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King of Hearts Chapter 30

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Summary: Reader and Tom meet during their years at Hogwarts, but as the years pass a rivalry grows between the two of them, which leads from soft beginnings to tragic endings.

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" The necklace around you felt like a choker, constricting your airways. You sob as you violently yank it off, hearing the clasp break. You hold it in your hand as you begin to cry audibly. Your fingers grip the snow until you feel the coldness of it burn your hand."

Pairings: Tom x f!reader

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Chapter 30: Triwizard Tournament part II

When you woke up in the hospital, you couldn’t help but feel like the life was sucked out of you. Getting up from your resting position, you try to stretch as much as you can, taking in your surroundings. There were a few students that Crafince was tending to, nothing out of the ordinary. To your left however, there was a familiar face that was sound asleep. You smile as you try to get his attention.

“Archer, psst, Archer!” you whisper, trying not to disturb the other students in the ward.

Archer stirs in his sleep, his eyes slowly opening. He rubs his fingers against his eyes, blinking a few times before he fully looks at you.

“You’re finally awake, I was so worried.” he moves his chair closer to you, interlacing his fingers with yours.

“Were you here the entire time”

“It’s still early in the morning, I forwent breakfast to keep you company.”

You flick his forehead, sliding your fingers through his fluffy blonde hair.

“I don’t want you going hungry because of me. It’ll make me feel bad.”

“Can’t leave my best girl here alone now can’t I?”

The comment makes you feel flustered, something that you haven’t gotten used to entirely. It had been a month since the both of you started dating, but if you were being honest, it felt like longer. Maybe it’s because of the times the both of you spent together before, it all added up. Crafince notices that you’re awake and makes her way towards you.

“I see that you’ve finally woken up, any longer I would have used a wideye potion on you.” Crafince begins to examine you, making sure that you’re good to go.

Archer watches, but his growling stomach interrupts. Crafince gives him a brow and tells him to go eat immediately. Not wanting to get on her bad side, he pecks you goodbye and leaves out the door. Crafince continues with her checkup, making sure that she’s thorough.

“Alright, there’s nothing wrong with you. You may go, but do not do anything strenuous, I don’t want to see you here again for a while.”

Once you exit the hospital ward, you only take a few steps before you’re stopped. In front of you was Lucy. Last time you spoke to her, she didn’t really want to reconcile, so it wouldn’t be the best idea to reach out this time either. You try to walk around her, but she calls out to you.

“Y/n, wait.”

You look at her in surprise, not expecting her to even talk to you. She stays silent, almost as if she doesn’t know what to say to you. After taking a deep breath, she speaks.

“I realize that I haven’t been fair to you, or anyone else for that matter.” Lucy looks down at her shoes, you can see the redness on the tips of her ears. You remain quiet, not knowing what to say.

“It wasn’t right of me to be angry with you, or my brother and his relationship with Melissa. I wasn’t in the right state of mind when I said those things all those years ago.”

“What gave you this clarity?” you ask.

“When I saw how Melissa, Solomon, my brother, everyone was huddled together and cheering you on, I realized that I allowed my anger to prevent me from enjoying my life the way I want to. I wanted to join them and cheer you on, it hurt that my relationship with my brother was so cracked that I couldn’t even bear to sit next to him…”

Your eyes widen at her confession. It seemed as though she realized that her anger was misplaced. Instead of being angry at her brother, she should have been angry at her parents for trying to keep the pureblood beliefs that they held so dear.

“Is there any way that you can forgive me?” She whispers, her brows furrowing as she tries to maintain composure.

“I forgive you Lucy, but I think the person you need to talk with the most is Corrin. He was really hurt that day in the owlery.”

“I don’t even know how to approach that fool, I feel as though that bridge has been broken.” Lucy wipes her eyes with her sleeve.

“Nonsense, you guys are twins. That’s a bond that can never be broken,” you look at her with pity once you see the redness surrounding her eyes, “I’ll try to get a little meeting between the both of you. How does that sound?”

“You’d do that?” She asks in disbelief.

“I don’t want your guys’ friendship to be strained forever. We should end our journey at Hogwarts how we started it, together, as friends.”

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Luckily, Archer agreed to help get Corrin to a discussed meeting spot. The rest of the group also agreed, even Melissa. She especially was happy that Lucy wanted to reconcile with Corrin.

You recall that when you time traveled to the past, Dumbledore said something about the room of requirement. It was a perfect place to host a meeting that wouldn’t be visible to the eyes of the Fawley family's spies. When Corrin arrived with Archer, it would be an understatement to say that he wasn’t pleased to see Lucy there. In fact, he almost ran out of the room entirely. It took a while, but both of them were finally able to sit down and talk with each other. There was a lot of yelling, but thankfully, both of them were finally able to stand on common ground.

Lucy, after her conversation with her brother, approached Melissa.

“I’m sorry for any discomfort I may have caused you. I hope that you and my brother will be able to live a happy life together, one day.” Lucy says. She’s quickly embraced by Melissa.

“I can’t believe the fallout was in fourth year, it’s been almost two years since then.” Azalea whispers, earning an elbow from Naomi.

“I’m glad that everything turned alright. No burned bridges to report here.” Solomon appears from behind the two girls, frightening them.

“Don’t do that, at least walk a little loudly so we can hear you coming.” Azalea whispers harshly.

“I’ve been here the entire time, how could you not notice me?” Solomon retorts.

The two continue to bicker, but it doesn’t take away from what was truly important. Things seemed to be looking up.

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When it came time to go back to class, it was an understatement to say that you had more pairs of eyes on you. In almost every class you went to, you heard the students whispering while looking at you. Whether it be good or bad things, you’ll never know. It was in Charms class that you felt especially in the spotlight, with professor Elms directly complimenting you on your usage of spells during the first challenge of the tournament.

“How brilliant of you to use the magnifying glasses spell to your advantage. We only covered that once during third year, impressive of you to remember it, Miss l/n.”

“Thank you professor.” You say, a nervous laugh at the tip of your tongue.

Professor Elms nods with a smile, turning towards the blackboard. He uses his wand to etch in today’s lesson plan. For the past few weeks, all the sixth years were being introduced to nonverbal spells. As you write down your notes from the lecture, you think about the lessons with Dumbledore that you’ve had about your wandless and nonverbal magic skills. There was little improvement in the area, the most you were able to do was lift a few things, but even then it was a struggle.

It’s been two years since you last used that power successfully, the golden hue that swirled around your hand hadn’t been seen since. You began to wonder if it was just a one time thing. Even the search for answers revolving around your ancestors seemed futile, there was no book or person that knew of the Saphira’s. A last ditch effort would be to go look for your fathers side of the family, maybe they still have the medallion with the enchantment inside of it. That unfortunately was wishful thinking, you knew almost nothing about them.

Whilst tapping the tip of your quill against the piece of parchment laid out on your desk, your mind wanders to the restricted section of the library. Last time you tried to go in there, you were stopped by Tom. As more time passes, it just feels like he’s gaining more power than you can fight against. It was easy to work around him and break the rules when you were younger, but now he’s a prefect, he has more authority than before. Then again, you’re not really sure what kind of relationship you have with him now. He’s not dating Lela, so the animosity towards their relationship is gone, but it’s not like the both of you are two peas in a pod either. Other than the few words you say to each other during class or library, you don’t really speak to him that much.

Once class ends, you begin to pack up your belongings, but are stopped by professor Elms. He calls you up to his desk, digging through his drawers. He pulls out a black bottle that has a bulb atomizer attached to it.

“If it wouldn’t be too much to ask, could you please take this back to professor Slughorn. I borrowed it some time ago and was never able to give it back.”

“I don’t mind professor, but is there a reason why you can’t?” You asked out of pure curiosity, confused as to why Elms couldn’t just whisk his way down to the Slytherin dungeons himself.

“To tell you the truth, I was supposed to return it to him months ago. Slughorn doesn’t like it when his potions are taken for longer than they were asked for. If I were to return it to him now, it would just be a mess that I don’t care for.”

You remain quiet, not sure what to say. You didn’t think that you were old enough to be listening to tittle-tattle about your professors, but here you are.

“However, what I do know is that Slughorn does like students that hold promise and fame. You, miss l/n, are a star of Hogwarts. Holding the school's pride on your back as you fight your way through the Triwizard Tournament.”

“Professor, you can’t really be saying that you want me to give this to professor Slughorn because he’ll be more lenient with me…?”

“Well that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

You stand there flabbergasted. You’ve been asked to carry out tasks before, but this was something that felt like child's play. Were you really about to get in the middle of a potential quarrel between two professors over a potion? You sigh and take the potion from him, accepting the task. Taking a detour to the Slytherin dungeons wasn’t on your bucket list today, or ever actually. Once you had a chance to opt out of taking potions, you jumped at the opportunity.

Whilst walking down to the potions classroom, you think about all the times you had to drag yourself to class. Potions were always one of your weak points, you were thankful enough to be paired up with someone who was a little more capable. In any case, you were a bit better at brewing than when you were a first year, it seems as though practice is key.

When you reach the potions classroom, you open the door slightly and peek through. Slughorn was talking with a few students, but he seemed to notice you immediately.

“Y/n! To what do I owe the pleasure of your appearance?” he says rather joyfully.

“Hello professor, I just have something to return to you.” You hold out the bottle in your hand. Slughorn excuses himself from the conversation and walks up to you. The students he was talking to turn around, and it’s only then that you realize that the students were Tom and his friends. Abraxas you can recognize anywhere with his obnoxiously bright platinum hair, and Mulciber who was hunched over next to him.

“Doxicide? Yes, I recall giving this to Elm’s quite some time ago, I was wondering when he’d give it back. Thank you for bringing it to me,” Slughorn begins his journey back to his desk, “Join us in conversation will you?”

“I don’t think I'd have anything to add…” you laugh awkwardly, noticing the stares from the three Slytherin boys.

“Nonsense, I’m sure that the champion of Hogwarts must have plenty to add to our conversation.” Abraxus says, smiling mockingly.

You give him a skewed smile, unsure if you should actually respond to his comment.

“Abraxas.” Tom cuts in, looking at the blonde with a straight face. The blonde rolls his eyes and averts his gaze. Who knew that Tom had such control over his friends.

“Before you leave, I must commend you in your efforts for the first round of the Triwizard Tournament. You truly do know your way around magic.” Slughorn sits down, placing the Doxicide in one of his desk drawers.

“Thank you professor, I wasn’t expecting so many people to be watching.” You try to focus your gaze on Slughorn, not wanting to spare a glance towards the trio.

“Nonsense, the rivalry between houses may be apparent, but we all join together to see another school bite the dust now don’t we?” Slughorn turns towards the boys who nod intently, “Why, Tom and a few others joined me in watching you.”

You raise your brows in surprise, “They watched?” You ask, your voice quiet.

You finally look at them, Tom standing out from the three. Once he meets your gaze, he gives you a smile.

“You did well, your use of magic truly is remarkable.” Tom tilts his head slightly, his smile still visible.

You blink slowly, not sure what to do with the compliment. Sure, you and Tom have been on good terms as of late, but it’s not like you were expecting him to praise you. Heck, you didn’t even know that he was in the crowd watching you.

“Thank you.” You say, flashing a smile in return.

“I must say, that brute from Koldovstoretz had it coming. Attacking another contestant just to get ahead…actually it was quite smart.” Abraxas says, his lips curling upward.

“If he had been a little more careful with his temper, I’m sure he would have won.” Mulciber adds.

You roll your eyes at their comments. Not once in the past six years have you had a pleasant moment with them, and it sure isn’t going to start now. At least they haven’t outright said that you deserved to lose.

“Well, we can only hope that Hogwarts can achieve victory, but I’m sure y/n knows what she’s doing,” Slughorn gives you a sincere smile, it makes you feel at ease, as if it cut the tension in the room, “Actually y/n, I was hoping I could ask you to do something.”

“Oh, what is it?” You ask, but in your head you’re already wondering why you’re suddenly playing the role of errand girl.

“There is a special potion in the potions stockroom that I wish for you to have. Think of it as a gift for your endeavors.”

“A potion? What kind?” You ask.

“Well that is left to be determined, I wish not to speak of what it could be. However, if you are unsure of what it may be, take Tom with you.” Slughorn turns towards Tom, asking him to accompany you.

“I don’t think that’s necessary professor-” you begin to speak, but are quickly cut off by Tom, who quickly approaches you.

“Let us be off then.” He says before heading towards the door.

You take a look at Slughorn, who looks content with himself. Shooting a quick glance at Abraxas and Mulciber who seem to be staring at you with frowns on their faces, you sigh in defeat and follow Tom out the door. The walk to the potions stockroom was short, but it felt like eons had passed. You trudge behind Tom, his long legs carrying him oh so quickly down the halls. When did he get so tall in the first place?

“We’re here.” Tom opens the door with his wand.

The both of you step inside, the multiple shelves filled with bottles of all shapes and sizes, you were actually glad that Tom came with you, navigating through all of them would be a pain. He scans the shelves and reaches out for a small teardrop shaped bottle.

“What’s that supposed to be?” You ask, observing the clear liquid inside the bottle.

“Felix Felicis, the liquid luck potion.” Tom places the potion in your hands.

“Liquid luck? Is this Slughorn’s way of telling me that I need fortune on my side?”

“I’m sure you’re aware that he favors those that have promise, it seems that you have caught his eye.”

Your lip curls upward, “I’m surprised he didn’t give this to you, seeing how you’re his favorite student.”

“No need, I helped him brew it.”

“You helped him make this?” A soft laugh escapes your lips. It’s not surprising that he did, he always excels in his classes, “Are you sure that you don’t want it?”

Tom looks down at you with a straight face, “I have no need to take potions to better my chances, things will fall into place naturally.”

“You make it sound so ominous.” You lock eyes with him, a chill rushes down your spine.

His eyes seemed as though they were looking through your soul. You didn’t know if it was the dimly lit room that was toying with your vision, but you could swear that his eyes were a deep shade of red. If you remember correctly, his eyes were always brown. Tom noticed you staring at him deeply with intrigue. He moves closer until he’s level with you.

“Is there something you find interesting?” He asks, his voice in an almost whisper.

“Your eyes…were they always like that?”

“My eyes?” His brows furrow, a clear look of confusion on his face.

You laugh awkwardly, “Red, they’re red. I always thought they were brown-”

Tom pulls back from you, turning his back. He takes out his wand, light emanating from the tip. The light illuminates the entire room, almost every speck of dust now visible. He turns around and faces you again.

“My eyes aren’t red.” He scoffs.

And he was right. His eyes were the same brown that you always remembered. You blink rapidly, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness. Perhaps it really was just the dimness that confused your eyes.

“Apologies, I was mistaken.”

Tom lowers the brightness, noticing you covering your eyes with your hand.

“All is forgiven, but I fail to understand why you think I had red eyes. I’m not a snake.”

“Is snakes having red eyes a generalized statement?”

“No, but the one you keep on you certainly matches the description.”

“Orion?” It slipped your mind that Tom knew of her existence.

“Ah yes, that was her name wasn’t it?”

“Yes. I’m surprised that you remember her.”

“What else do you expect from a snake charmer like myself?” Tom brushes past you, exiting the room.

You let out a small huff of amusement. That was the nickname you had given him all those years ago, it was surprising that he still remembered it. You follow him out of the room, clutching onto the vial of liquid luck. Tom didn’t speak a word, rather he looked at you momentarily before walking away. It seemed as though this side quest assigned by Slughorn had run its course. You place the liquid luck inside the pocket of your robe, making your way out of the Slytherin dungeons.

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December rolled by, bringing with it snow and harsher winds. You began to write frequently to Nathan back home, it seems as though he and Dahlia are doing well for themselves with aunt Merin. You wrote that you’d definitely make an effort to come see him during the summer. Nathan’s letters, although full of the things he’s been doing in the countryside, also contain updates from the war. It seems as though things haven’t settled, the people are still afraid of what's to come.

Many of the students and staff at Hogwarts that have family in the muggle world grew sick with worry. They have a right to be. You can’t help but recall the last time you spoke with your father, the summer before fifth year. At times, you find yourself fiddling with your bracelet when you think about him.

“Are you doing okay?” Archer, who had been sitting across from you, puts down his glass of Butterbeer.

The two of you began to frequent the Three Broomsticks every weekend. It felt nice to get away from the castle and enjoy each other's company outside the hallways.

“I’m alright, just thinking about some stuff.” you adjust your bracelet one last time and give him a smile.

Archer reaches over and intertwines his fingers with yours. His hand was a little cold from holding onto the glass of Butterbeer, but the warmth quickly spread, blanketing you with comfort.

“You must have a lot on your plate right now, but remember to take it easy. The Yule Ball is coming up soon, so you’ll have that to look forward to.”

The Yule Ball, a celebration that would take place on the twenty-fifth. Students and teachers would dress in their best attire and dance the night away with a partner of their choice. It all sounded like something out of a fairytale, especially with all the dancing lessons.

“Exams, the ball, not to mention the next challenge of the tournament is in a few months…” You mindlessly rub your thumb against his hand, eyes growing slightly heavy. The fatigue always hits hard right before a school break.

“We’ll face them when they come, no use worrying about the future right now.”

“I suppose that’s true, it won’t do me any good if I lose my composure.”

Archer smiles and opens his mouth, but is quickly interrupted by a voice that suddenly appears behind you.

“Didn’t expect to see the both of you looking so lovesick.”

Without even turning your head, you knew exactly who it was. You glance at Archer who’s rolling his eyes.

“C’mon, can’t you intrude on someone else's date?” Archer asks.

Corrin walks to the side of the table with a grin. He and Melissa are still meeting in secret, but things have gotten easier now that they both have the room of requirement to see each other.

“Sorry to intrude on your date, but I need to let your girlfriend know something”

“What is it?” You ask.

“My sister wanted me to tell you that she’s waiting for you. Something about dress shopping.”

Your face drops at the realization. You had told Lucy that you’d meet her and the others to pick out dresses for the ball.

“Oh no… I completely forgot.” You sigh, looking over at Archer with pleading eyes.

“Don’t worry about me, go do what you need to do.”

Archer gives a warm smile, something that you return with a quick peck on the lips before you rush out of the inn.

“She sure is something.” Corrin says, taking a seat across from Archer.

“That she is, it’s quite endearing.” Archer finishes his glass of Butterbeer, letting out a deep breath of satisfaction.

“I take it that you haven’t told her yet.” Corrin says.

Archer grows quiet, avoiding eye contact. The smile that was once there quickly turned into frown. He relaxes his shoulders and leans back into the chair.

“It’s just going to cause more problems the longer you wait to tell her. Are you going to wait until the day of?” Corrin asks.

“No, I just don’t want her to worry more than she already is. I barely managed to convince my parents and aunt to wait until the night of the ball…”

“Don’t let the grass grow under your feet, mate. She’ll be heartbroken either way, but if you wait any longer, it will just get worse.”

“Don’t say it like that, the last thing I want is for her to be heartbroken. I just don’t know why my parents had to decide to move now of all times.” Archer runs his hand through his hair, frustration growing by the second.

“The war is getting bad, in the muggle and wizarding world. Your folks just want to be safe.”

“And is it safe across the world? Away from everyone and everything I’ve ever known?”

“You could still write letters, you can make it work-”

“Be real with me here. Could I possibly make anything work through letters, especially with her? I’ve seen how distressed she looks when she writes to her brother knowing that she can’t see him. Imagine how she’d feel writing to me when I'm on a different continent.”

Corrin stays silent, his mind running dry of any possible solutions. He remembers how hard it was to stay apart from Melissa, but he had the privilege of at least seeing her at school. With the way things are going for his friend, their romance would be cut short by the end of December.

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Back at Hogwarts, you meet with the girls in the room of requirement. Lucy introduces a woman dressed in a deep burgundy robe and a witch hat. Small opalescent wings sit on her back, every flutter creates a jingle noise.

“This is Madam Constance, she’s my seamstress.” Lucy says.

“Don’t be modest dear, I am far more than just your seamstress,” Constance clears her throat as she looks at everyone, “Good day to you, I am Madam Constance. I’ve run my own boutique for the past ninety years, specializing in formal wear as well as uniforms and luxury apparel.”

“I managed to convince her to make all of our dresses. Of course, you guys won’t be paying anything. All the money will be paid for by my family.” Lucy walks back to the group and takes a seat.

“Your family? The pure blood fanatics-” Azalea’s comment is quickly cut off by Naomi, who elbows her side.

“Don’t say that, it’s still her family.” Naomi chides.

“Don’t worry about it, she’s right. Besides, when I meant my family, I meant me. I’ve had some savings set aside for occasions such as this.” Lucy smiles, gesturing towards Madam Constance to continue.

“I’ll take each of your measurements one by one, in the meantime you’re welcome to look at the catalogues I've brought with me. If anything piques your fancy, let me know,” Constance scans the group, her finger pointing outward as she locks into her target, “You there with the red curls, you’re first.”

Azalea takes a deep breath, giving the others a smile before she walks towards Constance. A measuring tape appears from a puff of smoke, wrapping itself around her limbs. Constance begins to write down her measurements, inspecting her closely as she does.

Naomi grabs one of the catalogues, immediately flipping through the pages. Inside are what seems to be hundreds of designs and accessories, each one unique in its own way. Constance doesn’t seem to shy away from muggle influence either, even having some famous movie stars in the corner dressed in their best.

You stare at the pages as Naomi flips through them. You never got the chance to go see a movie before you left the muggle world, so many of these people are unknown. Luckily, Naomi does a wonderful job filling in the gaps.

“This is Hedy Lamarr, she’s renowned as one of the most beautiful women in cinema. I hope that I get to see her movies one day. I've only ever heard about them, but her pictures are everywhere.” Naomi stops at a specific image of her in a star dress. The large and intricate headdress is what draws your attention. It surrounds her in stars, making her look as though she’s too ethereal to be just a human.

“The blonde, please come here.” Constance motions her hand as Azalea swiftly walks back to her seat.

Naomi hands off the catalogue to you, jogging to the seamstress with a smile on her face. The other girls now crowd around you as you begin to flip the pages. Everyone points to different dresses that they want, the catalogue being pulled from your hands at some point.

When the time for your measurements to be taken comes, your mind keeps replaying all the pretty dresses you saw. Perhaps asking for Constance’s opinion about which one would be the best choice of action, it’s not every day that you get to dress up and go to a ball.

“I take it that you’re the representative for Hogwarts?” Constance says.

“Yes, for the tournament.”

“In that case, I have my work cut out for me. I will not have you picking just any dress. I will make one for you, one that has never been seen before.” The measuring tape wraps around your limbs, Constance scribbling down your measurements.

“What kind of dress are you suggesting?” you ask.

“Well, I’m open to any suggestions that you may have. Did anything catch your eye?”

You think for a moment, eyes landing on her wings. With every flutter, they seem to shine brilliantly. The different colors radiating off of them enchant you in a way that couldn’t be described with words.

“Your wings. They’re rather lovely. A dress encapsulating that would be wonderful.”

Constance raises her brow, her neck turning to catch a glimpse of her wings. She gives you a knowing smirk.

“My, you do know how to flatter someone. Very well, I will capture that essence in your dress. Anything else?”

“There was this headdress I saw in that catalogue,” You look back to your friends who are giggling with the pages in their hands, “The actress, Hedy Lamarr, she was wearing this beautiful crown made of stars.”

“It truly is wonderful, but a little too dramatic for an occasion such as this. I’ll fix you up with something more subtle. Now go run along back to your friends, that’s enough for today.”

Melissa was the next one to be called. You took your seat next to Naomi and looked through the rest of the Catalogues. It felt like a fairytale, to dress up all pretty and dance with your boyfriend. After all the turmoil, this felt like a reward for making it this far. It would be a night to remember.

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A few days later, a harsh blizzard swept through the open halls of Hogwarts. If students weren’t wearing their winter clothes before, the gusty winds and cold snow surely convinced them to.

You paced up and down the halls with a textbook in your hands, clinging onto the loose pages that peeked from the corners. A herbology quiz wasn’t something that you were looking forward to, but since it was in a few hours you had no choice but to stick your nose in your books.

“Fluxweed is used to make a polyjuice potion…” Each time you breathe in, the cold air cuts through your nose like a knife.

“How many scruples do you need to make the potion?” Melissa rubs her hands together to create warmth. She’d been helping you study for the past hour.

“Sixteen…?” You stare off into space, searching through your brain to see if that was the right answer.

“That's right, but you should sound more confident. Second guessing yourself during an exam will just lead to bad answers.”

You shut the textbook dramatically, taking a seat next to her. She offers you her hand which is readily warm, a nice contrast to the cold atmosphere.

“I can’t believe we’re waiting for their class to end like this. It’s so cold.” You whisper.

“They’d do the same for us, that’s what couples do. It’s a happy coincidence that Corrin and Archer have the same class, we don’t have to wait alone.”

“Except for the fact that you and Corrin still can’t be seen together. Are you going to meet in the room of requirement?”

“Of course, I go in first, and he follows a few minutes later. It’s worked well so far.” Melissa grins, the warmth from her hand growing.

Not too long later, students begin to crowd the halls again. In the midst of the chaos, you notice Archer walking with Corrin. You give Melissa a knowing look and she nods. Even though she hated it, Melissa knew that staying a good distance away from Corrin was the only way she could keep things on the down low. You weave your way past the students and reach the two boys.

“Hey.” You kiss Archer on the cheek, something he returns with delight.

Corrin rolls his eyes at the public display of affection, something that Melissa could see perfectly from where she was sitting.

“How was class?” You ask.

“As good as it could get. Charms class isn’t as exciting as it used to be.” Corrin replies.

“Well I enjoyed it. We learned the cleaning charm today, something I think that you should have been paying attention to.” Archer raises his brow at Corrin's nonchalant nature.

“Are you suggesting that I’m messy?” Corrin asks.

“It’s not a suggestion, mate.” Archer stares sternly, but quickly lets out a huff of laughter.

“Exams are coming to a close soon. Did you want to go to Hogsmeade this weekend?” You ask.

Archer frowns slightly, sighing.

“I wish I could but… I have something to do, it can’t wait.”

“What is it?” You ask. Almost every weekend was spent at Hogsmeade, seeing as how it was the only way the both of you could get alone time.

“I have to meet with my aunt, I’ll tell you about it later.” With a kiss on the temple, Archer rushes off.

“He’s been acting weird, what’s going on?” You turn to Corrin, hoping to get some answers.

“Nothing, you heard him. That meeting with his aunt’s got him stressed.”

“Right…” You look Corrin up and down with a raised brow before leaving.

Thinking that he’s free from trouble, Corrin exhales heavily. His eyes wander towards where Melissa is sitting, expecting a tender smile from her as always. He’s surprised when he’s met with a scowl. She gestures her head to the side, getting up and walking away. That was the signal for him to meet her in the room of requirement.

A few minutes pass before Corrin follows down the same hallway. The path to the room of requirement is usually empty, so neither of them needed to worry about being seen. After entering the room, he sees Melissa with the same look as earlier.

“What’s wrong, usually you’re happy when we see each other.” Corrin slugs his bag off of his shoulder, letting it fall on the floor.

“What’s going on with Archer?” Melissa asks.

Corrin stops in his tracks, “What do you mean?”

“I may not have been present in the conversation, but I heard what was said. He’s never been one to put off a date with Y/n.”

Corrin laughs, “You heard that? Don’t tell me you used a hearing charm.”

“Corrin Fawley, don’t try to divert this conversation. He’s in my Transfiguration class, I’ve seen him dozing off and not paying attention. It’s unlike him. Tell me what’s going on.”

Corrin stays quiet for a moment before answering, “He’s my friend, Mel…”

“And Y/n is mine, if there’s something that he’s not telling her-”

“It’s not that simple!” Corrin quickly cuts in, “It’s a very delicate matter.” he softens his eyes, hoping that Melissa would drop the topic.

“I don’t want Y/n to be hurt. Please, Corrin.”

Corrin contemplates. Archer had asked him to keep the situation of his move a secret from you, but he didn’t say anything about telling anyone else. With the way that Melissa was looking at him, he would not make it out of the room alive if he kept it from her any longer.

“He’s…moving.” He says.

Melissa’s brows furrow, “He’s moving? To where?”

“America?”

“AMERICA?!” Melissa exclaims, “When, how long have you known?”

“Only for a little while. He said he’s going to move after the Yule Ball.”

Melissa stares at him, waiting for him to say that all of this was a joke.

“And he won’t be coming back after he moves…” Corrin adds.

Melissa’s fingers lace through her hair in despair. Hundreds of thoughts run through her mind. She knows how much you love Archer, and hearing that he won't be here in a few weeks will absolutely destroy you.

“Is there any way to make him stay?” She asks.

“I offered, but his family is adamant that he comes. There’s no solution to this.”

“When is he planning on telling her, the Yule Ball is two weeks away. Don’t tell me that he’s going to wait until the day of?”

“No, he said that he just doesn’t want to make her more worried. She’s already stressed enough as is, according to him anyway.”

“No, that’s not a good enough answer. He needs to tell her now. The Yule Ball is her night, she’s the one representing Hogwarts in the tournament, and she shouldn’t have to be told that her boyfriend is leaving that night.”

Corrin flashes her a worried look, “What do you want me to do?”

“Tell him to tell her that he’s leaving. I don’t want her crying during the ball.” Melissa picks up her bag and Corrin does the same.

The both of them walk out of the room of requirement. The hall was empty as usual. Melissa lets out a deep breath, but quickly becomes alert when she hears the sound of footsteps scurry around a corner.

“Corrin…” She whispers.

“Go, I’ll check it out.”

Melissa walks the other way, hurrying so that she could get away from him. It wouldn’t be good if someone saw them together. She bites her lip as she walks, hoping that Corrin could talk care of whoever was there.

Corrin walks towards the source of the noise, but when he turns the corner, no one is there. The anxiety deep in his heart rose to his throat. He heard the noise, and there’s no way that someone could have walked away that quickly. He stood there for a moment, trying to look for any sign of movement, but there was none. Deciding that nothing was there, he walks away, not wanting to draw attention to himself.

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The weekend passed by in a flash, despite it being uneventful. Flipping through your textbooks wasn’t how you were expecting it to go, but it was all you could do. The upcoming exams along with Archer not being available left you bored in the Ravenclaw common room. Thankfully, the beginning of a new week meant that classes would resume.

DADA is the first class of the morning, luckily it was one of the ones you were studying over the weekend.

You forego breakfast so you could get to the classroom early. With tired eyes, you turn a corner and run directly into someone. Now alert, you scan the person in front of you, relaxing when you recognize the figure.

“Archer, it’s just you. What are you doing here?”

“Hey there, I just came here to talk to you. I’m really sorry I couldn’t meet you over the weekend.” Archer leans in to embrace you.

“It’s fine, I got my work done. How was the meeting with your aunt?”

“That’s what I need to talk to you about, actually.” His usual blue eyes grew dull, it was as though he was hesitating.

“What is it?”

Archer tugs on your arm, pulling you away from the crowd of students that walk by. The both of you end up in one of the empty corridors.

Archer continues to hesitate before he speaks, “The meeting with my aunt was to discuss me and my family moving.”

A look of confusion appears on your face, but you couldn’t help but laugh at the sudden revelation. He looked this worried because his family was moving?

“That’s fine, Archer,” You run your hand along his arm, “Moving can be stressful, but there’s no need for you to look this worrisome.”

“No…you don’t understand. I’m moving far, I’m moving to America.” He barely manages to get the last part out. Watching your face go from relief to dread was something that tugged at his heart strings.

“A-America?” You whisper unknowingly, “Why, why would you move there?”

“The muggle war and the wizarding war has impacted my family deeply. My aunt works for the ministry, she managed to convince my parents that it’s too dangerous to stay here.”

You remain silent, not knowing what to say.

“One of Grindelwald's acolytes attacked my relatives not too long ago. They worked for the ministry and wound up getting too close to his regime, and for that they paid the price. My aunt doesn’t want to take any more chances, especially since Grindelwald has already attacked Hogwarts once.”

“But…it’s safe here now. There hasn’t been an attack for years.”

“I know, and I told her that. The fact is that he still hasn’t been defeated still puts us at risk. I couldn’t convince her to let me stay.”

“When are you leaving…?” you didn’t know why you asked, knowing the answer would have hurt you regardless.

“The night of the Yule Ball.”

You laugh, it was all you could do. Things were going so good, of course something bad had to happen to derail any of the progress you’ve made.

“This is…quite the predicament, isn’t it?” you say in between your fits of laughter.

“Y/n…” Archer whispers. He could see the tears forming in the corners of your eyes, and he knew you didn’t want them to fall. He leans in once more, wrapping his arms around you. It was only then did you cry, letting your tears fall onto his robe.

“I’m sorry it has to be this way.” He whispers, holding you tighter.

You remained in his arms until class was about to start. Archer wiped away your remaining tears before kissing you on the forehead. You keep your head low as you walk to class. From your limited vision, there was only one person in the class. You trudge along and sit in your seat, next to the only person in the room.

Tom, who was reading a book on god knows what, takes a glance at you. He notices your attempt at masking the sniffles from your nose, and how you refuse to show your face.

“Not going to talk today?” He asks.

You don’t reply, instead taking out your textbook along with your paper and quill. Your movements are sluggish, as if you’ve had the life drained out of you, something that he picks up on as well.

“If you’re planning on falling asleep in class, I recommend you sit at the back of the room.” He smiles to himself, flipping the page of his book.

It was only then that you turned to face him. Your eyes were red and puffy from crying, and the rest of your face looked as though you went face to face with a dementor. Tom looks surprised at your sullen demeanor, it was unusual to not have you fight back with quips of your own.

“I’m not planning on falling asleep.” You mutter, placing your bag on the back of your seat.

“Did you…fall on your face on your way here?” He says, glancing at you to gauge your reaction. As he expects, you’re not amused.

“Must you always make jokes at my expense?” You ask.

“Apologies, I was trying to lighten my mood. Abraxas says that I need to ‘lighten up’.” Tom emphasizes the last part, something you mindlessly scoff at.

“Why do you need to do that?”

“Apparently I’ve been a stick in the mud recently. I figured I’d start this new chapter of my life with you.”

“Don’t bother, I’m not in the mood.” You turned your face again, aggressively rubbing at your nose.

Tom rolls his eyes, going through his robe to find his wand. He pokes the side of your cheek with the tip, making you turn your head. You raise your brow in what looked like disgust. Before you could ask what he was doing, a bright light shined in your face. The sudden brightness caused you to shield your face with your hands.

“What the bloody hell are you doing?!” You ask, rubbing your eyes.

“You don’t look good with that face of yours. I was doing you a favor,” A glow emits from his wand again, a mirror conjured onto the table, “Take a look.”

You grab the small frame of the mirror and hold it in front of your face. The redness and puffiness from your face was gone, it was as if you never cried at all.

“I don’t see why you need to concern yourself with my appearance.” You put the mirror down in front of him.

Tom smiles, “I don’t want to sit next to someone who’s a mess.”

“Then allow me to remove myself.” You get up off your seat, about to collect your things, but Tom grabs your wrist.

“Did that spell mess with your brain? You’re not a mess anymore.” He says.

“You’re so frustrating-”

“Class is starting.” he pulls you down into your chair. Students begin to flood the classroom, along with professor Merrythought.

You clench your teeth, but decide to let the anger pass. Tom has always been like this, annoying, and he always will be.

By the time class ended, you quickly pack your things and angrily walk out of the classroom, bumping shoulders with Abraxas who was standing outside the classroom.

“Pardon you, little Ravenclaw.” he says, something that you ignore.

Tom exits the classroom a few seconds later, meeting up with Abraxas.

“It seems as though our little champion has had her feathers ruffled.” Abraxas says whilst smirking.

“Merlin knows why. I even fixed her up, she was crying.”

“Is that so?” The smirk on Abraxas’ face turned into a grin, “Trouble in paradise, I assume.”

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It wasn’t long until your group of friends heard what happened. Naomi kept you company in the dorms whenever you didn’t feel like leaving. It was hard, but you knew that you had to go out. Whatever time you had left with Archer, you needed to cherish. But even though he hadn’t left yet, it felt like he was already gone. Every time the both of you held hands, you could feel his hand hold you tighter, as if he didn’t want to let go.

As a last ditch effort, you confided in Dumbledore. It wasn’t anything new to tell him things, you had been doing it for years. This time around however, he played a different role than just a professor. He played the role of your father, adoptive father.

Whatever time you did meet with him, you just couldn’t talk. Dumbledore took great pity on the situation. He even went as far as to talk to Dippet, but unfortunately everything had been set into stone.

Currently, you were sulking in his office room, sitting in one of the cushion chairs. You cried enough for one week, there was nothing else left to get out.

Dumbledore sighs, waving his hand as a teapot pours you a fresh cup of tea.

“Have you been eating well?” He asks.

You don't answer.

“I understand that you’re heartbroken, Y/n, but you cannot stay like this forever.”

“Heartbroken? He hasn’t even left yet, the heartbreak hasn’t even begun.” you say.

“Exactly. Enjoy the time you have with him, he’s still here. There’s no use sulking about right now while you still have him.”

“But how can I possibly enjoy the time I have with him knowing that as each hour passes he’s just closer to leaving?”

“By talking with him, being with him.”

“I do! I do all of those things, but it doesn’t help the feeling deep inside of me. I hold onto him for as long as possible, I- I don’t think that I can bear to lose him.” your voice cracks at the end, breathing growing slow as you feel the surge of emotions rumble in your chest.

Dumbledore grabs a handkerchief from his pocket, walking up to you and offering it. You take it and wipe your face. There was only one more week until the Yule Ball, one more week until Archer leaves Hogwarts for good.

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Regardless of how you felt, you knew that you had to cherish each moment with him. Every hour that the both of you weren’t in class or busy with other things, you were joined at the hip. Things felt normal again for a moment, as if there was nothing wrong, it made you feel calm and reassured. It was a fleeting feeling, but a welcome one nonetheless.

A week passed by in a flash, and before you knew it, you were wearing the dress that Madam Constance made for you. It was a stunning off the shoulder ivory gown. The hem was detailed with opalescent streaks, reflecting light every time you moved. The bodice had detailing of what looked to be butterfly wings that also reflected color. Constance puts the finishing touches by placing a necklace around your neck. A chain that hung a star inside was a gem that complimented the colors of your dress, it was beautiful.

“My, you look absolutely radiant. I apologize that I couldn’t get you your head piece, but I opted for the necklace instead.” Constance says, fixing your dress.

“It’s no worries, it looks lovely.” You say. Looking at yourself in the mirror, it looks as though you walked right out of a fairytale book. You ruffle with the skirt of the dress, watching as the colors dance in the light.

Your friends got ready before you, all dressed in the dresses that Madam Constance had made for them. This is what life is supposed to be. Having fun with friends, experiencing wonderful things, yet here you are feeling as though your wrists are tied with bricks.

“C’mon Y/n, it’s almost time for you and the other champions to make their entrance!” Azalea says. She looked stunning in her dark green gown, it complimented her eyes well.

“Coming.” You say, allowing Constance to give one last look at you before you leave. She smiles as you walk away, proud of her work.

You walk down the hall with the others towards the great hall. It had been renovated to look like a ballroom. The hall was adorned with winter inspired decor, courtesy of the professors.

Both Vadim and Elisa stood at the doors with their dates, Archer standing behind them. He did a double take when he saw you, mouth parting in amazement. You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction.

“Hey.” you say, grabbing his hand.

“You look… You look like a princess.” He says, looking at you completely marveled.

“Thank you. You look quite handsome as well.”

The doors to the great hall open, and one by one each of the champions enter. There’s a great round of applause for each, yet you can’t help but be nervous as you begin to walk through the doors. Inside you can see familiar faces, your peers, and professors. The room was cold, but nothing too overbearing.

Archer holds your hand tighter as the music starts. He leads you onto the dance floor, hand going to your waist as he leads you in the dance. Looking into his eyes, you forget about all the worries that have been clouding your mind for the past two weeks. It’s just you and him right now. He spins you in the air, an action that makes the crowd roar with applause.

“She cleans up well, I never imagined that rambunctious girl would dance like that.” Abraxas, who had been dressed in a black dress robe, smiles keenly as he watches you and Archer dance.

“She had her own strengths that still continue to surprise us. Doesn’t seem as though she’s glum anymore.” Tom stands next to him wearing a similar suit, courtesy of the Malfoy family.

“I heard that he’s leaving tonight.” Abraxas says.

“I wasn’t aware you cared for their relationship.” Tom replies.

“I don’t, I just think that it’s such a beautiful opportunity. When she’s left at her most vulnerable, I do wonder who will be there to pick up the pieces.” Abraxas moves his glance towards Tom who does the same. Both of them smile as they drink from their cup.

You and Archer leave the dance floor, meeting up with your group of friends. Solomon and Aster are there dressed in their finest, along with Lucy and Azalea who were conversing.

“There’s our lovely duo. Did the dancing tire you both?” Solomon asks.

“It was starting to get crowded, best to get off the stage before we knocked into someone.” Archer says whilst laughing.

“It was wonderful while it lasted. This dress is so lightweight, give Madam Constance another thank you from me.” You turn to Lucy who’s wearing a deep orange gown. She smiles in return, giving you a nod.

“Where’s Naomi?” You ask.

“She’s dancing with her date.” Azalea points towards the dance floor. You turn to look, seeing Naomi having fun on the dance floor.

“And I suppose the other two…” Archer whispers.

“They’re in the room.” Lucy whispers back.

Melissa and Corrin would never be able to dance out here without being chastised. The room of requirement was their sanctuary, and thank goodness for that. The room was filled with pure blood fanatics who wouldn’t hesitate to tell Corrin and Lucy’s father.

As the night went on, the festivities continued. Filled with laughter and joy, no one paid attention to the time. You were dancing with Melissa who returned from her rendezvous with Corrin when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning you saw Archer who looked somber. The smile vanished from your face as you realized what it meant. It was time.

Your hand reaches for his, gripping it tightly as the both of you walk out of the great hall. Melissa walks back to your friends, whispering about what just happened. All of them look with worry as you disappear into the darkness of the castle.

Archer brings you outside the castle where it’s snowing. He turns to face you, cupping your face with his hands.

“Forgive me?” He whispers.

“For what…you haven’t done anything wrong.” You mutter, feeling the sting of tears crowd in your eyes.

“You know what I mean,” He laughs slightly, but his eyes begin to gloss over, “I love you, y/n. I hope you remember that.”

“You can’t be saying that while you’re in the middle of leaving me.”

“I mean it. I’ve only been able to hold you like this for a few months, but with how long I’ve known you… It feels like a lifetime.”

“I want it to be a lifetime.” you whisper, feeling the warmth of your tears run down your cheek.

“I want it too, I’m sorry it had to turn out this way.” He kisses you on the forehead.

“I’m sorry that you have to transfer to Ilvermorny.” You say, trying to lighten the mood.

“I’ll try to manage.” He hugs you tighter.

A pair of footsteps cause the both of you to part. A tall woman stands near the bridge that connects Hogwarts to the mountain side. Her blond hair was tied back, she wore dark robes and boots.

“Archer, it’s time for us to leave.” She says.

Looking behind her, there’s a carriage. It must be his aunt, the one who works for the ministry. Archer looks at you once more, embracing you tightly. You breathe him in one last time, your heart pounding as you feel him pull away.

“Take care of yourself, y/n. I don’t want you staying sad forever.” He pecks you on the lip before he begins to walk away.

You watch him as he goes, as his aunt wraps her arm around their shoulder as they begin to walk towards the carriage. A word didn’t leave your mouth as you watched both of them get inside the carriage and take off into the sky. They disappear into the night sky, and it was only then that you felt the weight of it all hit you. He’s gone.

You fall to your knees, onto the snow. Your heart is beating like crazy, it feels like you can’t breathe. The necklace around you felt like a choker, constricting your airways. You sob as you violently yank it off, hearing the clasp break. You hold it in your hand as you begin to cry audibly. Your fingers grip the snow until you feel the coldness of it burn your hand. Why do all the good things leave you? You wonder while the tears fall down, searing your cold face. The cold air enters into your lungs, making it hurt all the more.

You remain like this for who knows how long, letting yourself be wrapped in the cold of the snow.

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When you decide to walk back into the castle, you feel as though you have no soul left. Your dress is crumpled, your face red and tear stained, not to mention the slight purple tinges on your fingertips. You walk through the dimly lit halls, one hand on the wall to keep you steady. After a few near stumbles, you rest and lean against the wall. Your mind feels clouded, nothing feels real. Closing your eyes, you try to calm your breathing, chills flowing through your body.

“My, you look like hell.” Someone says.

You open your eyes, adjusting your position to see who it was.

“Tom?” You whisper, your voice hoarse from the crying.

“You would be correct,” He walks closer to you, “This would be the second time that I’ve seen you with that kind of face.”

He takes note of your tear ridden face, wrinkled dress, and then finally to your hands. He saw the purple on the fingertips of one, the other hand was clenched around your necklace.

“Leave me be…” You whisper, trying to walk, but your legs turn to jello. You fall onto your knees once more.

“I can’t, there’s no way you’re going to make it anywhere on your own.” He bends down, gently taking your hand in his own. He examines the discoloration of your fingers up close and clicks his tongue.

“You need to see the matron, but unfortunately she’s out for the night.” He says.

You don’t reply, instead taking a deep breath to compose yourself.

“No matter, I’ll treat you instead. Up up up.” He grabs your waist with another hand, hoisting you up.

“Good god man, what will it take for you to leave me alone.” you say as he begins to walk you towards the hospital wing.

“You’re telling me that you’d rather let me let you rot in the hallway?”

“I think that would be the best for both of us.”

Tom rolls his eyes at your comment. When you reach the hospital wing, it’s empty. You sit down on a bed, staring blankly at one of the walls.

“Lucky for you, I know some healing spells of my own.” He pulls out a chair and sits in front of you. Taking one of your hands, he places his wand above, a faint glow emitting from the tip.

The purple from your fingers disappear, your hands feel warm now, yet you still don’t say anything. Tom gets up from his chair and points his wand at you directly, a familiar white glow engulfs you. He had returned your appearance to normal. With another flick of his wand a mirror floats in front of you. You look exactly as you did at the beginning of the ball, it was as if nothing had happened.

Tom circles back and reaches for the necklace that you tossed to the side of the bed.

“Reparo.” He says, within seconds the clasp of the necklace was fixed. He looked at you as you stared at yourself in the mirror, still staying silent.

Tom drapes the necklace over your neck, fiddling with it.

“You know, I saw something peculiar a few weeks ago…” He begins to say. You still don’t have a reaction, he smiles to himself at your despondency

“I was walking through one of the halls and I saw two people exit from what seems like nowhere. I think you know these people, what were their names? Corrin and your friend Melissa I think.”

His words made your heart stop for a moment, your eyes growing wide. You slowly turn your neck to look him in the face. He stares down at you with an innocent smile.

“What…” you whisper.

“Nothing much, they just appeared out of the walls. I thought that they weren’t allowed to be together, Lela told me while we were still together.” He turns your neck forward so you can continue to look at yourself in the mirror. He sees as fear spreads through your face, something that amuses him.

Before he clasps the necklace together, you latch onto it, turning your entire body around to face him.

“How did you find them?” You ask, body trembling.

“I was walking around and just happened to see them. Are they still seeing each other?” He asks, fiddling with the necklace.

You grab his arms, desperation taking over you.

“Please, please don’t tell anyone. I’m begging you.” You plead.

Tom looks surprised that you grabbed hold of him, but he doesn’t do anything to get out of your grip.

“Who said I would tell? I’m not a monster you know…but.”

“But?”

“If you’re willing to do something for me, then I will permanently keep quiet about this.”

“What, what do you want? I’ll do anything.”

Tom smiles, “Win.”

You’re taken aback by his request.

“Win? Win what?” you ask.

“The Triwizard Tournament.”

You furrowed his brows. Why would he want you to win the Triwizard Tournament? What good would that do for him?

“Why that of all things?” You ask.

“Don’t worry yourself with that,” He moves you to face the mirror again, wrapping the necklace around your neck and clasping it in place, “Just win the tournament and those two can be as happy as they want to be.”

You look at yourself in the mirror, the glint of the gem on your necklace was the only thing you could focus on. Tom's hands remain on your shoulders as you try to calm your breathing.

“Will you keep your promise?” You ask.

“Of course, I never break a promise.” He leans down, you can see him in the mirror now. You saw a glow of red. Rubbing your eyes you look again, and it's gone. Why do you keep thinking that his eyes are red?

“I’ll do it then.” You move away and get off the bed.

“I’m sure the champion of Hogwarts will be able to win. Fate rests in your hands, y/n.”

“You make strange requests, Tom.”

Tom grins, “It’s not strange for me. Now, run along now, the ball is still lively. Your date may not be here anymore, but that doesn’t mean you still can’t have fun.”

Your heart clenches at the mention, but you bite your lip and walk away. Tom remains in the hospital wing, looking at his own hand. He recalls the warmth of your body when he held you. That warmth does something to him, to his heart specifically. It’s an irritating feeling, as though all of his ambitions disappear whenever he’s too close to you.

He barely managed to make the request of winning the tournament. Merlin when you were in his arms, all he could think about was your tear stained face. Why did it pain him to see you like this? Why does he want to turn into a hopeless wizard whenever he’s with you? Putting on a front does no good when he’s with you, it irritates him to no end.

“Curses.” he mutters, running his hand through his hair. He needed to understand why he felt like this before he did something he regrets.

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bubblefina · 4 months ago

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Heyyyyy i really hope youre doing well <3

I love your tom riddle fanfic so much and i was wondering when the next chap would be out? i dont wanma be pushy its just that i cant waitt for the next chapter to be out loll and tysmmmm for writing this cuz tbh its one of the best out there, i love your work xoxo

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I'm doing well, I hope you are too <3

I've been working on the next chapter bit by bit whenever I have the chance. I've gained some inspiration for writing again so it's coming together faster than before. I don't have an exact date of when it will be out, but it will have a lot of drama!!

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bubblefina · 5 months ago

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bubblefina · 5 months ago

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Thank you so much for continuing the king of hearts series, I love it so much! I come back every now and then to see if there's a new chapter and I'm so grateful that you've dedicated so much time to it! Tysm and I hope you have lots of rest this year, as well as good luck in continuing your studies <3

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King of Hearts Chapter 29

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Summary: Reader and Tom meet during their years at Hogwarts, but as the years pass a rivalry grows between the two of them, which leads from soft beginnings to tragic endings.

What the characters look like!

" “Y/n, can I ask you something?” he asks, his voice slightly hushed by the scarf, but you could still hear him.

“What is it?”

“Do you want to perhaps…go out with me?” "

Pairings: Tom x f!reader

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Chapter 29: Triwizard Tournament part I

A gentle breeze swept through the air, carrying separated petals of flowers along with it. It wasn’t often that the sun would shine this brightly, so soaking it in before the term started felt like the best choice. The turmoil of fifth year didn’t have as harsh of a grasp on your heart, but that didn’t mean you forgot about it. No, not at all. The fuzzy memories ran through your head as you looked through your fingers at the blue sky above. Maybe in a perfect world, you could be spending the summer with your family, but life couldn’t be that easy.

Slight movement in the grass made you turn your neck to the side, a familiar sight of white and pink appeared before you.

“Finally decided to give me a visit, ol girl?” you laugh, getting up from your laying stance. You stick out your arm, to which she gladly slithers around, resting along your shoulder.

Orion would visit from time to time, and she’s grown quite a bit. Not being able to fit inside your pocket anymore, she decides to spend her days wandering the Hogwarts campus, probably interacting with other animals on the castle grounds. Luckily, she took it upon herself to keep you company throughout the summer. Even if she couldn’t talk, it was much better than spending it alone, talking to yourself.

Dumbledore couldn’t always be there, so you were alone for the most part. You never thought you’d be saying this, but you’re so glad that the new term would start in a few weeks. The boredom has practically been eating you alive, but…there was something welcoming about the peace. It was the first summer, the first break that you didn’t end up arguing with someone. The peace of mind quickly flees once you think about your dad, it was the first summer without him too. Biting your lip, you toy with the bracelet around your wrist, the one he was always so adamant that you wear. He never got to tell you what was so special about it, and you practically gave up looking for his side of the family after leaving home.

“Dang it…” You felt the tears sting your eyes, nose scrunching up as the memories flooded your mind. You thought you got better at handling your emotions, but it seems as though some things manage to pull the strings a little too hard.

The wind became colder, a little too cold for someone who was wearing a thin blouse. Standing on your feet, you look out upon the horizon from your hill. The Hogwarts castle was visible, standing in its full glory. Too bad you wouldn’t be able to do magic outside Hogwarts until you were seventeen. The summers would be the perfect opportunity to practice different spells, along with your wandless magic as well. Last time you attempted, you could successfully lift a quill and make it come to you.

“C’mon Orion, let’s go home.” You place your hand on the ground so she could wrap around your arm again. Once she slithers on, you begin to walk.

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September first came by in a flash. Before you knew it, you were already in your uniform, robe blowing in the wind as you stood in Hogsmeade, waiting for the train to arrive. The smoke from the Hogwarts express could be seen in the distance, you walk closer to the tracks to get a better look.

Once the train stopped, students began to pile out in hoards. You keep your eyes peeled for any of your friends. A lot of people seemed to be in a rush, as if they were standing by the doors to get out. One of them bumps into your shoulder a little harshly, which earns them a well deserved glare from you. Just what was making them leave in a panic like that?

Melissa, Azalea, and Naomi all come through the doors looking perplexed. After the crowd thins out, I walk towards them, asking why everyone looked like they were riddled with anxiety.

Azalea exhales, leaning in to whisper, “Someone caused a little commotion on the train ride here.”

“A little commotion is an understatement. They were having a full on fight there.” Naomi whispers back, her head leaning into the group circle.

“Can one of you just explain already, this back and forth isn’t helping.” You look at the three of them, waiting for one of them to speak up.

“Well… Lela and Tom kind of had a fight on the train…” Melissa trails off, her eyes darting back to the train to make sure no one could hear her.

“Again, an understatement. Both of them were absolutely livid! It was absolute madness, she was red in the face, and he looked like a vein was about to pop out of his neck.” Naomi says.

“If Lela lacked any more self-control, she definitely would have started waving her wand. Everyone heard the fight, that’s why they wanted to get off the train right away, so they don’t land in the crossfire.” Azalea steps back from the group, seemingly done with the conversation.

You grimace at the situation. The fight must have been pretty bad if Tom managed to get riled up too. You eye the train, seeing two silhouettes walking past the windows. Not too long after, Tom quickly exits the train, walking incredibly fast while a vexed Lela follows behind him.

“I’m not done talking, Tom! Don’t you dare try to walk away from me!” She yells, earning the attention of everyone around her.

Tom seemed to pay her no mind, but the scrunch of his nose and furrow of his brows clearly show that he’s frustrated beyond belief. It seems like the cool facade he always has on is slowly beginning to crack. With the way he’s walking, such speed, almost as if he’s trying to get away before he truly loses it.

The four of you head towards Hogwarts castle after discussing what happened on the train. Amongst the crowd of students, you sat at the Ravenclaw table, applauding the new coming first years who were sorted into Ravenclaw. It was hard to believe that it’s been so many years since you sat in the chair up front, the sorting hat placed on your head, roaring the name of Ravenclaw. It felt like you lost and gained so much, if you had told your younger self of your current circumstances, you’re sure that she wouldn’t believe you.

“Earth to y/n, you look like you’re lost in thought.” Azalea waves her hand in your face from across the table.

“That’s because she is, no one actually wants to watch the sorting ceremony.” Naomi rolls her eyes, queuing a response from Melissa, whose face looks insulted.

“Hey I enjoy watching it, it’s nice seeing all the new students being sorted.”

“Of course you would, Mel, you were almost a prefect last year, you have to enjoy things like this.” Azalea chuckles, now more immersed in the ongoing conversation than your spaced out appearance.

Amidst their conversation, you snap out of your daze. The ceremony concluded with a roar of applause for the last first year. Headmaster Dippet gave his cue to let the feast commence, the students immediately diving into the spread.

“Did anything else happen on the train?” you ask as you cut into your food, eyeing your friends for any information.

“Other than the fight?” Melissa whispers.

“Why are you whispering?” Azalea asks, her brow raised in confusion.

“The Slytherin table is right next to ours, who knows if…you know who can hear us.” Melissa says, her eyes tracing across the green robed students, making sure that none of them were paying attention.

“You’re making her sound like a monster.” Naomi now joins in on the whispering, the paranoia of Lela finding out felt a little too serious.

“Says you, you’re whispering now too!” Azalea says to Naomi.

The chatter continues until everyone is dismissed back to their dorms. You can’t help but wonder about the potential failure of Tom’s relationship with Lela. In fact, you wonder how it even started, it’s not like he’s the type of person to actively seek someone out. There were always comments about he’s the top student, handsome, he’s polite. If you didn’t know him, you’d think that he’d be the most eligible bachelor in Hogwarts. But you do know him, so all of those comments make you raise your brow with suspicion.

As your friends unpack, they can’t help but notice your dazed state as you think about him. Azalea takes it upon herself to throw her pillow at you, hitting you square in the face.

“What was that for?” you ask, annoyed as you rub your face.

“We’ve been calling for you, what are you thinking about that’s got you so lost in your head.” Azalea walks over and takes back her pillow, placing it onto her bed that's been freshly adorned with sheets of her choice.

“Just thinking about the new term…we only have two more years to go before we’re out of here.” You lay on your own pillow, staring at the top of your canopy bed that you decorated with stickers when you made a trip to Hogsmeade.

“I know, it feels like time has passed by so fast. I can’t believe we’re almost done with this place!” Naomi raises her hands in the air and falls back onto her bed, her face gleaming with what only could be assumed to be self found euphoria.

“I think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself there, Naomi. We still have all the classes and exams, not to mention-” Melissa attempts to continue her long list of graduation requirements, but she’s quickly silenced by yet again, a pillow to the face.

“Don’t dampen the mood Mel, let us have this happy night before classes truly start.” Naomi closes her eyes, a smile still on her face.

Melissa picks up the pillow from the floor, her face blanks as she approaches Naomi’s bed. Suddenly, a flutter of pillow attacks began to land on Naomi as Melissa laughed from above. Azalea quickly joins in, you following right behind.

The noise from the surprise pillow fight proved to be too loud, professor Elms knocked on the door not too long later to tell everyone to quiet down. The four of you laugh as you walk back to your beds, the lamps turned off, leaving the room dark with only a bit of moonlight sneaking in through the curtains on the window.

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The first class of the day was Defense Against the Dark Arts. You enter the classroom feeling refreshed, no weight upon your shoulders. Feeling a little eager, you decide to sit near the front of the room, taking out your quill, paper, and textbook, setting it down on your desk.

Truth be told, you were early. No other person was even there yet, including professor Merrythought. The silence made you wonder if you should have just stayed in the Great Hall for a little longer to savor the fresh breakfast. Another round of eggs and fried tomatoes on toast would have been a luxury, but you’d just have to wait until lunch. Lost in your thoughts about food, you don’t notice the sound of footsteps that enter the room. They get closer, stopping at the chair next to you.

“You’re here early, that’s unusual.”

You look to your left, your eyes almost dropping from their sockets. It was Tom, who else would it be? There’s no one else who’d come this early to class, except for you on this occasion.

“I thought I could get a good seat,” You fidget with your hands as you watch him sit down on the chair next to you, “Wait, you’re sitting here?”

“Yes, is there a problem?” Tom doesn’t look at you, rather he pulls out a book you don't recognize and begins to flip through it.

“No, I just figured you’d sit somewhere else, in solitude.”

Tom snorts, “What, I don’t deserve a good seat? Even if the good seat has to be next to you.”

You scowl at him, eyebrow twitching, “Fine, do what you want.”

The silence lingers for a little longer before Tom speaks up.

“How are you sleeping?”

You turn your head to look at him, he’s still reading his book, but that question was definitely directed at you.

“Me? Fine I guess, why?”

“Because a few months ago, you were crawling around the Slytherin dungeons looking for that sleeping tonic of yours. Do you still use it?”

“No! Thankfully, I stopped relying on it as much as I used to. I’m surprised you remember that.”

“How can I forget, you were walking around looking like a crazy person. Not to mention I had to drag you into the Potion's classroom.”

“Ah, potions! I’m so happy that I don’t have to deal with that class anymore. Thank god Hogwarts allows students to choose if we want to continue in a class or not.” You gleefully lean back in your chair, attempting to put your feet up on the desk. You lean a little too far back for comfort, the chair now about to hit the floor.

Tom acts quickly, using his arm to stop the chair from falling further. He pushes you back up right, raising his brow as he stares at you in confusion.

“What the bloody hell are you trying to do?” he asks, eyes finally off of his book.

“Isn’t it obvious…? I wanted to put my feet on the table.” You mutter a response, feeling too embarrassed to even sound confident.

“Yeah, then what, you spill your jar of ink everywhere? Tsk, you never think things through.”

“Just go back to reading your book.”

Students begin to pile in a little while later, Merrythought following in after them. She immediately gets down to business, using her wand to open the large textbook on the front desk.

“Please turn to page 367 please. We will be beginning today's class by talking about Dementors.” Merrythought waves her hand, a stick of chalk begins to write by itself on the blackboard.

After class ends, you walk through the halls, having some time before your next class. You mess around with your bag, not paying attention when you turn a corner and end up running into someone.

“Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” You glance at the person, a little surprised, “Lucy!”

The familiar red head looks at you with surprise. Her eyebrows furrow as she bumps your shoulder and walks away. You quickly follow her, pushing past the hoards of students in order to catch up to her.

“Lucy, wait!” You grab her arm, and she reluctantly stops.

“What do you want?” She asks.

“I know we haven’t talked in a while, but we can’t just ignore each other forever.”

“What’s there to talk about? I think we’ve both been doing fine since we last talked.” She had a cold gleam in her eyes, one that wasn’t present before.

“Don’t be like that, I know that things ended sourly, but we can work it out.”

“It’s not that easy, y/n. You wouldn’t understand.” Lucy releases her arm from your hold, now walking away again.

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As the weeks pass, the trees begin to shrivel, the leaves fall one by one, being swept away by the rain. The chill air of October is just the beginning of the cold winter to come. You had just come back from quidditch practice, feeling a little sore after not playing for so long. Your cloak hung from your arm as you rested beneath a tree in the courtyard, the crisp air providing you with a much-needed cooling effect after all the work you did earlier.

“You’re going to catch a cold out here.” The voice from behind takes you by surprise, but you’d recognize it anywhere.

“Shouldn’t you instead be happy that I showed up for a quidditch practice?” You reply, sliding your cloak on.

“I’ll be happy once you show up for more than one.”

“You’re a tough critic, Archer.”

Archer smiles, handing you a small ball that's wrapped in cloth. When you touch it, it envelops you with warmth, something you require now that you’ve been standing out in the cold.

“How’d you get this to be so warm?” you ask, cupping the ball with both of your hands.

“I charmed it so that it could warm up, a bit helpful for the winter months.”

The idle chit chatter between the both of you continues, the harsh blow of wind not stopping the flow of conversation. As time passes, you can't help but notice the faint redness that appears on Archer’s cheeks that he tries to hide with his scarf. If anything, the black, and yellow of the muffler only makes it stand out more. You step closer to him, pressing your now warm hand on his cheek, feeling the iciness of his skin.

“Are you sure you don't want the ball back? You’re pretty cold yourself.” You ask, your gaze locked onto his blue eyes that only seem to draw you in the more you look at them.

He grasps your hand that rests on his cheek with his own, intertwining his fingers with yours. The wind lets out a loud howl, but you don’t notice. Archer averts his gaze, his brows furrowing as thoughts run rampant throughout his head.

“Y/n, can I ask you something?” he asks, his voice slightly hushed by the scarf, but you could still hear him.

“What is it?”

“Do you want to perhaps…go out with me?”

You stare at him for a moment, not sure if what you heard was correct. Maybe the wind and his voice being muffled by the scarf made you hear him wrong.

“What did you just say? Sorry, I think the wind blocked you out a little.”

Archer lowers his scarf, “I asked if you would want to go out with me, like…being steady together?”

The redness deepens across his cheeks, spreading to his ears. You feel your heart pound in your chest, warmth spreading across your body. You had gone out on dates with him before, but they were casual. Not only that, but you couldn’t lie to yourself, he did make you have butterflies in your stomach on many occasions, but you didn’t know that he would reciprocate the same feelings.

“This is really sudden, Archer-”

“You don’t have to give me an answer now, I just…I’ve liked you for a while y/n. Corrin finally convinced me to act on my feelings, otherwise I would have just kept quiet for the remainder of our time here.” He gives a slanted smile, something you can’t help but find cute.

“Let me think it over, I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.” You skid away, gripping the ball in your hand. This was the first time a guy asked you out, and you can’t help but feel giddy about it.

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“He did WHAT?” your three friends ask in unison.

You place your finger on your lips, trying to get them to quiet down. It was late into the night, and you had just finished telling them about the events that transpired earlier that day.

“Are you going to say yes? Please say yes, we’ve been calling this since first year.” Melissa slides onto your bed, her eyes gleaming with what could only be described as hope of a new budding relationship.

“Well… I do like him. And we’ve gone on dates before.” You can’t help but hide your face behind your hands, which only makes the teasing from your friends increase tenfold.

“You’re acting so bashful, I think you already know what your answer needs to be.” Naomi hangs upside down from her bed, but you could still see the smile on her face from the cracks of your fingers.

The moon had reached its apex in the sky by the time the four of you finished talking. All that was left of the conversation were the small assortment of snacks and blankets that were scattered on the beds and the floor. You went to sleep with a smile on your face. Was this the blooming romance that you had read about in those novels when you visited the library back home? You hope so.

The next morning was a Saturday, which meant no classes. You tidied yourself up the best you could, ready to answer Archer’s question with unwavering confidence. It was early in the morning, the cold chill of fall was at its peak. You wrap a scarf around your neck, tucking gloves into your coat as you make your way to the courtyard. Melissa told you that she heard from Corrin that Archer would be near the courtyard in the morning, just in case you had made up your mind by then.

When you made it to the courtyard, you did see him, but he was talking to a few others. Deciding to give it a minute, you stand near the fountain, your mind racing about the anticipating conversation that's going to happen.

Archer finishes up not too long later, his eyes landing on you. He walks over and stops right in front of you, his cheeks dusted with light pink that spreads to his ears.

“Hey.” He says, a smile on his face, the kind that he always wears when he greets you.

You snap out of your thoughts, smiling back at him.

“Hey.” You twiddle with your fingers, trying to think up a proper way to say yes to his proposal.

“Have you come to a decision?” His voice was soft and light, almost as if it could be swept away by the wind.

You nod your head, “I would love to go out with you archer.”

Without a moment to spare, he lifts you into the air with a light spin. It was the first time you’ve gotten butterflies in your stomach to this extent. It didn’t matter if other people were watching, this was a big milestone, your first boyfriend.

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Late October rolled by, the chill of winter picked up in no time. During a particular breakfast, headmaster Dippet made an announcement.

“Now that we are all settled down, I have an announcement to make. This year, Hogwarts has had the honor of hosting the Triwizard tournament. For those who are unaware, the Triwizard tournament brings together three schools from around the world for a series of magical contests. One student is selected from each school to compete. And let me be clear, if you are chosen, you stand alone. These contests will push you to your very limit, they are not for the faint-hearted.”

Whispers spread amongst the students, all chattering about the unexpected news. There hadn’t been a Triwizard tournament in years, so for this to happen now is truly a once in a lifetime occasion. The whispers were cut by headmaster Dippet, who continued with his speech.

“Now, dear students, please join me in welcoming the two schools who will be staying with us for the school year. Firstly, deep within the hidden rainforests of Brazil, please welcome the students of Castleobruxo, and their headmaster, Ziraldo Souza.”

The doors to the great hall opened, and a group of students with bright green robes entered. They’re followed by what looks to be their headmaster, a tall man with tan skin and dazzling golden eyes. He’s dressed in a deeper green and carries a bronze staff that curls at the top, a red gem shining in the middle. After a round of applause, headmaster Dippet continues with his welcome.

“From the vast reflective waters of Lake Ladoga in Russia, please welcome the students of Koldovstoretz, and their headmistress, Zhasova Grigorievich.”

The doors open once more, a flurry of students in long deep blue robes march by, an elegant silver sash tied to their waist that sways with each step. Their headmistress follows behind, a brown coat that went all the way down past her knees, black heels that echo from wall to wall, and a gold ring on her pointer finger that had a pink stone in the middle.

“Amazing, I’ve never seen so many students packed into one room before.” Naomi whispers, her eyes glancing between the different students.

“The great hall is already huge, yet they’re still standing. Do you think they’ll conjure up a few tables above us?” Azalea looks up, the starry sky illuminated on the ceiling. The small talk continues until headmaster Dippet is ready to continue.

“The goblet of fire, an object that will determine who the contestants will be, shall be placed in the entrance hall. Only sixth years and above may participate, everyone else will just be an observer. If you wish to enter, write your name on a small parchment and place it inside.”

With that being said, the students were left to mingle. Some were even coming up with plans of entering the tournament themselves, the apparent danger that Dippet had warned them of was nowhere to be seen on their faces.

“I think I want to enter.” Naomi says, resting her chin on her hands.

“Are you nuts? It’s not going to be an easy walk in the park, Naomi. You can get seriously hurt.” Melissa says, her brows turning upward as her eyes glazed over with concern.

“I get that, but come on, we’re in our sixth year! Nothing exciting has happened to us yet, this could be exhilarating.” Naomi looks at her friends in an almost pout-like plea.

“Don’t look at me, I am going nowhere near that goblet of fire, or whatever he called it.” Azalea crosses her arms and shakes her head.

Naomi now stares at you, giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes.

“C’mon y/n, you’re good at spells, let’s enter together, it’ll be fun!”

You take a moment to think. Unbeknownst to your friends, you’ve had a lot of “fun” experiences at Hogwarts, more than the average person. Going through the forbidden forest, time traveling, getting into fights, discovering you’re a descendant of an ancient branch of wizards that's now long extinct…and that’s just scratching the surface!

“I don’t know… It seems really dangerous.” You say, giving Naomi a slanted smile.

“Think about it, you could potentially look really cool in front of Archer. He can brag all he wants that his girlfriend participated in the Triwizard Tournament.” Naomi clasps your hands in an almost vice-like grip.

“Do you really have to use my relationship against me?” You ask, brow raised as you continue to look at her pleading face. It was as though she had some sort of charm on, you tried to look away for the sake of not giving in, but you couldn’t do it.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” you give in. Naomi lets go of your hands and raises her hands in the air in pure bliss.

“Oh boy.” Melissa and Azalea say in unison.

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A few days later, both you and Naomi place your names in the goblet of fire. The flames swallow up your names, the deed has been done and sealed. You secretly hoped that you wouldn’t be picked, Dumbledore warned you when you told him about placing your name in the goblet. The challenges were going to be like nothing that you’ve seen before, they will be excruciatingly hard. That almost made you back out, but you gave Naomi your word, so it’s definitely too late for that now.

“It’ll be okay, the likelihood of you being chosen is what…one to one hundred maybe?” Archer says, his fingers interlocked with yours as you walk through the halls.

“Knowing my luck, I don’t think that will be enough. Dumbledore told me that the goblet itself is magic, so it has its own system to pick the contestants.”

“Well, you’re the strongest witch I know. I’m sure you’ll give the others a good knock on the head.”

You smile at his reassurance. It had only been around two weeks since you accepted his confession, and the time the both of you spent together felt like magic. Even as the winter months approach, you never once felt cold when you’re with him.

“I’ve got Herbology in a bit, I’ll see you after, hm?” Archer tilts his head slightly, something that you’ve grown to love recently.

“Yeah, I’m going to go to the library and get some work done. I’ll see you after.”

He looks around, making sure no one is there, just to give you a peck on the lips. He walks off to Herbology, and you head in the opposite direction to the library. There are a few spells that you’ve been wanting to read up on. Even though you didn’t want to be chosen for the tournament, it was better to have some more tricks under your belt than to be left with nothing.

You set your bag on a nearby table, and then go through the rows of different books on the shelves. Something to do with advanced spells would surely come in handy. You spot a thick one on the top of the shelf, trying to reach for it. Your fingers graze at its spine, but you’re already on your tippy-toes.

“Almost…there…” You whisper, straining your arm to reach it.

A figure appears behind you and grabs the book before you do. You turn around to see who took it, almost craning your neck upward to take a look.

“Oh, Tom, it’s you.” You say.

“It’s better to ask for help than to pull a muscle.” He hands you the book. You gladly take it, a smile spreading across your face.

“I had it, a few more centimeters and I would have knocked it off the shelf.”

“I don’t think you had a few more centimeters in you.”

You scoff, but there’s still a smile on your face. There hasn’t been any animosity between you and Tom the entire school year so far, there was something peaceful about being on good terms with him again. You do wonder if this good behavior could be due to him breaking up with Lela, that was your best guess.

“How are you faring these days?” You ask, continuing the small talk.

“Faring? What do you mean?”

“You know, in general. After all, you did end things with the spawn of- ahem, Lela.”

Tom raises his brow, “Thank you for your concern, but that is none of your business.”

You shrug and try to walk around him, but he seems like he’s not getting out of your way any time soon.

“Why do you need a spell book that large?” he asks.

“Well, I put my name in the goblet of fire, this is just a precaution in case I’m picked. Can’t be too careful.”

“You what? You put your name in the goblet of fire? Are you mad?” He asks, his face slightly contorted.

“Well, I told Naomi that I’d enter with her, I couldn't exactly back out of it.”

“You’ve done a lot of foolish things, but I think this one takes the cake for sure.”

“C’mon now, a lot of people have joined. The likelihood of being chosen is slim.” All of a sudden, you find yourself repeating the words that Archer told you just mere moments ago. You smile to yourself about it.

“Ah yes, leave it to you to play russian roulette with a dangerous competition.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’ll be fine. Just leave me to work on my spells.” You finally manage to walk around him and head back to your desk.

Unbeknownst to you, Tom tries to reach out for you to stop you, but he stops himself before he can. He stares at the hand that wanted to reach out for you, wondering why it was a reflex to want to make you stay. He curses himself mentally, repeating that you’re spoken for now, there was no point in physical touch. The relationship you have with Archer is different from the one he had with Lela. His relationship was restrictive and almost contract-like sometimes, it would be fair to say that he used her to mingle with the powerful pure bloods that her family had connections to. But you and Archer, there’s genuine affection between the both of you, and that’s something that Tom cannot understand.

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On Halloween, the students gathered in the entrance hall to see who the goblet of fire would be choosing. The three headmasters stood by as the goblet of fire spit out the names one by one. From Castelobruxo, Elisa Santana, and from Koldovstoretz, Vadim Makarovich. You and your friends were on the edge of your seats as the final parchment shot out. Your heart was pounding in your chest, it felt like something heavy was sitting on you.

Headmaster Dippet scanned the paper with his eyes before yelling, “Y/n L/n”

A roar of cheers and applause erupted from around you. Your friends were shaking your body back and forth, and surprisingly enough, they all had smiles on their face, even though they were talking about how dangerous it was just a few days ago. Your legs feel like stone weights as you walk up to join the other two contestants. You tune out what headmaster Dippet is saying, but you do manage to pick up the last part of his speech.

“The first task will take place on the twenty-fourth of November. The challenge itself will remain a mystery, so be prepared for anything and everything.”

You trudge your way back to your seat, where your friends and your boyfriend greet you with eager smiles.

“So much for a slim chance…” You whisper, sitting down.

“C’mon, you’ll be fine. If anyone’s got it, it’s you.” Archer says, rubbing your shoulders with his thumbs from where he’s sitting behind you.

“Yeah, you’ve bested almost everyone in a duel so far, I think it’s safe to say that you won’t be in horrible shape.” Melissa says.

“But who’s to say that the challenge will be a duel, that would be too easy. Headmaster said to be prepared for anything and everything.” Azalea says, her comment only making you worry more.

“You owe me, Naomi.” You mumble, to which Naomi sheepishly laughs.

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Late at night, you took shelter in the clock tower, a mass of books surrounding you as you flipped through each one of them. It was past curfew, but no one really comes to the clock tower this late anyway. It has already been around two weeks since you were chosen to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, and the first challenge is only a little over a week away. What Azalea said, how it wouldn’t be as simple as a duel, kept ringing in your mind as you flipped through each and every book.

Charms, enchanted plants, DADA, even some books about magical creatures were only some of the ones that you had scattered around you. It began to rain not that long ago, but thankfully, nothing spilled into your work area. Your eyes began to grow tired, but thankfully you managed to have Solomon brew you a wideye potion so you can remain awake. The small vial that you drank from a few hours ago rolled towards the door when the wind picked up. The door creaked open, the person behind it stepping into the clock tower. They place their foot onto the vial, bending down to pick it up and examine it. You turn your head, finally tearing your eyes off of the book in your lap.

“What are you doing here?” you ask.

“That’s something I should be asking you. I’m a prefect, it’s my job to patrol and catch students doing things they aren’t supposed to.” Tom approaches you with the vial in his hand, looking like a parent who’s about to lecture their child.

“Before you say anything, that’s a wideye potion. It’s just a one time thing.”

Tom throws the vial at your lap, arms crossing across his chest, “So care to explain why you’re here so late at night?”

“I think it should be obvious, I’m working.”

Tom bends down and grabs a book, reading the title, “Potions?”

“I haven’t looked at that one yet, I’ve been saving it for last.”

“Working isn’t a good enough answer, tell me why you’re here.”

You groan at his stubbornness, “The Triwizard Tournament is only a week away, who knows what the challenges will be, I’m just trying to be prepared.”

“I doubt the challenge will be to brew potions, even if you'd end up in last place.”

You grab a book nearby and throw it at his face, hitting him square in the cheek. Tom scoffed as he swiped his cheek, an unpleasant look growing on his face.

“You really shouldn’t throw things at the person that can hand you off to the headmaster.”

You roll your eyes, “It’s just one night, I want to be prepared for anything that they can throw at me.”

“And you think depriving yourself of sleep will better your chances at winning?”

“Like I said, it’s just for one night. I don’t want to make a fool out of myself in front of so many people.”

Tom stays silent for a moment, thinking of what to say.

“You always manage to figure out a way to do things, I’m sure this time will be no different.”

“Encouragement? That’s new.” You hold back a laugh, mainly because his face shifted to one of annoyance.

“I’ll let this slide for today, but don't go out after curfew again.” Tom turns around and leaves the clock tower, leaving you to indulge in your books once more.

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The day of the first challenge arrived more quickly than you anticipated. You stand with your friends as they give you words of encouragement before you have to leave for the designated location. Archer was the last person you talked to before you left. He held your hands tightly, giving your forehead a light kiss.

“You’ll do great, I know it. I’ll be here with the others cheering for you.”

“I’m so nervous, I still don’t know what the challenge will be.” You try to control your breath, wanting to maintain your composure.

“They’ve been keeping it pretty confidential. Try to stay safe.”

Headmaster Dippet does his final call for the contestants. You reluctantly let go of Archers hand and stand where the other contestants are. With a flick of the wand, the three of you were teleported to an unknown location. When you finally managed to see where you were, all you saw was a vast ocean. The three of you were standing on a cliffside near a beach. Two wizards approach you with brooms.

Headmaster Dippet, who was still at the arena with the rest of the audience, launched a spell into the sky. A slightly fuzzy image of live events of the contestants was displayed in the sky. This way, the audience will be able to see the challenge as it happens.

The two wizards who approached the contestants introduced themselves.

“Hello, My name is Natasha Grayman, and this is Darien Mistvigor. We will be instructing you on the expectations of this challenge.”

Darien, who was carrying the brooms, approached and handed them off to the three of you.

“The basis of this challenge is straightforward. You will need to obtain a golden chain that is tied around the neck of a bird whilst flying on your broom.” Natasha says.

Vadim, one of the contestants, chuckled, “That is it? I see nothing special about this challenge.”

You raise your brow at him, he seems slightly cocky. His ego could be his downfall, you thank the headmasters for implementing a translation spell so you can understand what the other students say.

“That is not all, mister Makarovich. The bird that you will need to obtain the chain from is a Fury. It is a highly aggressive species with sharp teeth and talons, they fly in groups, so there will be a few hundred of them flying around, doing anything they can to prevent you from obtaining your goal.” Natasha gives Vadim a stone-cold smile.

“Not only that, but there are only three Fury’s that have the chain around them, one for each of you. The furies will attack, bite, scratch, and they may even kill you if you try to approach the one with the chain. The tricky part is, you are not allowed to fall off your broom.”

“What?” the three of you say in unison.

“If at any point your body leaves your broom, you will be disqualified for this challenge and immediately be placed in last. So tread carefully around these ravenous birds, you may never know when they can knock you off of your broom and send you plummeting into the deep ocean.” Natasha smiles again, a creepy one at that.

“Blimey, that’s a little gruesome isn’t it?” Melissa whispers, back at the arena. The others listen intently to the instructions, grimacing at the thought of being ripped to shreds by the Fury.

“Well…Dippet did say to be prepared for anything. Now we know it really means anything.” Naomi says.

“Contestants, please prepare. On the count of three, you may begin.” Natasha says, she steps back a few, her hand in the air as she uses her wand to unleash a bright red light into the sky.

A few moments later, loud screeches were heard from behind. A hoard of what looked like hundreds of Fury’s fly past, all letting out the most ear aching noises. Your heart almost drops to your stomach as you get situated on your broom, gripping it tightly.

“One, two, three!”

The three of you immediately fly off towards the hoard of Fury’s. At least flying was something you’re comfortable with, playing quidditch all these years should give you some type of advantage, right? The other two contestants scatter off in their own directions, leaving you to fly alone. You approach the Fury’s with steady speed, trying to get any vision on one with a chain on its neck. The coat of the bird is dark, so finding a chain wouldn’t be too difficult, but the amount of birds flying is almost too overwhelming.

You make a decision to fly beneath them, craning your neck upward to catch a glimpse. Nothing comes into view, and you curse yourself. Everything about this was making your palms sweat. Unbeknownst to you, a spell is shot at your broom, almost making you lose control. You whip your head to the side and see Vadim, the egomaniac from earlier. He holds his wand in his hand with a sinister smile.

“Oh, so that’s how you want to play?” You say to yourself. You reach into your robe and pull out your own wand, now flying ahead. It would be stupid to engage with him now, distractions will only lessen your chances of winning the challenge.

“Did you see what he did? He tried to knock her off her broom!” Azalea yells, clearly angry as she watches the events unfold.

“I didn’t know they were allowed to use magic in the challenge.” Corrin, who’s sitting slightly far away to not alert his fathers spies, butts in.

“Well, they didn’t say anything against it. But still, that’s sabotage, I hope y/n keeps her eyes peeled from now on.” Azalea crosses her arms, irritated by Vadim’s dirty trick.

“She can do it, she’s strong.” Archer says, his eyes on you and only you as you continue to soar through the skies.

A few seats behind the group, Tom sits with his friends as they also watch. Lestrange watches with a smirk as you continue to fly without counter attacking Vadim.

“I didn’t think she had it in her to not throw a spell at him.” He says.

“Well that isn’t the main part of the challenge, she’d just be wasting time.” Mulciber, another one of Tom’s friends, rolls his eyes.

Meanwhile, you continue to fly fast, keeping a safe distance from the Fury’s. You try to remember as much as you can from when you were studying all of those books. Magical creatures were something you only really spent a few minutes flipping through. Fury’s are naturally aggressive creatures, but there has to be a way to calm them down.

Amidst your thinking, you drift too close to the herd. It was only when you heard a loud screech that you snapped out of your thoughts. One of the Fury’s uses its talons to cut through your robe, you wince as you move away. You place a hand over your arm, your palm being painted red.

“Oh no, she got hurt.” Melissa says, her hand clasped over her mouth.

“It’s okay, I’m sure it’s not that bad!” Naomi places her hand on Melissa’s shoulder, but she’s also panicking herself.

You wince at the pain in your arm. Natasha wasn’t kidding when she said that their talons are sharp. You slow your broom, waving your wand to heal your injury. The wound closes up, but the red stains still remain on your clothes. You take a deep breath before flying again, this time remaining vigilant about your distance from the Fury’s.

“Magnificantes Specula” you cast a spell, a pair of glasses now sits on your nose. They zoom in and out on your command, allowing you to see the Fury’s closely without having to be in range of them.

There were none with a chain from the side you were on, so you carefully moved to another area. While you were looking, you noticed from your peripheral that someone was flying near you. Not wanting to make the same mistake as last time, you turn your head and look at them directly to let them know that you’re aware of their presence. It isn’t Vadim this time, instead it's Elisa, the student from Castelobruxo.

“Don’t do anything you’ll regret.” You whisper to yourself, not really wanting a confrontation with her. You notice that part of her broom is charred, did she already have an altercation with Vadim?

You notice her take out her wand and you groan. She fires a spell at you, one that you don’t recognize. You manage to dodge it, but she quickly fires another one, and this time it hits you. Your vision grows dark, of course it was an obscuro spell. You try to take the blindfold off, not wanting to give her the chance to cast another spell that you don’t have a chance to dodge. After you take the blindfold off, you’re surprised to see that Vadim has now joined the mix. He and Elisa are firing off spells at one another.

Vadim shoots what looks to be incendio at Elisa, but she dodges. The fireball is now coming at you, but luckily you manage to dodge as well, barely. It grazed a part of your calf, making you wince in pain. Growing tired of the constant sabotage, you fire a spell of your own.

“Ventus” A large gust of wind shoots out from your wand, both Elisa and Vadim are spun around at fast speeds, disorienting them.

Once they regain their composure, Vadim looks at you with anger. He lets out a loud yell, firing another incendio at you. You dodge it, but unfortunately for him, his loudness earned the attention of the Fury. A group of them immediately swoop down and swarm him. Vadim continues to yell as he tries to get away, waving his wand as he tries to use different spells to deflect their constant attacks. Their sharp talons and teeth prove to be too much for him, he takes a chance and jumps into the water, leaving his broom.

“Well, that’s what you get for playing dirty.” Solomon says, not impressed with the lack of sportsmanship.

“But to think that he’d be the first to go, I thought he’d last longer.” Aster adds a satisfied smile on his face as he hears a loud buzzer announcing the disqualification of Vadim.

You sigh in relief once you see him dive into the water, thinking that it's finally over. Unfortunately, it seems as though Elisa still wants to finish you off herself.

“Don’t take it personally, this is all in the name of friendly competition.” She says, the tip of her wand glowing brightly.

“Don’t take this personally, but I think that we should go our separate ways.” You cast a spell before she does, a strong stream of water clashes against her as she’s pushed far away. Luckily for her, she’s still holding onto her broom.

You fly away quickly, trying to find the Fury with the chain as soon as possible. It took quite a long time of flying, but you finally spot one with a gold chain around its neck. Even though you spotted it, you still had no way of getting close to it without getting hurt. Seeing as how Vadim chose to be disqualified over being attacked by a hoard, it would be safe to say that you shouldn’t make stupid mistakes.

Whilst you think of a plan, it seems as though Elisa had already obtained a chain from a Fury, making her the first place winner of the challenge. The announcement of her winning rings through your head as headmaster Dippet announces it. He must have put a charm on you that can make you hear announcements from the arena.

You sigh, wondering how she was able to get a chain so quickly. You can’t remember reading anything about Fury’s from your books about magical creatures, so it was time to improvise a plan. While you continue to fly, keeping up with the Fury that has a chain, you recall that the Fury’s heard Vadim’s yell and immediately attacked him. Are they sensitive to loud sounds? That would be ironic because their screeches are loud.

“Loud sounds make them angry…” you say to yourself, repeating it over and over as you try to formulate a plan. All of a sudden it clicked. Loud sounds make them angry!

You remember a few years back when you were in your Care of Magical Creatures class, you recall your professor telling you that some birds are sensitive to sound. Loud sounds make them especially aggressive, so what some caretakers do is use a song to calm them, allowing the caretaker to get close without getting hurt.

You browse through your head as you try to remember a lullaby spell. You fly a little closer to the Fury’s, wand in your hand as you recite the name of the spell.

“Iuavante.” Your voice changes as you begin to let out a euphonious melody, a sonorus spell at the ready to make your voice louder.

The Fury’s seem to hear the lullaby, their demeanor changing entirely. You take a chance and begin to fly closer to them, very carefully. Little by little, you find yourself flying alongside the birds. They have no intention of attacking you whatsoever. You fly closer to the one with the chain, the melody still escaping through your lips. You carefully remove the chain from the bird, holding it tightly in your hand. Without a second to spare, you’re instantly teleported back to the arena where a loud round of applause awaits you. Finally relaxing, you smile, holding the chain in your hand.

Headmaster Dippet comes and congratulates you on achieving second place. You feel ecstatic, you managed to finish the challenge. Dippet takes the chain from you, allowing you to celebrate with your friends.

“You did it, I knew you could do it! My god, we were watching you every second, it looked so dangerous.” Azalea’s the first to run up and hug you, her eyes practically laced with stars as she recounts every emotion of watching the challenge.

“It was dangerous, I’m glad I managed to make it back in one piece.” you say, a smile on your face as you talk with your friends about how it felt to be soaring through the skies.

Without warning, it felt like your body weighed a ton. You stagger backwards, holding onto your head as your knees buckle together. Archer’s there to catch you before you hit the floor, but you still manage to pass out in his arms.

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The day turned into night as you lay in the hospital bed. Madame Crafince bandaged you up and treated the injuries you had. She explained that the fainting could be caused by an overwhelming amount of anxiety caused by the tournament, or just exhaustion, or maybe both. Your friends remained by your side for the whole day, Archer was the last to leave once it was time for curfew.

You were still passed out in your bed when the moon was at its apex. No one else was in the hospital wing, not even Vadim who was bitten like a chew toy by the Fury. The door to the hospital wing creaked open, a pair of footsteps walking towards your bed.

The moonlight that came through the window illuminated him perfectly as he stood next to your bed. Tom, who decided to make an impromptu visit late at night, stood there as he watched you sleep peacefully.

“I didn’t think you’d manage to do it, but you continue to surprise me,” he says, sitting down in the seat next to you, “You managed to hold your own against not only two wizards but a hoard of angry birds. I suppose that you deserve some glory for that.”

He stares at you, his hand reaching out to brush against your cheek.

“How can someone be so close, yet be so far at the same time?” he asks himself, his finger running intricately across your skin.

He huffs to himself, the unknown emotion that's bubbling in his chest just proving to be a nuisance. He retracts his hand, standing up. It wouldn’t be good if he’s spotted here by another prefect. He walks towards the door, taking one last look at you before exiting.

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Authors note:

HELLLOOOO EVERYONE

I want to thank everyone for waiting so long for these chapter releases. Truth be told, I started this series when I had a lot of free time, and well...I don't have that as much any more. Despite this, I still work on these chapters as much as I can because I also know the feeling of wanting to read the next chapter when it's not out 😭😭

I'm so glad that you guys are still reading and enjoying it, it makes me happy to know that you guys appreciate the chapters. Speaking of chapters, I have made some changes in the previous chapters, mainly the background of our dear reader. If you want to read it for yourself, its in chapter 16 when we talk to our dad about our background, but if you want a tdlr...

Basically, reader is descended from a branch of wizards known as Saphira's. They're known for their singing and use of pure magic. They sang things known as enchantments, it can heal traces of dark magic, cure someone of madness, and even bring someone back to life. Of course, because of this, they were hunted, killed and enslaved. Reader's ancestor fell in love with a traveling warlock, died during childbirth, and left behind a baby that the warlock later came and took. The only reminder of their ancestry is a medallion that has a gem that's blessed with the enchantment.

And the rest of the changes are very minor, just some things i've noticed while re reading that sounded a little out of place.

ANYWAYS. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and thank you for sticking with me <3

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bubblefina · 6 months ago

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taglists

To all of the people who requested to be on a tag list before, I'm sorry if I just completely forgot to add you in the recent chapters 😭

Ive been re reading my previous chapters and noticed that my taglist doesn't have the same people. I'll try to get it right this time around 🙏🧚‍♀️

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bubblefina · 6 months ago

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Next chapter of tom's fanfic when ☹️

(no rush loll, i LOVEEEEEE your work)

within the next 2 weeks!!

I've been re reading ALLLLL of my previous chapters and have been making some changes. Mainly because some things just don't make sense 😭

But thank you for being patient ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

I will give you a sneak peak, but in the form of a meme

#Azalea sooooo wanted to yell “fight fight fight” but Mel stopped her

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bubblefina · 6 months ago

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bubblefina · 7 months ago

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Omg omg omg just started reading your tom riddle fanfiction and i love it SO MUCH.I hope you upload the next chapter soonn ilyy <3

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ENJOYING!!!! I just gotta get through my finals so that I can continue to write. I'll make it worth the wait!!

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bubblefina · 8 months ago

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Heyyyy how are youu? Its been such a long time 😭 I love your tom x reader fic smm, Any idea when the next chap will uploaded? Its honwstly been my fav fanfiction so far!

Hiiiiii!! I've been good! It has been too long 😭😭, classes have been keeping me busy busy BUT I have been working on the Tom fic yes 😏 My plan is to write longer chapters to make up for such long time gaps in between. The next one will be eventful, I'll make sure of it >:))

#I HOPE YOU GUYS ARE DOING WELL THANK YOU FOR WAITING SO LONG

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bubblefina · 8 months ago

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The way I just kind of want to rewrite je'taime just a bit. I'm reading it over again and it's so clunky???? 😭😭 I'm seeing a lot of things I can change, so I might just rewrite the drafts again (the flow and words, not the plot entirely)

#will give a notice on the post when it's rewritten

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bubblefina · 1 year ago

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King of Hearts Chapter 28

Masterlist

Summary: Reader and Tom meet during their years at Hogwarts, but as the years pass a rivalry grows between the two of them, which leads from soft beginnings to tragic endings.

What the characters look like!

" Readying your wand, you were about to cast a spell, but before you could, you were harshly pulled towards a dark hallway, back slammed against the wall and hand over your mouth."

Pairings: Tom x f!reader

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Chapter 28: The Chamber of Secrets

Late at night you laid in bed, looking at the ceiling. Fatigue plagued your body, but you couldn’t bring yourself to fall asleep. The rain puddled outside, hitting the windows. At times, that sound would lull you to sleep no problem, but it just hasn’t felt the same. If there were a Hogwarts therapist you could talk to, that would be great, but for now you’d have to spend your nights hoping that your eyes would grow tired enough to force you to sleep.

When things finally felt peaceful, that facade was quickly broken with a shrill scream. You along with your friends woke up, the lights turning on. All of you looked at each other before looking at the bed closest to the window. It was Azalea, holding her face as she rocked back and forth.

“What the- Azalea are you okay??” Naomi asks, frantically rushing out of her bed and to Azalea's side.

“He’s coming, he’s coming, he’s coming-” She chants, her breathing becoming heavier.

“Azalea, are you alright?” Melissa is the next to try, but to no avail.

“Do you think we should get a professor?” you ask, both of them nod their heads. You rush outside to professor Elm's room, practically banging on the door to get his attention.

“Miss Y/n, what on earth are you doing up this late?” He says, tying his robe.

“Professor, it's Azalea, something is happening to her, and we don’t know what to do!”

Understanding the issue, Elms immediately makes his way to your dorm room. When he enters, he sees the scene unfold in front of him.

Melissa, now more determined, grabbed Azalea by her shoulders in an attempt to snap her out of it, but to no avail. You rush over to help, but suddenly the window in the room bursts open, cold air now enveloping the area.

You head towards the window, trying to grab the knobs to close it, but you take notice of the sky above. Dark clouds seemed to be mixing together, thunder rumbling, the atmosphere seemed to be changing for the worst.

“Ladies! I need to know what is happening. Tell me what you know.” Elms says.

“She just screamed out of nowhere, and then started screaming ‘he’s coming’, she hasn’t snapped out of it at all…” Melissa clasps her hands together. You place your hand on her shoulder, hoping to prevent her from panicking any further.

“Oh dear…” Elms observes her closely, her expression growing more worrying by the second, “She needs to be taken to the hospital wing, I’m not sure what we can do for her here.”

You and Naomi help move Azalea while Melissa and Elms lead the way. The halls of Hogwarts were cold and empty, which made the trip all the more eerie. You couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable with the words that Azalea was chanting. Who was coming? Did she see something in a vision?

Crafince hastily meets up with the group, her brows scrunched as she asks what happened. Even if it was the middle of the night, she took Azalea into the hospital wing, laying her down on one of the beds.

“She’s drenched in sweat, are you sure that you didn’t see anything else happen?” Cranfince asks, wetting a towel in a water basin.

“We were all asleep, it was only when she screamed that we woke up and discovered her like this.” Naomi says.

“She does see visions, sometimes they cause her pain, but never to this extent.” You add on, watching Crafince wipe down the sweat off of Azalea.

“I’ll keep her here overnight, you ladies should go back to your dorms and get some rest. I will not have any of you passing out from lack of sleep and being escorted here.” Crafince ushers the three of you out, leaving only Elms and her to stay with Azalea.

“I hope she’s okay.” Melissa whispers.

“We’ll check on her tomorrow, I’m sure everything will be fine.” You reassure her, patting her shoulder as the three of you walk.

“Yeah, and we can ask who she was talking about too. You don’t think she meant Grindelwald do you?” Naomi’s brows furrow together. It seems all of you are thinking of the same thing, the attack he led on Hogwarts a few years ago when you were younger.

“Apparition has been banned on school grounds, there’s no way he can get in again.” You say, sharply inhaling as you try not to think about that time.

“Apparition can’t stop one of the strongest wizards.” Melissa's statement earned her a punch to the shoulder.

“Whatever, let’s just sleep on it. I don’t want to hear about it anymore.” Naomi cuts the conversation short. She was right, it wouldn’t do well going to sleep dwelling on the past, especially a painful memory such as that.

The next morning, you head to the hospital wing with the others to check on Azalea. She’s awake by that time, Crafince giving her a check-up to make sure she’s well enough to be released.

“Azalea, you’re okay!” Melissa yells, practically clobbering her with a hug.

Crafince sighs, “You seem to be okay, come back if you feel dizzy or anything of the sort. Don’t be late for class, ladies.”

“I’m sorry for freaking you guys out last night. It just came out of nowhere and I couldn’t control it.” Azalea returns Melissa's hug.

“You’re right about giving us a fright, can you tell us what happened?” Naomi asks. The three of you are now sitting at different spots on the hospital bed.

“Well initially I was asleep, and it felt like I was in a dream of some sort. All of a sudden I saw two people fighting, and then Grindelwald's face started flashing all over. He was at Hogwarts, he was looking for someone.” Azalea trailed off, trying to think of anything else.

“So when you were saying ‘he’s coming’ ” You whisper.

“You meant Grindelwald.” Naomi finishes, grimacing at the thought.

“Okay, I don’t think we should be worrying about this now. Besides, we don’t want to stress you out even more, let’s just get to class.” Melissa pats Azalea's shoulder, helping her up.

“And taking her to class will make her less stressed?” You joke, earning an elbow to the side from Melissa, but Naomi laughs along with you.

“I’ll go with Azzy to the dorm, both of us have the same first period class today. See you guys at lunch!” Naomi walks with Azalea back to the dorms, leaving you and Melissa to walk the halls.

“Our O.W.L’s are coming up, we should start studying for them soon.” Melissa says.

“It’s only February, we have time…right?”

“It’ll be hard, they aren’t like any other tests we’ve taken so far. We should polish up on subjects we aren't good at.”

“Maybe I can ask Solomon to be my potions tutor. 5 years and I’m still not good in that class.”

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“What do you need to add to the base of the elixir of neglect to give it its white color?”

“Yeti fur.”

It’s been 3 hours since you started studying with Solomon for the upcoming O.W.L’s. Every other subject you were somewhat flexible with, it's just that potions came with its own trials and tribulations that were hard to navigate.

“You don’t seem much interested in potions today, something on your mind?” He asks.

“When am I ever interested in potions,” you chuckle, “It’s nothing much…just lack of sleep I suppose.”

“You’re still taking that tonic that Crafince gave to you?”

“Yeah, I got a new bottle after…you know.”

You couldn’t really bring yourself to talk about the events of last December, basically disowning yourself from your family and running away to the Wizarding World. The tonic was the only thing that could help you sleep most nights, but you tried not to use it every night, afraid of becoming too dependent on it.

“Have you decided on what to do after school ends? Since you can’t go back home.”

You hum to yourself, “I do want to visit my siblings, they’re staying with my aunt. I doubt they have enough room to let me stay, maybe I can find some living arrangements here?”

“If you need any help, let me know. My parents own some fine hotels throughout the Wizarding world.”

“I couldn’t impose on you like that.”

The two of you decided to call it quits not too long after. The sun began to set, but fortunately it was still beautiful outside. You decided to take a walk outside, happy that the snow was finally able to melt away, lush grass now peaking out from below.

“Inner peace…” you whisper, extending your arms out as the breeze flows through your cloak.

Opening your eyes, you see something approaching you, flying all the way from the quidditch pitch.

“Hi stranger.”

“Have we gone back to being strangers? You hurt me, Archer.”

Archer laughs, getting a little closer to you, “I could never forget you, with all the trouble that you get into.”

“What trouble have I gotten into? I think I’ve been well-behaved recently if I don’t say so myself.”

“Does missing quidditch practice ring a bell?”

You close your eyes, groaning to yourself. Studying for your O.W.L’s took priority for you, so skipping a few quidditch practice matches didn’t seem like that big of a deal. You did tell Porter that you would miss a few, but it’s been a few too many.

“I admit, it’s been a few weeks since I last went, but you know how hard O.W.L’s are. I’ve been studying for the past few hours.”

“Care for a trip to the clouds to help you relax?”

A slow smile creeps up on your face as you nod your head. Archer pats the back of his broom. It wouldn’t be surprising if this turned into a normal routine, the amount of times you’ve ridden on the back of his broom.

“Hey, how come you never want to ride on the back of my broom?” you ask as the both of you lift into the air.

“I never said I didn’t want to, but you just never seem to be on your broom long enough to offer a ride.”

“Fine, next time I go to practice I’ll finish early so you can ride on the back.”

“You’re going to have to go to practice in order for that to happen,” he turns his neck to look at you, “Hold on, we’re going to go fast.”

He wasn’t lying when he said that. In less than a second, the both of you were zipping through the air. You couldn’t help but let out a shrill scream of excitement. He flew back towards the quidditch pitch so the both of you wouldn’t get into trouble for flying around on school grounds. Luckily practice was over for the day, so flying throughout the pitch was easy since no one was there to block the way.

“Say…after the O.W.L’s are over, do you want to go on one last date?” He coughed, the heat getting to his cheeks.

You stay silent for a moment before answering, “Last, there won’t be any more after this one?”

Archer's eyes widened, he quickly turned his head around, “That’s not what I meant! Just the last one for this school year, if you want more that’s great too.”

You raise a brow, lips curving into a teasing smile, “Do you want more?”

Archer's cheeks continued to turn red, but before he could reply, you gave out a shrill as the both of you approached a tower. Archer turns his head around and is just as shocked, swerving his broom to the right to avoid it.

“I think that’s enough flying for today.” Archer whispers, his eyes felt like they were spinning.

“No kidding, that was a close one.”

He flew the both of you down, allowing you to get off of the broom. Since he had to return the broom along with the other quidditch equipment, the both of you said your farewells. The sun was finally melting with the horizon, another day finished.

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The end of the school year was right ahead. The first O.W.L. exam would take place within the next few days. All the stress began to accumulate for the fifth years. The library was hoarded with students trying to study as much as possible, and those who couldn’t find a place there resorted to studying wherever they could. You kept to yourself, studying the subjects you were good at first to make sure you wouldn’t have trouble, and the difficult subjects were studied last. The past few weeks were spent in the potions classroom, reviewing different combinations and usages of ingredients. Exhaustion overwhelmed you, you’ve never studied this hard before.

The end of year exams for the previous years weren’t half as difficult as the exams you were going to experience from now on. The only time you weren’t studying or doing basic everyday things is when you visited Crafince for the sleeping tonic. It was the only thing that was keeping you sane, especially during those sleepless nights where the only thing on your mind were bad memories and future tests.

Tonight was one of those sleepless nights. Summer showers continued outside, the raindrops bouncing against the windows. The ceiling was losing its appeal, for you stared at it for what seemed like hours. After tossing and turning for a few minutes, you reach over to your night table, opening the drawer to look for your sleeping tonic. While you mindlessly scramble for the bottle, all you could feel were things like your hairbrush and wand. Your heart banged against your chest as you rose from your bed, now trying to examine closely.

“Bollocks…” you whisper, now realizing that it’s nowhere to be seen. You try to remember what you had done earlier. You obtained the tonic in the morning, went to the library to check out a book, then spent the rest of the day in the potions classroom studying.

The potions classroom. You took out the tonic and gave it to Solomon because he wanted to see what it looked like, never putting it back into your pocket. Groaning internally, your fingers grab onto your hair in a crazed manner. There was no way you were going to sleep tonight if you didn’t get that tonic, and Merlin knows you’ve tried. The O.W.L’s are so close too, if you lose sleep now, your entire schedule will be more than screwed.

Deciding to take a risk, you grab your wand and head out of the dorm rooms. Venturing out of the Ravenclaw common room, you tirelessly walk all the way down to the Slytherin dungeons, being cautious in every which way. Prefects could still be roaming around, and it would be disastrous if you were caught. You knew that Slughorn didn’t put that complicated of a spell on the potions classroom to keep it locked, so opening it wouldn’t be hard.

Almost making your way to the classroom, your wand begins to pulsate in your hand. It snaps you out of your tired trance of constant walking. You examine it, the quivering getting stronger as the seconds pass. As you try to figure out what's going on, you remember what Dumbledore, the Dumbledore from the 1920s, had told you about this wand.

“The core is thunderbird, it can sense danger and can cast curses on its own if there is danger nearby”

This was the first time you witnessed something like this happen since you’ve gotten it. Now taking in your surroundings, nothing looked too out of the ordinary, the Slytherin dungeons looked as they always have, dark and depressing, aside from the few torches that lit up the hallway.

“C’mon, there’s nothing here.” You whisper to your wand, technically to yourself as well, as you continue walking towards the potions classroom.

The further you walked, the more your wand felt like it was sending the vibrations throughout your entire body. The feeling made you anxious, what could it possibly sense that you can’t even see? Swallowing your fear, you take a few steps forward again before you stop, the wand practically making you stand still. It was only then that you heard something.

That noise, it sounded like hissing, but you didn’t know from where. Frantically turning your head in every direction, you try to see if there could be something that you missed, but there was nothing. At this point, it felt like your mind was messing with you, as if the exhaustion you’ve been experiencing has finally caused you to create delusions.

As you stood there, you heard it again, hissing and movement. You could pass it off as a snake, which would make sense seeing as where you were at, but no. This was loud and heavy, it sounded big, what could it possibly be? You ready a spell in your mind, trying to see if you can catch a glimpse of anything. The hissing grew louder and louder, as if it was coming straight at you. Readying your wand, you were about to cast a spell, but before you could, you were harshly pulled towards a dark hallway, back slammed against the wall and hand over your mouth.

Through your shaky eyes, you could make out the face of the person who almost tore your arm off whilst pulling you into the hallway. The features weren’t hard to miss, dark well kept hair, brown eyes, a scowl on his face. Tom Riddle, if you weren’t scared out of your wits right now, you would have bitten his hand.

“What the bloody hell are you doing out here?!” He asks, trying to keep his voice down as much as possible. He removes his hand from your mouth, waiting for an answer.

Your mouth moves, but no words come out. You couldn’t understand why you were so shaken up in the first place. It was just your mind playing tricks on you, all that studying going to your brain. You needed to sleep, badly.

“My…tonic. I left it in the potions classroom.” You answer.

“Tonic, what tonic?” he asks. Even if it was dark, the torches from the other hallway provided the tiniest bit of light, enough to see that he was raising his brown in a distrustful way.

“My sleeping tonic, I need it. I feel like I’m going crazy.” You grasp your head, trying to make sense of the situation.

“Sleeping tonic…” Tom ran through the thoughts in his head, he didn’t know you were still relying on it after all this time, “Why couldn’t you wait until tomorrow?”

“Well, obviously because I need to sleep right now!” You vent through frustration, that was the stupidest thing you’ve heard him say in all your years of knowing him.

“Well, that doesn’t explain why you were standing in the middle of the hallway, wand out and ready, looking like you were going to start breaking down walls.”

You stare at him for a second, brows furrowing, “My wand…it started acting weird. The core can sense danger, and I couldn’t move after a while. Then I heard hissing, and it felt like it was getting closer and closer, and I was so scared-”

Throughout your mindless rambling, Tom took hold of your shoulders, trying to make you stop talking.

“Okay, okay! I understand, but you look like a crazed mess. It was probably your fatigue making you think things. You need to sleep.”

“I’m trying, but I need that tonic-”

“No. Don’t rely on the tonic. How many times have you used it in the past week?”

You hesitate to respond, but swallow your shame to do it anyway. “Every night.”

Tom sighs, closing his eyes as he processes the information. He lets go of your shoulders and rubs his fingers against his forehead.

“That’s not…healthy, y/n. It’s not meant for daily usage, only for when you really need it. That’s probably why you’re out here, a crazed mess, because you’re becoming reliant on it.”

“Well what am I supposed to do? Everything is just so frustrating! So many exams, and stress is just accumulating, and I just want to sleep it off, but I can't.” It felt weird, you didn’t know you had these feelings inside of you until you just blurted them out, in front of Tom of all people as well.

“I understand, but you need to understand, this isn’t good for you.” Tom stares down at you, a frustrated yet slightly concerned look upon his face. You stare at him through glazed eyes, truly taking him in. Memories flush in about your past encounters, how was he always the one that found you during your most vulnerable moments?

“I…” before you could form a cohesive sentence, it felt as if your mind shut off completely. Your legs gave out as you dropped to the floor. Tom quickly managed to catch you in his arms, keeping you from falling to the floor completely.

“Merlin…” He whispers, mentally cursing himself. There was no way he could get you back to your dorm without being noticed. His dorm room is a definite no, for obvious reasons, so the only place left that was close by was the potions classroom. On a normal day he would have reported your nightly walk to the professor or even the headmaster, but tonight he just felt pity, for whatever reason.

After what he considered to be labor, he managed to bring you into the classroom, placing you on one of the work benches. It felt like a vein was about to pop out of his head, why the hell was he even doing this for you? YOU of all people!

He grumpily took a seat next to the table, crossing his arms as he watched you sleep in what looked to be a peaceful manner. How lucky…how lucky indeed. He mentally curses himself once more, thinking of what could have happened if he had not pulled you away. You could have been dead by now, seeing as how the basilisk was headed straight for you. Of course, you were the one that just had to be there tonight, always ruining his plans.

“Such a prat…” he mumbles.

Despite his displeasure, he could consider himself lucky that you passed off the hissing of the basilisk as delusions. He knew that if you found out there was a deadly snake roaming around Hogwarts, you would stick your nose where it didn’t belong and get hurt in the process. Even if he had a looming hatred for you, death wasn’t what he had planned for you, if he had any plans at all.

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Slowly opening your eyes, you blink rapidly as you take in your surroundings. The potions room, why the hell were you laying down on a table? Rubbing your eyes, you turn your body around and are dumbfounded at what you were looking at. Tom sat there, his head resting on his arms as his body leaned against a table. He was deep asleep. This made you even more confused, just what happened last night, you could barely remember anything.

“Hey, wake up,” you shake his shoulder, to no avail, “C’mon, wake up!” you take hold of his harm, now jolting him awake.

“What, what do you want?” He asks in an agitated manner, rubbing his eyes with his hands.

“Why are we in the potions classroom? And why was I sleeping on the table?”

“Because you were roaming the Slytherin dungeons last night looking for your sleeping tonic, fainted whilst we were talking, and I had to drag you somewhere. You’re an absolute nutter, you know that?”

“Oh.” you make the shape with your mouth, the events of last night now rushing back to you. You really did act like a crazy person, thinking that something was out to get you.

“Oh? Is that all I get for dragging you in here so you wouldn’t get into trouble?” Tom’s eyebrow was raised, utterly irritated at your audacity.

“Righttt. Thank you for not getting me into trouble.” You cough into your hand, a little embarrassed to be thanking him, but manners would do you well.

While the both of you continued to wake yourselves up fully, you heard voices on the other side of the door. It was only then that the thought occurred to you, how long were the both of you asleep.

“What time is it?” you ask frantically.

Tom looks at the watch on his wrist, “It’s 6:40 in the morning. I’m guessing people are starting to wake up.”

“Nooo…” you harshly whisper.

“Why are you so frazzled?”

“Look at me!” you say, waving your hands up and down your body, “I’m still in my pajamas! And oh for the love of Merlin, if anyone walks in here we’ll be doomed. They’ll know I was in here during the night because who in their right state of mind would go out in their pajamas!”

“Shh! Keep it down you nitwit, they might not know someone is in here now, but they sure will if you keep yelling like that.”

“How do I get back to my dorm room without anyone noticing?” You ask, hoping that he would grace you with some ideas.

“How should I know? Your fault for being down here.” Tom rolls his eyes, clearly uninterested in helping you.

You brainstorm in your head, remembering a transfiguration spell for clothes. Grabbing your wand, you say the spell, your nightly robes immediately giving the illusion of your uniform. Tom simply stares in disinterest, still tired from last night, it seems.

“Great, now I just have to make it back into the common rooms, and all will be well.” You look at Tom, disappointed to see him not give you any type of reaction.

“Well then, off you go. Don’t forget your little tonic too.” He says.

“Oh, right! That’s the whole reason I even came to this place.” You walk over to the desk you sat in yesterday, looking around a little before finding the vial.

Before you leave the room, you look at the vial before turning to Tom.

“You’re right, I shouldn’t rely on it as much as I do. Thanks for the wake-up call.” You flash him a half smile before opening the door and heading out.

Tom doesn’t acknowledge what you say physically, but mentally he’s glad that you’re at least somewhat mature enough to listen to what he said last night. That feeling is quickly replaced with stress. If you could remember him telling you that, could you also remember the sounds of the basilisk, or do you still think it was your mind playing tricks on you. He hopes it’s the latter.

You manage to sneak your way out of the Slytherin dungeons, running all the way back to the Ravenclaw tower. Thankfully your friends were still asleep when you opened the door to your room. Releasing the spell on your clothes, you flop back onto your bed, thankful that your late night plan of wandering didn’t get you into trouble.

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The first week of the O.W.L exams passed smoothly. All the classes, ranging from Transfiguration to DADA were things that you didn’t sweat about. Potions was the week after, and luckily the weekend blessed you to study some more. Deciding to study with Melissa in the Ravenclaw common room, the both of you quizzed each other on the effects of different potions. Everything seemed calm, until someone slammed open the common room door.

“They found a dead body in the second floor girls bathroom!” Jackson, a Ravenclaw a year below you, screamed into the room.

The students began to whisper amongst themselves, wondering if it was true or not.

“Who did they find?” Someone asks.

“Myrtle Warren, a fourth year Ravenclaw. They’re carrying her body out right now.” Jackson runs away as quickly as he appeared, multiple students following him.

“A student died, how would that even happen?” Melissa whispers between the both of you.

You shrug at her question, a little chill went down your spine. Hogwarts was considered a safe space by all, so to hear that a student was found dead in a bathroom of all places, it raised many brows. You and Melissa decided to join the group that left to investigate.

Jackson wasn’t lying. There was a group of people carrying a body on a stretcher down the stairs. Multiple students watched from a distance with horrified looks upon their faces. Some whispers said that she wasn’t killed by someone, rather something.

“Poor girl, how could this have happened?” Melissa stares with sorrowful eyes.

“I hope they find out what happened…” Your eyes follow the group of people carrying Myrtle's body, after they leave you gaze upon the stairs where you see Dumbledore talking to Tom. It wasn’t clear what they were talking about, but from Dumbledore's facial expression, he didn’t look too pleased.

After a few more minutes, Dumbledore dismisses all the students that had gathered around. You and Melissa make your way back to the dorms, the halls of Hogwarts seemed scarier now.

After the incident, parents sent letters upon letters to headmaster Dippet, talking of how they feel as though their children aren’t safe at Hogwarts. Many did end up pulling their kids out of the school, planning on enrolling them in the next best wizardry school nearby. Everyone else remained on edge, the perpetrator that killed Myrtle still wasn’t found, so students and professors alike tiptoed around the grounds of the school, watching their back with every step they took.

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It was only a day later that the person behind the crime was found. Word spread around the school that the culprit was in fact Rubeus Hagrid, a third year Gryffindor.

“Hagrid? But he was so nice, how could he possibly be the person who killed Myrtle?” Azalea asks mid-bite of her food.

“That’s what everyone's saying. Apparently he had an Acromantula hidden somewhere in the school, and it escaped.” Naomi grimaced at the thought of living within the same vicinity of a cannibalistic spider, but shook her head to rid of the images.

“Who found out that he was the one who did it anyway?” You ask, feeling a little skeptical about the whole situation.

“It was Tom actually, he took it upon himself to find out who did it so Hogwarts didn’t close down.” Melissa says, joining in on the conversation.

“Of course it was him. Thanks to that we still have to continue with the O.W.L. exams, what a punk.” Azalea angrily breaks apart the food on her plate, her brows knitting together.

“Azzy… I don’t think that's the part you should be upset about, a girl died.” Melissa looks at her with concern, putting a hand on her hand to stop her from breaking the plate.

“You know, I don’t get how Tom could find out who did it in such a short amount of time. I know that he’s smart, one of the top students, and very capable…” Naomi goes on and on about his achievements, much to everyone else's dismay.

“Do you have to list out every good thing he’s done? You sound like a bootlicker.” Azalea comments.

“I am not! I’m just saying, despite him supposedly being the strongest wizard in our year, I still don’t think that it’s possible for him to catch a criminal that quickly.” Naomi shrugs, going back to eating.

“He’s the strongest wizard but always lost to y/n in a duel.” Melissa gives you a smirk, which makes you laugh in return.

“Way to boost my ego, Mel,” You cease your bursts of laughter, trying to regain composure, “But I agree. There’s so way he could have done that in a short amount of time. There’s something weird about this whole thing.”

“I just hope that Myrtle's parents will be okay, I don’t even know what they could be feeling right now.” Melissa says, her eyes growing somber.

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The potions exam the next day concluded after a few hours of testing. The students rushed out of the exam room, cheering that one of the harder classes was over and done with, and of course you were one of them. Only a few more tests and the school year would end. You talked with Solomon for a few minutes, comparing answers the both of you wrote down for different questions. Getting an outstanding grade didn't seem possible, but hopefully the professors would grace you with an acceptable to just pass the class and get it over with.

From the corner of your eye, you see Tom leave the exam room, his cloak flowing behind him rather dramatically. You say farewell to Solomon before speed walking to catch up to Tom.

“Slow down would you?” you say right behind him.

Tom halts and turns around, eyebrow raised, “What do you want?”

“I want to ask you something.”

“Fine, out with it.”

“How did you know that Hagrid was the one that killed Myrtle?”

Tom's eyes widened slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. A flurry of thoughts ran through his head as he tried to come up with an appropriate response to your question.

“There was always something off about him. In his love for magical creatures, it wouldn’t have been a surprise if he was keeping something dangerous as a pet. It wasn’t that hard to narrow it down to him.” Tom crosses his arms, trying to seem as tranquil as possible.

“You based it all on him liking magical creatures? I don’t think that’s enough evidence to convict him of murder.”

“Are you saying I got the wrong man then? Think you can do better? You can’t. The professors have already looked into it and agreed, he’s been expelled, and his wand has been snapped.” He looks like he’s glaring at you now, with the way his brows knit together.

“I’m not saying I can do it better, I’m just saying it’s a little suspicious that you managed to corner him that quickly.” you find his defensiveness odd, but when isn’t he acting strange?

“I don’t have time to discuss this with you. I found the man that killed someone from your house, and made sure he couldn’t do it again. You should thank me instead of trying to investigate.” Tom barely spares you a glance before turning around and walking away.

You roll your eyes at him, of course he wouldn’t give you a straight answer. Merlin, it’s like he has multiple personalities. One minute he’s relatively nice, the next he’s practically staring daggers at you. Deciding to give up, you head back to your dorm, happy that the school year is almost over.

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The last day of school reached its peak. The students finished their exams and now spent the rest of the day hanging out with their friends. You just finished your date with Archer at Hogsmeade. It was good to talk with him after such a long time, especially after all the stressful events that happened.

Amidst all the stress, a slight beacon of light was that you now had a legal guardian once more, Dumbledore. After talking about your situation for a few days, he was more than honored to practically adopt you, becoming your adoptive father. That also meant that you were allowed to stay in the wizarding world, which was preferable since you didn’t have a home in the muggle world anymore.

You played with your bracelet as you watched the train leave Hogsmeade station. Your friends boarded and went off for the summer, a little sad that you wouldn’t be able to join them this time around. After the train was out of sight, you began your journey back to the castle, excited for what the 6th year of Hogwarts would bring.

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