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The Unruly

Chapter 3

  Growing up and seeing your parents’ flaws is like losing your religion. I don’t believe in God anymore. I don’t believe in my father either.

Nicola Yoon     The Sun is Also a Star

Arabella always had a better-than-average memory. It’s something her parents consistently commended her for before. She could remember further back into her childhood than her two brothers.

Sirius always said she could remember her birth if she tried hard enough.

She could remember when she was very small; she would sit between her mother’s legs while she brushed through her dark curls. She used to tell Arabella how she always wanted a daughter while tying her dark hair into a neat braid. She used to let Arabella hide behind her skirt at parties, she would hold her on her hip while walking around the house, and she never let anyone hurt her.

Arabella remembered the exact day that her mother’s affection stopped. 

It was February 14th, 1962. She was supposed to have received her Hogwarts Admissions letter that morning. She remembered Sirius and Regulus bickering over Winter Break on whether or not she would be sorted into Slytherin or Gryffindor. Arabella would never have told them, but she felt she would have been in Hufflepuff. 

As the day dragged on with no sign of an owl, her anxiety rose. She could feel the tension in the house winding up like a coil. 

Once she saw the sun begin to set at the dinner table, her tears began to fall. 

She heard the kitchen door slam open as her parents entered. 

“Well… It looks as though we have two disgraces in the family.” Her father spoke, looking down at her

Arabella looked up at them with teary eyes. “Maybe they made a mistake?” 

That made her mother scoff. Walburga couldn’t even bear to look at her only daughter, settling to stare out the window at the fading light.

“Hogwarts does not make mistakes. You have disgraced this family more than either of your brothers ever could, and for that, you will suffer.” Her father’s harsh words floated out into the air as he reached for his wand

Ever since that day, she had lived as a ghost in her home. She would be locked in her room when guests arrived, her brothers were isolated from her and banned from speaking to her or even sending her letters from school, and what hurt the most was her mother wouldn’t even look at her. 

Her father placed intricate wards around their house, preventing her from ever leaving. 

It was almost as if she had never existed. 

As the years passed, it got less painful for her, the pain began to numb. 

Her brothers still cared for her that much she knew. They would sneak into her room at night over summers and give her the gifts they got for her in Hogsmeade that year, her favorite being the copy of Pride and Prejudice that Sirius had given her after his fourth year. She didn’t know how they treated each other at Hogwarts, but in her room, they acted as if they had never been sorted into different houses. 

During the summer of Sirius’s sixth year and Regulus’s fifth, tensions in the house began to rise to a breaking point. Walburga and Orion had begun to pressure Sirius into taking the Dark Mark.

“You are a disgrace, Sirius,” Sirius flinched as his mother’s hand came up to brush against his face,” This could fix that.” 

“It’s time that your little rebellious streak comes to an end,” Orion spoke through his harsh French accent. 

“You are our heir; it is time you began acting like it. This mudblood lover act will be tolerated no longer.”

Arabella wasn’t supposed to be eavesdropping, but she couldn’t help it. She liked to sit on the wall adjacent to the parlor and pretend she was there, included with her family. 

“Tolerated?” Sirius’s voice began to rise

“You haven’t been tolerating anything! Every day I breathe in this house, I am reminded of how disgusted you are by me.” Arabella’s nails began digging into her palms. 

“Sirius, that is enough!” Orion shot back 

“Maybe if you weren’t so focused so much on blood purity, this family wouldn’t have been inbred enough to be cursed with a squib-”

“CRUCIO!” 

Arabella jumped in shock at her mother’s voice and ran to her room. She gently shut the door so as to not give away that she was listening. She sat in shock on the edge of her bed, unconsciously rubbing the scar across her lower stomach. She had never thought Sirius would say something like that about her, not that he knew she was listening. He was always careful not to call her a squib to her face, not wanting to hurt her already fragile emotions. 

At least now she knew what he really believed. 

He thought she was a cursed disgrace, just like her parents. 

She laid her head on her pillow as tears began streaming down her face. 

She squeezed her eyes shut and placed her pillow over her head in a fruitless attempt to block out her mother’s screaming.

Sirius wasn’t there in the morning when she woke up.

The only sign he ever existed was the burnt picture on the family tree beside Regulus’s. 

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The Dark Lord Shall Rise Again

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The Unruly

Chapter 2

When you are born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it’s not.

Tito Merello Vilar // Richard Kadrey

Regulus sat on the velvet green sofa wringing his hands. He didn’t know where to begin.

“Would you rather me look for myself Regulus?” Snape stated clearly becoming agitated with the on going silence

“No I… I just don’t know what to say” His eye still glued to his hands 

“Begin with how she ended up in my house on my table” Snape was at his whits end rolling his eyes in irritation 

“The Dark Lord needed a servant. He arrived at our house intending to use Kreacher but my mother decided differently….”

The Dark Lord stood in front of Regulus and Walburga, staring down at Walburga in surprise.

“A squib?”He asked raising his eyebrows “Why is this the first I’m hearing of this?”

“We didn’t want to disgrace Our Lord with the knowledge of the abomination. No one knows of her but those in this house, She will not be missed” Walburga said keeping her head down to avoid His gaze

Regulus dug his nails into the hands resting by his side, focusing on regulating his breathing.

“Regulus go get the girl while I speak more with your mother.” the cold voice demanded

“Yes my Lord” Regulus bowed before exiting the room

As soon has the door shut behind him, he ran stumbling up the stairs and whipping around the corner to the room next to his slamming the door open. Making the girl on the bed shoot up.

“Regulus what-” Regulus held his hand up cutting the girl off

“Keacher come” With a crack the elf was in the room as well

“Arabella you are about to meet the Dark Lord you must not speak with him unless spoken to, you must not look at his face, and you must not speak of what i am about to tell you. Do you understand?” Regulus stated pulling her from the bed and smoothing her hair down

Her large gray eyes looked up at him her bottom lip quivering with fear. She gave him a short nod showing her understanding. 

He grasped her shoulders and began “He is going to take you somewhere and what he will have you do will most definitely hurt. He will leave you for dead. You must clear our mind and call out Kreacher's name when this happens.” 

He paused glancing over at Kreacher who was looking at them with round eyes “Kreacher it is imperative that you go to her when she calls. You must bring her directly to me without hesitation.” Kreacher gave a stout nod

“Regulus j'ai peur” Arabella's voice quivered 

He pulled her into his chest “N'ayez crainte, nous sommes en paix.” 

He gave her a firm kiss on her hairline before taking her hand and guiding her down to the sitting room. He gave her hand a firm squeeze before whispering “Être fort.”, letting her hand fall to her side before pushing the door open.

Walburga and the Dark Lord stopped their conversation and looked up. The Lords pale hand stretched out beckoning the smaller girl to come forward. 

Arabella shuffled forward carful to keep her gaze to the ground. 

She felt his cold eyes boring into her as she stopped in front of them. She felt a cold hand grasp her chin as the Dark Lord forced her head up to meet his gaze. He looked over her face with cold calculating eyes as she forced herself to fixate of the wallpaper behind him.

He let out a tsk before letting her head fall back down. “It’s a shame she would have made a beautiful witch. What a pity.” He stated patronizingly making both Regulus and Arabella stiffen 

For just a moment Arabella felt rather grateful she was a squib after remembering the stories Regulus shared about what the Dark Lord does to witches he finds beautiful.  

“She will do.” He said looking back at Walburga 

“Thank you My Lord for allowing our family to serve you once more.” Walburga said bowing 

“Indeed” He turned and began walking towards the door his dark cloak bellowing behind him.

Walburga all but shoved Arabella in his direction indicating for her to follow. Kreacher was the at the door opening it for the Lord. The wind outside was beginning to pick up as the Dark lord walked out with Arabella behind him. She took one last look behind her as the he hair bellowed around her face making her look like she was flying before the man took a firm grasp on her upper arm making her flinch. The couple disappeared into swirl of black smoke shooting up into the sky. 

“I don’t know where she was taken or what he had done to her. It was only a few hours later that Kreacher appeared in my room with her.” Regulus said concluding his recount of the previous night still looking down at his hands

Snape stayed silent for a few moments, taking in the information before asking a question which he felt he already knew the answer “And why have you brought her here?” 

“You’re the only one I know with Occumulacy powers strong enough to keep the knowledge of her survival a secret.” He paused looking up at Snape, “Please Severus you and I both know of the prophecy. This war will not be waging much longer. All that I ask is that you give her shelter until it passes.”

Severus shut his eyes deep in thought. The two sat in silence for a few moments before Severus gave a nod. 

Regulus let out a sigh of relief before bending to hold his head in his hands.

“Can you swear it?” He mumbled

Severus looked at him in surprise, the nerve of this kid dropping an unwarranted guest on his feet and now asking him to make an unbreakable vow. 

“Not unbreakable obviously theres no witness. I just need your word that you will hide and protect her until this war is over.” Regulus clarified sensing the change in air around Snape.

“I give you my word.” Severus said plainly “Just one question, Why not take her to Sirius?” 

Regulus grimaced at the name “He left her in that house for a reason.”

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The Unruly

Chapter One

When you pray, what do you pray for?

I pray for god to crush me, break me up into little pieces, and start all over again.

Angels in America, Tony Kushner

The wind bellowed outside causing an unsettling rattle on the windows. Lighting cracked and the house lit up with a flash.

Snape looked up from his desk and glanced out the window. The storm was beginning to pick up after brewing for the pasted two days. He watched as the trees swayed and the clouds swirled. Just for a moment, he wondered what the weather was like in America.

BOOM BOOM BOOM

"Snape!" a voice yelled frantically from the front door, " Please Severus!"

Snape glanced at the grandfather clock across from his desk before pushing his chair back. He had barely cracked the front door when Regulus Black slammed passed him dragging someone along.

"Regulus wha-" he started

"There's no time Severus please," panic laced the young voice of Regulus "She ingested an unknown potion. Symptoms are fever, deliriousness, pain, and extreme thirst."

"Lay her across the table and stop panicking or you'll be of no help to anyone here," Snape said as he began rolling up his sleeves, heading towards his potion storage.

He glanced over his supply listening to the crash of his glassware shattering as Regulus pushed everything off the table, he quickly grabbed three vials of swirling liquids before pausing and quickly snatching up a fourth.

He rushed over to the table where Regulus was lifting the girl. "It would be beneficial to use magic Regulus." He waved his hand so the girl was levitated onto the table

"Drink." He trusted the small vial of Calming Drought. Regulus ripped the cork out and downed it with the efficiency of an Irish man in a pub

Snape brushed the hair out of the young woman's face before placing two fingers on her neck. As soon as his fingers made contact the girl's eyes shot open and she started screaming. She began trashing her limbs kicking Regulus in the stomach making him fall back onto the floor. Snape grabbed her shoulders and held her against the table, making note that he could feel the girl's collarbones as if she were just a skeleton.

"Regulus come hold her so I can administer the potions," Snape glanced up to see Regulus still on the ground staring up at them as if he was petrified, "REGULUS!"

Regulus seemed to move almost robotically pushing himself off the dark wood to take over Snape's grasp on her shoulders. Snape moved around to tilt her head back, his grasp firm on the back of her neck lifting it slightly so the liquid could go down smoothly.

Her gray eyes, which Snape thought matched the color of the sky outside perfectly, looked up at him welling with tears.

"Please no more" she pleaded up at him

"It won't hurt." He said gently talking to her as he would talk to a small child

He gently poured the first potion, a shimmering dark green liquid, down her throat.

"Swallow." He commanded

He continued the process with the next two vials, a deep purple and blood red, he watched as the tension between her eyebrows eased, smoothing the wrinkles until her skin looked as if it belonged to that of a porcelain doll. Her eyes still boring into his started to droop as the Draught of Dreamless Sleep started to take effect. He calmly smoothed the hair that was sticking to her face from the tears and sweat she produced in her panic.

As soon as he was certain the girl was asleep he gripped the back of Regulus's cloak, dragging him to the small parlor. He half tossed half threw the boy onto the couch before he hissed, "What have you done?"

Regulus stared back up at him looking like the small 14-year-old who was crying in the common room about his brother's disownment.

"Are you an impeccable bringing a muggle into my home? Do you know what He will do when He discovers this? Did you even THINK!" Severus hissed

"She's my sister," Regulus said as he looked down at his hands suddenly becoming fascinated with the skin surrounding his nails

"You don't have a sister," Severus stated in disbelief

Silence enveloped the room.

"You have a sister," Snape sat down in the armchair across from Regulus "And she's a squib."

Regulus's head raised to meet Snape's eyes "You have to protect her."

"Tell me everything."

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10 Things I Hate About You 2

1

I Hate The Way You Drive Your Car, and I Hate The Way You Stare

“VERONICA!” Andy slams my door open. “We need to go; you’re gonna make me late!”

“Ok, ok, I’m coming, no need for the dramatic,” I rolled my eyes as I sat out of bed.

“I promised I would meet them at 7; It’s already 6:40,” her whining continued. 

I slipped on my shoes as she grabbed my arm and dragged me out the door. I was hopping along, trying to jam my foot into my shoe. 

“Bye, mom, we’re leaving now!” Andy shouts while running out the front door

I walked with Andy down the front steps, her running a bit ahead of me, trying to rush to meet her friends, Her vampire cloak flowing behind her. I pulled my sweater closer as the night air ran through me. We walked a couple of streets until we reached Piney Wood Lane, where her group of friends was grouped around the street sign. Just as she ran up to them, that stupid blue camero skirted to a stop, and a red-headed girl in a Micheal Myers jumpsuit got out and slammed the door. 

“Ew, she’s wearing a boy costume.” one of Andys friends, Molly, I think, commented with disgust.

“Yeah, she’s such a boy like it’s so outrageous.” I looked down at Andy with disappointment 

As we were walking, I heard another car door slam behind us. 

“Hey, sweet cheeks!” Billy’s voice echoed behind us, “You sure you wanna trick or treat with the little kids instead of joining the big kids.” 

“I’m not sure I promised my mom I would watch my sister,” fiddling with the hem of my sweater, going to turn back around when he grabbed my arm.

“Come on, I’ll get you back by 9 pm, and besides, it looks like they’re going on fine without you.”

I look back to see Andy and her friends walking up to their second house. I stared for a second before making my decision. 

“Andy, meet me back here at 9 pm! Don’t be late, or I’m calling the cops!” I yelled at the back of her head, which seemed to be all that I’d been doing for a while

Billy smiled and kissed me on the cheek before opening his passenger door for me. 

He climbed in his passenger seat, and he sped off.

“Jesus, slow down a little, would you!” I shouted, gripping the seat 

“Don’t be scared, baby! Relax!” He shouted over the music with a smile

We reached Tina’s house in 5 minutes even though it would have usually taken 10. 

“God, do you always drive like that? I’m surprised you haven’t killed anyone!” I commented as I stepped out of the car

“I’m a great driver; never even gotten a ticket,” he responds, puffing his chest with pride.

He grabbed my hand as we walked to the door, already feeling the vibrations of the music running through my bones. 

As soon as we opened the door, a group of boys surrounded us a started slapping Billy on the back. “Yeah, man, you actually got her to-” 

“Yeah Yeah, that’s enough.” Billy interrupted him, his grip on my hand getting tighter

The boys all started laughing and hitting the guy, who started talking like he had made some inside joke.

“Anyways, man, we got a keg in the back and drinks on the kitchen counter,” the group of boys said while pushing us further into the party.

Billy leaned down to my ear, “Lemme show you how people party in California,” his minty breath fanning across my ear, making me shiver.

Someone thrust red solo cups into both of our hands. I smelled it, and the stench of alcohol burnt my nose.

“What do you think they put in this stuff?” asked Billy, a little concerned for my health

“Don’t be a scaredy cat; drink it fast, and you won’t even taste the alcohol. Trust me,” He answered before knocking back the whole cup with ease. 

I tried to copy him, but as soon as I swallowed a mouth full, I began coughing as the suspicious mixture burnt my throat. He laughed at my coughing fit and slapped my back. 

“Just relax and enjoy yourself” He laughed, “I’m gonna go see what this keg is all about.” 

He walked out to the backyard, where a group of boys immediately surrounded him. I pushed my way through the crowd of people before I made my way to the kitchen in search of water to wash out the alcohol taste lingering in my mouth. I saw Nancy and Steve off to the side arguing about something before she spilled punch down her shirt. The room fell silent as she stumbled off, steve following her. I quickly grabbed two bottles of water, one for me and one for Nancy, and rushed off to the bathroom after them.

I leaned into the door to ensure I wasn’t interrupting anything when I heard them arguing.

“Bullshit..” “What..” “You’re pretending…like..like we didn’t kill Barb..”

I stumbled away from the door, dropping the water bottles in shock. Digging my nails into the palms of my hand, I stormed back into the kitchen. Snatching a cup from a boy dressed in a toga. 

“Hey, that’s mine!” He protested before I downed the liquid, ignoring how it made me need to gag.

A few more drinks followed that before everything started to slow down into a blur. Next thing you know, I’m dancing barefoot on Tina’s coffee table, listening to the crowd of teenagers cheering me on. I spun on the table and made eye contact with Billy, who somehow lost his shirt outside. He stared at me for a while before walking up to the table’s edge. 

“Come on, sweet cheeks; you’re clearly too drunk. We gotta get you home.” He said, grabbing my hand and helping me off the table 

“Relaaax, Loosen up,” I slurred, leaning into his body as he slung his arm around my shoulders. 

He walked me out to the passenger side of his car and opened the door for me. I plopped in and shut my eyes. I started to come to when I felt the car park and heard his door open. I peeled my eyes open and groaned, feeling his hand on my arm helping me out of the car.

“Where are we” I mumbled, looking around at the elementary school’s playground

“You need to sober up a little bit before I take you home, baby,” he replied, sitting me down on the bench. “Do you want to tell me what that was about?”

“What do you mean?” my words still slurring slightly.

“You don’t seem like the type to get that drunk at a party,” He explained.

“They killed Barb,” I mumbled, leaning onto his shoulder. 

“What?” confusion evident in his voice.

“Steve and Nancy. They had a pool party, and they invited Barb. I couldn’t go because I was supposed to babysit Andy. That night Barb went missing, and we never found her.” I explained last year’s events: “She was presumed dead, and everyone just moved on like normal.”

There was a long period of silence before he finally decided to respond.

“When my mom left, I blamed myself for a long time. My dad always told me it was my fault, so it was easy to start making myself believe him. Sometimes people just disappear, and it’s no one’s fault. They’re just gone.” As he traced figure eight onto my hand, he said, “We have to move on like normal, or that pain will fester into anger, and we’ll turn into bad people.”

It felt like he was talking about someone he knew, but before I could respond, I groaned, feeling bile rise up my throat. He held my air back as I hunched forward and threw up in front of our feet.

“Come on, let’s get you home.” He said, helping me to my feet and walking me back to his car

I shut my eyes and listened to him beating his steering wheel to the music. I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my face.

“I hate it when you stare,” I stated, my eyes still shut.

He laughed and faced back to the front. It only took us a few minutes before we reached the front of my house. I looked down at his car’s clock, the 12:08 AM staring back at me.

“Shit!” I rushed out of the car, slammed the door behind me, and ran to the front door. I turned and waved before Billy sped off. I tried to unlock and open the door as quietly as possible just to see my mom sitting at the dining room table, staring at me.

“Where the hell have you been, Veronica.” She yelled, slamming her hands on the table. “Your sister came home all by herself and said you went off with that Hargrove boy! I call his dad, and he has no idea where either of you are!” 

“I was fine, mom. I was just at a party-” I tried to explain.

“No! Do you know how irresponsible that is? Something could have happened to your sister!” She said, still yelling

“Maybe I wanted to be a normal teenager for once instead of always having to go follow my 13-year-old sister and her friends around all fucking night!” I started screaming back, losing my temper

“Don’t you ever swear at me, you little shit! I am your mother! Do you Understand?” She screamed, walking up to me,” All I do is worry and slave and protect you! And what do I get in return? My daughter acting like an ungrateful little shit!”

I turned around calmly and walked down the hall to my room.

“Don’t you walk away from me!” I heard her screaming behind me 

I slammed the door and lay down on my mattress. Hugging my pillow to my chest, I started to cry. I cried for Barb, for my lost friendship with Nancy, for my mom’s anger, and for my own aching heart. 

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Masterlist :)

Draco

Lover

Severus Snape

The Unruly 1 2 3

Billy

10 Things I Hate About You 1 2

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10 Things I Hate About You

I Hate The Way You Talk To Me And The Way You Cut Your Hair.

I was staring at the multicolored leaves when I heard it; the ocean-blue Camaro roared past me, drowning out my sister’s voice.

“What were you saying, Andy?” I said, sniffling as the cold October air bit at my nose.

“I’ve told you a million times not to call me that; it sounds like a boy’s name.” She replied, smacking her gum.

I mumbled a halfhearted apology, still staring at the sidewalk as Andrea continued rambling about this new girl in class who was “outrageous” and “basically a boy.” I never managed to pinpoint when my little sister, who used to make mudpies and pick up worms, turned into a popular girl that only cares about what the latest Tiger Beat says about Matt Dillon’s love life.

I glanced up, seeing the outline of Hawkins Middle school coming into view.

“Mom said you have to go trick or treating with my friends and me tonight.”

“What?” I said as I paid more attention to the way the leaves crunched under my worn-down penny loafers than to what my sister was saying

“She says I’m still not old enough to go by myself,” Andy reiterated. “I’m basically a woman now. I’m 13.”

“You’ve only been 13 for a month; that’s not nearly old enough to be considered a woman.” rolling my eyes with a smile.

“You sound just like her,” she scoffed, blowing a bubble in her gum.

“Maybe that’s because she’s smart,” twirling my hair around my finger,” it hasn’t been long since that boy came back from being missing. She just worries about you.”

“Whatever.” Her voice told me that the missing kid wasn’t something that she was concerned with.  

As we started to get closer to the school, Andy began to walk further from me, not wanting her friends to see that she still had her older sister walking her to school. When we finally reached the parking lot, she separated from me and went to join her friends.

“Have a good day!” I yelled at the back of her head

I laugh a little at the sight of the Wheeler boy and his friends dressed as Ghostbusters: he looks so much like Nancy when she was younger. She and I used to be such close friends up until Barb’s disappearance; that’s when she started only hanging around “Steve the King” and his friends. Our last conversation together was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I had come to her looking for answers about Barb’s disappearance, which turned into a screaming match where both of us said things we shouldn’t have.

I walked into the high school building and headed to my English IV classroom. I stepped through legs and over bags that were thrown haphazardly through the isles; when I reached my seat, Tommy kicked his leg out, resulting in me being sprawled out across the floor.

“Hey, watch where you’re going, Veronica,” He said, snickering with his friends,” Nice panties, by the way.”

I quickly got up, brushed my skirt down, and walked to my seat with a red face and slightly less dignity. When the teacher walked in, I sat quietly, messing with my hair.

We had made it about halfway through the lesson when the door slammed open and the new kid, Billy, came strutting in like a peacock. He didn’t address the teacher and just walked to the empty seat right in front of me and behind Tommy. He made the air around us smell like cigarettes and cheap cologne. I hate cigarettes.

“You have the notes?” He asked, having turned in his seat to face me

I gave him a short nod and passed him my notebook.

“You don’t talk a lot, do ya?” at this point, I was already annoyed that he had interrupted class and was now talking to me when we both should have been paying attention.

“I talk, just not to imbeciles who peak in high school.” I snapped back

“Don’t get your panties in a wad; I just don’t think a pretty girl like you should be so antisocial.” He laughed a little, which only furthered my irritation

“What is with everyone’s obsession with my panties today, Jesus,” I replied

He put his hands up in surrender. “I di-”

“Billy, please face the front; you’ve done enough distracting today,” Mr. Collins shouted from the front of the chalkboard.

Billy gave me a wink and faced the front, his blonde mullet brushing against his shoulders. The peaceful silence only lasted a few seconds before a piece of paper was slid onto my desk.

are you going to tinas party tonight?

I let a small smile slip through as I looked down at his messy writing.

Can’t I have to go trick or treating with my sister and her friends.

I slid the note back onto his desk through the gap in between his arm.

thats disappointing i was hoping to see you there

I was about to write out a reply when a book was slammed onto my desk. I jumped and looked up to see Mr. Collins staring down at me.

“Really, Veronica, Passing notes? I had expected better from you.” He snatched the note from my desk and walked to the front of the class. “Let’s all hear what’s so fascinating to the both of you that you can’t seem to pay attention in my class.”

Just as he was about to start reading it aloud, the bell rang, causing the mass of students to rush out the door.

Saved by the bell.

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Twitter hits too close to home

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Lover

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The warmth of my friend’s bodies surrounding me, plus the fresh feast placed in front of me, should have made me happy, but the dark thoughts continued to assault my mind. My eyes kept grazing past my friend’s shoulders to watch his eyes lock with Harry Potter. His steel gray eyes flickered to mine. It felt like we held eye contact for hours until my friend waved her hand in front of my face. “Yo (y/n), what’s up with you tonight?”

“Nothing, there’s just a lot on my mind tonight.” It felt wrong to lie to my friend, but I could never explain what I was going through if I didn’t even understand what I was going through. I unconsciously moved my eyes to where Draco was sitting, only to find him gone. I looked around, trying to find the mess of blonde hair, only to see Harry walking out of the great hall doors.

I abruptly stood up, causing my small group of friends to look up at me, “I’m going to bed,” I fought not to let the panic I was feeling waver my voice. Not waiting for a reply, I rush out after Harry. I felt like there was a bottomless pit swallowing up my body. I knew something terrible was going to happen. I followed him around many corners and downstairs until he entered Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. I slipped in through the door, hiding behind the stalls. I was only there to prevent conflict, not disrupt their conversation. Peeking around the corner, I saw Draco standing with his back to Harry, his hands clutching either side of the sink, his white-blond head bowed.

“Don’t,” crooned Myrtle’s voice from one of the cubicles. “Don’t… tell me what’s wrong … I can help you ….”

I couldn’t hear what was being said.

“No one can help me,” Draco’s voice wavered. His whole body was shaking. “I can’t do it … I can’t… it won’t work … and unless I do it soon … he says he’ll kill me ….”

Dread filled my entire body when I realized that  Draco was crying – actually crying – tears streaming down his pale face into the grimy basin. It took everything in my power not to push Harry out of the way and embrace Draco, but I knew this was something between Draco and Harry. It was bad enough that I was eavesdropping. Draco gasped and gulped and then looked up into the cracked mirror and saw Harry staring at him over his shoulder.

Draco whipped around, drawing his wand. Instinctively, Harry pulled out his own. Malfoy’s hex missed Harry by inches, shattering the lamp on the wall beside him; Harry threw himself sideways, thought Levicorpus! and flicked his wand, but Malfoy blocked the jinx and raised his wand for another –

“No! No! Stop it! “Myrtle and I yelled as I leaped out of my hiding place, our voices combined, echoing loudly around the tiled room. “Stop! STOP!”  

There was a loud bang, and the bin behind Harry exploded; Harry attempted a Leg-Locker Curse that backfired off the wall behind Draco’s ear and smashed the cistern beneath Moaning Myrtle, who screamed; water poured everywhere, and Harry slipped over as Draco, his face contorted, cried, “Cruci—’

“SECTUMSEMPRA!” bellowed Harry from the floor, waving his wand wildly.

Everything slowed as I witnessed blood spurting from Draco’s face and chest as though he had been slashed with an invisible sword. He staggered backward and collapsed onto the wet floor with a great splash, his wand falling from his limp right hand.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!” I screeched, shoving past Harry and stripping off my shirt. I threw myself onto my knees next to Draco, applying pressure to the lacerations on his chest. I turned to see Harry standing in shock.

“No –” gasped Harry.

“It doesn’t matter; go get help, you idiot!” My voice was frantic

Slipping and staggering, Harry got to his feet and ran out the door. Draco’s face was shining scarlet from the blood pooling out of his many cuts, dyeing his once-white hair blonde hair dark red. His white hands grasped onto my blood soak ones.

“Shit,” I cursed myself for not learning any medical spells, “You’re going to be ok, Draco, I promise,” I glanced up to his face to see his eyes already shut, “FUCK! You need to stay awake, Draco, please!” My hot tears fell to the ground mixing with the cool water and the hot blood squirting out of Draco.

It felt like forever until the door banged open behind us. I looked up, terrified: Snape, accompanied by Harry, had burst into the room, his face livid. Pushing me aside, he knelt over Draco, drew his wand, and traced it over the deep wounds Harry’s curse had made, muttering an incantation that sounded almost like a song. The blood flow seemed to ease; Snape wiped the residue from Draco’s face and repeated his spell. Now the wounds seemed to be knitting.

I watched, horrified by what Harry had done, painfully aware that I was soaked in blood and water. Moaning Myrtle was still sobbing and wailing overhead. When Snape had performed his counter-curse for the third time, he half lifted Malfoy into a standing position signaling for my assistance. I rushed to my feet and placed Draco’s other arm around my shoulders.

“You need the hospital wing. There may be a certain amount of scarring. Still, if you take dittany immediately, we might avoid even that … come …” Snape supported Malfoy across the bathroom, turning at the door to say in a voice of cold fury, “And you, Potter … you wait here for me.”

Snape and I, half dragging and half carrying Draco to the infirmary. Our steps echoed across the stone floor. When we reached the infirmary, Snape slammed the door open, causing Madam Pomfrey, who was tending to a student with a broken bone, to jump. She whipped around, ready to yell at whoever was causing such a stir, until her eyes met with Draco and me, who were completely soaked in blood, “Oh dear,” she began running around, grabbing various supplies,” Set him in that cot right there.”

Snape and I gently placed Draco’s limp body onto the medical bed, once again staining something that used to be white, a terrible shade of red. Madam Pomfrey gently pushed me into the waiting chair and turned to Snape. They whispered things I either didn’t pay attention to or was too shocked to hear. Snape turned to me as Madam Pomfrey began examining Draco; he placed his cloak over my shivering body, making me realize I had left my blood-soaked shirt in the bathroom with Harry. “I’m going back to deal with Harry, “He spoke as gently as he could muster, “You don’t have to stay here; you can leave and go get cleaned up” I shook my head. “Ok.”

He went to move past me when my hand shot out from under his dark cloak and grasped his wrist. Still keeping my eyes on Draco, I spoke: “Harry didn’t know.” Slipping my hand back under the cloak and pulled my knees under my chin.

Snape left. Leaving me alone to watch over the boy I loved.

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Fleur Delacour was not like her.

Note: This is my first fanfic. And I wrote it at the dead of night (oops?) I have no idea whether the ages are correct. Read on.

Fleur Delacour was not like her mother.

She didnt enjoy the looks the boys gave her.

She didnt raise her skirt and smiled a tad wider when a lad dipped his head and whistled in her direction.

Oh no, she was Fleur Delacour.

She was a paradox.

She was used to it by then at age 12.

The men, sometimes the woman, looked at her with hungry eyes and toothy grins.

She had been scared before.

Her mother told her to smile.

“Boys like women who are confident”, she used to say.

Fleur wanted to tell her that she didnt give a hippograff if all the boys didnt like her. But she didnt. She listened to her mother and smiled.

At age 14, she had her first boyfriend.

His name was Franicse Lyod and he was a Muggle.

They spent the whole summer kissing and exchanging small smiles.

Her mother threw her those secret smiles when they kissed and used to whispher later,

‘Boys like that.“

On the last day of break,she heard him talking about her.

She hid behing a tree and listened.

She was sure he loved her.

He was a Muggle. He had to be different.

He wasnt.

Theyre all the same, she thought as she ran away, her face flowing with tears and ignoring his "locker room” excuse. They all think I’m some object.

“Maybe I am”

That was the year Fleur’s confidence took a vacation.

At 17, she went to Hogwarts.

Nothing changed there.

The boys still stared at her long legs and talked about what they would like to do with her as if she wasn’t there.

On her first day at Hogwarts, a boy assaulted her.

She didn’t cry that night.

She had gotten used to it, after all.

At 17, she had to fight for her life.

At 17, she was hurt.

At 17, she sobbed when she thought her sister had died.

At 17, she blamed herself.

At 17, she became friends with the Boy who lived.

At 17, she was tortured.

At 17, she saw the dead.

And at 17, she saw Bill Weasely.

He was different, she thought, he didnt even glance at my legs and that scared her.

She knew what was going to happen.

And she knew it would only lead to disaster.

She didnt realise that the disaster would be much worst than a broken heart.

But a broken soul.

At 18,

She fell in love with Bill and he with her.

She loved the way that their first conversation did not have a smile on her part and a kiss from his.

Instead they fought.

She loved the way he complimented her intelligence and honor and made her beauty beautiful to her.

She loved the way he treated her as a human and not an object.

This is Fleur, he used to say with a chuckle, the girl who decided to date me.

She loved the way he never used to say my girl, my woman.

She loved the way he loved her insecurities.

“They’re art”, he used to said.

She loved the way how he made all her dark insecurities a blank canvas which filled up with streaks of color as the minutes went by.

She loved the way he never asked for sex.

She realised that he wasnt a boy.

Boys like that her mother used to say.

But Bill didnt.

So she thought of Bill as a man.

At 19, she was expected to fight a battle.

She wasnt alone when she cried on the bathroom floor mourning her miscarriage. No, Bill was there.

At 19, she decided she had enough and hexed Ginny when she called her a Phlegm.

Sister in law be damned.

Bill didnt scream at her, or hurt her.

Her mother did but not him.

Oh, Bill laughed.

At 19, she lost her sister to the war.

At 19, she wished it was her instead.

At 20, she was happy.

With Bills hand squeezing hers, she named their child Victoire.

Not for the victory of the war.

But for the war they won in their hearts and souls.

At 22, Fleur became a speaker for feminism.

At 22, when her mother told her to lose weight because boys like girls who were thin and “oh what would Bill think?” , she said that Bill would like her even if she looked like “a zamned balon” and that she could care less if all the boys hated her.

Because a man loved her.

And it was more than enough.

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Problems of being a fangirl

Asexual as fuck for actual people.

Slutty bisexual for fictional characters.

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Draco Malfoy

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we tasted who we were swallow, and be consumed a placebo or an opiate nothing like who we are

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harry potter and the schools around the world + posters.

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Weasley is our King

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THESE ARE SO COOL! LOOK AT DRACO ASDFGHKJJL’AS