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“are you seriously saying you’d pick radiohead over deftones ?” mattheo asked with a shocked expression on his face, his hands clutched against his chest as if he was on the verge of a heart attack.

“i’m just saying radiohead is absolutely NOT overrated and you’re lying to yourself if you think that it is !” you replied, with your tone slightly more angry.

you were currently sitting on the floor of his dorm room, shuffling through his cd collection as he watched you from the bed. the two of you had been bantering for hours about music and everything else you disagreed on as the rain was pouring outside, leaving you in a cozy and comforting atmosphere.

“deftones is much more consistent,” the brunette boy continued, dead set on trying to knock some music taste into you “and white pony is better than all radiohead albums combined.” you gasped, looking up from the cd shelf

“you did not just say that ! what about the bends ? in rainbows ? ok computer ? you can’t say anything about ok computer ! ” you declared and he laughed from his spot against the headboard.

“nope, white motherfucking pony is a masterpiece.” he ignored your previous remarks before you cut him off “it’s good, but around the fur and saturday night wrist-“ you started before he shouted

“stop it ! i won’t hear a word of what you have to say. seriously, how can you be so wrong all the time ?”

“i am not !” the ridiculous argument you two were having was the last thing on your mind when you looked up and saw him nonchalantly leaning back against the headboard, his curls slightly bouncing when he shaked his head.

“yes you are ! you’re the only person i know who managed to have the same music taste as me in artists but not in songs and it’s irritating, i swear.” you scoffed at mattheo’s pissed of demeanor and didn’t bother answering him, leaving you in a comfortable silence for quite some time.

truth is, he couldn’t care less about your different opinions in music. he did, however, care about the way the two of you had been here for hours chatting about anything and everything in the most casual way possible. he’d never felt so good around someone before, and he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that your simple presence was enough to make his head spin. you were siting cross legged on the floor, your hair perfectly framing your beautiful face as you looked through the cds, and he knew he’d give up listening to deftones for the rest of his life if it meant having you like this.

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The Slytherin Princess - Severus Snape ( Young ) x YN Black

Just a little of what I have in mind for young Severus, I hope you like it and give me your opinions so I can continue writing.

Plot: Young Severus Snape finds a true friendship in Y/N Black, Sirius's feared cousin and younger sister of the terrifying Bellatrix, little knowing that the scent of amortentia belonged to her.

Themes: Romance / Adventure / Fluff / Angst

Chapter 1

The Slytherin Princess

Sometimes, just sometimes, the heart is confused by finding a little affection. That was what Severus felt for Lily: love out of compassion.

The poor, defenseless child, abandoned to his fate by a submissive mother and an abusive father who had never felt true affection. How could such a defenseless being have honest feelings in his heart if they had never shown it to him? It was then, when Lily agreed to be his friend, that his heart made him believe it was the only thing he deserved and that she would forever belong to him.

That was until little Lily, in her innocence and following her heart, decided that she belonged in her Gryffindor house and would remain by the side of the man who, from day one, would make the lonely Snape's life even more impossible, James Potter.

Even when the soul is confused, you cannot manipulate it to follow the wrong path, even when you believe it is the right one. And the innocent "Snivellus" did not know that his soulmate would be the most powerful in every way.

YN Drusilla Astaria Black, born to Druella and Cygnus Black, the youngest of the family and the most loved and protected by her sisters, Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa, nothing could be wrong with the girl with Y/C/H hair and enchanting eyes, except for being a member of the aristocratic House of Black, as well as the sister of Bellatrix, the youngest Death Eater currently and a follower of the Dark Lord.

Every Slytherin feared the presence of this fragile but imposing girl. She had no friends, no suitors, and her daily life was based on reading and secretly practicing magic. Sometimes, when she got bored of practicing the spells she already knew by heart, she liked to go to the third-floor bathrooms to chat with her talkative friend Myrtle.

"You know, you're the only girl who dares to come here without laughing at me. You're very different from your sister." The girl with big eyes and round glasses reminded the heiress of the Black how different she was from her older sister whenever she had the chance.

"Sometimes I wish everyone else could see me the way you see me, Myrtle, even if it's just taking the time to know my name and not call me Nepotrix." Her bright Y/E/C eyes would moisten whenever she remembered that she would never fit in with the "normal" boys at school.

Her thoughts came and went. It wasn't possible that of all her sisters, she had the noblest heart, and yet, because of the reputation of her ancestors, no one noticed, and absolutely everyone decided to avoid her. She felt like a failure. Those thoughts echoed so loudly in her head that she didn't notice that as she walked, her tunic became tangled in the grass, and the laughter of some mischievous children sounded from behind a large oak tree.

"Who wants to see Snivellus's underwear?" James Potter shouted to his friends as they all laughed and pointed his wand at the thin and shy black-haired boy that YN often found alone reading in the Slytherin room - Expelliarmus

Y/N watched as the pale boy's wand flew out, leaving him unarmed as he was cornered against the oak tree.

"Look guys, he's scared," the bespectacled boy chuckled, pointing his wand at the pale neck covered in strands of black hair.

Her books fell to the floor with a loud thud, making Remus turn around, wiping off his smile. He knew her, he knew she was the best in Charms class and wouldn't hesitate to defend someone from her house.

"James," the brown-haired boy called after him slowly. "James…stop."

´´I haven't even started yet, Moony.´´James laughed, moving away from the cornered boy, swinging his wand, making the pale boy float in the air while he was clearly short of breath.

´´Stupefy ´´The young witch's black and gold wand barely pointed at the Bully when a transparent wave came out of the tip, causing him to lose his balance and fall stunned. The impact of the suspended boy's body on the floor made the entire group of worried boys not know where to look, stunned and disoriented. "Who's next? You think you're very brave for being in a group, but I assure you, you're cowards. Go away!" the girl shouted angrily without lowering her wand.

While the Gryffindor group helped their leader and left as quickly as possible, some stumbling, looking back from time to time, making sure they didn't receive a hex from behind.

"Are you okay?" Y/N looked at him worriedly, putting her wand in her robes as she quickly approached to help him get up from the floor. "Did you hurt yourself?"

The boy didn't say anything, he didn't even look at her, ashamed and humiliated by what had happened. It was obvious that it wasn't the first time, but in the same way, no one had previously witnessed it and they had realized how ridiculed he was by his school enemies.

''You have… something on your face'' carefully her soft hand tried to arrange his black strands of hair but he just walked away growling a little ´´I'm sorry no… I shouldn't have dared to do that .. ´´ she sighed looking at the floor embarrassed, she knew how uncomfortable her presence was for everyone and it was obvious that there was no difference with the pale boy ´´ I hope you get better ´´ she smiled a little moving away to pick up her books from the floor arranging them carefully in her arm to walk away slowly, looking for another refuge where she could read without disturbing even those she wanted to help

But that day as she walked away this time that shy boy looked at her, not like he normally did with everyone else, with fear and worry that she would come back and hurt him, if not, that day something inside Severus changed, he felt his heart beat strongly and as the evening breeze blew through the leaves of the trees he could recognize a scent that made him furrow his eyebrows and cover his nose, that scent that He had only smelled the scent of night breezes and roses in Potions classes before, making his stomach churn and tingle inside him.

That night, poor Severus didn't sleep. He constantly stared at the moon through his bedroom window, and when he grew tired of this, he turned to stare at the ceiling.

For her part, Y/N's eyes couldn't take their eyes off the same moon Severus occasionally gazed at, wondering what she had to do to feel more supported and loved by her classmates.

Even though sometimes those thoughts were suppressed by the memory of that pale, quiet boy. Was he still okay? Did he still feel pain from that fall, or was his ego bruised? His dark eyes were beautiful, she thought, smiling slightly, barely feeling embarrassed by her own thoughts.

The next morning she headed quickly towards Professor McGonagall's classroom, her favorite teacher despite being a Gryffindor. She entered quickly hoping she hadn't arrived late enough, stopping next to that quiet and mysterious boy who barely looked at her through his strands of hair. But she didn't want to make him uncomfortable any more than she possibly already had, so she took a deep breath and turned to Sirius, her cousin, while clearing her throat, making the curls of her hair jump as she turned her head curiously.

"Well, well, what's my favorite cousin doing here? Do you miss me?" The heckler laughed, causing James and Peter to do the same in chorus behind her.

"I miss kicking your ass like my sisters do." Her books hit the table without taking her eyes off him as she sat down abruptly, pushing him a little. "I see. If sitting with your own family bothers you so much, why don't you just leave and sit next to your weak and pathetic friend, huh?" His slender fingers moved a strand of hair from her face, causing her to look at him in annoyance. "Maybe I need help, just like yesterday." "You son of a bitch…" The door opened, prompting everyone to settle into their seats and pay attention to the respected teacher.

This time, the class was about Transfiguration, a subject that interested Y/N deeply, so much so that she had been reading about it daily in her quest to become a shapeshifter like her favorite teacher. But Severus, that poor boy, couldn't stop paying attention to Y/N. Every time she bent down to write, her hair cascaded over her shoulders, her smooth skin shone with the lit candles, and her legs looked like a pair of porcelain adorned with those dark stockings. Why was he paying so much attention to her? This time, he hadn't even noticed Lily sitting closest to him, and as soon as McGonagall announced the end of class, he practically ran out, trying to hide as far away as possible so as not to be found by the Marauders or any other students who had started making a habit of bothering him.

During the night, YN, as usual, went up to the abandoned bathroom, the one where she chatted with her only friend, Myrtle.

"I met a new boy today," the girl with glasses laughed as she circled near the window. "He's so handsome, somewhat, and with eyes as dark as if they were empty."

´´Really?" Her mortal friend laughed, looking at her as she turned the page in her book. "And what was his name?"

´´Hmm, I don't remember." The ghost approached her, curious, making a gesture of innocence and mischief. "I think it was… Sev… Bastian, or… maybe…"

´´Severus?´´ YN replied as the innocent dead girl fluttered around clapping her hands. ´´How do you know Severus?´´

´´Oh, are you jealous?´´ He laughed childishly covering his mouth ´´He's just my friend, you know. I talked to him a little and he told me he likes a girl. He said she was pretty and very smart, that her scent reminded him of the autumn night breeze and the flowers in the common room'' Myrtle smiled floating while YN smiled a little feeling a lump in her chest and her hands squeezed her book. ´´It's possibly not even you.´´

You're such a wretch. - YN threw her book so hard that it went through the misty form of the floating girl while she laughed mischievously hiding in a cubicle. ´´ Of course I'm pretty and smart, silly girl´´ She stood up abruptly grabbing her book from the floor while taking long strides towards the door, leaving without realizing that when she turned in the hallway she would collide with a cold and hard form making her stumble. The only thing stopping her from falling to the floor was a pair of hands that held her by her arms. ´´ I'm… sorry, I… I don't I saw´´

Did you hurt yourself? - a cold, deep voice made her look up, barely noticing in the moonlight that pale face adorned by pitch-black hair. She barely managed to shake her head as she adjusted her robes and picked up her book. ´´ I'm sorry, I didn't see you either.´´

´´Yes, it's… it's okay, don't worry.´´ she smiled at him embarrassedly, trying to get past him to return to the dormitory, but their clumsiness made them dance a couple of times, each trying to go their own way, making both teenagers laugh embarrassedly, hearing for the first time that deep laugh from the silent Snape. ´´I'm sorry… ´´ They both erased their smiles, hearing footsteps and James's voice whispering, while at the beginning of the corridor they could see

They both erased their smiles as they heard footsteps and James's whispering voice, while at the beginning of the corridor they could see the group of Marauders walking with their wands performing the Lumus Charm.

"Shit," the dark-haired girl sighed, "it's my cousin and his stupid friends." She looked at him with round eyes, taking Severus's arm and pulling him away. "Let's go, they'll probably come for you."

"But…" the boy barely followed her, tripping over his robes as he looked back fearfully, listening to the group's shoes echo on the floor of the abandoned corridor as they tried to run.

"They're moving away, this way," Sirius shouted in a whisper.

"Come on…" YN pulled Snape, both of them hiding behind a column while she put her book in her robes. "Do you trust me?" Severus looked at her curiously. Of course he didn't trust her. He barely knew her. She was a Black, Sirius's cousin, and the sister of a Death Eater. Of course he didn't trust her. "I don't care. You'll just have to trust me. Hug me."

"What?" Severus looked at her nervously and astonished. How dare she ask him to do that?

"Hug me quickly." He barely managed to wrap his arms around her as she stood on her toes, wrapping her arms around his slender neck. Severus felt a sensation of suffocation and imbalance, falling suddenly onto a smooth, hard surface. "I'm sorry, I always let you fall."

He barely managed to open his eyes, noticing with difficulty that he was in the Slytherin common room. Fortunately, there was no one around. He was lying on the dark carpet in the middle of the great hall, his head spinning repeatedly as he watched the girl easily get up.

"What… was that?" His face looked scared, almost incredulous at what had happened as she smiled, sitting in the black leather armchair, looking at him almost amused.

"I teleported us both. It's a simple spell, but it requires concentration. One day I can teach you if you want. Can I help you?" Her smooth hand approached him carefully, but again he rejected her, standing up only to shake his robes.

"How do you know? They were looking for me?" He looked at her worriedly, standing without moving, waiting for an answer.

"Me? It's probably because of their stupid map." "Which map?" "The Marauder's Map" is a silly parchment that Sirius and his friends have. On it, they can see all the names of teachers and students within the Hogwarts grounds, and the map shows where they are going and where they are. "So, that's how they always manage to find me?" He looked at her worriedly. "I'm afraid so." She looked at him sadly. "I'm so sorry about how my cousin treated you. He's just as much of an idiot to me, but my sisters tend to scare him."

She smiled, making him look down, not avoiding her friendly gesture, but avoiding her smile and the blush that had turned her face behind the strands of her hair.

"Well, Sev, I hope I've helped you today. Good night." She smiled at him again, getting up slowly, walking beside him to the girls' wing, once again sending him that scent of night breeze and roses.

"Good night," whispered the outcast boy.

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Serendipity

chapter fourteen

summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.

no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. all characters are aged up to be over 18.

pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader

warning(s): slightly suggestive, canonical violence, heavy mentions of blood/injuries, angst with some fluff at the end

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Hermione Granger was coined the smartest witch of her age for many reasons. Although brave and courageous at heart, she was wise and ambitious to the very marrow of her bones. It's how she noticed your changing affections for Mattheo Riddle, perhaps even before you did.

It started no earlier than October, when you no longer complained about your desk partner in Ancient Runes; when you'd meet up with her after the tutor sessions with bright eyes and a genuine smile, which she had not seen since the weeks leading up to the Department of Mysteries battle last summer. She knew what Riddle was like, but seeing the spark reignite in your soul began to change her perspective of him. Maybe he was inherently good after all.

When Harry told her and Ron what he had discovered about the two of you, she wasn't even a little surprised, but she was surprised that Ginny, too, was not in the least bit affected by the revelation. She watched in forlorn silence as Harry singlehandedly cut you off from them, despite everything you had done for him; everything you'd sacrificed. She had spent many nights berating him in the common room with tears in her eyes.

You were her very first friend at Hogwarts. You'd met on platform nine and three quarters in your first year and exclaimed that you absolutely adored the celebrity on the cover of the magazine she happened to be browsing through. Hermione had thought you were a muggleborn like her and was disappointed when you said you weren't. But she was elated to hear that your mother was just like her. You spent the entire trainride chatting about muggle affairs and your favourite books, and had both gotten up to help Neville find his toad which is how you met Ron and Harry.

You were the person she turned to when Ron first took to being a horrid nuisance to her. You were the person she went to for help finding out about Nicholas Flemmel and the Philosopher's stone. You were the person who wrote double the amount of notes in second year, while she was petrified, just so that she could have knowledge of all the things she'd missed out on in her absence. You were the one to subject yourself to Bellatrix Lestrange's cruciatus curse so that someone could help Harry fight of half a dozen Death Eaters by the arch in the strange room in the Department of Mysteries.

You were her sister and her best friend.

And she felt completely undeserving of all those years of sisterhood as she watched you traipse around the castle like a ghost for days, after the argument with Ron transpired outside the Hospital Wing.

She had slapped him so hard when they'd gotten far enough away from the sounds of your heart wrenching sobs. The sound had echoed so loudly through each of their ears, and she did not care about how Ginny had gasped in shock horror at her action. Or the way Harry flinched as Ron cradled his reddening cheek. It was well and truly deserved.

She did not speak to Harry or Ron for two weeks. Now she only offered vague, one-worded answers to their incessant questions. They acted as if they had done nothing wrong. It infuriated her.

Hermione wanted to find you and apologise profusely. As did Ginny. But each time they got the nerve to find you, you were surrounded by a guard of snakes. The Slytherin boys were extremely protective of you and it seemed that Mattheo no longer cared for secrecy; openly showing that you were his for all the world to see, though subtly enough that only those with keen eyes saw. Hermione saw.

You looked happier with them than you had ever been with any of your old friends. Hermione often wondered if you were meant to find them; wondered if she, Ron and Harry had been holding you back from your true potential.

She admired you. She loved you. She had to make this right.

She cornered you after an Ancient Runes lesson. A ballsy move, considering Mattheo, Theo and Pansy formed a protective wall of imposing doom behind you, like fallen angels promising retribution. She steeled her gaze, looked between all three of them, shot the true intentions of why she was doing this to their minds – she knew they were digging through her thoughts by the pin pricks in the back of her head. But not from you, never from you, although she would never hate you if you did.

"What do you want, Granger?" It's Pansy who speaks up first, her voice dark and promising unspeakable terror, if Hermione so much as said one thing out of line. She watches as you reach for the hand that softly brushes against your own and grip it with all your might; Mattheo's hand.

"I wanted to speak to you." she says directly to you. "Alone, if possible."

She can see the way Mattheo is about to rebute this.

"If not that's completely fine." its rushed and laced with desperation and you can see the emotions clouding your ex-best friend's face. The guilt and the longing. You want to hear her out.

You squeeze Mattheo's hand once before letting go and speaking to them all, without opening your mouth.

I want to hear what she has to say. You guys go ahead, I'll find you later.

Pansy's look of uncertainty is remedied by your insistence that you'd be fine, and Theo is a little reluctant but follows behind her. Mattheo is a silent and imposing statue of simmering rage at your side. And by the uncomfortable look on Hermione's face, you know he's in her head.

If she comes back crying, believe me when I say that you will regret it Granger. And if this is a farce to satisfy Potter's cruelty, he will pay for it too.

"Harry doesn't know I'm here. Neither does Ron. Ginny should be outside, she wants to talk too. I-if that's alright?"

"It's fine." your voice is softer than she's ever heard. Like you're wholly unsure if you can trust her word. It's a foreign and devastating feeling. And she hates it.

Mattheo's hand brushes your's before he reaches up and squeezes your waist affectionately, departing after Theo and Pansy moments later.

The classroom is blissfully empty. Now it's just you and Hermione, alone. The silence is tense and awkward as you each wait for Ginny to walk through the door.

She arrives moments after Mattheo's departure, steps slow and hesitant. But as she sees the two of you she releases a heavy sigh of relief and launches herself at you.

She's hugging you so tightly. Squeezing and squeezing until your arms, which are limp at your sides, instinctively wrap around her frame. She's mumbling apologies into the neck of your blue and bronze lined robe, body racking with subtle sobs, that you mirror as you melt into her embrace. Hermione joins you both after a moment and the three of you sink to the floor, twin tears streaking down your faces, apologies and words of love and hope echoing off the walls of the classroom.

Eventually the hug ends and the three of you are sat in a small circle between the desks, voices low and quiet as you listen to what the other has to say, all the while, Mattheo is a welcome presence in your mind, offering infinite reassurances as your heart races in your chest.

Hermione tells you how Harry and Ron seem like totally different people now. How she slapped Ron and did not utter a singular word to Harry until he apologised to her.

"Look I'm sorry, alright." he said one evening in the common room as she was researching for an upcoming essay. "Please talk to me, Mione."

"I'm not the one you should be apologising to." she mutters, not taking her eye off the words on the page. Harry scoffs as he sits down. "If you're going to bad mouth my best friend then go and find Ron. I don't want to hear what you have to say."

He rolls his eyes before he stands up and walks away.

Ginny feels terrible. She hadn't known it was you and Mattheo in the corridor until she heard his distinct low and raspy voice, too late. She wasn't quick enough in deterring Harry away from the space and she regrets it immensely. And the look on your face after Ron had shouted at you plays repetitively on her mind at all hours of the day.

Guilt errodes at your souls and all three of you feel the weight of it like you're being held beneath the surface of a very deep lake.

When the two of them finish explaining themselves, you inhale harshly before letting out a calming breathe.

"I can't say that your actions didn't hurt. Because then I'd be lying." you say, voice clouded in emotion. "I have been outcasted by everyone I thought I could call a friend. Even my own housemates don't speak to me. You didn't do anything to stop that, which really hurts."

There's a lump in your throat that continues to strain with every word you utter, eyes burn with the onslaught of more salty tears.

"I know that you don't trust them. And you have every reason not to. I understand that. But they have been here for me, when the two of you weren't. They've shown me what it means to be surrounded by kindness and safety and I love them all equally, no matter what has been said and done in the past. Yes they work for you-know-who. But they had no choice. You know who their families are, hell we fought most of them in June. They've been forced into this and I just want to get them out."

Ginny reaches over to squeeze your hand. You let her.

"I-" she pauses and looks at Hermione, who reaches over for your other hand. "We want to help you. In any way we can. We'll help you appeal to Dumbledore-"

"He already refused my plea for help." you say with a grimace.

Hermione gapes. "B-but he always says that-"

"-Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask." you say at the same time as she does. "Yes he said as much, and then followed with saying that they don't deserve to be helped."

"That's completely unfair." Ginny mutters. "If you were asking for anyone else he'd help in a heartbeat."

Hermione mumbles her agreement, face painted in complete disbelief at your revelation. She always believed that Dumbledore was a good and just man, but maybe she was wrong.

"We'll appeal to the Order." Ginny says. "Tonks' mum was in you-know-who's clutches when she went to the Order for help. And now she's effectively protected for life."

It's a good idea. It may work. But you have your doubts. The current members of the Order held their own prejudices, much like Voldemort's Death Eaters did.

"Tell your friends about the idea. Tell them that we'll try." Hermione says earnestly. "Nothing will ever justify our behaviour towards you, but let us make it right. Please. It's the least we can do for how badly we treated you."

What are they saying right now? Mattheo asks you, voice painted with curiousity.

They're going to help me keep you all safe.

And how, pray tell, will they achieve that? Mattheo sounds like he adamantly does not believe your words.

They have a way but I'm honestly not getting my hopes up until its more of a solid plan.

Okay, I trust you. How do you feel, love? His voice is a soft caress to all the corners of your mind. It's like he can feel the anxiety rolling off of you in waves.

I've got mixed feelings. I want to believe that they truely do mean what they're saying, but actions speak louder than words.

Even though you say that, Mattheo already knows that you'll forgive them. He may not agree with it because, in his opinion, they do not deserve your forgiveness, but he understands that you'd been akin to sisters for years before his family welcomed you into their circle with open arms. Of course you'd forgive them eventually; it doesn't mean that any of your found family would, though.

Hermione and Ginny watch as your eyes glaze over. It's obvious that you're talking mind to mind with Mattheo by the way your face heats with a blush and your face is alight with a soft, yet dazzling smile.

The three of you had once gossiped, in the cosy confines of the younger girl's bedroom, that Ginny's oldest twin brother was the perfect guy for you, but judging by your expression, they knew it then and there......Mattheo Riddle was your soulmate and you were completely and irrevocably in love with him.

An hour later, the three of you were sat under the shade of a willow tree that overlooked one of the beaches separating the Black Lake from the main courtyard.

It was as if there was never a blip in your friendship. Like old times. It felt normal. But there was an underlying feeling that everything was different at the same time. And the three of you had wordlessly accepted that fact.

"He needs to get rid of that stupid book." Hermione mutters dismally as you watch Harry and Ron stroll by, not sparing any of you a glance as they stare down at the battered Potions book in the former's hand.

"Still jealous that he's gotten better at potions than you? You're not top of the class anymore." You tease and she throws you a playful glare.

"Nevermind that. It's insidious." she says. "Just the other day he was asking if I'd heard of some kind of spell that was, quote on quote: 'for enemies'. It's completely ridiculous."

"I can't say that I disagree with you Mione." Ginny says grimly. "I overheard him telling Ron that he really wanted to test it out."

She shivers as if a blanket of cold was just thrust upon her. You're left bewildered. Harry seemed like a wholly different person and you didn't know what to make of it.

~∞~

A week later, you'd come to terms with the new state of your friendship with Hermione and Ginny; your Slytherin friends were weary at first when you told them of their plan to involve the Order, but it was Theo and Blaise who agreed tentatively to hear them out.

You tried to build a bridge between your two opposing groups, and it worked somewhat: Hermione had bonded well with Theo and Ginny found a kinship in Pansy's fierce spirit as well as Enzo's witty humour. Even Luna, who had accompanied Ginny one day to see you, had found solace in Blaise's quiet and calm nature.

Draco was the most alert by your insistence of them all speaking – he was weary that Hermione did not like nor trust him and she was uneasy around the boy who had called her unsavoury names for years. But even Hermione could see how worn down and tired Draco looked, and cut him some slack.

After another drooling day of school, you were lying in Mattheo's bed, clad in nothing but one of his dark tshirts as you lied against his chest, breathing in his alluring scent of cedar, musk and smoke. After completing your homework together, the two of you had nothing better to do than laze about, sharing languid kisses and slow, soft sex.

You were talking quietly to one another, sweet giggles and deep chuckles passing between you as you bathed in the serenity of each others' presence. Mattheo's hand was tracing circles against the back of your thighs, causing you to shift away with a breathy laugh.

"That tickles. Stop it." you say, mirth shining in your eyes as you playfully glare at him as his fingers dance across your soft, sensitive skin.

"Or what?" he challenges with a smirk that has you sitting up against his stomach, the ridges of his abs brushing sensually against your aching core.

Safe to say, your clothes ended up on the floor once more and the room was once again filled with your combined sensual moans and whines.

Later, you're cuddled against him again, tired and spent as you allow sleep to overtake you. But it never comes. Enzo and Ginny burst through the door in a panicked flurry.

"Ever heard of knocking, Berkshire?" Mattheo snaps, but at the look of alarm painting his friend's face, he sits up in rapt attention.

"What is it, Enzo?" he asks, using one hand to pull the duvet over your bodies to shield you from their averting gazes.

"It's Harry and- and Malfoy." Ginny says, breathlessly as if they'd run here. "They're dueling in one of the second floor bathrooms."

That statement has the two of you scrambling for your clothes as Enzo and Ginny leave to wait outside the door.

Uniforms shoved back on in a hurry, rumpled and creased from your earlier activities, the two of you follow behind the panicking pair as they lead you to Moaning Myrtle's floor. You hear the duel before you see it. Draco and Harry are throwing insults and curses back and forth in rapid fire blows. You would be mesmerised by the feeling of all the power that sings to you, if you weren't so worried and horror stricken at what you'd stumbled into.

Upon entering the scene you can't help but gape at the destruction. The porcelain sinks lining the marbled walls are cracked and broken, crumbling to the floor; pipes bursting with a never ending onslaught of spraying water that washes across the floor like tempered glass.

Your arrival distracts Draco momentarily as he turns towards the four of you, weariness clouding his light grey eyes. It's all the time he needs for Harry to surprise all of you with his menacing words as he casts the final spell, signifying the end of the harrowing duel.

"Sectum-sempra!" he shouts and Draco releases a pained yelp before falling to the floor as Ginny gasps in horror. Blood soaks the water around him, spreading out like slick oil against it as he writhes in pain. Slashes of blood saturate his white shirt, as if a knife had been hacked against his skin.

The room is a flurry of activity as Ginny starts shouting at Harry as Enzo and Mattheo pull out their wands defensively. But you pay them no mind, immediately going to Draco's side, trying your best to comfort him as you rip open his shirt to see the damage that Harry had caused.

His torso is caked in blood, gashes of skin torn open by the force of the spell. He's lying in a pool of it, the volume increasing with each passing second. Draco was dying. Slowly and painfully.

Moaning Myrtle appeared from the pipes screaming "MURDER IN THE BATHROOM!" repeatedly as you worked tirelessly, which was not helping the onslaught of overwhelming emotions that were bubbling to the surface.

It's okay. You're okay. You need to stay awake Draco. Please stay awake. You reassure him as you mumble a series of spells. He begins writhing more.

Episkey doesn't work.

Ferula fails to expell bandages large enough to cover the gaping holes in his chest.

Basic wound sealing spells are cast in vain.

You have tried everything you can think of. But nothing is working. Tears of frustration begin to slide down your cheeks.

"What's taking you so long?" Enzo shouts at you, drawing your attention away from Draco. Your breathing is panicked and uncertain and Mattheo tilts his head towards Enzo, a silent threat to watch his tone as he sees the slick flow of tears running down your face.

"I don't- nothing is working." you say breathelessly. "I don't know what to do."

Ginny looks horrified. As do Mattheo and Enzo. Harry only looks intrigued, no trace of guilt paints his face. You narrow your eyes at him.

"It's from that book, isn't it?" you accuse and he flinches at your icy tone. "The Half Blood Prince wouldn't be stupid enough to not know a counter curse. What. Is. It?"

He doesn't answer you fast enough for Mattheo's liking. Despite not understanding what you're talking about, he turns to the bespectacled boy with barely contained rage as he points his wand in the direction of the 'Chosen One'.

"Answer her, Potter!" he snarls and Harry snaps his head in Mattheo's direction, shooting him a glare until Ginny screams at him to answer you.

"Vulnera Sanentur." he says reluctantly, as if he was waiting to see how long the effects of the spell he cast would take place. As if he was waiting for Death to sink it's claws into Draco's soul.

Immediately you work on each of the gashes on Draco's torso and they begin to heal over for the most part, but he's still loosing too much blood.

"Someone needs to help me seal his wounds properly. I can't do it by myself." you say desperately and Enzo is immediately at your side, both of you mumbling the spell and casting your wands over the various wounds that litter Draco's pallid skin. Meanwhile Mattheo and Ginny stare at Harry as if he'd grown two heads, sharing a knowing look of understanding that Harry does not miss, nor does he like. He grits his teeth at his enemy and the girl he's infatuated by as Ginny, not so subtly, inches closer to Mattheo's side. Mattheo's eyes soften at the fear coating the younger girl's cerulean eyes.

No sooner than you'd entered the fray, Professor Snape comes gliding into the room, face livid, and pushes you and Enzo away from Draco's still writhing body. He performs the healing charm with practiced ease, going over each jagged cut, that you failed to heal, with graceful precision. If you weren't so overcome with emotion, you would've put the glaringly obvious pieces together.

The flow of blood eased rapidly and the wounds knotted together intricately as he repeated the spell, tenderly wiping away the blood that coated Draco's face. You knelt close to his side, reaching out to stroke his limp hand, which was alarmingly cold to the touch. You and Enzo were both covered in a mixture of blood and water which soaked through your uniforms, sticking to you like a second skin.

No sooner than he'd arrived, Professor Snape had Draco leaning against your side and was talking softly to the boy, who was barely conscious.

"You must go to the Hospital Wing. There may be some scarring, but if you take dittany immediately we might avoid even that. Come...."

With Enzo's help, he supported Draco across the bathroom, turning at the door to say in a voice of cold fury, "And you, Potter – You will wait here for me."

Harry, at least, had the gall to look ashamed.

You're still kneeling on the floor, staring at your blood soaked hands when Mattheo appears in front of you, taking your hands in his, paying no mind to the blood soaking through his trousers.

"You did good, darling." he says softly, so only you can hear, neither pay attention to how Ginny inches closer to you two, away from Harry's wide eyes. "So good."

"If Snape didn't turn up–" you don't want to finish the sentence, don't even want to think about what could've happened.

"If he didn't end up coming, you and Enzo would have worked tirelessly to seal Draco's wounds to the best of your abilities." he reassures you, having read the emotions as clear as day on your face. "Come on, let's go and get you cleaned up, yeah?"

You allow him to pull you to your feet and you're only reminded of his presence when Harry scoffs.

"Got something to say, Potter?" he snarls as his hand rests against the small of your back, at Harry who glares at Mattheo obstinately.

"He cursed Katie Bell. We all know it. He deserved what he had coming for him. I can't believe she willingly helped him after everything he's done to us. After everything you have done."

He spoke as if you were not standing right in front of him. You barely recognise the boy who you called your best friend for nearly six years. Harry had barely finished his sentence when Mattheo had left your side and launched at him, throwing punches and blows in Harry's face. That's not to say that Harry did not return the favour. Both boys' blood mingled with the softening pink whorls in the water. You and Ginny were screaming at them to stop; they did not acknowledge your pleas. The last time they fought like this was over a year ago.

The conduit around your neck crackles with energy and you fight the urge to break it. Instead you wrap a fist around it almost instinctively and draw out power that surges through the room, separating the two from eachother with little to no effort. They're both panting and glaring at eachother as they fight against the restraint of your power.

"That's enough." you say firmly, voice loud and commanding in the silence, wholly different to its usual cadence. Ginny is staring at you in awe, as Mattheo stares with pride. Harry looks at you with uncontainable fury and fear.

Because you're glowing.

There's a faint indigo aura surrounding your body that pulses with energy as you hold the two boys away from eachother. When Mattheo stops fighting you, you let go of the hold and watch as they slump in their spots on opposite sides of the room, both sporting matching wounds of split lips and bruised eyes.

"What the fuck are you?" Harry mumbles to himself, just as Snape returns to the bathroom. The professor looks at you in barely restrained approval before instructing you, Mattheo and Ginny out of the room. You each go without hesitation, leaving Harry at the mercy of a furious Snape.

~∞~

Parting ways with Ginny at the intersection between your two common rooms, Mattheo lets you guide him towards the Ravenclaw tower, which was closer to the dungeons that were on the opposite side of the castle to where you currently were.

He follows you silently, staring at you as if he can still see the faint glow of the indigo aura that surrounded you. He didn't think you could get any more ethereal. You prove him wrong every single day.

"Do you think Draco will be okay?" you ask quietly as you reach the polished bronze Knocker that conceals the entrance to your estranged common room.

"He's strong. I know he'll be okay." Mattheo reassures you, but he chooses not to tell you that Draco's fate will be far worse if he fails to fix the wardrobe that they'd been working on for the better part of half a year. All their fates would be far worse.

You breath out a relieved sigh in response, just in time for the Eagle to blink preternaturally at the two of you. You laugh softly as Mattheo shivers at the utter human-ness of the brass eagle.

'I can break. I can be clogged. I can be attacked. I can be given. I can be kept. I can be crushed, yet I can be whole at the same time. What am I?'

It only takes you a moment to figure out the riddle and Mattheo sees the exact second that the answer fills your head, even as his stays blank with confusion.

"A heart." You say and he swears that the eagle winks as the door swings open, paving way for the sea of eyes that stare at the two of you in horror.

You realise then that your still covered, practically head to toe, in Draco's blood, skirt and knee high white socks soaked through from the water, stained a light pink. Shaking yourself out of your haze, you grip Mattheo's hand and drag him towards the staircase leading to the girls' dormitories, ignoring the eyes that are burning holes into your skin as you retreat.

You wandlessly unlock the door that leads into your dorm room and watch as Mattheo stares around in awe.

"I've never been in here before." he says quietly and you turn to him with furrowed brows.

"Yes you have. Haven't you?"

It dawns on you then, that in all the months you'd known him, you had never consciously invited him into your bedroom. It had always been his common room; his dormitory or the Room of Requirement. Never your's.

"No. I haven't." he responds, laughing at the surprise that appears on your face as he casts his surveying eyes around your room. "It's very you."

"Thankyou?" you respond questioningly which causes him to laugh more, then wince as the movement of his laughter tugs at the cut that splits his lip.

Eyes full of concern you direct him to your bed and push him down by his broad shoulders to sit, ignoring the way his brows wiggle suggestively while you find a first aid kit to remedy his injuries.

He's still smirking when you return from the bathroom, green box in hand, which you place by his side as he guides you to stand between his parted thighs. The two of you bask in the content silence as you use a damp flannel to wipe away the dried blood that has begun to crust over his soft skin, mumbled apologies escaping your lips whenever he hisses if you accidentally catch one of his cuts with the fabric.

"You could easily wish these away with a bit of magic, you know. It's a thousand times faster." he says, hands caressing the backs of yours thighs as he looks up at you, but he makes no move to stop you or push you away.

"That feels uncaring." you mumble in response as you use a bit of rubbing alcohol against the cut on his lip. "Sorry." you say as he winces.

"It's alright, love." he mumbles, leaning his head into your stomach once you finished. "Potter can really throw a punch."

Your laughter comes out as a scoff. "Maybe. But you should've seen the state you left him in."

He smirks against the damp fabric of your shirt and you swat at his curly head when you practically feel his ego inflating.

"I did give him a good beating, didn't I?"

"You're so vexingly arrogant." you say with a soft laugh that has him leaning out of your stomach to stare at you again, a mischievous glint reflecting in his honey brown eyes.

"It's one of the many attributes of mine that you fell for though, isn't it Princess." he says with so much self assurance that you just have to roll your eyes, but it's difficult to hide your smile.

"Shut up." you reply as his arms reach up to wrap around your middle, bringing you into his embrace, but he cringes away at the feel of your still wet clothes.

"Let's get you out of these yeah? You're practically shivering." he says as he untucks your shirt from your skirt, affection and...and love overtaking his soft eyes as he stares up at you, quietly stripping you of your ruined clothes that he throws into a pile at the foot of your bed.

~∞~

"Thank you, Théo." you say quietly, almost in a whisper, after you're both fresh and clean from a shower, all wounds healed over with a bit of his magic.

"What for?" he asks you, just as softly, hand reaching up to brush a loose wisp of hair that had fallen into your face.

You don't answer him, not verbally at least, instead pressing a slow kiss to his mouth that he happily reciprocates, leaning in until he's hovering over you, trapping your body below his.

For protecting me. For defending me. For giving Ginny stability, despite how you feel towards her. I saw the way she gravitated towards you. Just...thank you. Your words have his mouth working harder against your's, causing a moan to escape you as his tongue licks against the seam of your lips, which part eagerly for him.

Always, sweet girl. I will always defend you and those of your friends who are worthy of defending. He replies before detaching his lips from your's, with retraint.

"Weasley could have easily let Enzo find us himself, could've even encouraged Potter to continue their duel. But she didn't; she watched a boy almost die, watched her friend heal the same boy who terrorised you all for years. She could've easily gone to Harry's defence, but she didn't. She looked to us for direction. Not him. That says a lot." he said aloud with a sigh, strands of his curly hair falling over his forehead, causing his eyes to twitch in irritation.

You used the tips of your fingers to coil the stubborn curls away from his face as he speaks, a new sense of admiration, trust and calm washing over you as you stare at your lover.

"It may take time for me to trust her, Granger too," he continues. "But I see how much she looks up to you, trusts you and vice versa. I can learn to forgive them for their wrongdoings. For you, my love."

"Thank you, Théo." you repeat as you bury your face into his shirtless chest, breathing in his intoxicating scent.

He smiles as he presses a kiss to your temple, unaware that today's events would spiral into something unfathomable that Mattheo Riddle should've seen coming from miles away.

~∞~

did i mention how much i love soft!matty😫😫 (in every chapter since they got together 😵‍💫😵‍💫)

i had to end it with some fluff because i'm sure you can guess what's gonna happen in the next few chapters lol

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Hinny and Hot Chocolate: missing scene HBP

Harry wakes with a start. It takes him a moment to realize where he is as he recognizes the camp bed he’s been curled up on. He hears the rhythmic sound of Ron’s heavy breathing coming from the other side of the room and relaxes. It’s the burrow a few days before Christmas. He rubs his eyes before reaching for his glasses. It was another dream about the ministry, another vision of Sirius falling through the veil, another repeat of hearing Bellatrix cackle. 

He got out of bed and carefully walked downstairs hoping to get a glass of water without waking the house. When he takes the last step he quickly sees he is not alone. Ginny is sitting at the kitchen table, Arnold snoozing softly by her hands that are closed lightly around a steaming mug. 

She looks up and smiles lightly at him and she says “hi, would you like some hot chocolate? I made plenty.”

He nods and takes a seat while she gets up to make him the cup. She puts it in front of him and he says “thank you, what’s keeping you up?” 

She seemed like she’d come from bed. Her hair was tied back in a messy bun. She was in an oversized sweater with a large G on it. But it must have been George’s because it was huge on her. He still couldn’t believe how pretty she was and how long it took him to notice.

She sighs “my roommate, she may look like a Veela but she snores like a troll. I’m shocked the house isn’t shaking” 

He laughs quietly. “What’s your excuse?” She says before taking another sip. 

“Oh you know, can’t sleep. “

She’s quiet for a while and seems to be studying his face. “How frequent are they? The nightmares” 

“How did you know?” She always seemed to see through whatever mask he put up. 

She shrugged “I’m familiar with the experience. I was the same for a while, still am some days.”

He keeps looking at her. Not sure he understands when she continues. “That summer after my first year I had them every night. It took a while to figure out how to cope.” 

“What finally worked?”

“Running”

He wasn’t sure what answer he was expecting but it wasn’t that. 

He raised his eyebrows over the mug of hot chocolate while he took a sip.

“Well running and flying. I think that really helped. They both gave me a place where I could put away all of it for a while. It helped me focus. Escape a bit. “

They were quiet for a long moment. 

Harry looked at her, something he’d been doing a lot of for the past few months but he really looked at her. She’d grown up so much. He thought back to the little girl who had once put her elbow in a dish of butter at this same table. 

“ I’m sorry, I should’ve asked you how you were afterwards. Maybe I could’ve helped you.”

Ginny let out a startling laugh, nearly spitting out the hot chocolate. “ only you would think that after killing 100 foot snake and bringing me back from the brink of death you’d need to apologize for not doing more. Honestly how much of a hero do you need to be?”

He laughed too but still he wished he had done more but he didn’t press. 

“I’m OK Harry. And you will be too. And if you ever want to go for a run with me I’d welcome the company. “

He smiled at the kind offer trying not to imagine her in workout clothes with her long hair whipping behind her. 

They chatted for a while until their drinks were gone but before long the clock in the corner chimed and they both looked. 

2 am. 

“Well I’m gonna try again to get some sleep. Maybe she’s quieted down. Goodnight Harry. “

And she left him sitting in the kitchen leaving just the faintest scent of flowers. 

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I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

post azkaban sirius black x fem!reader

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO (see full series list here)

EPILOGUE

Summer, 2017

Sunlight streams in through the windows of your home, gently warming the skin of your arm as you wait for the kettle to boil. Sounds of laughter and chatting floats through the air from the garden through the open window. 

You catch your reflection in the window. The roots of your hair are grey and your forehead is wrinkled. It’s no secret that you’ve faced more than enough hardships in life, and it shows in the faint bags beneath your eyes and the wrinkles in your hands. 

But you’ve also had a lifetime of happy memories. It’s obvious from the smile lines around your mouth and the rosiness of your cheeks.

On the wall is a frame full of new photos. Tonks and Remus’s son, Teddy, when he was just a newborn baby. You find it hard to believe he’s nineteen this year. Another, of you and Minerva standing proudly beside Hermione on her graduation day from Hogwarts. She was the only one to go back to school after the war, while Harry and Ron went on to start their Auror training. You were so unbelievably proud of her that day. 

Photos of all your favourite grandkids that aren’t technically your grandkids: Albus, James, and Lily Potter, and Rose and Hugo Weasley. Albus and Rose are starting at Hogwarts together in September, while James is going into third year. Lily and Hugo are only nine. 

There’s a picture of you cuddling up to Dubh, too. You miss your little best friend more and more every day. She was with you from the day she was a tiny kitten to when she passed away. 

A burst of laughter from the garden brings you back to the task at hand, and you fill up mugs of tea before carefully carrying them outside. At the table, Sirius is mid-story, leaning forward conspiratorially as your aforementioned ‘grandkids’ listen intently. 

“ — and I remember it like it was yesterday. I said, ‘you can do better than that!’, and I barely even had time to think before Bellatrix had said the spell and this big bright flash of light was coming towards me. I thought I was going to die at that moment, I really did. But then I was miraculously saved by someone else — a certain woman had stunned me and threw me across the room, nearly broke all my bones, not sure which would’ve been worse —”

“Oh, stop,” you say with an eye roll, setting cups down in front of your guests. “You deserved a few broken bones for being that stupid.”

You sit down beside Sirius and he laughs, patting your knee with good humour. 

“Yeah, you’d be right about that,” he agrees, nodding. You raise your eyebrows and he grins. “Come on, don’t give me that look, I’m telling them all the best stories about you. It is your birthday, after all.”

You hum, shaking your head in amusement. “I won’t complain.”

“Did you break any bones, Sirius?” James asks curiously, and you snort. 

“No, he didn’t,” you answer with a laugh. “He landed in a pile of sand and was perfectly fine.”

Remus smiles. “Forever dramatic.”

Life has been good, you would say. After the war, you stepped down from teaching and spent some much needed time with Sirius at home, catching up on all the years you were apart. You miss being at Hogwarts and teaching, but you’ve found other ways to keep yourself busy. You campaigned to improve the conditions prisoners have to live in at Azkaban, because you don’t want anyone else to have to suffer as much as Sirius did in there, no matter what they’ve done. They don’t use Dementors there anymore either, and instead have actual prison guards working there. 

You and Sirius babysit the kids when their parents are busy, and of course you spend half the evening of most days looking through your telescope. At the beginning of every month you write an article for The Quibbler about what to expect in the night sky, which Xenophilius Lovegood publishes with delight. 

Minerva has gone on to be the headmistress of Hogwarts, and you’re glad to say you’re still the best of friends. You receive near-weekly letters about what’s been going on and all the kids she has had to reprimand or fights she has had to break up. 

Since Teddy has finished school, Remus has gone back to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts again. He returns home to his family at the weekend, often coming to yours for a visit. Tonks is still an Auror, and has even moved on to taking trainees under her wing just like Moody did for you. 

Hermione works at the Ministry now, and has even been hinted at as the next Minister of Magic in a few years’ time.  

Even Neville Longbottom went back to Hogwarts! He’s now the Herbology professor there. Alice and Frank are still in St. Mungo’s, but there’s recently been a surge in funded research for long-term victims of the Cruciatus Curse and you’re holding out hope that something will work for them. 

Ginny went on to become a professional Quidditch player for the Holyhead Harpies. You and Sirius went to every one of her matches before she retired and became the sports correspondent for the Daily Prophet. 

As Sirius continues his endless supply of stories about you, and the sun starts to set on the horizon, you feel blissfully at peace, surrounded by all the people you love most in the world. You wouldn’t change a thing. 

⁠✧⁠*⁠。✧⁠*⁠。

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The end! I just want to take a minute to give the biggest thank yous out to everyone who stopped to read this, and for all the incredible support and kindness I've received. When I posted this fic for the first time, I was genuinely shocked at the overwhelming kindness and all the lovely things people had to say about my work. Everyone has been so patient and understanding. I might sound like a broken record but every single nice comment absolutely made my day and couldn't make me happier. Ultimately, this was a story about love. Of course, the love the reader has for Sirius, but also what she has for everyone else in her life. I wanted to write a story that doesn't just solely focus on the main pairing, but also takes time to show the other strong relationships in her life and how good friendships and support systems can make even the hardest times better. It's taken me over a year to finish this story, which is crazy because it was only 32 chapters long...but I am really proud of it and am so happy I posted it. From the bottom of my heart, thank you thank you thank you! I love you all.

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Sorting Hat Chats - The Malfoys

Since the Malfoys have been a bit of a hot topic lately, I decided to give them their sorting post similar to what I did with the Weasleys...3 years ago??? Where does the time go??

Anyway, this is an explanation of the system I am using by @wisteria-lodge.

LUCIUS MALFOY is blatantly a Badger secondary. His methods are to make donations to people, goad Arthur Weasley into a fight so he can slip Ginny the diary, he uses blackmail against the other members of the Board of Governors, calling in favors, and when in the hall of prophecies with Harry and his gang his strategy is to talk him into giving the prophecy over. It's what makes him so effective in the first five books, but is also why once everyone knows the truth about him he is in a constant state of free fall.

As for his primary, I think it's fairly obvious that he's a Snake. He can look like a Badger, dehumanizing muggleborns and joining the Death Eaters, but that's a performance. When the chips are down, what Lucius really cares about himself, his wife, and his son. Snake Lucius is willing to get rid of every association to the Death Eaters he had, and in the Second Wizarding War is not enjoying himself at ALL. He's also clearly got that Snake hedonism to him.

NARCISSA MALFOY née BLACK is an equally blatant Snake primary, although she doesn't appear to even play the part of a Badger. Everything to her is her son and her husband (and her husband takes a backseat to her son usually). Narcissa doesn't even appear to like Bellatrix all that much anymore since Bella is a threat to her family. Down to the end her motivation is always to keep Draco safe, damn the consequences.

As for her secondary, since she's such a minor character you can probably make an argument for any of them. But I personally think she's a Snake secondary, making her a Double Snake. This is a woman who lies to Voldemort's face and doesn't get caught. Who is willing to go behind his back and make back-alley deals with someone like Snape.

I've sorted DRACO MALFOY once before with @awinterrain which you can read right here, but I would like to reiterate it and expand on it.

Draco may be the epitome of Slytherin in the books, and he may hate Hufflepuffs and think of them as "duffers," but this boy is Double Badger down to his bones. This is a boy who cares deeply about communities. He defines himself by them, first as a Malfoy, then as a Slytherin, then as a Seeker on the quidditch team, then as part of the Inquisitorial Squad, then as a death eater (which he doesn't care for). I think at the beginning of the series he's a good case for an Immature Badger primary, where he just IS the group he's into and nothing outside of this.

His Badger primary can look very insular and Snake-like, partially because pureblood culture alienates everyone outside of it, and partially because his family is so Snakey that it colors the look of his Badger primary. Idk if I would even call it a performance or a model, it's more like a flavor.

But he does start to look like a Snake primary in his Sixth Year, where he's single-mindedly focused on saving his family. That's because in Sixth Year he burns after joining the Death Eaters. And it's honestly really sad, but it's because Draco has realized his communities are toxic and not good for him. The Death Eaters aren't good, they're the reason his father is in prison and his mother is in danger. This is the year where he really stops engaging with his peers and is sort of just coasting on his former reputation.

But that Badger shine is still there, and it's in the fact that Draco Malfoy has to kill Dumbledore and cannot do it. A true Snake Draco Malfoy would probably have gone through with it, even if it he felt bad about it. Badger Draco, who spent books 1-5 shit talking Dumbledore at any opportunity, cannot do it. I think it's because 1. He isn't ready for casual murder, and 2. I think Dumbledore for Draco represents one more community that he identifies with-Hogwarts. And clearly he does care about Hogwarts (I don't think the Room of Requirement would reveal itself to him if he did).

As for his secondary, Draco is his father in miniature. Draco is a tattle tail, he has bodyguards that follow him around, he usually goads Harry into confrontations so Harry gets into trouble and Draco can have plausible deniability. What's most interesting to me though is Draco's proclivity for elaborate smear campaigns. The "Potter Stinks" badges are HIS work as is the "Weasley is Our King" song, which is very...mean badgery. Like this is his community building with Slytherin (arguably all of Hogwarts with the badges), and using his powers to bully Harry. It's funny, despite everything. He does perform Snake though, to make everything look quicker or look like his mother.

Even his methods when he has to kill Dumbledore are Badger powered. Working on the Vanishing Cabinet all year, poisoning Professor Slughorn's mead he intended to give Dumbledore, and charming Rosmerta to imperious Katie Bell. But, he still has that influence from his mom where he can lie to someone's face (though not as convincingly).

I think Draco looks at his father's Badger performance, and thus thinks they house match. And it explains why he is so wary of his father after the Death Eater reveal, since Draco has realized he does not enjoy that sort of Badger primary.

As a bonus I decided to sort BELLATRIX LESTRANGE née BLACK as well. Since for some reason the movies always advertised her as part of the Malfoys. No doubt about it she is a Lion secondary. I don't think Bellatrix has every learned the meaning of the word subtle. She never lies in the series, just blasts the truth out whenever, and is always an attack first think never character.

As for her primary, can she be anything other than exploded snake primary? Her everything is Voldemort. She doesn't really care for anyone outside of him, with the exception of Narcissa, who stopped liking Bellatrix when she became a danger to her son. I think at one point she had a Badger performance or model that allowed her to willingly marry someone like Rodolphus who she doesn't appear to like, but by the time she's going to Azkaban she doesn't care. It's honestly such a Black Family sorting. Sirius was a Snake Lion as well, and the culture of the "Noble and Most Ancient House of Black" seems to just be Snake coded in general.

So...

Lucius Malfoy - Snake primary, Badger performance/Badger secondary

Narcissa Malfoy nee Black - Snake primary/Snake secondary

Draco Malfoy - Badger primary, Immature at the start, burns in his Sixth Year, has a Snake performance or flavor/Badger secondary, Snake performance

Bonus:

Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black - Exploded Snake primary, Badger performance/model long discarded/Lion secondary

Sirius Black - Snake primary/Lion secondary

[sumsumstrashbin]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚 ~ 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟏.𝟕𝐤

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐮𝐩, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 (𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫), 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐟. 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬. ��𝐨𝐧 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐮!

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

You and the Marauders had been friends since your sixth year at Hogwarts. Your friendship with them began in the library one day while you were studying for a test. They had decided that you would be the victim of their prank for the day, sneaking up on you and causing your books to levitate and fly right out of the library. 

Instead of letting them feel the pride of another successful trick, you decided to get them back. After spending the night brewing a very special potion, you carefully constructed a prank on them the next day. You promised Nearly Headless Nick that you would find him some rotten roast beef in exchange for his help. At breakfast, the ghost stole an item off of each of the Marauders, causing them to chase after him. As they ran out, you slipped a bit of potion into their drinks before returning to your seat casually. 

The four boys entered the Great Hall again, out of breath from their chase through the halls. They all collapsed into their seats, downing their drinks without a second thought. 

It only took a few moments for the potion to kick in, much to your delight. They were all chatting normally, when their voices started to transform. Within a matter of seconds, their voices were high-pitched and squeaky. Thanks to you, they spent the rest of the day with highly irritating voices that no one could bear to listen to.

They were completely shocked that anyone managed to prank them back, and they highly respected you for that. Although you found them annoying at first, they quickly became some of your closest friends.

Soon after becoming friends with them, you and James began facing constant pestering from the other three: they constantly spoke of how the two of you totally liked each other, and that you’d be a great couple. Of course, both of you denied it and continued to stay friends. 

After graduation, you made sure to stay in touch with them. You would often see them multiple times a week, visiting them in their shared home or hosting them at your own. You and James had managed to deny your feelings for each other throughout seventh year and up until now. Well, until last week when he finally mustered up the courage to ask you on a date. You were shocked, but you had been hoping that he felt the same way since you had met, so you happily accepted his offer. He was equally surprised to hear you agree, but made sure to give you no time to second guess your decision. He gave you a date, time, and location, and left immediately. 

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

It was the day before your date with James, and you were spending the evening babysitting your godson, Draco. You and Narcissa met at Hogwarts, as she was a prefect when you started. Although she was much older than you, she quickly became an older sister figure, and the two of you remained close. When Draco was born, she granted you the role of being his godmother, as she trusted your good nature and believed that you’d be a better option than Bellatrix. 

Draco was only a few months old, so he didn’t require much entertainment. He had been asleep for most of the time, but you kept the bassinet right by the couch so that you could keep an eye on him. While he slept, you were spending your time reading a book.

The peaceful silence of your home was broken by a knock on your door. You stood up, placing the book down on the couch and checking on Draco to make sure that he was still asleep before heading to the door. 

You opened the door to be met with a very sad and very wet James Potter, holding a soggy bouquet of flowers while his hair dripped water onto your doormat. His glasses were also covered in droplets, so he took them off to wipe them down before putting them back on his face.

“James? What are you doing here?” You questioned, taking in his soaking wet appearance.

“What do you mean, what am I doing here? You stood me up! I waited an hour for you!” He exclaimed, folding his arms. The wet bouquet of red roses slapped against his chest, causing water to flick right onto your face.

You wiped your cheek, looking at him with a perplexed look. “Shh, lower your voice. And what are you talking about? It’s the 16th. Our date is tomorrow.”

He stood there, completely dumbfounded. “What? I thought- are you sure?”

“I’m sure. You said the 17th.”

“Oh…I am so stupid. I put the wrong date in my calendar. Uh…” He looked down at the flowers, sighing before offering them to you. “I got you these.”

You smiled, taking the dripping wet bouquet from him. “Thank you, James. You’re a sweetheart. And an idiot.”

“I know, I know. But it adds to the charm though, doesn’t it?” He grinned cockily. “Since I’m here already, can I come in? We could always just move our date to today. And to your house instead of a restaurant.”

“We can, but I don’t think you’ll want to.”

“Nonsense.” He said, stepping past you and into your house. He kicked his shoes off, pulling out his wand and using a charm on himself to dry his clothes and hair. “Why wouldn’t I want to stay- oh.” His gaze landed on the self-rocking bassinet in your living room. “Who the hell is that?”

You stifled a laugh at his question. “That’s my godson, Draco. I’m babysitting.”

“Draco as in Draco Malfoy?” He asked, lowering his voice as he walked over to the bassinet. 

“Mhm. Remember how I told you guys that Narcissa asked me to be his godmother?” You unwrapped the rose bouquet, starting to cut the stems to fit into a vase.

“Right. He has his father’s blindingly blonde hair.” He snickered to himself, settling on the couch.

As soon as he sat down, Draco woke up and immediately started to cry. You cursed, putting the scissors down to go and dry your wet hands. As you prepared to go soothe him, James picked him up. “I got him.”

“Are you sure? I can come get him.” You said, wiping your hands on the hand towel.

“Yeah, of course. Don’t worry about him.” He said, beginning to rock Draco in his arms. “Am I doing this right, though?” 

You smiled at the sight of your crazy “friend” attempting to calm a screaming baby. “Yes, that should be fine.”

Draco began to settle down, and James sighed in relief. You were so busy watching them that you had stopped paying attention to what you were doing, which resulted in you cutting your finger. You yelped in pain, looking down at your bleeding finger. “Oops.”

“What’d you do?” He asked, walking over with Draco in his arms. 

“My hand just slipped. It’s nothing.’ You said, going to the sink and running the water over it. 

He shifted his position so that he could hold Draco in one arm, taking his wand out with his free hand. “Let me see.”

You shut the water off, showing him your finger. He aimed his wand at it, using a bandaging spell to wrap it up for you.

All of the time you spent waiting for him to ask you out, combined with his kind gesture of the  flowers, soothing Draco, and tending to your finger was enough to make you want to grab his face and kiss him right then and there. 

“Why did it take you so long to ask me on a date?” You questioned, looking up at him.

“Well, I didn’t know that you wanted me to. Trust me, I wanted to, and Sirius never shut his mouth about it. I just didn’t want to ruin our friendship. If I knew you were waiting for me, I would have asked the day after you pulled that prank on us.”

“Really?” Your heart fluttered at his words.

“Of course. Have my feelings for you not been obvious this entire time?” He queried, subconsciously rubbing Draco’s back to put him back to sleep.

“I guess they have been to everyone else, but not to me. I didn’t want to risk ruining our friendship either.” You admitted.

“Well, it’s certainly ruined now, and I couldn’t be happier about it. I’ve waited a long time for this, Y/n. And I know this isn’t an ideal first date, but it doesn’t matter to me. I’m just happy to be with you.”

“Me too.” You smiled, taking Draco from him gently. “I’ll put him back down and then we can spend some time together. Will you move the bassinet into my bedroom for me?”

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

James had helped you move Draco into your bedroom before the two of you settled onto the couch together. The warmth of the fireplace was keeping the chilly weather out, and the dim glow was illuminating the room in a soft light. 

“Now that he’s asleep again, we should take advantage of our moment of freedom before he interrupts again.” James spoke, breaking the comfortable silence. “...I didn’t mean that in a suggestive way, I just meant that we can enjoy our first date in peace.” He clarified, chuckling nervously.

Before you could respond, he spoke again. “Alright, maybe I did mean it in a suggestive way.” Without hesitation, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours. Despite being so eager, he kissed you with such tenderness that you could feel heat rising in your cheeks. After a few moments, he pulled away to look into your eyes.

“I waited way too long to do that.” He stated, glancing between your eyes and your lips.

“Yeah, it’s about damn time.” You said, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into another kiss. 

The two of you spent the rest of the night sharing kisses and hushed conversations over the crackling sound of the fireplace. You ended up under a warm blanket, cuddling on the couch and basking in each other’s company. 

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

[kittenshift-17]

Darkness & Silence Chapter 32 Sneak Peek

“How do you wish to interact when we’re at Hogwarts?” she asked him seriously, since they hadn’t had the free time to discuss such things all holiday despite how much time she’d spent at the Hall, and even in his direct company.

They spent rather more time shagging than chatting when they managed to get any time alone - not that Hermione was complaining, even if she was deliciously sore in all the right places from having an abundance of satisfying sex with her new husband. The rest of the time, there were too many invasive ears around to listen to such a discussion. Hermione would really rather not discuss the logistics of balancing her education with the secrecy of their marriage when she had the likes of Bellatrix Lestrange sneering every other hour.

“You will be returning to your dormitory at Hogwarts, as you would’ve done were it not for our recent… entanglements,” he informed her coolly.

“I gathered as much,” Hermione agreed, not voicing the fact that she was rather looking forward to the privacy that would afford her. “I meant, do you wish to carry on as we have always done when interacting with you? Am I allowed to acknowledge you in public, or shall I strictly ignore you outside of classes?”

Snape set down his coffee mug and steepled his fingers thoughtfully.

“For the time being, I think it would be best if we carried on as though we share no additional connection than what we shared before the holidays,” he replied evenly. “It would not do to arouse the suspicion of the students or uninformed members of faculty of our changed relationship status.”

Hermione’s heart sank a little at the very thought.

“Does that mean you’ll go back to ignoring me and actively avoiding me like you were before the holidays?” she frowned.

Snape curled his lip, clearly annoyed at the reminder that he’d been trying to distance himself from her before Dolohov had snatched her off the platform and before the Dark Lord had irrevocably tied the two of them together.

“I will not actively avoid you,” he sighed. “But I will treat you like I would any other student unless we’re alone.”

Hermione bit her lip.

“Will that be often?” she checked, her heart fluttering like a caged bird. “That we’re alone?”

She didn’t think the magic of their marriage bonds would well like separation between them when they’d spent every night together since their wedding. She didn’t imagine it would be very comfortable to be parted from him for long stints, and Hermione had no idea how they would navigate the need for close proximity, and preferably frequent physical interaction, when they needed to keep up the appearance of being nothing more than student and teacher, rather than husband and wife.

“It would not do to draw unnecessary attention to ourselves and our situation, Miss Granger,” he reminded her a bit more gently than he might otherwise have done had he not sensed her mounting distress at the thought of being parted from him now that she’d had so much exposure to him.

“It’s Lady Snape,” she reminded him in turn, her voice soft and a bit reproachful because she’d been correcting him all holiday on the subject but he continued to insist on using her former title to address her – likely to keep from misspeaking when they were in public and returned to Hogwarts even if it did irk Hermione to no end.

“It is,” he allowed with a small incline of his head and a faint smile twitching at the corner of his mouth over her ongoing reminder of their newly wedded status.

“Will the marriage bonds allow us to be separated for long periods?” she asked, not having studied them enough to know what to expect. She ought to fix that, and she made a mental note that she needed to find more books on magical marriages and the associated connections and enchantments that the lordship ritual had imposed upon them.

“Not without some discomfort,” he shook his head.

“So, then, I may…  call upon you in your quarters?” she asked, her heart in her throat.

Snape searched her face some more, looking like he didn’t think it was a very good idea at all, and Hermione chewed her lower lip, eyes fixed worriedly upon her husband.

“You may,” he allowed eventually. One corner of his mouth quirked up a little when, unbidden, she wilted on a heavy sigh of relief. “You already know the way, and how to disable my wards that ought to prevent entry of anyone but myself except in the case of emergencies.”

Hermione nodded furtively.

“So I can visit?” she double-checked. “We can… It’s not like we haven’t already fucked in your bed at the school before….”

He smirked at the reminder.

“You may visit,” he nodded. “But you will not abuse the privilege, Granger. If I find you lurking in my quarters at every opportunity, don’t think I won’t assign you detention.”

Hermione smirked in return.

“Oh, yeah?” she challenged. “The kinds of detentions you were assigning me that got us into this mess in the first place?”

He scoffed, but he didn’t deny that he might use detention as a means of luring her back into his bed. Hermione gave him a small smile in return, hoping that whatever strange headway she’d made with him these holidays by merit of spending many a waking hour each day impaled on his cock in one fashion or another, wouldn’t be unraveled by their forced return to the social constructs of Hogwarts and all it entailed.

“You will have to practice being more respectful and deferential to me if we’re to get away with this,” he murmured even as he pushed his chair back and got to his feet.

Hermione followed him up, spying Tupsy peeking around the corner from the next room, ready to clean up after the two of them.

“Of course, Professor,” she drawled as she rounded the table to meet him at the end of it.

“Come, wife,” he said when he reached her, surprising her when both of his hands lifted to cup her jaw and tip her head up for the kiss he leaned down to press lightly to her lips. “Let’s make sure we’re packed and ready and then be on our way. You have no last-minute additions from the library to add to your trunk?”

Hermione hummed against his lips, her hands resting on his broad chest as memories of their early morning tryst flittered through her mind, recalling how he’d woken her with his tongue between her legs again this morning, just like he’d done on Christmas. It might be Hermione’s new favorite way to wake up every morning, and she wondered if there would ever be a day when she could do so every day, years from now, long after she graduated, and hopefully after the war against Voldemort was done, when she might enjoy his particular skills without the ever-present and looming sense of dread that hung over them now.

“Oh!” she squeaked, her eyes widening as she recalled the thought about books. “Yes! There are! I have to…”

She broke off, gesturing before she pulled reluctantly from his hold and hurried from the room, recalling the extra books she needed to add to her trunk for a bit of light reading.

“I’m departing for Hogwarts at the top of the hour,” he said in her wake. “Make sure you’re ready, or you will have to find your way there without my assistance.”

“Yes, Professor,” she smirked over her shoulder as she hurried up the stairs with him in her wake.

“Insufferable little know-it-all,” she heard him mutter unkindly, if a bit fondly before she was out of earshot as she continued on the now well-trodden path to the Selwyn Hall library.

Read the full story here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13863633?view_full_work=true

[my-fathers-worst-creation]

Intro Post

What's up bitches!

Italian Hoe.

Gay as shit, but also down to hit with girls.

Sixteen, so I'm illegal, which matches all the illegal shit I do.

My life goal is to disappoint my dad.

No, I don't know where to get drugs from, why are you asking me for them? If you want some, dungeons bathroom in the east wing on Monday and Thursday nights.

Bastards I know:

Godess' au. Message @not-a-gay-fangodess to join! Evan Rosier @evan-a-rosier: My amazing boyfriend!! I swear, I'm a slut for this idiot. Love that bastard. His freak matches my freak, and it's great. <3 Regulus Black @regulus-arcturus-black1979: My best friend; fucking asshole. Drives me insane, but I love him. Would (and possible have) kill for him. Dorcas Meadowes @dorcaaas: Fucking cunt (positive). Love her ass. She's a queen. Incredibly strong and talented. Pandora Rosier @darlingyoushinelikethemoon: Crazy sweetheart! She's amazing; very talented and creative. She has this breed of chaos that is no unique and cool; love her. Sybil Trewalany @seer-sybi-trelawney: Nice Ravenclaw girl. She and Panda talk about prophecies a lot. It's freaky to listen to; love it. Bellatrix Black @bellatrix-carina-black: Reg's cousin. She's honestly so sick. Like, she checks all the boxes; bat shit crazy, fine as hell, strong as shit, intelligent as fuck. What a woman. She's inspiring as hell. Narcissa Black @narcissa-cissy-black: Reg's cousin. One of the prettiest girls at school; all the lads and ladies love her, lmao. She's very smart, and a sweetheart. Would love to know her more. James Potter @prongsyp0tter: Little Gryffindor idiot. He gets into detention more than me; that's hard. He's friends with Regulus' older brother. Sirius Black @sirius-o-black: Regulus' idiot brother. Fucking cunt (deragatory). He's an ungrateful shit, that's what he is; to be born into that amazing family, and throw it all away? Dumbass. Remus Lupin @im-a-monster-rawr-rawr-rawr: Idk, pretty chill guy I guess? Other than the fact he hands out with idiot 1 and 2. Severus has, like, 20 conspiracy theories about him though; it's kinda funny, Marlene McKinnon @marleneee-mckinnon: That loud Gryffindor chick. Don't talk to her much, don't want to. One time we did chat nicely, is when she was buying some weed from me. Business tends to brings the worst enemies together. Mary MacDonald @macdonalds-employee: I don't know; some Mudblood bitch. Friends with Severus' situationship.

Soulmate au Message @alizardsusername to join: (will fill this all in later) Regulus Black @regtv: Best friend; he's a little shit, but I love him. Good with curses. James Potter @prongs-from-cabin7: Sirius Black @siriusly-fantastic Remus Lupin @iwillmoonyou: Pandora @pandoras-box-of-crystals: Severus Snape @thepotionprince: Lily Evans @hi-i-am-lily

[regulusmoonbeam]

tumblr i have a job for you.

i made a list of marauders eras characters, im so far at 44

i need you all to check it over and tell me if its ALL of them

ALL MINOR AND SIDE CHARACTERS

ok heres the list

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Peter Pettigrew

Lily Evans

Mary MacDonald

Marlene McKinnon

Dorcas Meadowes

Pandora Rosier

Alice Fortescue

Frank Longbottom

Evan Rosier

Barty Crouch Jr

Regulus Black

Bellatrix Black

Andromeda Black

Narcissa Black

Severus Snape

Molly Prewett

Arthur Weasley

Fabian Prewett

Gideon Prewett

Xenophillius Lovegood

Rita Skeeter

Lucius Malfoy

Rodolphus Lestrange

Rabastan Lestrange

Ted Tonks

Amos Diggory

Hestia Jones

Kingsley Shacklebolt

Emmeline Vance

Gilderoy Lockhart

Edmund Avery

Bruce Mulciber

Sybill Trelawney

Alecto Carrow

Amycus Carrow

Antonin Dolohov

Dolores Umbridge

Petunia Evans

Aurora Sinistra

Charity Burbage

Amelia Bones

LOCK IN CHAT

[sneppu]

THIS IS EXTREMELY SELF INDULGENT BUT HEAR ME OUT

I think Bellatrix x Severus has potential to be very fun, in an AU Setting, because to be honest? the reactions to it would be so fucking funny, no matter what kind of AU it is. For example, in an AU where Voldemort is just a politician and Severus + Bellatrix are both in similar years, and therefore able to be students together:

The sheer amount of gremlin energy they would bring to the table. The absolute MENACES they would be. The thing with Bellatrix and Severus is that they are BOTH capable of such extreme levels of devotion, that if that devotion were aimed at someone who not only reciprocated but MATCHED it? there is nothing they could not achieve.

BUT FURTHERMORE:

Young Severus? That's a troubled little gremlin freak right there. The thing is... lily just can't match his freak at that point. maybe she did once, when they were younger, but as time went on, its pretty clear her priorities were just different. but BELLATRIX? she ABSOLUTELY matches his freak, encourages it, makes it grow, even. I think Snape would appreciate that, having someone who was just into it all. and speaking of Lily..

secretly a gremlin lily is cool and all; I'm a fan of it myself. but its like??? ok but why be secret about it. why bother with that shit at all. simply be a gremlin and be proud of this goddamn Sneep! have a little integrity. "oh but i have to make excuses to my friends for you" bro. your friends are wack! check out this unpleasant toenail growing hex he just invented. sick as hell.

CONSIDER:

Lily? buzzkill. can't even admit how impressive as hell this hex is. Bellatrix? in the goddamn trenches alongside with you, ride or die, is actively helping u test out this sick as hell hex. and shes proud of you the entire time! "a toenail growing hex? fucking superb, let's use it on unsuspecting passerbys who happen to be called james potter. oh wow would u look at that, it worked perfectly, sick. could we modify it so that the toenails gain sentience and are able to scream though" idk like, obviously, this is all EXTREMELY AU and very OOC, i know this. but like. im JUST saying, that Bellatrix wouldnt have just sat there and chatted politely with potter as The Sneep was choking on soap. is all.

i just think Severus deserves someone who is capable of and willing to be openly and unabashedly obsessed with him in an equally morally grey way as he

also! they would be. just the WORST couple to criticize. you've heard of iconic couples and power couples now get ready for the actual domestic terror couple. imagine Lily and James thinking they're gonna be sooo iconic only to get absolutely obliterated and upstaged by these shameless fucking maniacs every single time. because they WOULD be shameless, it's basically Bellatrix's whole brand.

anyway, are they good for the wizarding world or particularly healthy? of course not, but we're here for a good time, not a long time. I want my Sneep free and enabled, i want him to live his BEST gremlin life, and I want everyone else to seethe about it.

[bat-tine]

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Ao3: Battine , Hate = Blocked

Hello! Thank you for visiting my page/blog? This blog is don’t like = block, ship and let ship, along with anti-censorship. Please be responsible and block me if you’re against these ideologies, I am not your mother and I am not responsible for your internet experience.

Who is welcome here?

Any and all are welcome on this blog as long as you are respectful! If you like one of the things I ship, but not another, then please block that ship tag! If you don’t agree with my ships at all, you are still welcome as long as you don’t hate. Ships will be mentioned below.

What is this blog/account for?

I am here to share any fanart I make along with answer asks about my fanfic/post about any fanfic I make! On this date (1/12/25) I have yet to post anything but if you are interested, then stick around and wait. I have some WIPS that I am preparing to upload soon. All in all, this is a fandom space and you’re welcome to engage with me about it!

About me.

I have multiple hobbies, some prominent ones are reading, writing, traditional art, editing, and sewing. Some things I really like are history, bees, and gaming. Most of the ships I have are mlm and I’m solely interested in longfics! I am not a fan of smut, and so I doubt I will write much of it unless necessary.

Things I Ship and the fandom they’re from:

MLM Ships

- Tomarry (Tom Riddle| Voldemort x Harry Potter) Fandom: Harry Potter

- 457 (Player 001| Hwang In-ho x 456| Seong Gi-hun) Fandom: Squid Games

- Lawlight (Light Yagami x L Lawliet) Fandom: Death Note

- Sonadow (Sonic x Shadow) Fandom: Sonic

- Hankcon (Hank Anderson x Connor|RK800) Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

- Obikin (Anakin Skywalker x Obi-Wan Kenobi) Fandom: Star Wars

- Sebaciel (Sebastian Michaelis x Ciel Phantomhive) Fandom: Black Butler

- Patchie (Patrick Hockstetter x Richie Tozier) Fandom: IT

- Batjokes (Batman| Bruce Wayne x Joker) Fandom: Batman

- Soapghost (Soap|John MacTavish x Ghost|Simon Riley) Fandom: Call of Duty

- GoYuu (Satoru Gojo x Yuuji Itadori) Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

- ChoIta (Choso x Yuuji Itadori) Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

- Hannigram (Hannibal Lector x Will Graham) Fandom: Hannibal

- Rickyl (Rick Grimes x Daryl Dixon) Fandom: The Walking Dead

- Ereri (Eren Jaeger x Levi Ackerman) Fandom: Attack on Titan

- Kyman (Kyle Broflovski x Eric Cartman) Fandom: South Park

- Sasunaru (Sasuke Uchiha x Naruto Uzumaki) Fandom: Naruto

- Creek (Tweek x Craig) Fandom: South Park

- Zukaang (Zuko x Aang) Fandom: Avatar The Last Airbender

WLW

- Wenclair (Enid Sinclair x Wednesday Addams) Fandom: Wednesday

- Blazamy (Blaze x Amy Rose) Fandom: Sonic

- Serune (Serena Waterford x June Osborn) Fandom: Handmaid’s Tale

- Bellamione (Hermione Granger x Bellatrix Lestrange) Fandom: Harry Potter

- Linny (Luna Lovegood x Ginny Weasley) Fandom: Harry Potter

- Rhaenicent (Rhaenrya Targaryen x Alicent Hightower) Fandom: House of the Dragon

- Jibyeok (Kang Sae-Byeok| 067 x Ji-yeong|240) Fandom: Squid Games

- Needifer (Jennifer x Needy) Fandom: Jennifer’s Body

- Bendy (Bebe Stevens x Wendy Testaburger) Fandom: South Park

- Sakuhina (Hinata x Sakura) Fandom: Naruto

- Mikannie (Mikasa Ackerman x Annie Leonhart) Fandom: Attack on Titan

MLW

Marichat/Adrienette (Ladybug| Marinette Dupen-Cheng x Adrien Agreste|Chat Noir) Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Katanga (Katara x Aang) Fandom: Avatar The Last Airbender

Budo x Ayano Fandom: Yandere Simulator

Taro x Ayano Fandom: Yandere Simulator

Later I will edit this post and link some ff recs! :)) Love you all and good day <3

[mybutcheredtongue]

I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

post azkaban sirius black x fem!reader

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE (see full series list here)

1996

MASS BREAKOUT FROM AZKABAN 

MINISTRY FEARS BLACK IS ‘RALLYING POINT’ FOR OLD DEATH EATERS

The Ministry of Magic announced late last night that there has been a mass breakout from Azkaban. 

Speaking to reporters in his private office, Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic, confirmed that ten high-security prisoners escaped in the early hours of yesterday evening and that he has already informed the Muggle Prime Minister of the dangerous nature of these individuals. 

‘We find ourselves, most unfortunately, in the same position we were two and a half years ago when the murderer Sirius Black escaped,’ said Fudge last night. ‘Nor do we think the two breakouts are unrelated. An escape of this magnitude suggests outside help, and we must remember that Black, as the first person ever to break out of Azkaban, would be ideally placed to help others follow in his footsteps. We think these individuals, including Black’s cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange, likely have rallied around Black as their leader. We are, however, doing all we can to round up the criminals, and we beg the magical community to remain alert and cautious. On no account should any of these individuals be approached.

Your fist curls around the edges of the paper, and you slam it down on the table in front of you. Minerva raises her eyebrows, unaware of what was on the paper.

“They’re blaming the breakout on Sirius,” you say angrily, sliding the front page across to her so she can read. “They’d find a broken pipe at the Ministry and fucking blame it on him.”

Her eyes skim through the article, tutting as she reaches the end. “I have grown weary of expecting any cohesive thoughts from that man. The power has blinded him.”

“How did he get elected in the first place?” you wonder aloud, aggressively cutting into your toast. “I think I’d remember being stupid enough to vote for him.”

“That’s because we didn’t vote for him,” Minerva responds bitterly. “The Ministry saved us that burden.”

You scoff. “All this and yet some people still believe every little thing the Ministry tells us.”

Your life at Hogwarts has become increasingly harder to enjoy with Umbridge around. She seems hell-bent on firing someone within in the next while, but she can’t seem to decide between you, Hagrid, or Trelawney. 

She’s taken to sitting in and inspecting nearly every class you have, which first of all, where does she find the time? And it also means you have to devote every second to teaching Astronomy, and you don’t get to give the students a chance to relax after their Christmas break or chat to them about the holidays. Every time the thought crosses your mind, you remember the spiteful woman sitting prim and proper in the back of the room ready to pounce the moment you step out of line. 

It leads you to spending a lot of time remembering the good times, thinking of things to help you through this tough time. 

You remember your sixteenth birthday in the summer. Alice, Lily, and the boys came to your house for the day and you and Lily decided to teach everyone how to ride a bicycle, the two of you being the only ones who knew how. James and Remus were useless, their long legs doing them no absolutely no favours. Alice was too scared to take her foot off the ground, remaining stationary the whole time and repeatedly declaring she was ‘about to go’, but never moving. Sirius was surprisingly good at keeping his balance. You suspect it was his formal upbringing and his perfect posture. Peter was able to get going, but was extremely wobbly and got in your way, sending you crashing into a low wall and flying over it. Your limbs ached but you couldn’t stop the raucous laughter erupting from you, distracting you from the bruises you gained. 

Umbridge’s latest addition to the hallways, classrooms, and house noticeboards, is this: 

BY ORDER OF THE HIGH INQUISITOR OF HOGWARTS: 

Any student found in possession of the magazine ‘The Quibbler’ will be expelled.

The above is in accordance with Educational Decree Number Twenty-Seven. 

Signed: Dolores Jane Umbridge, High Inquisitor 

Harry gives an interview for The Quibbler two days before the signs go up. An exclusive telling of exactly what happened on the night Voldemort came back, the night of Cedric Diggory’s death. He spares no details…and you must say you feel proud of him when you read it. Finally, someone allows him to share his side of the story, the truthful side, revealing that everything the Daily Prophet has been spewing is utter bullshit. 

Though you are outraged when you first read Umbridge’s newest order, you soon realise that she couldn’t have done anything better for Harry. If being a teacher has taught you anything — hell, if being a student taught you anything — it’s that the moment you ban something at Hogwarts, it only makes the idea more appealing to students. One evening after class, as you’re cleaning up the classroom you notice someone has left that edition of The Quibbler on their seat behind them, and you can’t help the grin on your face when you spot it. 

And then, Umbridge does exactly what you expect her to do during this crazy power trip she’s been on. 

It’s dinnertime, and you’ve just finished your meal. With a sigh, you push your chair back from the table and stand up as Minerva does the same. Together, you make your way down past the tables at a leisurely pace, chatting amicably. 

“Oh, you know, I always wanted to go there. And I had all those summers completely free to myself and I never went…well, I suppose, I’d have to bring Dubh with me. I’d be awfully lonely without her —”

A loud, high-pitched wail coming from the Entrance Hall makes you stop, and you raise an eyebrow at Minerva, looking out the open doors into the Entrance Hall. There’s no one there, so you shrugging and continue on. Some of the first-years are probably messing down the hall. 

“But then I’d love to go to Vienna, I’ve heard it’s absolutely beautiful —”

Another string of wails from the Entrance Hall interrupts you, and this time several of the students have heard it too, multiple heads turning in the direction of the hall. You watch as Umbridge walks into view, a very dishevelled-looking Professor Trelawney stumbling after her, carrying a bottle of sherry in one hand and her wand in the other. Two large trunks follow along in the air behind her.

Some students stand up to get a better view of the commotion and you and Minerva push your way through the crowds to the Entrance Hall, where Trelawney has discarded her trunks on the floor beside her. She looks terrible. Her hair is sticking up on end and her glasses are completely askew, her cheeks rosy and her eyes puffy. She points a trembling finger at Umbridge. 

“No!” she shrieks. “NO! This cannot be happening…it cannot…I refuse to accept it!”

“You didn’t realise this was coming?” Umbridge says in her high voice, sounding callously amused. “Incapable though you are of predicting even tomorrow’s weather, you must surely have realised that your pitiful performance during my inspections, and lack of any improvement, would make it inevitable that you would be sacked?” 

Jeez. She really is firing Trelawney. Sure, most of the time she has no clue what she’s talking about and you consider Divination to be somewhat of an unnecessary school subject, but that doesn’t mean she should be fired. You glance over at the crowd of spectators that has quickly formed and see Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil tearfully watching on. Umbridge should feel horrible for making those girls say goodbye to their favourite teacher.

“You c-can’t!” Trelawney howls, tears streaming down her face. “You c-can’t sack me! I’ve b-been here sixteen years! H-Hogwarts is m-my h-home!”

“It was your home,” Umbridge says coldly. You don’t miss the way her lips tug upwards slightly, clearly enjoying the sight of Professor Trelawney sinking to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. “until an hour ago, when the Minister for Magic countersigned your Order of Dismissal. Now kindly remove yourself from this Hall. You are embarrassing us.”

Trelawney shudders and wails, rocking back and forth on her knees, her breathing shaky. 

“I can’t watch,” Minerva says beside you, before she breaks from the crowd and moves to Trelawney’s side, producing a large handkerchief from inside her robes.

“There, there, Sybill,” Minerva says soothingly. “Calm down…blow your nose on this…it’s not as bad as you think, now…you are not going to have to leave Hogwarts…”

“Oh, really, Professor McGonagall?” Umbridge says venomously, taking a few steps forward. “And your authority for that statement is…?”

“That would be mine.”

The oak front doors to the castle grounds swings open and students scuttle out of the way as Dumbledore appears in the entrance. What he had been doing out in the grounds you can’t say, but he wastes no time in striding forward towards Trelawney. 

“Yours, Professor Dumbledore?” Umbridge laughs unpleasantly. “I’m afraid you do not understand the position.” She pulls a scroll out from within her robes. “I have here an Order of Dismissal signed by myself and the Minister for Magic. Under the terms of Educational Decree Number Twenty-Three, the High Inquisitor of Hogwarts has the power to inspect, place upon probation and sack any teacher she — that is to say, I — feel is not performing to the standards required by the Ministry of Magic I have decided that Professor Trelawney is not up to scratch. I have dismissed her.”

To your surprise, Dumbledore smiles. “You are quite right, of course, Professor Umbridge. As High Inquisitor you have every right to dismiss my teachers. You do not, however, have the authority to send them away from the castle. I am afraid that the power to do that still resides with the Headmaster, and it is my wish that Professor Trelawney continue to live at Hogwarts.”

Professor Trelawney shudders, hiccuping loudly. “No — no, I’ll g-go, Dumbledore! I sh-shall leave Hogwarts and s-seek my fortune elsewhere —”

“No,” Dumbledore says sharply. “It is my wish that you remain, Sybill.”

He turns to Minerva. “Might I ask you to escort Sybill back upstairs, Professor McGonagall?”

She nods. “Of course. Up you get, Sybill…”

You move forward to grab onto one of her arms and together, you and Minerva hoist Trelawney up the stairs. Professor Flitwick comes scurrying after you, pointing his wand at the woman’s trunks and saying, “Locomotor trunks!” and sending her luggage flying into the air to bob up the stairs behind you. You glance back over your shoulder at Umbridge, standing stock still and glaring daggers at Dumbledore, and smirk to yourself. 

⁠✧⁠*⁠。✧⁠*⁠。

“Good work today guys! Get started on those essays now and if you have any questions about it over the week come and find me,” you say, returning to your seat behind your desk as your students start to pack up their things and leave the tower. You smile to yourself, having enjoyed this lesson because of the noticeable lack of a certain pink-clad woman sitting in the back. It’s so blissful without her. 

“Professor?” 

You look up into the face of one of your students and smile. “Yes?”

She hands you a parchment note. “Um, Professor Umbridge asked me to give this to you.”

You take the note, furrowing your brows as your eyes skim down through it. 

Please join me in my office tonight at 9pm. 

Signed, 

Dolores Umbridge, High Inquisitor

She wants to see you in her office? 

“Thanks, Layla, have a good night…” the girl nods and hurries out of the class, leaving you to stare at the note in confusion. 

Why would she want to see you? Fuck, she hasn’t got something on you, has she? Your heart starts to pump nervously as you look at your watch: 8:45. You stand up from your desk and start making your way down the stairs, heading for Professor Umbridge’s classroom, feeling sick to your stomach. Your hand clasps firmly around the handle of your wand in your pocket as you knock on the door. 

“Enter,” comes from inside the office. You open the door and what you’re met with inside is…well, honestly it’s an assault on the senses. It’s covered head-to-toe in pink. Pink tiles line the walls, lace curtains are draped over the windows, a circular pink rug sits on the floor. The far wall, behind the desk, displays a collection of decorative plates with kittens on them, and though usually you would delight at the sight of adorable kittens…something about these sets your teeth on edge. 

And of course, sitting prim and proper at her desk, is Dolores Umbridge, a cup of freshly made tea and a teapot in front of her.

“Professor Umbridge,” you say, keeping your eyes on her as you shut the door behind you. “You wanted to see me?” 

She smiles at you, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Yes, I did. Please, sit.” She motions to the chair opposite her. 

Warily, you move forward and seat yourself in the chair, one hand still on your wand. 

“We never get the chance to chat, do we?” Umbridge says sweetly, picking up a white china teapot and pushing a teacup in front of you. She smiles. “Tea?”

Your eyes flick between the cup and the teapot. 

“No, thank you.”

“Oh, really, I insist.” She pushes the cup further towards you, and starts filling it up against your wishes. 

You grit your teeth, “I’m not thirsty.”

Umbridge giggles weirdly, tapping the cup with her finger. “What is a chat without something to drink? Why, I’ve heard you love tea! You’ll share a cup with Professor McGonagall but not me? Why is that?”

You don’t say anything. 

“I’m only trying to get to know you better, dear.”

You barely conceal your derisive scoff. “Bit late for that now, don’t you think?”

She giggles again. “Such fire! I suppose I can see what Mr Black seen in you.”

You glare back into her beady little eyes, resisting the urge to throw the god-foresaken teacup in her face. What is she getting at here? “Why did you summon me, Dolores?”

She smiles. “I am trying to build a good rapport with my colleagues. After all, I suspect there may be a few more noticeable changes to staff in the coming weeks…come, dear, drink up. You look parched.”

“I told you, I’m not thirsty,” you spit, not removing your eyes from hers. 

“Don’t forget that I am your superior, Professor,” she says, her voice dangerously sweet. “Now, drink up.”

With a scowl, you take the teacup and raise it to your lips and instantly you can smell it — Veritaserum. It’s faint, just a hair from imperceptible, but you know it’s there. You tilt the cup but keep your lips screwed tightly shut, then set the cup back down on the desk in front of you. 

Umbridge smiles triumphantly, clasping her hands together on the table and leaning forward towards you. “Very good…now, where is Sirius Black?” 

“I don’t know.”

Her eye twitches and she pushes your cup towards you encouragingly. “Drink up, dear.”

“I did.”

Your heart thumps in your chest erratically and you push yourself to just relax. Play your cards right and you’ll be completely fine. Just fine. 

She studies you for a second, the room completely silent. What you wouldn’t give to punch her in that stuffy face of hers and really give her a piece of your mind —

“Don’t test me. You’ve refused to drink the tea I so kindly prepared for you, which leads me to suspect you have something to hide. Have you something to hide, Professor?”

You suck your teeth. “Forgive me for not jumping at the chance to drink your truth serum, Dolores.”

Her sweet facade drops and she glares back at you. “Because you do know where he’s hiding?” 

“Because I don’t want you poking around in my business,” you hiss. “If I had something to hide, you best believe I’d have a good reason for it.” You fold your arms and lean back in your chair. “You can’t force me to do anything.”

She hums petulantly. “If you wish to continue living and working here at Hogwarts, I suggest you do what I tell you and drink.”

“No.”

A vein bulges in her neck and a long shaky breath breezes out through her flared nostrils. “The Minister has always been suspicious of you and it seems like he is correct. Oh, he’ll be just delighted to give you some Veritaserum himself. We’d finally be rid of that abhorrent murderer.”

The reaction you have is second-nature, the words flying out of your mouth before you can even think about it. “He’s innocent!”

“We’ll see about that.”

You glare at her, your blood boiling in your veins. “Do you really think if I did know where Sirius was I’d be here? Do you think I’d rather be here with you instead of with my husband?” 

She shrugs. “Guilt makes some people do odd things.”

Your hand curls into a fist at your side. “Fine! You know what? I’ll drink it. I’ll show you that I mean every single word I say. I haven’t seen Sirius since the night he was put in prison.”

She stares back at you as your chest heaves, breathing heavily. You’re bluffing, of course. You hold her gaze for as long as she scrutinises you. She taps her finger against the desk before a smile slowly spreads across her face. 

“Be my guest."

You grab the handle of the teacup so hard you think it’s going to shatter in your hand. As you raise it to your lips, your heart pounds so much you think it might burst out of your chest. You look over the rim of the cup at Umbridge, who is watching you excitedly, smirking in satisfaction. 

Time to test your theory. 

You gulp down the tea, tasting that familiar subtle twang of Veritaserum as it travels down your throat. You take a deep breath and slam the cup down on the desk again, glaring at her. 

“Go on. Ask.”

Umbridge smiles and the words leave her mouth in an instant. “Where is Sirius Black?”

You can physically feel the words bubbling in your throat and you force them down, willing yourself to maintain control of your body and your speech. You know exactly who you are, and no one gets to control you. Over the past years you feel like you’ve lost part of your fire, your spunk, and it’s about time you got it back. You are far more than just Sirius Black’s wife, far more than just Harry Potter’s godmother. 

“I…don’t…know.”

Risk-taking is exhilarating. And you’ve never gotten such a good reward as the look on Dolores Umbridge’s face when she realises that her truth serum has just painted you as innocent. Her jaw drops instantly and she stares at you, shocked, before she lurches forward and snatches the teacup from the desk. She raises it high to her eyes, inspecting the empty inside in open-mouthed shock. 

“Happy now?”

Umbridge repeatedly opens and closes her mouth, attempting to form a sentence but nothing comes out. She continues to hold the cup in a white-knuckled grip as she whips her head back to you. 

“Did you help Sirius Black to escape Azkaban?” 

Well, that’s easy. You don’t even have to lie about this one. “No.”

The vein in her neck bulges again and her face goes red with anger. “Have you spoken to Sirius Black since his escape?”

You keep your face as neutral as possible, swallowing the strong bodily urge to say yes. “No. No, I have not."

She breathes heavily, glaring at you across the desk. “But you — you have! I know you have! I saw him — I saw him in the fire!”

You shrug. “Must be imagining things.”

“No, NO, I SAW HIM — “

You stand up from your chair, pushing it into the desk as you over her a tight-lipped smile. “Well, thanks for the interrogation. Goodnight.”

“Hold on —”

You leave, shutting the door closed behind you before she can get another word in. You stop outside the door, listening to Umbridge raging. You hear a loud crash and the sound of china shattering and let out the biggest sigh of relief of your life. 

Oh my god. You just lied while on Veritaserum. Holy shit, you just resisted Veritaserum. You’ve just proven that you can actually resist the effects of truth serum. Hey, you could probably win some award for that. 

Well, maybe if what you lied about wasn’t harbouring a wanted man…but look, it’s the small things in life.

⁠✧⁠*⁠。✧⁠*⁠。

You don’t know what it is these days, but something is making you extremely weary in the evenings. Perhaps it’s just the stress of Umbridge waiting around every corner for you, or the clawing feeling in your chest you feel when your mind drifts to Sirius cooped up in Grimmauld Place. One evening you turn in especially early, eager to rid yourself of the fatigue. Sleep comes easily, but not peacefully. You dream of a dark stormy night, filled with flashes of light and anguished screams. You wake with a jolt, a layer of cold sweat coating your body, breathing heavily. Dubh sleeps soundly in her bed. You glance at the clock: 9pm. You know well that if you try to go back to sleep you’ll only fall back into that same nightmare, so you shakily pull yourself out of bed and slip into your shoes and throw a jumper over your head, making your way up to the astronomy tower to calm down. 

When you close the tower door behind you, you think for a second before locking it. As much as you love your students and understand they might want to use the tower, all the astronomy exams are over and you can’t be disturbed right now. 

When you reach the railing, you sit down and let your legs dangle over the ledge, swinging aimlessly in the air as you gaze up at the sky. It’s just past sunset, and the last blotches of sunlight are fading from the sky as the sun disappears beneath the horizon. You wait patiently as the night’s first stars start appearing, twinkling gently. It’s a clear night, beautiful and serene. You’ve never really been all that spiritual, but a part of you believes that when you die you’ll join those clusters, become another sparkling light in the night sky for people to admire. It would be nice, you think. 

You hear a ruckus coming from down below, somewhere inside the school. Filch must’ve caught students out of bed. It’s not an unusual occurrence on nights like these. 

You start counting stars idly and before long you drift into a soft, dreamless sleep. It’s amazing. 

And then your sleep is interrupted, again. 

Loud shouts echo through the forbidden forest, and you briefly hear what seems to be the crack of a tree falling down. Silence, for a moment, as you strain to hear more, and then a high-pitched scream shakes the leaves of the trees, so high that you’re sure if there was any glass in that forest it would surely shatter. Confused and curious, nervous that somebody might be in trouble, you quickly hurry down the stairs and unlock the tower door at the bottom. You find blast marks on the wall beside it, clearly someone had tried to open it. A chill slithers down your spine as you hurry along the corridor, rounding the corner and nearly crashing headlong into Snape. 

“Severus! Merlin, you nearly gave me a heart attack,” you gasp, chest heaving. 

He surveys you for a second. “Potter was just caught attempting to make contact with someone through Professor Umbridge’s fireplace.”

You immediately draw back, confused. “W…what?”

“He then told me that ‘he has Padfoot in the place where it is hidden’.”

You stare at him, growing more and more baffled by the second. You’ve barely had any time to process it. “He has him in the place where it is hidden?” 

Snape nods, as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

You lower your voice, despite the fact that you’re the only ones in the corridor. “Harry thinks Sirius is in the Department of Mysteries?”

“Apparently. I then saw Potter and his usual cohort leading Dolores Umbridge into the Forbidden Forest.”

Your heart thumps as you rack your brains for something to do, something to say. “How would he know Sirius is there?”

Snape blinks at you, clear that he thinks this is a waste of his time. “A vision from the Dark Lord’s mind, I would imagine.”

You chew on your lip. “When did you see them go to the forest?” 

“Approximately one hour ago.”

You stop, look right at Snape. “Phineas Black’s portrait, he has one in the house as well as the office…”

He doesn’t answer you, and a silent understanding passes between you before you both take off at top speed up to the headmaster’s office. 

After giving the password to the gargoyles, you burst into the empty office and immediately seek out Phineas Nigellus Black, sleeping soundly in his portrait. Dumbledore isn’t here, of course. He ran from the school only recently, after Harry’s Defense Association was discovered by Umbridge and Dumbledore took the consequences. 

“Mr Black!” 

Phineas awakes with a start, his eyes snapping open and fixing you with a confused look.

“Is there a need for such noise?”

You nod fervently. “I need you to go to your portrait in Grimmauld Place. Look for Sirius. Please.”

Phineas breathes in, as though this is a immense inconvenience to him, and walks out of frame. You chew on the inside of your cheek, breathing out through your nose. You feel Snape’s presence behind you, watching the portrait frame with equal impatience. 

After a minute, he pokes his head back into frame. “He is there.” You breathe a sigh of relief. “Along with Remus Lupin, Alastor Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt and a Miss…” He disappears for a second before returning. “...Tonks.”

“Please deliver a message for me.” You say, before you give Phineas a brief summary of everything that has happened. 

“Black must remain at Headquarters,” Snape adds slowly. “Dumbledore will arrive there shortly and someone must be there to tell him what has transpired.”

You nod in agreement, and Phineas Black once again moves out of frame. You wait with bated breath, the air still and tense. Finally, he returns. 

“They are on their way to aid Harry Potter as we speak.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Perfect. We’ve no time to lose. Thank you, Mr Black.”

He nods wordlessly, settling back into his chair and allowing his eyes to close. 

“I’m going to the Ministry,” you say firmly to Snape. You wait, half-expecting him to go against you, but he doesn’t. 

“I will search the forest for Potter.”

You nod, then race out the door to follow your godson. You make a beeline for the broom shed — if you can’t disapparate out of Hogwarts, you’ll have to use the next best thing. You hop onto a Cleansweep Seven, and start to ascend into the air. Once you think you’ve gotten far enough away from the school grounds, you touch down to the ground and drop the broom at your feet. You’ll have to buy Madam Hooch a replacement for this one, you think as you visualize the cold tiles of the Ministry of Magic and the familiar lurch of apparation tugs your navel. 

You stumble into a wall, knocking your head against a candle holder painfully. You groan as you orientate yourself, taking in your surroundings. Dark tiled corridor, impossible to know where because everywhere in the Ministry looks the exact same. You head towards the door at the end anyway, wrenching it open, only to find yourself in yet another corridor, although this one has a distinct difference: A Death Eater is standing at the end of it. 

You see them, they see you, and there’s a split second before wands explode. 

“Stupefy!” 

“Protego!” 

You defend as best you can against the Death Eater’s advances. You eye the candle holders on the wall, the flames from the candles burning brightly and use it to your advantage. You protect against their spells until you find an opening and instantly aim your wand at the candle, yelling, “Confringo!” 

Upon impact, the candle explodes, and knocks the Death Eater right off their feet.

“Immobulus!” 

The Death Eater snaps into a rigid state, their body flat on the ground. You wipe sweat off your brow, and continue on, stepping over their immobile body. You’ll come back for them later. 

You push open the door at the end of the corridor, and finally find yourself in a room. It’s full of an assortment of strange-looking plants, some in glass cases with hazard stickers on the surface. Well, this is certainly Department of Mysteries territory. You look into one of the cases, which houses what seems to be a big green flytrap that oozes a luminous purple liquid. You shudder. Gross. 

The door at the other end of the room suddenly bursts open and you whip around and point your wand at the door warily. 

“Stupefy!” 

A bolt of light streaks towards you and you dive out of the way of it, the spell knocking into the leg of one of the tables, splintering the wood. You look up and your attacker, about to retaliate, only to see that it’s Tonks. 

She raises her wand again and you thrust your hands out. “Tonks, no, it’s me!” 

“Diff –”

“TONKS!”

Another spell blasts towards you and you roll out of it’s way, panting with exertion. The spell explodes into one of the glass cases, sending glass tumbling to the floor. 

“Wait, wait —”

You hear Remus’ familiar voice call your name. “Is that you?” 

You warily stand up from the floor, dusting your hands off on your trousers. “Yeah, it’s me.”

“Oh. Sorry,” Tonks says sheepishly as she recognises you, wincing. 

You sigh. “No harm done. Somehow.”

You move over to them, embracing them both in turn. “Find Harry yet?”

Remus shakes his head. “No…not yet.”

Running footsteps come from the corridor behind Remus, and Sirius, Moody, and Kingsley join you in the room. 

Sirius immediately runs to you, hugging you tightly. “What — what are you doing here?” 

You stare back at him, shocked that he’s here. “I could ask you the same thing! You were supposed to stay back at the house!”

He frowns, agitation passing briefly over his face. “You think I’d just stay there while Harry’s in danger? You didn’t stay behind at the school, did you?”

“W – well, no, but —”

“Guys,” Remus butts in, giving the two of you an exasperated look. “Talk about it later. We’ve got bigger things at hand right now.”

You nod, shaking your head at yourself. “Yeah, yeah. You’re right.” You gently put your hand on Sirius’s arm, smiling at him. “Let’s go save our godson.”

He gives you a small smile, nodding. “Let’s go.”

Your group searches the rooms and endless corridors before finally, the sound of shouting draws your attention and you burst through another door, finding a large circular room with a pit in the middle and a large archway standing in the centre of it, and a group of Death Eaters holding your students captive. 

You sprint in, Tonks fires a stunning spell instantly at one of the Death Eaters — one with noticeably long, platinum blond hair: Lucius Malfoy. You barely have time to feel your blood boil when a flash of light hurtles towards you and you throw yourself out of the way. You stumble down steps towards the pit where everyone else is, levelling yourself with the nearest Death Eater and starting to duel them. 

“Stupefy!” 

“Protego!”

“Impedimenta!” 

“Expulso!”

“Diffindo!”

Someone flies through the air at your opponent and makes them stumble — you seize the opportunity to stun them, and they fall to the floor with a loud thump. You quickly realise what had hit your opponent was actually another Death Eater, sent barrelling through the air by Kingsley, who is already engaged in combat with another. 

Sirius and a Death Eater dance past you, duelling so fast their wands are a blur. Another saunters towards you, though this one you recognise in an instant. The long, unruly black hair and sunken eyes, the look of madness in her face…Bellatrix Lestrange. 

You start to seethe. After what she did to Alice and Frank…you’ve been waiting for the chance to sink your teeth into her for years. 

Her wand whips at you in ferocious speed, and you counter each spell with increased difficulty. She laughs madly as you fight her advances, calling upon every spell you’ve ever learned. 

Over Bellatrix’s shoulder, you see Harry pull a limping Neville to his feet with the prophecy held tightly in his hand to keep it from being smashed. That’s what they’re all here for, the prophecy. They don’t care about you and the rest of the Order. If you can just keep Bellatrix occupied while Harry makes his escape…

The force of one of Bellatrix’s spells sends you stumbling back over a large crater in the stone floor, and you tumble to your knees in front of her. She squeals excitedly and your heart practically jumps out of your throat as you roll away as quick as possible, but it’s not quick enough. Your leg takes whatever nasty spell she shot at you and a sharp, white-hot pain jumps from your leg to your brain. You let out a pained shriek. 

Bellatrix lets out a shrill giggle, bearing down upon you with her wand, and right as she’s about to strike something catches her eye over your head — and she exclaims gleefully and bounds away from you, firing a spell at whoever is there. You turn your head to what she was looking at and see her now engaged in a fierce duel with Sirius. Your heart leaps into your throat and you try to stand. Your leg instantly crumples beneath you and you sink to the floor, the pain is unbearable. 

Remus rushes to your side, putting his arm under your shoulder. “Come on, come on, can you stand?” 

The pain burns against your leg and you bite into your hand to stop yourself from screaming in agony. “I can’t, Remus, I - I can’t —” you sob, delirious with pain. 

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

With his help, you slowly limp your way out of the battle zone, though when you look at it from the sides it’s almost devoid of Death Eaters, save for Bellatrix. The only ones still fighting are her and Sirius. 

“What — what happened —”

“Dumbledore.”

You look around, searching for the man in question, seeing him running down the stone steps after Death Eaters as they scrabble to get away from him. He’s too fast, he pulls them back effortlessly as though they are as light as feathers —

Sirius ducks Bellatrix’s jet of red light and laughs at her. “Come on, you can do better than that —”

“AVADA KEDAVRA!” 

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hello hello! I'm really really sorry about the delay in this chapter, but it's finally out now! There is one chapter left, oh my god! I'll do a proper thank you at the end of that one, so stay tuned! As always, I love you all so much and appreciate the support more than you could ever know <3

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I used to talk to "Rose" sometimes on here back in like October ish and she told me that she "writes" her fanfictions with Chat GPT. She gives it prompts and then pretty much copies and pastes them into AO3. So essentially most of her work is AI generated lol

@selayapss is this true?

Also, how funny it is that you posted this on lovelycyberdragon because I just woke up and was asleep when all of this was going on. I don't interact with this person and have no intention of doing so because they're not half as funny as you are, my love.

You truly see me everywhere, don't you? I wonder if it is something you wish was true, that everyone was fuga and fuga would appear out of nowhere. Do I haunt your nightmares? Do you love me? You remind me of Harry seeing Bellatrix everywhere, and sometimes I wonder if you've got a big, fat crush on me. Don't worry if you do, love. Just confess 🖤