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Treacherous

Summary: Meet Lyra Bones: She has best mates losing all sorts of virginities, her step-sister-to-be is out to ruin her life, she spends every weekend helping Hagrid feed the thestrals (and whatever else he manages to bring onto Hogwarts property), she has an embarrassingly massive crush on Lorcan Scamander, and Albus Potter wants to make a deal with her?

Harry Potter Fanfiction ~ Albus Potter/OC

Chapter 1:

I’m eating my dinner in The Great Hall when Jess Jordan, one of my best friends and roommates, flips off the Gryffindor quidditch captain as he saunters by our table and makes a snide comment towards her.

“I call it as I see it, douchebag.” She tells him, not even bothering to look over her shoulder at him.

Joel McLaggen stops in his tracks, some of his Gryffindor quidditch posse behind him. I start munching on my chicken wing, happy for some entertainment with my meal. This should be good.

“Maybe you should get your eyes checked then. It would explain why you always look like shit.” He says.

Oh, Helga.

Jess rolls her dark eyes and takes a big ol’ bite of her shepherds pie. “Take your complaints to the Headmaster and piss off. I’m eating.”

Margo, my other best friend and roommate, and I share a smile beside each other. We both know that Jess can handle some jerk - she’s done it a million of times since she’s become the Quidditch Commentator in our fourth year. Some people take their quidditch a little too seriously if you ask me. . .

“Slag.” He retorts and begins walking towards the Gryffindor table.

Oh no he did not!

Without thinking I flick my wand and McLaggen’s black pants slide right down to the floor, causing him to trip and fall on his face, his undies out for everyone to see. The entire Great Hall erupts into laughter.

“Oh, Helga - does his undies say tuesday on them?” I wonder out loud whilst grinning like mad. This only causes my friends to laugh even harder.

Lysander Scamander sits beside Jess. His dark blond hair is a big mess and his yellow and black tie is a bit crooked. I look over at the Gryffindor table just as Louis Weasley, looking just as disheveled, sits with his Weasley-Potter clan. He and Lysander have been dating since they got drunk at the end-of-the-year party last June and snogged in a broom closet.

“Did I just see McLaggen’s knickers?” He asks and tries to take a fork-full of my mashed potatoes. I smack his hand away.

“Yes. But I bet his isn’t the only you’ve seen tonight.” Margo replies with a smirk.

Lysander’s cheeks turn red. “Oh, sod off. But I’m curious, did you have an ulterior motive to do it or were you just bored, Jess?” He asks the raven-haired girl beside him. She rolls her eyes at him.

“Why do you just assume it was me who had done it?” She wonders.

Lysander shrugs. “I don’t know, because you’re the hot-headed one of us?”

“Oh, really?” Jess literally growls and Lysander looks at Margo and I with a see-I-told-you look. “Well, you’re wrong. It was Lyra, actually. So suck it, Scamander.”

Lysander’s jaw drops. “Merlin’s beard. Why?”

“He had it comin’.” I tell him.

Lysander nods his head, taking this as a good enough answer and starts eating bread rolls. He and I have been best friends since before Hogwarts when we met at a Christmas party hosted by our parent’s mutual friend. I always thought of Lysander as more of a brother.

But his twin brother, Lorcan?

I always always had a horribly embarrassing crush on him.

Without even thinking my eyes immediately find Lorcan at the Ravenclaw table. He has his own group of mates, including my crazy soon-to-be-step-sister Indigo Patil, but he’s most certainly the smartest, the nicest, and the cutest of them all. With those dreamy, wistful-looking blue eyes and white blond hair that always fall in those eyes. . .

Ugh. How could I not be into him? Too bad he will never feel the same way about me. Every time I try to talk to him I always sound like a complete flobberworm! Nobody but Margo knows about my harbouring crush; Jess would just tear the mickey out of me if she knew and Lysander would probably feel super weird if the girl he thought of as a sister fancied his actual brother.

“Helloooo! Earth to Lyra!” Lysander snaps his fingers in front of my face with an amused expression.

“Huh?”

“You were spacing out again. And drooling.” He tells me. Margo giggles.

“I was thinking of pumpkin pie.” I say because they know how much I love pumpkin pie. And now I really do want pumpkin pie.

“Of course you were, you goon.” Jess replies half-heartedly. “We were discussing the Halloween party. You, Margo, and I should really talk about costumes. And decorations.”

“Okay. But I promised Professor Hagrid I’d feed Fang tonight while he’s away on important travels. So I’m not sure when I will be in bed.” I tell her and she nods her head understanding.

“And I have my lesson with Trelawney.” Margo murmured beside me.

“What about me? I don’t get a say in anything?” Lysander asks with a pout.

“Nope!” Jess replies with a smirk.

“Wow, thanks.”

“Did you get the password for the Room of Requirements from Louis?” I ask him.

“Yes, I did. And I got enough Firewhiskey to last us ten years probably.”

“Then we’re done with you. Leave us.” Jess tells him with a wave of her hand, dismissively.

He flips her off. Affectionately, I swear.

Fang nearly knocks me to the ground the second I step inside Professor Hagrid’s Hut. He’s taller than me (which isn’t much considering I’m only five feet) and he slobbers happily all over my hands and trousers.

I giggle. “Hello to you too, pup.”

He barks in response and I scratch behind his ears before making my way to turn on the lights.

Wait. The lights are already on. I didn’t turn them on, did I?

Hmm. I guess I did!

Fang follows me as I go to the closet that I know Professor Hagrid keeps Fang’s food in. His tail wags faster. What a funny pup! And yes, he’s pretty old but all dogs are puppies in my book, no matter their age.

As I’m filling his bowl, a creaking sound comes from behind Professor Hagrid’s bedroom door. And muffled voices? It can’t be Hagrid, can’t it?

Helga Hufflepuff. I will die if he is with . . . a lady in there.

I’m quickly making my way to leave when the bedroom door swings open and it’s not Hagrid. It’s even worse.

It’s Albus Potter.

“What are you doing here!?” We both ask each other. At the same time.

He looks peeved but he looked that way before he even noticed me here. He moves a hand through his messy dark hair and his Slytherin tie is hanging loosely around his neck. He’s very attractive. But a total jerk.

No thank you.

Well, not like he’s ever asked but he’s so not my type. Maybe more of Margo’s type. She has a thing for “bad boys”.

“I’m here because Professor Hagrid asked me to feed Fang while he’s away tonight.” I tell him and cross my arms. “Clearly you got whiff of him being out tonight as well.”

The corner of Albus’ lips turn up slightly. “Did you just say ‘whiff’?” He asks, just as a figure emerges behind him. Eleanor Zabini. A sixth year Slytherin that I’ve never spoken to but Margo (being a Prefect) has complained about for always breaking the rules.

“Oh thank Merlin. It’s just a Hufflepuff, I was afraid it was someone important.” She says.

Um? Ouch. That’s so rude.

Still, I don’t say anything back. It’s not really my style. . .

She turns to Albus. “Can we get out of here? This place reeks of dog.”

“Yeah, I’ll catch up with you.” He tells her and she sneers at me while walking past.

What did I do to her?

Once she’s gone, it’s just me and Albus Potter standing across from each other in Professor Hagrid’s Hut. And I realize he’s looking at me. Well, more like studying me. His brows are furrowed and he’s got this hint of a smirk on his face. Over the years, I’ve noticed he always has a hint of a smirk on his face.

I’ve never really spoken to Albus Potter before but everyone knows the Potter-Weasleys. Especially the kids of Wizard Savior himself. James is a year older, a Gryffindor Quidditch star that now plays for the Finches. Lily is a fourth year Gryffindor who is probably even crazier when it comes to Quidditch than James is. And Albus is in my year, a Slytherin Prefect whom I’ve shared classes with but was never partnered with. I know he has tea with Professor Hagrid every Tuesday because Hagrid has mentioned it.

“You’re not going to tell Hagrid about this, right?” He implies.

“Uh, excuse me? And why the bloody hell not?”

“He’ll tell my parents and I can not deal with that right now.” He says. “So could you just not tell him?”

I narrow my brown eyes at him and say, “He has a right to know. What you did was very disrespectful.”

Albus sighs. “Another reason I don’t want him to know. Come on. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

I look at him in surprise. “I don’t want anything. But. . . I won’t tell him, but if I catch this happening again you give me no choice but to let him know. He deserves that much respect for trusting you, you know.”

“Great, now I’m getting lectured by a Hufflepuff.” He says and rolls his eyes. Um. Excuse him?!

“Wise words from someone who was just begging me to keep a secret.”

He snorts like I’ve just said a joke. “Good point, Bones.”

“You know me?” I ask flabbergasted.

“Yup. Lyra Bones. Hagrid talks highly of you. . . Pretty sure you’re his favorite student.” He explains.

I already know this but still - it makes me smile.

“I better get going. . . “ He trails off.

“Oh, um, yes. Me too!”

Then we awkwardly bump shoulders trying to walk out the door at the same time. He lets me go first and I mumble a thank-you.

He walks a few steps behind me and once I’m closer to the castle, I run. Embarrassingly.

“He was shagging Eleanor Zabini in Professor Hagrid’s bed?!” Jess is bewildered.

I’m sliding under the sheet of my bed in between her and Margo’s respected bedposts. Their jaws all but dropped when I told them what happened. I waited until after we discussed our Halloween costumes to tell them, which they were pissed about. Apparently when it comes to ‘juicy gossip’ as Margo calls it, it comes first.

“Well, I don’t know if they were shagging. . .” I falter.

They both give me a get-real look. Albus Potter has quite the reputation. He ‘hooks up’ with girls but doesn’t date them. I’m not quite sure why but everyone knows this. The bloke has never even held hands with a girl before.

Margo shakes her head. “That’s so. . . skeevy. Even for him.”

“Yes.” I affirm.

Jess shrugs. “He’s Albus Potter - what did you expect? I just can’t believe your virgin eyes walked in on it.” She says with a shit-eating grin.

“I did not!” I yelp and throw a hufflepuff-crested pillow at her which she catches easily.

We’re all laughing until Margo takes that familiar sharp intake of breath and her blue eyes go glassy. Jess and I immediately hurry to her. She stares off into space for what feels like half a second.

Then she comes back to us. I hand her a bottle of water from the mini fridge we keep in our dormitory. She takes the bottle and sips water.

“Did you see something awful?” Jess prods her. I give her a stern look over our friend’s blonde head but she ignores me.

Margo shakes her head. “No but I saw something. . . insane. Crazy. Unbelievable-”

“Seriously, Margo. Just say it.” Jess interupts her, annoyed.

“I saw Albus Potter holding hands with a Hufflepuff girl.” She says.

“Woah.” I say.

Jess’ eyebrows fly into her hairline. “Are you sure?”

Margo rolls her eyes. “Yes I am sure!”

“Well, I’m just asking. You know sometimes the things you see don’t happen, or it doesn’t mean the way you think it does.” Jess tells her abruptly.

“Who was the girl?” I ask Margo, trying to avoid any kind of argument between them. Lysander is right when he said that Jess is the hot-headed one of us. Sometimes it’s a wonder how she got sorted into Hufflepuff, but Jess Jordan is quite possibly the most loyal person alive so I think that’s why.

Margo bites her lip. “I don’t know. I couldn’t see her face.”

“As much as I love to hear about Albus Potter’s future love-life, I’d much rather sleep. Goodnight, girls.” Jess climbs into her bed and draws her curtains around her.

I stand up from Margo’s bed to slide into my own but she grabs my wrist lightly. Her beady blue eyes are staring up at me. In a hushed tone she says, “It was you.”

“Huh?”

Her eyes flicker to Jess’ bed and back at me. “The girl he was holding hands with was you. I didn’t want to say anything in front of her because well. . . you know how she can be.”

“Okay,” I mutter and slide into my bed beside her. I don’t take Margo’s visions too seriously because most of them never come true and she’s usually wrong about them. It’s why she spends so much time with Trelawney so she can learn more about them.

Also - me and Albus Potter????? Helga Hufflepuff, get REAL. That will never ever happen.

“And you looked truly happy.” Margo says.

I scoff. “I am happy, Margo.”

She pursed her lips slightly before smiling warmly at me. “Goodnight, Lyra.” She says and flicks her wand to turn out the lights.

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coolveraverto · 4 years ago

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actual hufflepuff traits: baking too many cookies and then eating all the cookies and having no cookies, and wanting more cookies

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coolveraverto · 5 years ago

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Those Damn Marauders

Summary: *Mature Content*

Maude Bloomingdale knows there is something deeply unsettling about those damn Marauders. After her best friend is murdered in the Forbidden Forest, she just knows they had something to do with it. And she will stop at nothing until she gets to the bottom of it.

Sirius Black/OC

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Prologue

I see them strutting in the corridors, laughing between the four of them in a way that can make me jealous and annoyed at the same time. They were most loud when they were together, even if they weren’t even speaking - It was just something in the way they looked at one another. Proudly. Smirky.

They wore lion crested sweaters that gave them all this well-found entitlement. They did not deserve the extended deadlines on papers, the prettiest girls in school hanging on their every word, or students painting their quidditch numbers on their faces. No. They did not deserve it in the slightest.

Those damn Marauders. Those ignorant, vile, big-headed damn Marauders.

They knew it too. All four of those arrogant boys knew they ran Hogwarts. Girls in every year fancied them and stared at them whenever they walked by. It was a downright miracle if one actually gained the courage to speak to one of them without fainting.

Even the Professors.

Merlin’s beard, the Professors. They talked about them like they were famous for something actually important. They turned their heads when they hexed Slytherins in the corridors. Shaked their heads with a smile when one didn’t turn an essay in on time. It was ridiculous!

Maybe I was being unfair. Unreasonable, is what Callie would tell me. She disliked the fact that I always grumbled “damn Marauders” whenever they strutted by us. She was hopelessly in love with the one named Remus. His bag was always filled with books and he always looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks and Callie practically screamed when they were partnered in Potions last year. It took only a week for him to ask her to Hogsmeade. She was glowy and smiley. I wanted to vomit.

Oh, Callie. What I would give to have my best friend back.

Those damn Marauders are going to pay for what they did. I don’t care if everyone loves them or wants to be them. I don’t care that they were the most good-looking lads in Hogwarts.

They murdered my best friend, and they are going to pay for it.

Chapter One

It has been three months. Three months since that horrible night in May. The nightmares haven’t eased down in the slightest.

The last few weeks of sixth year went by in a total blur. Professors were always watching me, students I barely spoke to were always asking if I was okay and saying how amazing Callie was, and I’d plaster a fake smile, biting my tongue. I couldn’t believe how quick they were to be throwing around the word was. Callie is amazing.

The friendliness was overwhelming and living in Hufflepuff dorms was just the icing in a disgusting unwanted plate of cake.

Remus Lupin, whom I believe is the reason Callie is no longer alive, looked absolutely terrible. Good, I think to myself when I see how the circles under his eyes have gotten darker by each passing day. He should feel horrible. He should be in Azkaban. And I’ll make sure I see that with my own two eyes. All four of those damn Marauders.

I’m standing on platform 9 ¾, hugging my parents goodbye before I depart for my last and seventh year at Hogwarts. My parents are both muggles and are still incredibly clueless when it comes to anything I tell them about magic, but they are good and kind and try their best to understand, which is important.

“Is that Maude Bloomingdale?”

I turn around to find Cairo marching his way towards me. He’s wearing a big smile and his sandy hair is flopping all over. When he wraps me in a bear hug, I can’t help but breathe him all in. Oh, Cairo. Our friendship has gotten so. . . weird since Callie. They’re twins. I can only imagine how the summer was for him.

“Did you get shorter?” He teases me, his smile still in place. He’s a great actor.

I raise an eyebrow. “Did you get pudgy?” I ask him, but of course I am just joking. Cairo is not pudgy even in the slightest. He’s actually quite fit. Much more good-looking than any of those Marauders.

He turns to my parents and greets them with a warm smile. Dad is shooting him suspicious daggers like why are you hugging my daughter and Mum is staring at me with eyebrows raised like why is this handsome bloke hugging my daughter. Cairo doesn’t seem to notice - he’s such a gentleman.

“Mom, Dad, this is Cairo,” I tell them. “Callie’s brother.”

Their expressions soften. Suddenly Dad isn’t glaring. Instead he looks pitiful. Which is so much worse.

“We must go, before the train leaves without us.” I say, hoping to get Cairo away from my parents. I would just die if they said something so embarrassing to him about me or, Merlin’s beard, about Callie.

I hug them goodbye and then Cairo and I make our way onto the Hogwarts Express for the very last time. Everything about this feels strange - Callie should be here! Every year Callie and I did this together. Now she’s gone and I’m left with nothing but her flitting memory.

I follow behind Cairo on the train looking for an empty compartment. Though we don’t say it, we both know we want to be alone together. I think about the letters his owl sent me throughout the summer. How I ignored them all until the very last one when all I had written back was agreeing to talk once we got on the train.

I know it was terrible of me to ignore his desperate attempts to talk or see me all summer, but I just couldn’t. The guilt sitting inside me for what we had done was more than enough for me. Now I have no choice but to face it.

He pulls me into an empty compartment and slides the door shut in one swift movement.

“You’ve gotten better at that,” I say, thinking of all the times he pulled me ungracefully into broom closets last school year.

“We have to talk,” he says sternly.

I sigh in response and he gives me a look before crossing his arms over his chest. Merlin, his arms look so fit. I bet he was taking his grief out by lunging his beater bat at quaffles all summer. I try to avert my eyes from his arms and instead look at his face. His pretty blue eyes are piercing into mine. He’s hurt that I’ve ignored him.

“Cairo, I’m - I’m sorry for not writing back.”

“I kind of expected that from you, you’ve never been much of the writer,” he replies with a hint of a smile. I feel myself start to smile back but then I remember of all the times that Callie would tease me for barely writing two sentences in my letters to her. Cairo must think of it too, because he starts to frown as well.

“I miss her, Cairo,” I tell him in nothing more than a whisper. As if saying it any louder would mean it's really true. I don’t want to believe it still.

“I know. I do too. Mum and Dad were a complete wreck all summer. It would’ve been nice to at least have a friend who understood.”

“I’m sorry. I honestly just didn’t know what to say. And, bloody hell, after what happened, I just feel guilty Cairo.”

He stiffens and looks at me seriously. “Maude, none of it is your fault. I was - I am her brother, and I couldn’t keep her safe. I just wish I knew why she went to the Forbidden Forest like that. . .”

I think to myself, should I just tell him? Tell him how that night Callie told me she suspected Remus Lupin of seeing someone else because he was always sneaking into the Forbidden Forest at night. How she told me she was going to follow him and catch him. And how that night I promised Callie I wasn’t going to see her brother anymore, and then broke that promise.

I see the pain in his face. The confusion. The daunting look of never knowing what happened to his sister and realizing somethings are just better not knowing. I will bring justice to Callie, for the both of us.

“We need each other,” he says, suddenly pulling me from my thoughts, and wraps a warm hand around my small one. I smile a little at the touch of his hand. Oh, how I’ve missed his touch.

Cairo pulls me closer to his chest, and begins leaving light kisses along my neck. A familiar shiver runs through my entire body and I lean into him more, reveling in his scent. He smells of soap and mints.

His lips find mine and we snog ferociously. Hands all over each other, feet trembling as we move to lie on the empty bench of the compartment. Our legs entwined with each other, pushing into each other for more. His hands under my top and cups my breasts and then he’s doing that thing I fancy with his tongue, flicking at my nipple.

Suddenly I’m not thinking of anything else, just that I want to get us out of our clothes. And we’re getting to just that until -

The train starts moving. And it’s like reality hits us all over again. This is exactly what we were doing while Callie was being murdered. Instead of telling her that going to the Forbidden Forest was a terrible idea, I even encouraged it. Why? Because I wanted to sneak behind her back and meet Cairo for a shagging session in one of our secret spots around the castle. If I knew what was going to happen, I would have stopped her.

“We can’t do this anymore,” I tell him as he slips the t-shirt I flung off him just moments ago, back on. We sit side by side.

“I knew you were going to say that.”

“Then why did you want to talk to me?” I asked him.

“To tell you that’s an awful idea. She would want us to be happy.”

I look away from him. “You don’t know what she would want. . .”

He looks at me quizzically. His sandy hair is a lopsided mess and all I want is to run my fingers through it, but I refrain from doing so.

“I’ll always be your friend. But whatever ‘this’ is that we’ve been doing. . . It can’t happen anymore. I’m. . . working through stuff.”

He shakes his head. “You’re mad. Maude, I don’t want to be with anyone else, and I know you feel the same way!”

I can’t help but let the tears fall. “You’re wrong,” I lie to him and get up and leave the compartment before he can stop me. I walk a couple compartments down, thankful to have nobody in the way to see me crying. The last thing I need is someone to try and comfort and talk to me about Callie right now.

But then the compartment door beside me slides open and closes and none other than one of the damn Marauders themselves saunters out, laughing loudly. Probably about something stupid.

Sirius Black spots me instantly. He just stands there for the longest minute of both of our lives I think until he clears his throat.

“Maude?” He says my name so softly. Of course Sirius Black would recognize me. I was only the best friend of one of his stupid possee members girlfriend. I wipe the tears off my face with the sleeve of my sweater and I know I look like a hideous mess but it’s just Black. As if I cared what he thought of me.

“I wish I had a handkerchief to give to you,” he says with a hint of amusement.

Surprising myself, I actually let out a short laugh. “You mean to tell me Gryffindors don’t just carry around handkerchiefs to give to girls in distress?”

He runs a hand through his shoulder length black hair, something I’ve noticed he does a lot. Especially during Charms exams.

“You’re funny,” he tells me.

The door of the compartment I was in with Cairo slides open and he walks out, still fixing his hair. He sees us and we lock eyes for a moment, his questioning why on earth I’m having a conversation with notorious Sirius Black. I turn away from him and he walks in the opposite direction.

“Trouble in paradise?” Black asks me and I look to see him smirking at me.

“What? No. We’re just friends.”

Black scoffs and folds his arms around his chest, looking at me as if he caught me stealing cookies from the cookie tin. “You mean to tell me Hufflepuffs just go around lying out of their arses?”

Now I scoffed at him. “I don’t think it wise for you yourself to be calling one a liar, Black.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” I say quickly. Shit. I was so close to revealing to him that I know of their secret. I need to play this smart and dumb at the same time. “Fine. You’re right. He and I had a … thing, and he doesn’t seem to like that I’ve ended it.”

Black’s grey eyes turn cold and dark. “He’s giving you trouble?”

Shit. The last thing I want is for Sirius fucking Black to hex Cairo for something that’s barely the truth.

“No. He’s just upset. I’m sure he’ll be over it by the welcoming feast.”

His shoulders relax and I take a second to look at his face. He’s handsome, bloody hell. He has that “bad boy” vibe all the girls fancy about him. And he’s fit from playing Chaser for the Gryffindor team. And okay, his eyes are nice. They’re grey, and remind me of the morning fog in Autumn.

He’s still a murderer. Or at least an accomplice. I hope to see him and the rest of them in Azkaban by Christmas.

“I have to go. I have to find my friends before I’ve got nowhere to sit.” I say to him.

I think he looks almost disappointed but it disappears and he plasters on a handsome smile. “Right. Enjoy the feast, Bloomingdale.”

“You too.”

To call my roommates my ‘friends’ would be far-fetched. They’re more like acquaintances. And Callie was closer to them than I ever was. Well, close to two out of the three. She and Reyna never seemed to see eye-to-eye. Reyna always had a crush on Remus Lupin so when Callie began to date him, things got a little awkward in the dorm.

Still, she, Madelena, and Beth were more than welcoming when I knocked at their compartment door. Normally Callie and I would find one to sit just us two. But now . . . I don’t know, I’d rather sit with people I know than sit alone and be ‘that’ freak.

They talked about their summers and I quietly listened. Beth spent the summer visiting family in America and raved over New York City pizza. Madelena had a job at the magical camp called Camp Merlin. And I was slightly relieved to hear that Reyna had an equally as boring summer as I did.

Yet I was still not prepared when they all turned their eyes on me.

“What about you, Maude? Anything exciting happen during your summer?” Beth asks me, her green eyes full of excitement. I spot Madelena elbow her friend slightly, a weird look on her face.

“It was all right.” My answer seems to have disappointed her and the others try not to look at me, but I can feel the awkward tension in the room. “I mean, it was nothing compared to a summer in New York City! Tell me, I’m dying to know about American boys.”

Beth smiles wide and rambles on about the city and everything in it. We listen and giggle at Beth’s boy-crazy antics. I try to ignore Reyna’s watching eye as she keeps looking over at me, probably expecting me to break down and start crying at any second.

When the trolley lady appears asking us for anything on the trolley I get up quickly.

“Can I get a liquorice wand and a pumpkin pastry, please?”

The trolley lady nods her head and grabs my candy and pastry, “Yes, of course, sweetie,” she says and then looks up at me. Her eyes soften and the corners of her lips droop. “Oh, Miss. Bloomingdale.” She touches my shoulder warmly. “How are you, dear?”

“I’m fine,” I croak out and hand her the money I owe. She shakes her head. “That’s all right, dear. Don’t worry about it.” She tells me and then continues with her trolley to the next compartment, leaving me dazed.

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coolveraverto · 5 years ago

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Those Damn Marauders

Summary: *Mature Content*

Sirius Black/OC

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coolveraverto · 6 years ago

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Fur, Feathers, and Fins (Chap 2)

HPFT

Chapter 2: “Have you never seen a goldfish?” I ask him.“They’re made of gold??” James asks seriously.

When I decided to work for Dad’s pet shop, I was relieved that it was in Diagon Alley and not Hogsmeade because in Hogsmeade, the weekends were full of teenagers poking their business in the shop, breaking this and that, teenage girls gossiping and whispering about you, etc etc. . . But what I never even thought of was the absolute horror of this: Back. To. School. Shopping.

Or, at least when it comes to getting a pet for Hogwarts it’s First Years adopting a pet to take with them to school. This is basically the one time out of the year, besides Christmas, when the shop is bloody busy and of course, OF COURSE, it is also happens to be James’ first day.

He is SO going to quit.

When I got to FFF an hour before opening, parents and their kids were already waiting impatiently at the door. A mum literally cursed at me when I told her we weren’t opening for at least another hour. Ugh.

Dad was refilling the water bowls for the kneazles when I stepped in.

“Good morning, Kit Kat!” He says brightly.

I grunt in response. “A woman just told me she’s going to Eeylops Owl Emporium instead.”

He rolls his eyes and scratches a kneazle under her chin. She purrs happily. “How bloody sad. It’s really going to hurt our business without her. . .”

I snort and grab the step stool to reach the hanging cages to check on the four owls we have in the shop. Eeylops may have like a billion owls but that is literally all they have. At least WE have a variety of different animals to choose from. Some customers have never even heard of ferrets before. It’s what really sets us apart from the rest. The pretty little owls hoot at me and I smile.

“When is Harry- erm, the NEW guy showing up?” Dad asks me as I slide the step up ladder back in it’s spot behind the cash register counter.

“I told him to be here at 8 when we open. Hopefully the crowd doesn’t scare him off.” I tell him.

“Nah. But a woman did pinch me in the arm because she thought I was trying to cut her in line.”

I nearly gasp at the sight of James standing in the middle of the shop. I didn’t even hear the bells chime above the door. Dad chuckles and shakes his head before walking up to James and sticks his hand out. James looks a bit nervous but smiles charmingly of course.

“It’s nice to finally meet our new recruit. It’s James, isn’t?” Dad says and I nearly sigh at him trying to act like he doesn’t know his name at all. He thinks he’s slick.

“Yes, sir. I’m so grateful for this opportunity. Thank you so much for hiring me Mr. Mackenzie.”

Dad laughs and waves his hand around. “Oh please! Call me Nolan. And no need to thank me. It was my daughter that hired you. She said you had something special.”

Oh my Merlin. Why did he just say that?????

James looks in my direction with a look of surprise. “You think I’m special Kitty? That’s so sweet of you.”

I try to play it cool but I am totally caught off guard by all of this. “Yeah, well. . . lets see how you do. You haven’t had your first day yet.”

“But I AM early.” He replies with a toothy grin.

I can’t help but smile back.

And then we’re just standing there. Smiling at each other. For like. . . a minute or two, until Dad coughs and I literally turn bright red. How bloody embarrassing. Dad is trying so hard to keep himself from grinning like a mad-man. I can just tell how pleased he is that Harry Potter’s son is working here with us.

“Kitty why don’t you show James around the shop and introduce him to everyone before we open. Oh and definitely get him a t-shirt from the office.” Dad tells me. I nod my head and make my way towards the back of the shop where the office is, James in tow.

I shuffle through the box of yellow t-shirts with Fur, Feathers and Fins embroidered on them. “Erm, what size do you think?” I ask him.

“I’ll try a medium.” He says and clears his throat. This feels so incredibly awkward. I throw him a medium shirt and as if things couldn't get ANY more awkward for me, James LITERALLY takes off his sweater and is shirtless. In front of me. In a closed door room. And he has abs. And he looks GOOD.

Merlin. Please help me.

I steer James towards the left side of the shop and decide to start with the easiest. The Goldfish. James stares at the tank with his mouth open.

“Have you never seen a goldfish?” I ask him.

“They’re made of gold??” James asks seriously and I almost burst out laughing.

“No. These little guys are a popular muggle pet fish. We have magical creatures and non-magical here. I can’t believe you’ve never seen a goldfish! They’re actually pretty tough to sell. Most kids want a pet they can snuggle.”

I continue babbling, explaining what we do to care for them and a little bit of facts to get people to adopt them and I feel like a loser, going on and on about cleaning the gunk off a fish tank, but James listens intently and nods his head like he really understands me.

We continue onto the three non-magical corn snakes, the one runespoor that is difficult to get adopted because the species was once popular by Dark Wizards but the one we have is the sweetest little guy ever, then I show him the four turtles, the five little bowtruckles that I adore, the seven toads that James definitely isn’t a fan of because he makes a face when he thinks I’m not looking, then the lizards. I introduce him to the rest of the kneazles and cats and Monty leaps into James’ arms. For the rest of the tour, Monty sits happily in his arms.

When we get to the ferrets I expect him to be surprised but he says how Albus has had one since he was eleven and that he actually got it from here which surprises me. We go through the rats, the puffskeins and the knarls which I favor a bit, I will admit it, then the guinea pigs. James stops short when we get to the snidgets.

“Wait, aren’t these-”

“Yep,” I interrupt him. “The Golden Snidget is modeled after these little guys. Way back when they actually used them during Quidditch matches.”

“Wow.” He says.

I nod my head. “They’re very rare but Dad knows a guy and so forth. Only someone incredibly special will be able to take one home, keep that in mind.”

James grins. “Incredibly special like me?”

I raise an eyebrow. “I never said INCREDIBLY. . .”

He gives me a sweet little smile and I nearly melt into a puddle. “Anyway, we have just one more stop. The peach-faced lovebirds.”

“The what?” he asks and I point to the two birds. He smiles excitedly at them. “Merlin, they are so adorable!”

“Yes, they live up to their name. These two are literally lovebirds. Can’t separate them.”

“Aw.”

“Don’t be fooled by their little bodies. They have BIG personalities. And the girl one bites sometimes.”

“Sometimes?!” He exclaims. “How will I know if she will or not?”

I suppress a grin and shrug. “That’s the joy of working with animals. You never know what will happen.”

“I suppose so,” he mutters.

I hope he isn’t regretting this. But the way he snuggles Monty to his chest gives me hope he will at least try this out. I show him the loo and the supplies closet where everything is for taking care of the animals and that’s that. Once we finish, it is officially 8 o’clock and Dad is unlocking the door.

James stands beside me behind the counter and it’s weird to see someone like him looking nervous. I nudge his shoulder and send him a small smile. “You’ll do fine. The first day is always nerve-wrecking. I’ve basically lived here all my life and my first official day I accidentally left the cage door to the ferrets open and one crawled up some old lady's leg.”

James forces a smile. “Hopefully I don’t do that.”

“Yeah,” I say wistfully. “You really shouldn't crawl up some old lady’s leg. Though it would put is front and center on the Daily Prophet.”

James roars with laughter and I feel a sudden twinge of happiness that I made him laugh like that.

“Don’t worry, you’ve had first day of work before. It’s not that different.” I continue, thinking about that article in the Daily that I read a couple years ago about James joining the Chudley Cannons, though I don’t know why he isn’t still now. . .

He immediately stops smiling and frowns, looking anywhere but at me. Ugh, great. Leave it to me to say the wrong thing and ruin everything.

“I’m sorry, did I-”

James shakes his head and I stop. He tries to smile but it doesn’t meet his eyes. “It’s not for me. Now where do you want me, boss?”

“Um. . . you can set Monty down here, he usually makes his way to the counter anyway, and um, grab the broom and sweep up a bit.” Wow does it feel weird telling James Potter what to do. And he actually does it!

I’m standing there basically stalking him while he sweeps near the guinea pigs for a bit before a customer comes up to the register. I get ready to see which little creature she’s got to take home when I realize she’s about sixteen and doesn’t have a pet at all. Her eyes are wide while she looks straight at me.

“Is that James Potter?” She whispers to me.

“Um, yes. Can I help you with anything?” I ask her. The girl SHRIEKS and turns back to a group of teenage girls basically hiding behind cages and watching James. “Guys! It is him! Oh my GOD!”

They all start giggling and getting all excited. And saying how hot he is, which I mean obviously he is. I’m pretty sure everyone is attracted to that guy. Even Monty is in love with him and he hates everyone. But this is just ridiculous. I didn’t even think this would happen.

I cash out a couple people who came in to buy pet supplies/food but I notice a few new people checking out James. He doesn’t even notice. Or at least pretends not to notice. He just continues working, once refills the water for the knarls and then (I can’t believe it) cleans up the vomit that Monty lovely left beside the counter. He sends me a boyish smile afterwards and I burn all over.

Towards the middle of the day and the crowds are dying down, Dad comes by to take my place at the register so I can take my break. I look for James so I can tell him how great he is at the cleaning and keeping up with it because believe me not everyone can do it with a damn smile like he has been. But when I spot him at the goldfish tank he’s talking to a middle-aged woman and a little boy who can’t be more than five.

Of course I eavesdrop on this.

“Sweetie, don’t you want something more. . . interesting?” The mom asks her son. He shrugs all shyly in front of James and James gets on his knees to be eye-level with him and smiles.

“Did you know that goldfish are very smart, despite how small they are?” He asks him.

“Really?” the little boy says.

James nods his head, very seriously. “They recognize people and will get excited when they see you. And you can train them!”

“Is that so?” The mom asks, clearly mocking. But James continues, “Yep! You can train them to swim through hoops, mazes, and even push a ball through a net! Isn’t that awesome?”

The little boy nods his head excitedly.

“Now, if I wanted to get an interesting pet, I’d want a goldfish. Blimey, just the name itself is pretty cool!”

The little boy tugs on his mom's hand and goes, “I want one! Please mummy!”

She sighs and looks up at James. “I guess we’re taking one home.”

James smiles brightly. “Awesome! I’ll get everything ready for you and I will meet you at the register.” He looks down at the little boy. “Do you want to pick your new friend out?” Which the boy does happily.

I watch the rest of the interaction and try not to interject, hoping James remembers everything I told him to do: Grab a bowl, fill it with the correct temperature water, use the net to grab the fish, secure the bowl with a lid, grab a pamphlet about Goldfish, and drop the food in a bag before bringing it all to the register. James does it all and if possible, better than anyone I have ever seen.

The little boy and his mom leave with smiles on their faces and I feel a sense of proudness. He did such a great job! I knew he had something special.

“How do you think I did?”

I jump and whirl around to find James smirking at me. I grab a cloth and pretend I was cleaning the shelves.

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about. . .” I try lying.

He leans against the shelves and crosses his arms. I don’t know how but he looks even hotter doing so. “You’re a bad liar,” he tells me.

“I know,” I say lamely. “But you did really really great! I’m proud of you.”

James looks taken aback by my response and he uncrosses his arms and runs a hand through his messy hair. “Thanks. . . That really means a lot.” He says meaningfully.

I smile warmly. “Not everyone can clean up vomit and smile about it.”

“I was NOT smiling about the vomit,” he says with a laugh. “It’s hard not to smile while being around a pretty girl.”

My body feels like it’s up in flames and he looks down at me with a soft expression. His brown eyes flicker to my lips I SWEAR and I find myself looking at his damn lips and Merlin. . . I want him to kiss me. I don’t even care that we’re in a smelly pet shop, leaning against shelves, and Dad is standing just ten feet away at the counter.

The bell chimes above the door and the heat of the moment sizzles out just like that. I’m about to ask if he wants to take this one until whoever just came into the shop starts asking my dad if James Potter really works here.

We turn the corner and it’s Lily Potter, his younger sister, and Gavin beside her. They’re holding hands and my eyebrows basically fly into my hairline. I have NEVER seen Gavin hold hands with a girl. At least not in public. I’m shocked.

“Lils, seriously?” James asks her, a bit annoyed.

She grins widely at him. “Yes, bloody seriously! What kind of a sister would I be if I didn’t visit my big brother on his first day at work?”

“A great one,” he answers but he doesn’t seem all that mad about it.

Lily spots me after a moment and beams at me. “Hi! I’m so terribly sorry for the way I acted the other night. I’m Lily.”

“Oh. . .It’s okay. You just scared me, that’s all.” I reply.

Gavin sends me a wavering look and I cock an eyebrow at him. He shrugs back. We’ll discuss this later but from what it looks like, my best mate has finally decided to settle down.

“Lily has the tendency to scare people. It’s the red hair.” James jokes and Lily rolls her eyes about it. “Whatever. Anyway, James this is Gavin. I think you guys remember each other from Hogwarts?”

They both nod at each other like guys do sometimes. It’s kind of uncomfortable because I know that Gavin absolutely hated James when we were in Hogwarts. He used to call him Asshat behind his back. And James was always arguing with him about never practicing enough because he was always up late with some girl of the month. And now Gavin is dating Lily.

So: Awkwardness.

“We’re going to dinner at that new restaurant, The Tipsy Pixie.” Lily says and Dad chimes in, “Oh that place is wonderful! I recommend the kale soup.”

I peer a glance at him. “When did YOU go there?”

He gives me a weird look. “A couple weeks ago. I didn’t tell you?”

“Um, nope. Who did you go with?” I can’t help but ask. Dad doesn’t really do much of anything outside the shop and usually we go to places together. And The Tipsy Pixie is supposed to be a fancy place and I just cannot picture Dad there. At all.

“An old friend. You don’t know them.” He answers shortly.

Hm. Okay, then.

“We better get going, Lily.” Gavin tells her. She nods her head and tells James not to screw up too much and then sends me a friendly wink. Before they go Gavin says to me, “I’ll see you at home later.”

“Princess Bride tonight?” I ask him. We watch that muggle film like almost every weekend. It’s my favorite. Him, not so much but we’re best mates so he has no choice.

He groans in response before the door shuts behind them.

I chuckle to myself and James stares at me oddly. I touch my hair insecurely. “What is it?”

“You two live together?” He asks me.

“Yeah. We’re best mates.” I tell him. “I thought you knew that.” He did say how I used to distract Gavin during matches back at Hogwarts which is ridiculous and so not true.

“Erm, no. Actually, I thought. . . Nevermind.”

“What?”

He runs a hand through his hair. “I thought you two were together back then.”

“Well, yeah, we’re best friends. . .”

“No,” he says while shaking his head. “Together, together. In a relationship.”

“Oh Merlin,” I say out loud. “No. Definitely not. Just best mates. I can’t believe you thought that. . .”

He looks relieved. I don’t know why, but I’m hoping (praying and wishing, too) that it’s because he might have a thing for me. I know it’s probably stupid of me for thinking it, but a girl can dream can’t she?

Dad coughs and reels me back from my dreaming. “I hate to break the obvious chemistry bubbling between you two, but Monty just vomited.”

Oh my Merlin. Seriously, Dad?

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coolveraverto · 7 years ago

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JKR said that Hagrid still works at Hogwarts in 2017, which means he’s still been alive these past few decades, and I just really hope someone took him to see How to Train Your Dragon.

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coolveraverto · 7 years ago

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Oversized sweaters make me feel secure

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Fur, Feathers, and Fins (Chap 1)

Chapter 1: Why would some Quidditch extraordinaire want to work in a pet store? I seriously have no answer. But I’m determined to find out.

HPFT

Everyone else was rubbish. They were either too young and made butt-crack jokes, too old to keep up with the pace - or they simply just didn’t have it. I swear on Dumbledore’s beard - there just wasn’t anyone else qualified for the job. Honest.

When James Potter II walked into my father’s pet shop… well, I was quite surprised.

One: His Uncle owned the famous WWW joke shop in Hogsmeade so why the hell did he come in here looking for a job? Surely he could get a job at the family business. Or anywhere really; He was a Potter (surname props).

Two: I hadn’t seen him since our Hogwarts days. Except for that time over a year ago when I saw him in London shopping with a pretty blonde - not like he saw me. I think.

And Three: I knew him as the snarky and determined Gryffindor Quidditch star. Everyone at school always said he could be tough-as-nails on the Quidditch pitch (he made my best friend play with a broken wrist during the last match against Slytherin), and he was not as smart or walked around with his nose up in the air like his younger brother, but I always thought he sounded too cocky in sixth year Potions. So why would some Quidditch extraordinaire want to work in a pet store?

I seriously have no answer. But I’m determined to find out.

Since I could barely pick myself up without falling straight on my buttocks, we’ve had the shop. Here is a little history about Fur, Feathers, and Fins (AKA FFF):

Mum despised the shop. Dad was in absolute delight about it. FFF caused some major marriage problems between the two.

Backdrop: My parents, Alicia Spinnet and Nolan Mackenzie met at Hogwarts. Though hardly. Mum was two years behind him, a Gryffindor Chaser with a sharp tongue and no tolerance for distracting boys. Dad thought she was cute but he was a shy Hufflepuff that helped Hagrid feed the giant squid on weekends. It wasn’t until a year after she graduated when they ran into each other at a shared friend’s wedding. Long story short: They got married not even six months later. Everything was good - Dad was working at a muggle Bar and Mum was paying the bills because of the Harpies; They laughed and talked and mum prodded at his ribs whenever he sang terribly to her.

And then an abandoned shop went for sale in Diagon Alley. “This was my real chance!” he always says. It had always been his dream to open a pet store filled with all sorts of animals - magical and non magical. Anything with fur, feathers, and fins that wanted a home. And he was going to be the one to help that. Except mum hated it.

She wanted to open a Quidditch supplies shop. Anything that wasn’t even remotely human made her skin itch. And being seven months pregnant with me, she didn’t find it a spectacular idea. Something along the lines of, “You couldn’t even decide on bloody nursery wallpaper but you can decide on this in a split second!”

I spent the first four months of my babyhood yanking on the tails of Kneazles and swatting my chubby palms at flying Golden Snidgets. Mum only came to the shop when she absolutely needed to and Dad sometimes spent nights there alone. Then they got divorced.

I was too young to really understand it so having two parents that live in separate parts of the world and only speak to each other when it directly affects me was a norm growing up. I lived with Mum in Leeds until I went to Hogwarts and saw Dad on certain Holidays. He was so happy when I was sorted into Hufflepuff, and to be honest… I felt closer to him somehow. Mum scrunched up her nose like she always does but she never said anything.

Once I graduated Hogwarts, Dad offered me a job working for FFF. I immediately took it, moving into a flat in London with my best mate, and mum had gotten remarried to some boring bloke that didn’t age well. Dad is still hung up on her though and I only know this because he still has their wedding photos and such sitting around his house. I don’t say anything about them.

Anyway.

So for the last four years I have been working for FFF. Some people think it’s a complete joke - that it is easy. “Oh, you work at a pet store?” Like it’s lame. “All you do is feed them and wait for someone to take them home?” Like that shit is easy.

News Flash: It isn’t easy.

Some days I actually want to bury my head into a blender and make myself into a smoothie. The chirping and meowing and barking and growling and whatever else noises they can make can drive a person up a wall. So bloody loud and consistent. I don’t think I know what it’s like not to have a headache anymore.

And then we have to clean up after them. That’s right. The stuff that comes out of both ends of these magical buggers. And some are SO smart, in fact I think Monty (a kneazle) makes himself vomit on purpose because he knows I have to mop it up. They can be so cruel. And so nasty.

But the hardest part is: when they get adopted. I know, it’s what we’re even open for business for and whatnot. But I grow so fondly for each and every one of them, even the grumpy fur balls. It breaks my heart just a little when they leave the shop, but it’s a bittersweet feeling.

It wasn’t until the seventh employee that my dad hired had quit when he finally ordered me to hire the next. The thought of interviewing randoms made me nauseous - I was not cut out for that type of bizz. But we needed the extra help and so I made a funky flyer - and by “I made” I mean my best mate did - and suddenly I was interviewing at least a dozen people for three days straight.

But like I said prior: they all bloody sucked. The animals would hiss at some, hide from others - or the interviewees would scream at some, hide from others. It was turning out to be a bleeding mess. I was beginning to lose hope and starting to accept the fact that I was gonna have to work ten times harder.

And then James Potter walked through the door.

Cue the ironic sound bell from muggle rom coms.

His brown hair was styled with gel, his yellow tie was almost as bright as his face, which, to say the least, was dazzling. Of course I always admitted to myself that James Potter II was a handsome bloke, back in my Hogwarts days. It wasn’t like I daydreamed about him snogging me in the broom closets, but I did turn pink once when he picked up the quill I had dropped that one time. But seeing him grow from a teenager to a 20-something. . . Okay, he got better-looking.

He smiled awkwardly when he saw me and I looked like a right-damn idiot - my jaw practically sitting on the floor just staring at him like a pea-sized brain fish! But thankfully, I came to my senses, wiping my hands on my red trousers and trying to smile back. Key word: Trying.

“Can I help you with something?” I asked with my employee-polite-voice.

He whisked out parchment from his pants pocket. It was my stupid lime-green flyer. OH my Merlin.

“I’m here for a position?” He asked like it was a question, I almost laughed. “You’re still hiring right?”

“Um, yes, we are -”

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Purrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Monty, the grumpy fat kneazle that hated everyone including me, was purring and trailing around James’ legs, making bright orange kneazle-fur to stick to his pants. You have got to be kidding me right now.

I snatched Monty away - trying not to get myself scratched in the process as Monty began wailing like something hideous. Which he is. “I am so bloody sorry, James. Truly, I do not know what has gotten into -”

“You remember me?” James asked, looking surprised. How could he even look surprised? Of course I’d remember HIM. But how in the bleeding world could someone like James Potter remember someone like ME? I had one friend in Hogwarts and I was - not going to lie - invisible.

“Well - yeah,” I replied lamely. And then out of bravery I asked, “You know me?”

James laughed. It was beautiful.

“If I can recall, you were always around Montgomery,” he explained and then he shook his head with a small smile playing on his lips. “You were always distracting that Keeper of mine. Could never block a quaffle when you were sitting in the stands. I guess it’s your fault we lost against Hufflepuff in the last match.”

Laughter erupted out of me so much I could barely control it. I never distracted Gavin during games. How could I even distract him? I was always too busy reading books on magical creatures to even know who won the blasted games.

James was looking at me weirdly and so I stopped laughing. Trying to play it cool I said, “I guess I just wanted my own House to win for a change. You Gryffindors were always too boastful.”

“Is that what you truly believe?” He was smiling like a kid on Christmas. “Maybe we were just trying to impress some pretty Hufflepuffs.”

Oh. My. Merlin.

Was he flirting?

He totally was.

Merlin.

I raised an eyebrow and decided to try to act like James Potter flirting with me was like bleeding normal or ordinary. “I’m not sure I can talk for all of my fellow Hufflepuffs, but I was too busy to notice arrogant teenage boys,” I said out loud, but on the inside I was dancing.

“Ah!” He jokingly put a hand over his heart like I had broken it. “My inner seventeen year old boy has a broken heart now. How dare you, Kitty Mackenzie.”

Oh. I hadn’t been called Kitty, other than by my father since I was in Hogwarts, so it was strange and unexpected when James said it. He was still grinning at me and I suddenly had the feeling that James Potter was a smiler and I would be damned if I were to be the one to break that smile.

“So. . .” I said as James picked Monty up off the ground and snuggled him against his chest. This cannot be real. When I finally wake up, I will realize this whole interaction had been a beautiful blissful dream. “When can you start?”

“You hired Harry Potter’s son?!” Dad has been freaking out since I told him the news of our new employee for the past like, ten minutes. His eyes are like saucers. “Harry Potter’s son is working for my pet shop.”

I roll my eyes and take a bite of my bread roll. In between bites I say, “Why do you keep saying his name like that? He’s just a person.”

“He’s not just a person, didn’t you learn anything in school?”

Yes, I know Harry Potter saved the wizarding world. He defeated the most evilest wizard ever. He’s the boy-who-lived. Yadada. Of course I know all about him, it’s basically imprinted in my brain forever. Especially since Dad worships the man. But he’s still just a person. And I could always tell James, and his siblings, didn’t like the special treatment they’d get all the time.

Instead, just to grind his gears a little more, I tell him all seriously, “No, never heard of him. I only learned about Nifflers.”

Dad gives me a look. “Do you realize how great this is for our shop?”

I raise an eyebrow. “How is James Potter great for the shop? He hasn’t even started yet. He might even quit like the last seven hires.”

Despite what I just told him, Dad smiles wide. “Everyone is going to want see Harry Potter’s son at work. Business will be booming!”

“Dad.” I sighed. “Don’t try to use this for publicity. I know you mean it from the heart but seriously, don’t. I think he might have some real potential.”

He studies me for a moment before nodding. “You’re right, I’m sorry Kitty. We shouldn’t even be discussing the shop. Let’s just eat this delicious dinner you cooked for us. This must have taken you ages, sweetie!”

“Oh, yeah,” I said, grinning. “One hundred percent a homemade meal.”

Okay, lie. It was totally take-out.

Later when I get to my flat, I run into a woman in the kitchen and almost scream.

Okay. I actually did scream.

“Merlin,” she gasps and almost drops the towel wrapped around her. Bloody hell, why is there a half-naked woman in my kitchen?!

The answer: Gavin. It’s always because of Gavin.

When I swing open his bedroom door, he curses and quickly tries to cover himself with a blanket. “Kaitlyn! Bloody hell! Can’t you knock?”

I lean against the doorway and give him a sour look. “Oh, I’m sorry. Are we talking about rules right now?”

Gavin sits on the edge of his bed and sighs. “Uh, I know. I know.”

I don’t budge. “‘Cause I thought we had a rule about you bringing women to the flat only on Fridays and Saturdays. NOT on Sundays. I almost just sucker punched that woman in the face, Gavin!”

He suppresses a laugh and I give him a look that could really freaking kill him. He gulps.

“I’m sorry, Kaitlyn but -”

The woman clears her throat behind me and I turn to her. She looks even more pissed than me. “Excuse me,” she says to me, “but did you say women as in plural or singular because I was under the impression that I was the only woman in Gavin’s life.”

“Uhhh,” I say, stumbling for words. Oh, crap. “Well. . . I mean, you’re not the ONLY woman in his life, I am his roommate.”

She raises her auburn eyebrows and her brown eyes dart back and forth between Gavin and I. He looks so nervous. “Really?” She says. “Wow. Huh. Because he said that his roommate was a guy.”

“Okay, I think I’m gonna let you two talk and - “ Gavin sends me pleading eyes as I slip past and run for cover.

I hear him say, “Babe, I know this looks bad but it’s kind of a funny story actually -” before the door shuts.

I would NOT like to be him right now. He’s my best mate since basically forever but the guy is a total womanizer. He had it comin’, as people say.

I’m sitting on the sofa eating popcorn when the redhead marches out, never even glancing my way, and Gavin jumps onto the seat beside me. He grabs a handful of popcorn and eats it like the animals at FFF.

“Whatcha watching?” He asks me brightly.

I raise an eyebrow. “A muggle film. Aren’t you a little upset about whatshername?”

“Why should I be upset? Everything is fine.”

“Oh. So you guys talked?”

“Oh, yeah,” he says. “We “talked” all right.” And then he wiggles his eyebrows.

“You’re a pig!” I tell him and shove him so hard that he nearly topples to the ground. Once he stops laughing I tell him that I actually hired someone.

“Woah! Congrats! Who’s the unlucky person?”

“Okay, so don’t freak out. . .”

“Why would I?” He asks me, his dark brows furrowing.

“I don't know. My dad did. And you know him from Hogwarts.”

Gavin looks surprised by this. “Really? Hmm. All right, tell me.”

“It’s James Potter.”

“Fucking Hell.”

“Gavin!” I exclaim.

He looks stony serious. “Sorry, sorry. It’s just. . . a bit weird that you hired James Potter. And you’re going to be working with him like, everyday now.”

“Why is that so weird?” I ask him.

“Because that girl - bloody hell - that girl is Lily Potter. James’ younger sister.”

Oh. Shit.

Hi! I hope you enjoy the first chapter! I am currently working on chapter 6 :)

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