings and society manners are beyond her. She scoffs at the arranged marriages her peers are coaxed into. Nor is Alecto much of a tomboy, avoiding Quidditch and the horde of well-bred boys she grew up alongside. She prefers her own company — and her brother’s — to any other, and would rather spend hours working on her, er, garden than make nice with others. Of course, she’s still a teenage girl. She still has (awful, stupid) crushes, as much as she wants to burn those feelings away. Gilbert Selwyn is an uncomfortable walking reminder of that. In another life, she might have been a sweet romantic; in this one, she’s too focused on ignoring that part of herself. She has no use for it. Those few moments with Gilbert were just about the only indulgence she’d allow herself. But now that’s done too.

★ Speaking of Alecto’s garden… Her interest in Herbology goes beyond the classroom. Someone more farsighted than Alecto might use that knowledge and commitment to breed poisonous plants. She certainly is malicious enough, but, well, she doesn’t see the point in growing something not obviously useful to her. Which is why her room’s only “decorations” are her collection of psychedelics — some magical, some mundane. There’s also plain old weed. Unlike other notable Hogwarts drug-users, Alecto doesn’t like sharing, and she certainly wouldn’t consider dealing. What she really wants is to cook up the perfect high. Well, that’s subjective. She wants the perfect high for herself.

TRAITS

✓ cunning; stubborn; loyal ✗ petty; impatient; gullible

☆ OOC — WRITTEN BY STUTI, SHE/HER

[sapphicmicrofics]

The majority of the fics submitted for this challenge are posted to tumblr and reblogged onto this blog (a list of ships that have been written can be found here), but we also have this AO3 collection and there are a lot of incredible fics being posted there that don’t make it to tumblr. I still want to highlight those because honestly some of them are amazing.

They’re sorted per prompt and have the basic information, but check the tags before reading!

This event is being run through @hpsaffics and the rules can be found here, a list of all upcoming prompts is here.

Prompt: Smile

A Battle Lost || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: General || Words: 303 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: LesbianKJ

Prompt: In Between

In Between Times || Hermione Granger/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Mature || Words: 50 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: sidewave

Prompt: Different

Something Different || Lily Luna Potter/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Teen || Words: 41 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: herochick007

Prompt: Lips

Live Forever || Astoria Greengrass/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Teen || Words: 44 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: herochick007 Challenge Accepted || Ginny Weasley/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Explicit || Words: 1357 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: LesbianKJ Hints of Lily || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Teen || Words: 37|| Archive Warnings: None || Author: herochick007 Her Lips || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Teen || Words: 51 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: triggerlil Summoned || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Mature || Words: 37|| Archive Warnings: None || Author: herochick007

Prompt: “I Didn’t Mean That”

A Woman Like That || Alecto Carrow/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Explicit || Words: 2412 || Archive Warnings: Graphic Violence, Rape/Non-con || Author: dont_try_this A Reminder || Hermione Granger/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Teen || Words: 43 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: herochick007 I (won’t) lie to you || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: General || Words: 50 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: triggerlil

Prompt: Genuine

We Choose You || Dorcas Meadowes/Mrs Zabini/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: General || Words: 237 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: LesbianKJ Like Herself || Lily Luna Potter/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: General || Words: 37 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: herochick007

Prompt: Beach

If She Cared || Narcissa Malfoy/Sirius Black || Rating: Mature || Words: 47 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: herochick007 The beach house || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: General || Words: 50 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: triggerlil

Prompt: Hair Dye

Gold rush || Hermione Granger/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: General || Words: 1232 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: speakvoices

Prompt: “Can I Kiss You?”

Same Moment, Different Time || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy, Ginny Weasley/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Teen || Words: 331 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: LesbianKJ

Prompt: Museum

Hypocrite || Andromeda Tonks/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Mature || Words: 152 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: Creativity_In_Little_Time A Shrine of How it Had Been || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Teen || Words: 45 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: herochick007

Prompt: Regret

Regret is oversteeped tea || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: General || Words: 50 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: sidewave

[strawwritesfic]

Severus Snape x Female!Death Eater!Reader: Quiet [Part 3 of ?]

Summary: When things get too quiet, you’re bound to go searching for excitement whatever trouble it brings.

Rating/Warnings/Tags: T (sexual references; fantastic racism; foul language; continuing with a ridiculous premise for a Harry Potter fan fic; arranged marriage; set during Deathly Hollows; headmaster!Snape; cruelty toward house-elves)

Challenge: “115 Words” by BonitaWolfSpirit on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire; @anfre109

Part 1: Regret Part 2: Steps

Quiet

Hogwarts wasn’t quite so grand an establishment when one returned to it as an adult. A lot of time for reflection revealed as much. Being pure-blood, the school never seemed as mystical and intimidating to you as it had to your half-blood and muggle-born peers. In fact, it had seemed a little small and dingy upon your arrival. How could it be otherwise after hearing so many stories about your forefathers’ experiences there? It seemed that memory had caused the building to grow in size and stature. You were almost surprised (and certainly disappointed) by how degraded it appeared once you returned.

True, part of that could be chalked up to it being the summer holiday. No students loitered about to fill the corridors with laughter and spellwork and smells. None would for some weeks yet. But that could explain only the aching atmosphere. Hogwarts wasn’t dirty. Far from it. Clearly the house-elves remained working even when the rest of the school staff did not. It was just quiet. Too quiet. Not a single half-real resident would speak to you—not an elf, nor a ghost, nor a painting. They all fell silent, each and every one of them, when they heard your approach.

In the end, what bothered you was not the vacancy. You could get used to silence. Undoubtedly you would long for it once September arrived. No, what really bothered you was the handful of wizarding company you were forced to keep.

“Oi, what’re you doing here?” a gruff male voice demanded the minute you stepped into the kitchen.

Times like these served to remind you that your master’s wisdom did not trickle down to his followers…if indeed he had wisdom to pass on, which you doubted now. Such times also served to remind you just how far you had fallen in rank. Not so long ago, Alecto and Amycus Carrow would not have dared to question your presence anywhere you pleased to put it. Now they did so endlessly.

The two of them sat at a little round table laden with food. A puddle of house-elves stood around them, their huge eyes flashing nervously in every direction, but mostly toward the corner where you knew their problem fellow lay. If she were smarter than usual, she would keep out of the way until the Carrows grew bored enough to try other entertainment venues—such as spitting off the top of the Astronomy Tower. Of course, staying out of the way would also have made her smarter than you.

“I should think anyone with any brains at all would know why a person might enter a kitchen at this time of day, Amycus,” you answered coldly.

He swallowed a too-large hunk of roasted chicken. “Who are you calling brainless, eh?”

“He’s got more brains ‘an you,” Alecto said. “'Least he’s got something to do around here.”

“That’s right. Alecto 'ere is deputy headmistress. What’s your assignment?”

“Oh, that’s an easy one. She’s the headmaster’s slag, she is.”

Your lips curled. These two—these two arrogant, foul-mouthed fools—were so far beneath you that they might as well have been a pair of flubberworms. They were about as attractive as flubberworms, too. Yet they as well as everyone else in the Death Eaters’ employ saw fit to insult you.

Alecto cackled at the look on your face. “What’s wrong, [Name]? Did I hit a nerve? Offended, are you, that the rest of know just why you’re here?”

“If you already know,” you said, “then why did your brother ask?”

“You callin’ me brainless again?” Amycus demanded.

“That’s two mistakes. One more an’ I’ll have you sacked. Oh wait. Can’t sack someone who doesn’t have a purpose, can you?”

“Don’t waste your breath, Alecto. She’s just upset we won’t lick 'er boots. Used to think she was a princess, didn’t she? Now she thinks that just because her husband keeps her around for—”

“I assure you that you don’t want to finish that sentence. Not if you expect to keep all your body parts attached to the proper places,” you broke in.

The twins went milky-gray with fury when they spotted your lifted wand. Several of the more intelligent elves dived for cover.

“Miss—” piped up one of the less intelligent ones.

“Don't—” tried another.

Amycus and Alecto leaped from their seats brandishing their own wands, knocking several elves to the floor in the process.

“You think you can take us in a fight? Eh?” Alecto shouted.

“You think your husband’s going to save you? You think he cares if we crucio you 'til morning? Not if we make sure not to leave a mark on your pretty skin!” Amycus said.

You threw an exaggerated look over one shoulder without ever lowering your wand. “Last I checked, he wasn’t here. Do your worst. I could outduel the both of you with my hands tied behind my back. I might have married down, but at least I’m not so inbred I can’t tell a bludger from a snitch.”

That did the trick. Alecto and Amycus began to shriek insults at the top of their lungs. Curses flew through the air—none of them fatal to you, but the house-elves all wisely made a run for safer passages through the castle. Not that it mattered. The Carrow’s aim was abysmal. Still, you couldn’t blame the house-elves for fleeing in terror.

You watched the chaos for a good half-minute before pocketing your wand and turning to leave. It wasn’t worth your time and energy to engage the twins in any real fight. Better to save any of that for when your husband made his return. All you’d wanted was to rile them up, and you could consider that mission accomplished.

Unfortunately, you had not accomplished what you’d risked leaving your quarters and encountering those imbeciles for. The painting swung shut behind you, sealing out their continual racket and leaving you for the third night in a row without supper.

Damn, but you were hungry. Snape had forbidden the three of you from using the Great Hall. He said it was because there was no point in wasting resources on the likes of you. Ha. You knew the truth. All he wanted was for you to lower yourself enough to eat with your cohorts, or at least to ask a house-elf to bring you a platter of sandwiches to eat alone. As if.

You were not going to suffer any further indignities at Snape’s greasy hands. If you had to starve to death, so be it. Doing so would put you out of his reach even if it accomplished nothing else. Perhaps it would do double duty and inconvenience him. It was not your fault you were at Hogwarts. If you had had your druthers, you would still have been at home, if a hovel like Spinner’s End could truly be called your “home.” Since nothing else fit the bill any longer, the hovel would have to do.

The Carrows were right about one thing, though (which was an all-time record for them): Snape had only one reason to keep you around, and that reason was not enough to force you to endure your present conditions. At least at Spinner’s End you could eat whenever you pleased. The pictures did not whisper behind your backs there either, as they did at the school that night as you marched mindlessly through the dark corridors.

You blinked in an attempt to dispel this well-worn pathway of thoughts. In doing so, you found your reflective wanderings had placed you exactly where you needed to be. The gargoyle statue leading to the Headmaster’s office sat in front of you. Technically, you weren’t supposed to go inside unsupervised. Technically, that didn’t matter to you. After the fit you’d kicked up over being forced to move, your dear husband should already have known your feelings about the situation, but why not illuminate him a fourth time?

Only a moment of hesitation preceded your speaking the password—quietly, in case Peeves lurked nearby, as no doubt he would be thrilled to pass the information along to your new bosom buddies in the kitchen. Your hesitation troubled you. Why shouldn’t you enter? Snape was so busy with the work for the Dark Lord lately that you doubted he was anywhere near Hogwarts at all. And if he was, well, so what? His comfort and privacy were not yours to worry over.

The stairs spun upward beneath your feet. As you climbed, you strained your ears to hear any sound of a conversation you ought not have been privy to. Snape did not always remember to cast muffliato when ensconced inside the office. You’d managed to catch a few snippets of information here and there, but nothing so far that might reinstate your position among the Death Eaters. That night, no voices reached you through the thick door. Assuming this to mean that your husband was either out or alone, you walked right into the room without knocking.

“Ah, Miss [L Name]. It’s been so long that I hardly recognize you. Oh, but forgive me. It is Mrs. Snape now, is it not?”

You froze to the spot at a familiar voice coming from somewhere in the room. The trouble was that you could not see who spoke. No one sat behind the large old desk. No one appeared to be there with you at all. Who the voice belonged to was probably of more pressing concern, though; certainly it was not your husband saying these things, nor the Carrows, but so many of the Hogwarts staff either returned home for the holidays or had too much to do with the Order at present that you knew no one else ought to have been on the grounds.

“I am over here, Mrs. Snape,” the same voice said.

That time, you caught a flash of movement from the corner of your left eye. Over there sat the wall adorned by the portraits of every headmaster Hogwarts had ever had, the good, the bad, and the ugly. You blushed slightly at having forgotten that they were there, too. Would they tattle on you to Snape when he returned? Doubtless. Though all but one were either absent or sleeping, you knew them well enough to know that either or both could be an act—and it was likely the one addressing you wouldn’t bother keeping quiet himself.

“Dumbledore?” you asked, unable to entirely hide the surprise in your voice as his blue eyes twinkled at you from across the office.

He smiled at your approach. “I was wondering if you might ever sneak up here. You’ve come close a handful of times, I realize, but never bothered to open the door.”

It shouldn’t have come as such a shock to find your own headmaster here posthumously. Not only once or twice had Dumbledore called you here during your time as a student. Your activities earned you several lectures in this very room. You’d also had the chance (when Dumbledore delayed in arriving for your meetings) to speak to Phineus Nigelus, your ancestor…but alas, he was not in his frame that night. This was a pity, as you’d have much rather have had a conversation with him than your own instructor.

You started as you realized you’d been scanning the paintings instead of answering Dumbledore. Again, you wondered why that bothered you. It was not like he had any real feelings to offend. Perhaps he never had, for his picture remained patiently waiting until your attention returned to him.

“Snape—” you caught yourself with a sharp breath, then went on, “Severus has forbidden me to be here.”

“And you listened? I find that difficult to believe.”

“He is in charge around here now.”

“Ah, yes. Do not worry. I did not expect you to mourn my passing. And I suppose that Severus is in charge of you now as well?”

“That’s not what I—”

As usual, the mere lifting of Dumbledore’s eyebrows had you falling furiously silent. Were the Carrows still down in the kitchen, you wondered. Maybe they weren’t such bad company after all. Better than the alternatives.

“Do tell me, then, what you meant,” Dumbledore prompted you.

“What do you care?” you muttered, covering your elbows with your palms.

“I have no reason to. Humor me, however. A painting only receives so much news, especially in times such as these.”

“I am not here to discuss my love life.”

“Very well—although I must point out that I never said anything about your love life. Let us find something else to talk about,” he went on before you could interrupt. “How are you?”

You could not believe this was what your life had turned into. Had you not got good scores while at Hogwarts? Sure, you had not been a Head Girl or a prefect or even a quidditch captain. One could even say you hadn’t done a very good job at keeping your head down. You’d been smart, though, and clever, and willing to prove yourself. Now you were stuck in school as a grown adult, talking with the painting of a man you despised about your feelings.

“Not well, I take it,” Dumbledore said into the silence.

Spinning around could not quite remove the sensation of his eyes on your back. “Why on earth would I be well? You have no idea—you can have no idea—holed up here in your castle—you have no idea what it’s been like the past few years!”

Even as you shouted these things, you knew they weren’t strictly true. If Dumbledore did nothing but hide away in Hogwarts, your master would not hate him so. If Dumbledore did nothing but keep out of the way, there would have been no reason for the Malfoy boy to be inducted into the Death Eaters solely for the assignment of killing him. But you did not want to give Dumbledore any quarter, especially not when he said in a soft voice:

“I do not have any idea what it has been like for you. Severus has told me some things, of course. I would not say that I was 'holed up’ anywhere, or that I have no idea what’s going on at all. Even now, I am given the odd snippet of news—the same snippets of news you sneak up here to devour. But I digress. Have you really fallen so far that you think being cared for and living somewhere you don’t know is worse than what the people you have attacked for so long go through?”

“Cared for?” you repeated, because what else could you say? “Cared for? I don’t know what lies my husband has been feeding you, but I hardly call what he has done for me 'caring’ for me!”

Dumbledore said nothing.

“I never asked for him to care for me! I never asked for a husband. All I asked was to be given the chance to prove myself. And for what? One bungle? One mistake? Lucius Malfoy has made many more spectacular mistakes than I have and yet I don’t see the Dark Lord casting him aside by marrying him off to the most pathetic among us!”

“Really? You find Severus more pathetic than the Carrows?”

“Quit doing that! You always do that!”

“Do what?”

“Purposely misunderstand me!”

“Perhaps you simply aren’t as clear as you could be.”

You could feel the heat pooling in your cheeks. It never had taken Dumbledore much to get you riled up like this. So many months of being cold and alone made your anger feel altogether strange. The Carrows were sounding like better and better company.

“You always were so enamored with your sisters,” Dumbledore said. “You always wanted to be just like them. After the incident, I was not surprised at the direction you chose to take your life.”

That had your shoulders up around your ears. “Don’t talk to me about that.”

“Even after all this time you won’t think about it?”

“I didn’t want to talk about it then, and I don’t want to talk about it now!”

“No. I suppose not. I do wish that you’d listened to me, [Name].” A sorrow crept into his voice that had goosebumps erupting over your skin. “So much sorrow could be avoided. So much loneliness. You truly think that Severus does not care for you?”

“I know he doesn’t.”

“You’re wrong.”

“What a surprise that you think that way!”

“He does care. He has told me.”

This was absolute insanity. Only the days of being stuck with no one to speak to but house-elves and paintings (both of whom avoided you as much as they could) could explain why you stuck around—or at least did so without trying to find out if a slashing hex or two could silence this dead man forever. All the same, the gentle way Dumbledore spoke made you think twice about storming out. Your voice softened as you asked:

“Why would he tell you that?”

“We are closer than you think, your husband and I. Why do you think he brought you here, except to keep you from—”

“That is quite enough,” came a new voice from behind you.

With a gasp, you spun on your heel to face the fireplace in the back of the office. Snape had returned as silently as ever; the green in the fire told you had had floo’d there, but not how much of your conversation with Dumbledore he had been allowed overhear. You flushed. Hypocritical though it might have been, you did not like the idea of him having heard any of that. He did not look much happier than you. His dark, beady eyes narrowed as they looked past you right at the painting.

“Severus, good evening,” Dumbledore said pleasantly. “I take it the mission went well.”

“As well as could be expected,” he answered cryptically.

“Were they any causalities?”

“We will speak about it later. What were you two talking about?”

“You. Are you embarrassed?”

Instead of replying, Snape snapped his attention to you. His lips curled at once. “I thought I told you you never to set foot in here when I am not here to supervise you.”

“I—” you began hotly.

“Yet you gave her the password. Curious,” Dumbledore put in in a mild tone.

“I did not ask for your opinion,” Snape snapped.

He did not look himself, you realized. You did not spend a lot of time with your husband as a general rule. Only at Death Eater meetings were you forced to be close enough to him to look at him those days, and you were summoned to meetings so rarely that even that hardly happened. Snape looked worn down, though, like he had not been sleeping. The idea of asking him what was so wrong occurred to you…only for you to realize he was sweeping up upon you before you could do so.

“Out.” He grasped your wrist and marched you toward the door. “When I have need of you, I will call you. Do you understand?”

For once, you wrenched out of his grip and to turn on him. The poison on your tongue vanished the moment you got a good look at him now that he had drawn close. You forgot momentarily how much you loathed it when he touched you. Yes, you might have been so starved for affection after long months of being shut in his home while he was teaching that you agreed to the quick encounters the Carrows had so basely referred to, but that did not mean that you permitted his clammy palms to cling to you outside of those encounters.

All you could think of then was how exhausted Snape looked. Hollow, even. He had looked that way the night Dumbledore died; now he looked almost as though he’d grown intimate with a dementor.

Why had Snape given you the password to this office? You realized then that Dumbledore was right about that being curious. If your husband wanted nothing to do with you, there would have been no way for you to access him without the means he himself gave you. Did it have something to do with that hollowness? Or was it simply another of the games he liked to play to remind you just how far his position above you remained?

You found you could not ask that question either. Some part of you was afraid of the answer. Instead, you opened your mouth to inform him, “I only bothered coming up here to try finding some food, I’ll have you know.”

“Why would I keep food in the headmaster’s office when there is a perfectly good kitchen so many floors down?” Snape asked, sneering.

“For the same reason I hoped to find some. One should not have to look at either Amycus or Alecto while digesting. Being forced to look at both of them is a form of torture to which not even the cruciatus can compare.”

The corners of his mouth twitched, or so you thought. “Yes, that is something I have experienced myself on several occasions.”

“Then you know how desperate I am after three days with only them to eat with.”

“Yes, desperate enough to risk looking at me.”

All you did in answer was to raise your eyebrows. That time you were sure you saw the makings of a smile on his ugly face. Would wonders never cease? Dead men talked and Severus Snape found you amusing. But the almost-smile was gone in a flash, replaced by his usual sour expression.

“I will have something sent to your quarters. In the future, I expect you to follow my orders and stay away unless I request your presence. Whether or not the Carrows are your only options to dine with is not my problem.”

“Don’t hold your breath,” you said lightly.

No punishment came: no pain, no flash of light, no hoisting into the air. Snape only gestured for you to leave of your own volition. You could hardly believe your luck. Still expecting some comeuppance for your flippancy, you turned toward the door with only a faint chuckle from Dumbledore bidding you farewell. A few scant scraps of conversation floated after you as you scurried down the stairs:

“I am glad you brought here with you, Severus.”

“She does do a fair bit to keep me on my toes—and does a marvelous job keeping the Carrows out of my way. It’s a good thing they loath her more than they do me.”

“If that’s the excuse you’d like to give yourself for keeping her around, I will not disabuse you of it. [Name] does not seem to think you capable of anything further either.”

“I’ve never claimed the woman was stupid.”

Then you slipped out into the dark corridor. The gargoyle statue ground back into place with no magical input from you, which left you once more in absolute silence. You walked back to your own bedroom just as quietly, in part to avoid attracting the attention of the castle’s other residents. Running into Peeves at this hour would be just as irritating as another row with the Carrows. In truth, however, you were too busy thinking to make much noise.

What did Snape mean about you keeping him on your toes? Why did Dumbledore think Snape was capable of doing more than keeping you prisoner for his own amusement? For what purpose could anyone delude themselves into thinking Snape was trying to protect you? There was nothing to protect you from!

By the time you climbed into your waiting bed, you’d all but convinced yourself the whole lot meant nothing at all. Snape had dragged you to Hogwarts for one reason and one reason only: because he could. That you spent your days being either bored out of your mind or insulted by people beneath your station would only give him further pleasure. And Dumbledore? Dumbledore had always only told you what he thought would mold you to his idea of you. The only thing you could not square away was why he wanted to defend the man that had killed him.

Whatever was going on, those two were in it together. The voices you’d heard on your handful of visits to the office stairwell had always belonged to the two of them. You recognized that now. Your husband and your master’s most hated enemy were plotting something. Now you were determined to find out what. So Snape was tired. So what? He’d brought it on himself, and his bringing you along he would live to regret. Playing your cards right now just might restore you to your place at your master’s side.

[snunasupremacy]

Aggravatingly Snowed in

by Tardis_Magic93

Severus is snowed in at a muggle inn and meets an unexpected guests.

Words: 2990, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Luna Lovegood, Rubeus Hagrid mentioned, Padma Patil, Lavender Brown, Katie Bell, Alecto Carrow, Amycus Carrow

Relationships: Luna Lovegood/Severus Snape

Additional Tags: Snowed In, Falling In Love, Pre-Relationship, Severus Retiring, Severus Snape Lives, Professor Luna Lovegood, Severus Making Pizza, Karaoke, Flashbacks, Detention, Cruciatus Curse Mentioned, POV Luna Lovegood, POV Severus Snape, Implied/Referenced Torture

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[ritualoflovesmemory]

An Impromptu Faculty Meeting (From Ch. 3)

“SILENCE!” Every eye turned to Sprout, and the room fell quiet, except for a few muffled cries and sobs. The Herbology professor climbed atop the nearest table and spoke with a strong, clear voice. “Students, listen carefully! You must all leave immediately. Leave through the main gates toward Hogsmeade, get to a shop, a pub, or any magical home, and use the floo to get to safety. Your teachers will remain to provide you the time to do so safely. It has been an honor teaching you. May you find safe harbor somewhere beyond the reach of this monster. Now GO!”

Before the crowded room could begin to move a voice called out. “Not so fast! Don’t anyone move a muscle!” came a voice entering the Great Hall. Amycus Carrow’s eyes were flashing with excitement. “You’ll all ignore her blathering and wait for the Dark Lord, or you’ll pay for it in blood!” Alecto walked forward from behind her brother, with her gaze fixed on Professor Flitwick.

In an instant, there was an incredible flash of blinding light. Both Carrows covered their eyes with their hands as Slughorn’s wand produced a Lumos Maxima that shot straight in between them. Before they could recover, Sprout and Flitwick rushed forward. It was suddenly quite apparent how Filius had won dueling championships in his youth, as he parried the blindly-cast curses of the Carrows. And though her spellwork was not at the same level as her counterpart, Pomona’s wand slashed with a fury. In seconds, both Carrows were left unconscious in a heap.

Flitwick turned at the sound of cheering behind him. “What are you waiting for? You’ve got to get out of here before You Know Who arrives!”

As the students began to run for the doors, a red light burst from further down the hallway, knocking the Charms professor to the floor. His wand flipped in midair as it flew into the outstretched hand of the Headmaster.

“Filius! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” spat Snape. He watched as students ignored them and rushed towards the gates to the Hogwarts grounds. “Pomona! He’ll flay you both alive for this!” 

“I won’t stand by and watch students tortured anymore! I won’t watch them be led like lambs to the slaughter!” Flitwick pulled a spare wand from within his robes as he stood back up and walked forward to stand next to Sprout.

“We may not be enough to fend off You Know Who, but we can buy the students precious seconds.” Pomona’s face was hard as stone as she pointed her wand at Snape. “Severus, if you ever were the man Dumbledore believed you to be, you must see that your Master is bent on killing countless innocents. Will you be able to live with yourself if you don’t fight for them now?”

[dhr-ao3]

All Over Me

All Over Me https://ift.tt/Ov4z5cy by seralentine “Let’s just go home, Hermione” Draco said finally —cutting off their combat after apparating themselves into a small cottage in the middle of forest in Germany. “Home?” Hermione whispers, “HOME?! WHERE THE FUCK IS HOME?! Your home or Matteo's home?! I don’t remember any muggle Granger ever owned a fucking manor! I don’t have a fucking home, Draco.” Hermione shouted her lungs out at Draco when tears burst into her eyes. She was so devastated after finding out the truth that she is not a Malfoy. The whole people knew except her, they all a bunch of liars. Dark-Facist-Pure Blood Oriented-Liars. “Let’s just —” “LET’S JUST WHAT DRACO?! You knew this whole time and you didn’t even bother to tell me?” Draco frowned into her words, “Is it because I’m nobody? I’m not a pureblood like you so you didn’t tell me and just go along like everyone else’s and left me stuck in this life?” “Nobody? What? No.” Draco step forward trying to close the gap between them but Hermione took a step back and his face drop in disappointment,”You’re my somebody Hermione, somebody important, somebody to me.” Hermione close her eyes and look away. Words: 16309, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger's Mother, Hermione Granger's Father, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Pansy Parkinson's Mother, Pansy Parkinson's Father, Theodore Nott, Theodore Nott's Mother, Blaise Zabini, Blaise Zabini's Mother, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Alecto Carrow, Amycus Carrow, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Lorenzo Berkshire (babynaomi), Mattheo Riddle (yasmineamaro), Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Marcus Flint, Millicent Bulstrode Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy, Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson Additional Tags: Hogwarts Era, Battle of Hogwarts, Death Eaters, Death Eater Draco Malfoy, Death Eater Hermione Granger, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Hermione Granger, Blood Purity Prejudice & Pureblood Supremacy (Harry Potter), Half-Blood Hermione Granger, Overprotective Draco Malfoy, Siblings Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy, Slow Burn Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy is Bad at Feelings, Good Draco Malfoy, Order Member Draco Malfoy via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/XVfaWSE April 28, 2025 at 03:54PM

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Protecting the Future Minister

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by a_MioneNiffler2309

Hermione is to become the next Minister, but not all of the wizarding world is ready to accept such a change. I don't want to give too much away, but when Harry enlists Severus to protect her, they fall in love. Obviously.

I haven't mapped out the rest yet, so even I don't know what will happen, but I am looking forward to finding out myself!

Words: 3454, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Hermione Granger, Severus Snape, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Pansy Parkinson, Lucius Malfoy, Antonin Dolohov, Alecto Carrow, Amycus Carrow, Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Severus Snape, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley

Additional Tags: Magic, Death Eaters, Fugitives, Death Threats, Assassination Attempt(s), Threats of Rape/Non-Con

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[sleepingdragon-rp]

☆ ALECTO CARROW  —

BASICS

★ BIRTH DATE / 16 May, 1959 ★ BLOOD STATUS / Pureblood ★ PRONOUNS & IDENTITY / she/her; cis female ★ FACECLAIM / Halston Sage

ACADEMICS & ROOMING

★ SECONDARY SCHOOL / Cambridge Academy, class of 1977 ★ ACADEMIC PURSUITS / Spellcasting degree, Charms cohort ★ HOUSE & YEAR / Slytherin, second year

POINTS OF INTEREST

{ CW: implications of violence } ★ It would appear that Alecto’s path in life was chosen by fate and coincidental circumstance. Given then Greco-Roman name Alecto Enyo, Alecto meaning “unceasing anger”, and Enyo meaning “horror” after a goddess known as the “waster of cities” she has known from a very young age that she wants to be a powerful woman and punish the bad, but once she got a taste for punishment, she realized she liked it a little too much. Ever the sadist, torture and punishment and two of Alecto’s favorite things, in many aspects of her life. Alecto is exceedingly proficient in dueling and the Dark Arts. She fills her schedule with Defensive Magic classes in a effort to further her Dark learnings.

{ CW: implications of incest } ★ Alecto is very close with her twin brother Amycus. When it’s said that she’s loyal beyond measure, all her loyalties lie with him. She knows in her heart that while everyone else in life may come and go, Amycus is all she really needs. She often remembers a painting their mother had on their wall as children and believes it explains everything you need to know about their relationship. The painting read: BORN FROM THE SAME WOMB / THEIR HEARTS BEAT IN UNISON / SKIN ON SKIN / SOULS ENTWINED / THROUGH SUNLESS DAYS / AND STARLESS NIGHTS / PARTING FEELS LIKE DYING / CHOKING ON GLASS SHARDS / AND AS THE WORLD ENDS / BOTH KNOW THEY ARE / ENOUGH

★ Blood purity is very important to the Carrows and extreme measures have been and will continue to be taken in order to protect the bloodline. Mudbloods are filthy and half-bloods are a disgrace. Blood traitors can’t be trusted. Alecto knows how to save face in front of her superiors and the school administration, but catch her alone and she’ll hold nothing back.

TRAITS

✓ cunning; strong-willed; loyal ✗ compulsive; prejudice; cruel

☆ OOC — WRITTEN BY ARDEN, SHE/HER

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strange trails

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by lovejoybug

Dorcas Meadowes wasn’t scared of anything – or at least that’s what she’d been telling people for as long as she could talk. That wasn’t to say there wasn’t anything to be scared about; the Dark Lord was collecting everyone she knew like chocolate frog cards. Eventually she’d have to make her choice – and time was ticking.

in which Dorcas Meadowes, Slytherin’s self-proclaimed bitchiest witch of the generation, faces the trials and tribulations of a (quite literally) cursed love life, a tumultuous residency at the horror that was Nott Manor, and a rather aggressive desire to say to the hell with it all and take matters into her own hands

1976 - 1981

Words: 3454, Chapters: 1/75, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Dorcas Meadowes, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Sirius Black, Regulus Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Marlene McKinnon, Evan Rosier, Sybill Trelawney, Albus Dumbledore, Caradoc Dearborn, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Amycus Carrow, Alecto Carrow, Nott Family (Harry Potter)

Relationships: Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, Regulus Black/Dorcas Meadowes, Dorcas Meadowes/Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, Sirius Black & Dorcas Meadowes, Narcissa Black Malfoy & Dorcas Meadowes, Remus Lupin & Dorcas Meadowes, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter

Additional Tags: 1970s, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Slytherin Dorcas Meadowes, Slow Burn, Multiple Pairings, Canonical Character Death, Hogwarts

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