#Greyback

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There will always be stars in my drawings, because sirius will always be there for him.

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To all my old man Yautja fuckers

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I have thought of something I think is incredibly stupid. Or what I think the Predator/Yautja fandom would consider stupid and dislike heavily. But that's me overreacting and it's how I would see Prey 2 going.

Keep in mind, I am all for what Dan Trachtenberg wants to do for Prey 2. I'm excited for Badlands. Keep in mind, these are just my ideas. And it's mainly combining elements of Predator: 1718 with what I heard was going to be the original premise of Prey. That Feral and Naru were going to team up. I am also aware of the scene during the credits.

My idea or how I imagine a sequel could go for Prey is maybe it takes place a few years. But it would likely take place immediately after because of what we saw during the credits.

But the idea is that Naru has gotten older. A new Yautja comes to Earth to prove itself. And it's Greyback, the Elder from Predator 2. But unlike Feral who was more upfront and brutish during the later parts of Prey. Greyback (Or what he's known as to some people during this time, gaining the title of "The Golden Angel") is more reserved, patience, and more cunning than some of his more eager Youngblood brethen. Especially having more advanced tech than Feral. He's heard the story of what happened to Feral and Naru and claims to seek her as a trophy.

Yet something happens in the situation where Greyback and Naru both realize they must team up against a common foe. With Naru soon realizing Greyback isn't like the last creature she had faced. With Greyback at least understanding her in a way.

But in the end, after the dust settles, Naru likely dies a warrior's/hero's death and in her last moments. Seeing the creature not as an enemy, but as an ally. She gives him the flintlock pistol as a gift before she dies from her wounds. And after this, instead of viewing her as a lost trophy he should've gotten. Greyback views Naru as an equal to where instead of leaving her body. He decides to bring her body, and help her tribe bury her body (Sounds crazy, I know) in peace. And because of Greyback's involvement of aiding Naru and helping bury her. Her tribe dubs him as "The Golden Spirit". I'm no expert on Comanche beliefs, so you have every right to criticize me for suggesting that. I just wanted to keep the "Golden Angel" angle.

And years later in 1997, where Harrigan meets the Lost Tribe in Predator 2. All the Yautja have seen him killed Ghost. Before he leaves, Greyback gives Harrigan the same pistol Naru gave him. And that scene is given so much more weight because with this idea. Greyback considers Harrigan a worthy equal as much as Naru. To the point he gives him the gift she gave him.

So, that's my idea. The reason I said this sounds incredibly stupid because I think people would REALLY hate the idea of Naru dying. And this is technically just taking elements of Predator: 1718 and being like, "What if we replace Rapheal with Naru instead?" I think it might be better if Naru lives, giving Greyback the pistol as a thank you gift. I was also thinking I don't know if a Prey 3 will happen. I wanted to give Naru a fitting, heroic, yet touching sendoff where after her death. This same Yautja considers her his equal and was willing to help her tribe bury her.

This is merely just fanfiction. It's going to be really interesting if we do get a follow up and if we ever see Greyback in a film again. Because it can go in two ways.

Greyback killed Naru.

Naru gave Greyback the pistol as a gift/trophy. The same way Greyback does with Harrigan in Predator 2.

But idea sounds a bit crazy. Yet I just wanted to share it and if the sequel to Prey actually does something similar or not at all.

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Gift for @welcome-home-official feat. their Fenrir Greyback design

it's literally the best Greyback and I'll die on this hill

Commissions open!

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Chapter 18

Warnings: 18+ readers only, mentions of nudity, smut

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝖂𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 in courtyard when the letter came. Hermione had been berating Harry about not concentrating on Slughorn and instead, concentrating on Malfoy. Meanwhile, Ron kept ducking behind Hermione as different girls came around the corner, always afraid that one of them would be Lavender.

"Harry Potter? I was asked to give you this." The girl said. She had straight black hair and pretty eyes. She handed a letter to Harry.

"Thanks. . ." Harry said, taking the small roll of parchment. When the girl had left he said, "Dumbledore said we wouldn't be having any more lessons until I got the memory!"

"It's not from Dumbledore." I said over Hermione's head.

"Look at this." Harry said to Hermione, handing her the letter.

I read over her shoulder:

Dear Harry, Ron, Elizabeth, and Hermione, Aragog died last night. Harry, Ron, and Elizabeth, you met him, and you know how special he was. Hermione, I know you'd have liked him. It would mean a lot to me if you'd dip down for the burial later this evening. I'm planning on doing it round dusk, that was his favorite time of day. I know you're not supposed to be out that late, but you can use the cloak. Wouldn't ask, but I can't face it alone. Hagrid.

"Oh, for heaven's sake!" Hermione said, passing it on to Ron who said, "He's mental! That thing told its mate to eat Harry, Eliza and me! Told them to help themselves! And now Hagrid expects us to go down there and cry over its horrible hairy body!"

"It's not just that." Hermione said. "He's asking us to leave the castle at night and he knows security's a million times tighter and how much trouble we'd be in if we were caught."

"We've been down to see him by night before." Harry pointed out.

"Yes, but for something like this?" Hermione asked skeptically. "We've risked a lot to help Hagrid out, but after all- Aragog's dead. If it were a question of saving him-"

"-I'd want to go even less. You didn't meet him, Hermione. Believe me, being dead will have improved him a lot." Ron said.

I privately agreed with Ron, though I hated the idea of Hagrid facing something terrible alone. Correction, something terrible for him alone. I could most definitely sneak down to see him.

"Harry!" Hermione said desperately, "You can't be thinking of going. It's such a pointless thing to get detention for!"

"Yeah, I know. I s'pose Hagrid'll have to bury Aragog without us."

"I'll go down." I said and the other three looked at me. I shrugged, "Look, I can turn into a cat. Cats are allowed past security, aren't they?"

"Ah. . ." Hermione said, looking worried.

"Nothing's going to happen Hermione." I said gently.

"Alright then." Ron said, "That sums that up."

Hermione turned to Harry. "Look, Potions will be almost empty this afternoon, with us all off doing our tests. . . Try and soften Slughorn up a bit then!"

"Fifty-seventh time lucky, you think?" Harry asked in a bitter voice.

"Lucky." Ron said. "Harry, that's it- get lucky!"

"What d'you mean?" Harry asked cautiously, knowing exactly what Ron meant.

Ron looked at him excitedly, "Use your lucky potion!"

Hermione looked at Ron in a new light, "Ron that's- that's it! Of course! Why didn't I think of it?"

"It'll work." I said confidently.

Harry looked at the three of us. "Felix Felicis? I dunno.. I was sort of saving it. . ."

"For what?" I asked, amused because I knew exactly who he was thinking about.

He didn't answer, having gone off into la la land and didn't come back until Hermione asked, "Harry? Are you still with us?"

"Wha-? Yeah, of course. Well. . . okay. If I can't get Slughorn to talk this afternoon, I'll take some Felix and have another go this evening."

"That's decided, then." Hermione said, getting to her feet and started to do pirouettes. I was quite jealous. Twycross hadn't gotten the Minister's approval for me to take the test early. "Destination. . . determination. . . deliberation. . ."

"Oh, stop that, I feel sick enough as it is- quick, hide me!" Ron cowered.

"It isn't Lavender." Hermione snapped.

"Cool. Blimey, they don't look happy, do they?"

I scoffed, "They're the Montgomery sisters, of course they aren't going to be looking happy! Didn't you hear about their brother?"

"I'm losing track of what's happening to everyone's relatives, to be honest." Ron said carelessly.

"Well, their brother was attacked by a werewolf. The rumor is that their mother refused to help the Death Eaters. Anyways, the boy was only five and he died in St. Mungo's, they couldn't save him." Hermione answered.

"He died?" Harry sounded shocked, "But surely werewolves don't kill, they just turn you into one of them?"

"It depends." I said sadly. "Sometimes they lose control. It's why dad always traveled so far during full moons. If he didn't turn me, he'd kill me, and I don't think he would've been able to keep living if he'd done either one."

"What was the werewolf's name?" Harry asked.

"Well, the rumor is that it was that Fenrir Greyback." Hermione said sadly.

"I knew it- the maniac who likes attacking kids, the one Lupin told me about!" Harry said angrily.

Hermione and I looked at him sadly. "Harry, you've got to get that memory. It's all about stopping Voldemort, isn't it? These dreadful things that are happening are all down to him. . ."

The bell rang, Ron jumping to his feet to join Hermione.

"You'll do fine." Harry said, getting to his feet as well. "Good luck."

"Hermione, you'll pass. Ron, you're going to leave half an eyebrow behind and they'll fail you if you're not careful. Remember the tips that'll keep you from splinching yourself." I said happily.

Harry and I headed to the potions dungeon and found that it was the two of us, Ernie, and Malfoy.

"All too young to Apparate just yet?" Slughorn asked, looking around, "Not turned seventeen yet?"

We all shook our heads.

"Ah well, as we're so few, we'll do something fun. I want you all to brew me up something amusing!"

"That sounds good, sir." Ernie said, rubbing his hands together, smiling.

"What do you mean, 'something amusing'?" Malfoy asked irritably.

"Oh, surprise me." Slughorn said.

I headed to the side room, pulling out a cauldron that already had ingredients in it. My Felix Felicis potion. I had started it with Severus after everyone had come back from break. I knew that we were going to need quite a bit.

But the potion needed work, only halfway done. Even with the headstart, the potion end time would be cutting close to the battle date.

Across from me, weird smells were emitting from Ernie's cauldron. It seemed he was trying to invent a potion. Draco didn't seem to be putting much work into his potion either, but Harry was working methodically on his. Occasionally, I caught brief smells of peppermint.

"Well, now, this looks absolutely wonderful," Slughorn said after an hour and a half of work, standing over Harry's potion. He clapped his hands together, staring down into Harry's cauldron. "Euphoria, I take it? And what's that I smell? Mmmm. . . you've added a sprig of peppermint, haven't you? Unorthodox, but what a stroke of inspiration, Harry, of course, that would tend to counterbalance the occasional side effects of excessive singing and nose-tweaking. . . I really don't know where you get these brain waves, my boy.. unless it's just your mother's genes coming out in you!"

"Oh. . . yeah, maybe." Harry said.

I had covered my nose discretely as the potion that Ernie had created was spewing horrid fumes.

The bell rang, Ernie and Draco left a once.

"Sir." Harry said but Slughorn was already leaving the dungeon. "Professor- Professor, don't you want to taste my po-?" Harry called desperately but the door closed.

I sighed, "No go Harry. But I'd certainly like to try some if you don't mind. You should try some too."

We both took a few sips and a familiar feeling flooded through me.

"Oh. My. God." Harry said, looking dazed. "That is amazing."

I picked up my cauldron and told Harry I'd see him later, and hurried up to Severus' office. Since class had let out, there were no students in the classroom and I passed through with no qualms.

I set the cauldron down in the corner. I noticed Severus had already labelled ingredients in different bottles and jars for me. I quickly finished adding the other ingredients and stirring. Severus came in a few minutes later.

"How was class?" He asked, taking a seat at his desk and picking up his quill.

"Wonderful. . ." I said, carefully counting the rotations as I stirred. Perfect, it had to be perfect.

There was a silence that contained scratching quills and momentary pauses where it was dipped in the pot of ink, bubbling from the cauldron, and soft breathing. But the potion Harry had made was making something weird happen to me.

I finally set everything aside. It was to sit and stew for about three and a half weeks and seven hours to the dot. I pulled out my potions calendar, marking the specific time. The good thing was my time-turner. If I didn't manage to get there the first time, I could most definitely get there the second time.

I stood up, getting ready to go down to dinner when Severus said unexpectedly, "It really was brilliant art, Elizabeth."

"Sorry?" I questioned.

Severus looked up momentarily, his black eyes boring into mine. "The portraits. They really were brilliant."

"You set yours on fire." I pointed out, my lips twitching to keep from smiling.

"Yes. . ." Severus said, turning back to his parchment. "You're going to ruin my image as a cold hearted person. People might actually think I'm soft."

I laughed, walking up behind him and hugging him from behind. "Your much softer than you let on." I kissed his cheek and then paused. Euphoria. I took the quill from his hand and turned the chair around, sitting on his lip, pressing my lips to his neck. He let out a small noise, perhaps a gasp, perhaps a moan, I wasn't sure.

Perhaps I shouldn't have taken the Euphoria potion because I seemed to have unlimited energy and didn't feel deterred by anything at all.

I slipped his robes from his shoulders, letting them fall. He pushed me off of him so that he could get out of the chair, and we stumbled through the door of the bedroom and onto the bed. I was on top of him, letting him slide into me easily. I moved with him quickly, my breasts bouncing carelessly and I barely noticed the pain. All I could think about was the enjoyment of him inside of me and my hands in his soft, silky hair. His hands reached up to cup my breasts, pulling me down slightly so his lips could kiss them. I buried my face in his neck.

He rolled over as I moaned softly, his hands clutching at my hips, moving gently now. Strange, usually we started slow and made our way up in speed. We seemed to be doing the opposite and it was lovely. He reached up with one hand to cover my breast, squeezing softly, while the other snaked around to the back of my head, bringing my head up to be closer to his.

Our lips reached the others skin at different spots, not necessarily each others lips. The small bursts of delightfulness was punctured with small bites of pain. But it was all lovely and in my current state, everything seemed heightened tenfold.

"What. . . what was that?" Severus asked, almost breathlessly as we laid there, the blankets curling around our legs, our clothes scattered on the floor.

"Harry gave me a potion of euphoria." I muttered, pent out of energy now that the effects of the potion had worn out. My cheek rested on his chest "I have no idea what just happened. . . I mean, I know what happened. . . I just don't know how it happened."

Severus chuckled, kissing my neck. I shivered slightly under his touch. Bloody hell.

"I should um- I should go down to dinner- yeah- dinner." I said, breathing normally again.

"As should I." Severus said. "Though I feel quite exhausted at the moment."

I too felt quite tired and would've liked to have laid there and fallen asleep. But I couldn't. So I giggled, moving away from the bed, and getting dressed again, before leaving the classroom to go down to dinner.

After dinner, I ducked into the bathroom and upon finding it empty, I turned into a cat and strode from the room.

I had to run from some Ravenclaw first-year girls who thought I was just a sweet little kitten, and after hiding on top of a suit of armor, finally made my way back to the entrance hall, and slipped out the door, sprinting across the lawn to get to Hagrid's house.

I transformed back outside the door- I didn't really want to face Fang as a cat.

"Yeh came!" Hagrid said, pulling me into a hug. He wasn't crying- at the moment- but his eyes were red and puffy.

"Harry'll be down soon." I said. "Ron and Hermione couldn't come though."

"Don' matter, don' matter." Hagrid said, sitting back down in a chair. I made a pot of tea and gave him a cup which he drank with trembling fingers. I waited, pacing the cabin, waiting for Harry. Fang followed me, looking for head scratches which I gave occasionally.

There was a knock on the door and Hagrid was up, opening the door. Harry stood there, his invisibility cloak held out in front of him.

"Yeh came." Hagrid repeated.

"Yeah-Ron and Hermione couldn't though, they're really sorry." Harry said smoothly. Perhaps it was my imagination, but there almost seemed a faint gold hue around Harry. But it was so slight that Hagrid had not noticed it. Perhaps it was my sight. I had noticed that my sight and hearing had changed slightly since becoming an Animagus (a side effect that wasn't mentioned anywhere in the books or manuscripts).

"Don'- don' matter. . . He'd've bin touched yeh're here, though, Harry. . ." Hagrid said with a loud sob. Harry patted his elbow gently.

"Where are we burying him? The Forest?" Harry asked.

"Blimey, no. The other spiders won' let me anywhere near their webs now! Aragog's gone. Turns out it was on'y on his orders they didn' eat me! Can yeh believe that, Harry?" Hagrid said while wiping his eyes on the bottom of his shirt.

"I think he mentioned something like that when we went to talk to him." I said casually, sitting down. Fang came over, setting his head on my knees and I grimaced at the slobber. I really had never been a dog person. And I liked the cute dogs, the little Pomeranians and huskies and retrievers and bichon frises and labs and beagles. Bulldogs, pitbulls, pugs, boarhounds, ugh.

I had gotten along with Fang in my second year, having lived in Hagrid's cabin for nearly two months because I figured living in Hagrid's cabin by myself was safer than staying in the castle with lots and lots of people. Fang could grow on you if you could get used to slobber.

"Never bin an are o' the forest I couldn' go before! It wasn' easy, gettin' Aragog's body out o' there, I can tell yeh- they usually eat their dead, see. . . But I wanted ter give 'im a nice burial. . . a proper send-off. . ." Hagrid said, not paying me any attention.

"I can't go near the centaurs anymore." I said randomly. What the hell were the side effects of the Euphoria potion?

"Professor Slughorn met me coming down here, Hagrid." Harry said, resuming the patting of the elbow.

"Not in trouble, are yeh?" Hagrid asked, so alarmed that Harry might be in trouble he stopped crying. "Yeh shouldn' be outta the castle in the evenin', I know it, it's my fault-"

"No, no, when he heard what I was doing he said he'd like to come and pay his last respects to Aragog too. He's gone to change into something more suitable, I think. . . and he said he'd bring some bottles so we can drink to Aragog's memory."

"Tha's- tha's righ' nice of him, that is, an' not turnin' yeh in either. I've never really had a lot ter do with Horace Slughorn before. . . Comin' ter see old Aragog off, though, eh? Well. . . he'd've liked that, Aragog would. . ." Hagrid muttered.

I snorted quietly and drank my tea. Then I sighed, putting my teacup down and pulled a piece of paper out of my back pocket. "Here, I drew this for you."

Hagrid took it in a shaking hand and unfolded it and started to sob. I quickly grabbed it from his hands so the charcoal wouldn't run.

"It's- it's beautiful." Hagrid sobbed and I put the drawing of Aragog up on his dresser so that he could see it. It was a horrible drawing- not because it was bad (if I may be so humble) but rather horrible in a gruesome way. The way I'd seen Aragog through my scared twelve-year old eyes. Strange, I felt so much older than sixteen now.

"Are we going to bury him here, Hagrid, in your garden?" Harry asked after a moment when Hagrid had stopped sobbing.

"Jus' beyond the pumpkin patch, I thought. I've already dug the- yeh know- grave. Jus' though we'd say a few nice things over him- happy memories, yeh know-"

There was a knock at the door and I stood, getting it and letting Professor Slughorn in. "Hagrid, so very sorry to hear of your loss."

"Tha's very nice of yeh. Thanks a lot. An' thanks fer not givin' Harry detention neither. . ." Hagrid said gruffly, all tears done and gone.

"Wouldn't have dreamed of it. Sad night, sad night. . . where is the poor creature?" Slughorn asked, his eyes roaming the cabin and settling on the drawing.

"Out here," Hagrid said, leaving the cabin. "Shall we- shall we do it, then?"

"Wonderful artwork Miss Kane." Professor Slughorn complimented, "You've got quite the eye for artistic beauty."

"Thank you Professor." I said quietly, briefly remembering that my drawing of him had him dressed in a pineapple suit, and I took up the rear of the party.

The moon was glistening on the grounds so that everything was in shadow. The moon rays mixed and intermingled with the light from Hagrid's windows just enough to make out the large boulder like shadow. There, before it, was a massive pit that was ten-feet-deep with a matching sized pile of dirt to go with it.

"Magnificent." Professor Slughorn said, striding to the front of the spider's face. I could only imagine it faking death and reaching out, snapping off a leg to feast on. I suddenly felt quite nauseous. I quickly put a hand on my stomach.

I could hear the tinkle of bottles and rolled my eyes. So the walrus had come for the Acromantula venom, was I surprised?

"It's not ev'ryone appreciates how beau'iful they are. I didn' know yeh were int'rested in creatures like Aragog, Horace."

"Interested? My dear Hagrid, I revere them." Slughorn said, taking a step back from the body. I could understand his point. It would be a horrible idea not to respect them. The same way you should revere Centaurs and Merpeople so they didn't kill you with a bow or a spear. There were a lot of rules to follow in the magical world. "Now. . . shall we proceed to the burial?"

Hagrid nodded and moved forward, pushing against the black spider's body and it fell into the pit with a crunch. I winced. Hagrid started to cry.

"Of course, it's difficult for you, who knew him best." Professor Slughorn said, patting Hagrid's elbow. "Why don't I say a few words?"

I came to stand next to Hagrid who wrapped a massive arm around my shoulders. My knees nearly buckled under the weight of the arm but I managed to keep standing though I felt as though I was carrying two bookbags with twenty textbooks in them.

"Farewell, Aragog, king of arachnids," Professor Slughorn said in an impressive voice, something like a preacher I'd heard at a church before. "whose long and faithful friendship those who knew you won't forget! Though your body will decay, your spirit lingers on in the quiet, web-spun places of your forest home. May your many-eyed descendants ever flourish and your human friends find solace for the loss they have sustained!"

"Tha' was. . . tha' was. . . beau'ful!" Hagrid sobbed and he collapsed onto the heap, crying harder than ever before. Even I had tears springing to my eyes, though I was sure that had to do more with the high emotions running around here than the actual sadness that Aragog was dead. But I hated it when Hagrid was upset.

"There, there." Slughorn said and with a wave of his wand, the earth crashed back into the grave, smoothing over the surface. "Let's get inside and have a drink. Get on his other side, Harry. . . That's it. . . Up you come, Hagrid. . . well done. . ."

Hagrid was deposited in a chair at the table. Fang came padding over and put his head on Harry's lap as usual. I think Fang liked Harry better than me and I was quite okay with that. Professor Slughorn uncorked one of the bottles he had brought.

"I have had it all tested for poison." He said in what he obviously thought a reassuring voice. "Had a house-elf taste every bottle after what happened to your poor friend Rupert."

I had many retorts for that comment, some of them about the cruelty for house-elves, and some of them about what 'Rupert's' real name was.

"One for Harry. . . one for me. . . and one for Elizabeth. . ." Slughorn said, diving the second bottle between the three of us. The first bottle had been fully deposited into Hagrid's tankard. "Well- to Aragog."

"Aragog." Harry, Hagrid, and I said together, also lifting our glasses.

Hagrid and Slughorn drank deeply. Harry didn't drink at all. I took a small sip and did not find the texture or taste to my taste. I'd never liked wine or alcoholic substances. I set the glass down on the table. I supposed I could hand it over if they wanted more drink.

"I had him from an egg, yeh know. Tiny little thing he was when he hatched. 'Bout the size of a Pekingese." Hagrid started down the tale.

"Sweet." Slughorn said.

"Used ter keep him in a cupboard up at the school until. . . well. . ." Hagrid's face darkened and a peculiar thought came over me.

If Slughorn had taught Tom Riddle, and Tom Riddle and Hagrid had gone to the school at the same time, then Slughorn had taught Hagrid as well. I found this much more fascinating than the story that was unfolding. I loved finding connections where none seemed to be. I always felt the need to share it too and on instinct, I looked over at Harry, but kept my mouth shut.

"That's never unicorn hair, Hagrid?" Slughorn asked, eyeing Hagrid's walls with interest. Hagrid collected things he found in forest- unicorn tail hair included. I'd helped him collect some. It got caught on bushes and ferns and was quite easy to pick up.

"Oh yeah," Hagrid said with indifference. "Gets pulled out of their tails, they catch it on branches an' stuff in the forest, yeh know. . ."

"But my dear chap, do you know how much that's worth?" Slughorn asked in awe.

"I use it fer bindin' on bandages an' stuff if a create gets injured. It's dead useful. . . very strong, see." Hagrid said with another shrug.

There was quite a difference between the educated and the uneducated, I noticed. Hagrid had only three years of schooling (at least at Hogwarts) and yet, he didn't see things for their monetary value. He'd even passed on some of his skills to me, using unicorn hair for bandages and other things. Slughorn on the other hand. . . Aragog's venom was rare, very expensive, very valuable. . . unicorn hair could be sold to wand makers. . .

They had ventured into tale about the Centaurs of the forest and I listened with vivid interest as Hagrid told recent stories of Ivagio, Ronan, Bane, and the others. I had missed some of them- Bane excluded- and hearing recent stories was quite nice. I thought about retelling some of the stories to Firenze, but I wasn't sure how he'd take it or if it would make him more upset.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Harry wave his wand slightly and the bottle on the table refilled. I said nothing, grabbing my own cup and turned the wine into pumpkin juice. Then I started to take small sips while listening to Hagrid and Slughorn trade stories about the illegal dragon trades they'd taken part of.

Harry continued to refill the bottle and they started to get drunker. They started to make random toasts to some random, some not random things. To Hogwarts, to Dumbledore, to elf-made wine, and to Harry.

"Harry Potter!" Hagrid bellowed, slopping another bucket of wine down his front. I felt how I had felt coming to Grimmauld 12 before Christmas and finding Sirius had been drinking as he had been alone for a long time. I was quite upset, watching him drink himself into oblivion, but I did nothing to interfere.

"Yes, indeed, Parry Otter, the Chosen Boy Who- well- something of that sort." Slughorn mumbled.

Parry Otter. I laughed aloud and neither seemed to notice. Harry's lips twitched for a millisecond.

Hagrid became tearful soon after, reaching up and pulling the whole band of unicorn hair off of the ceiling and gave it to Slughorn. Slughorn put it in his pocket saying, "To friendship! To generosity! To ten Galleons a hair!"

I watched the end of the unicorn hair slip into his pocket, more upset than was rational. Hagrid and I had spent classes searching for unicorn hair. While easy to take off, unicorns were usually quite careful and rarely caught their tails on bushes unless they were already loose. It was going to take ages to find more unicorn hair for bandages. What if a magical creature got hurt? We would have nothing to bind their wounds with. . . unless something else could be used? Maybe Firenze could teach me something.

They started to sing and I put my head on my arms, wondering when the night was going to end. I suppose I could've left, but I didn't want to. Something was keeping me here.

Some called him Odo the early and some called him Odo the late It's undoubtedly true he was often confused, but his deeds they were noble and great

Some name him born on a Wednesday, for he had his measure of woe. No he was born on a Thursday some say, for he'd always a long way to go.

"Aaargh, the good die young," Hagrid muttered after slumping into his chair. "Me dad was no age ter go... nor were yer mum an' dad, Harry..." More tears oozed from his eyes and he grabbed Harry's arm and shook it. I watched the scene with sadness. "Bes' wiz and witchard o' their age I never knew... terrible thing... terrible thing..."

And Odo the hero, they bore him back home To the place that he'd known as a lad, They laid him to rest with his hat inside out And his wand snapped in two, which was sad.

"...terrible." Hagrid grunted one last time before falling asleep.

"Sorry, can't carry a tune to save my life." Professor Slughorn said with a hiccup.

"Hagrid wasn't talking about your singing. He was talking about my mum and dad dying." Harry said in a soft voice, the first time he'd talked ever since coming back into the cabin.

I flinched. Mum and Dad. I felt a sudden wave of grief and longing.

"Oh. Oh dear. Yes, that was- was terrible indeed. Terrible. . . terrible. . ." Slughorn said with a horrible belch. He refilled the mugs, obviously having nothing else to say but said anyways, "I don't- don't suppose you remember it, Harry?"

"No- well, I was only one when they died." Harry said. I was looking at the floor because I was crying. "But I've found out pretty much what happened since. My dad died first. Did you know that?"

"I- I didn't." Slughorn said in a quiet voice.

"Yeah. . . Voldemort murdered him and then stepped over his body toward my mum. He told her to get out of the way. He told me she needn't have died. He only wanted me. She could have run."

I imagined for a moment, if she had stepped aside. Voldemort would have only of killed Dad and Harry. It would've been me and her. Sirius would've helped her raise me and Lupin would have too. I could've later avenged Harry's killer. Or maybe Dumbledore would have destroyed him before I was even eleven.

"Oh dear. She could have. . . she needn't. . . That's awful. . ." Slughorn murmured.

"It is, isn't it? But she didn't move. Dad was already dead, but she didn't want me to go too. She tried to plead with Voldemort. . . but he just laughed. . ."

"That's enough! Really, my dear boy, enough. . . I'm an old man. . . I don't need to hear. . . I don't want to hear. . ."

He didn't want to hear what he had done.

"I forgot, you liked her, didn't you?" Harry asked. I shot him a quick look. Slughorn doted on his mother everyday, surely Harry couldn't have forgotten that! Or perhaps he was faking it.

"Liked her? I don't imagine anyone who met her wouldn't have liked her. . . Very brave. . . Very funny. . . It was the most horrible thing. . ."

"But you won't help her son. She gave me her life, but you won't give me a memory." Harry said.

Hagrid's snoring was all that filled the room at that moment. Even Fang was silent.

"Don't say that. It isn't a question. . . If it were to help you, of course. . . but no purpose can be served. . ."

"It can. Dumbledore needs information. I need information." Harry said loudly and firmly. Harry leaned forward a little. "I am the Chosen One. I have to kill him. I need that memory."

"You are the Chosen one?"

"Of course I am."

"But then. . . my dear boy. . . you're asking a great deal. . . you're asking me, in fact, to aid you in your attempt to destroy-"

"You don't want to get rid of the wizard you killed Lily Evans?"

"Harry, Harry, of course I do, but-"

"You're scared he'll find out you helped me?"

Slughorn said nothing.

"Be brave like my mother, Professor. . ."

Slughorn lifted his fingers to his mouth as though he were trying to smoke an invisible cigar. "I am not proud. . . I am ashamed of what- of what that memory shows. . . I think I may have done great damage that day. . ."

He had.

"You'd cancel out anything you did by giving me the memory. It would be a very brave and noble thing to do." Harry said.

Would it though? Would it cancel out everything?

Hagrid twitched his sleep, his elbow nearly knocking over the tankard. I watched as though hypnotized. There was a long silence. They both waited, a type of staring contest seemed to be going on between the two of them.

Finally Slughorn touched the tip of his wand to his temple and withdrew it, a long silver thread of memory stretched until it broke. It swung from the end of the wand until Slughorn put it into a small bottle and passed it, with a trembling hand, to Harry. He had tears in his eyes, or maybe his face was just obscured by my tears.

"Thank you very much, Professor."

"You're a good boy, and you've got her eyes. . . Just don't think too badly of me once you've seen it. . ." And with that, he put his head down and with a deep sigh, fell asleep.

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[wavy-arms]

I showed you my skulls pls respond

[siltclan]

[thecat-isblogging-blog]

Someone made me a Remadora mood board and I couldn’t be happier. My friends know my love languages

[viablemess]

I have been away from the hp fandom for so long, but have returned thanks to @ P4perback on Instagram and his simply perfect Remus cosplays. Here you go, tumblr, have a depressing remus ficlet.

Warnings: some violent (marked graphic to be safe), Fenrir Greyback is a creepy dude, Remus' parents both demonstrate some toxic behavior.

Complete. 1,573 words.

[bytinneke]

An evening walk a Fenrir Greyback Fanfiction.

Slow burn with smut at the end. *After your workday, you depart on your evening walk. Ready for a moment of silence, peace and refreshing oxygen. But it's not long before a notorious and murderous werewolf is hot on your heels.*

Intro: The last six weeks have been intense, from one assignment to another. I am an emerging photographer in the wizarding world and that is apriciated. Maybe because only a few exist? Anyway I have been busy... in the little free time I have I occasionally go for walks, feed myself, read adult romances and take baths for some me-time and physical release. I've missed all the news... although I did catch some on my photoshoots. Apparently there have been murders and they have seen werewolves and Greyback prowling around. So they recommend staying inside at night and if you go hiking near the woods you should have your wand with you at al times and be vigilant.

I've always had a fascination with wolves and werewolves and after learning more about them at hogwarts, I was completely sold. I guess im attracted to everything weird, dark and mysterious. Never encountered one yet tho. We also learned about thé Fenrir Greyback an alpha who can turn into wolf form without a full moon. He kills for fun, loves to hunt his victims and occasionally rapes women too...I heard he is a mercenary now, but in recent years he has been in hiding. Maybe he is tired of killing or is he to old? Anyway I already been working for 9 hours straight. I just have to go and drop off the portraits of the Malfoys and then my working day is over.

I knock on the door of Malfoy manor. One of the butlers let's me in and takes me to the study where Lucius is sitting, ready to inspect the portraits. "Hello again Mr Malfoy. I have the portraits with me. Do you have a preference of the frame? I have brought a modern sleek frame or an ornamental frame in both silver, bronze, black and green." He nods and comes over to the table where I have prepared all the portraits. "I'll take the silver and black ornamental frames. You may frame these and then I will let the butler hang them in the right places." He walks away while I start framing the portraits. When the butler has hung them, Lucius comes back in with an approving nod. "Here is your fee Katherine. Congratulations your work is better than expected. I look forward to seeing more of your work." I bow and head for the door. "Oh Miss, be carefull on the way home." Lucius called after me. I nod with a friendly smile an leave the manor, going straight home I'm starving!

Chapter 1: When I get home, something is off. Not the first time in recent weeks that I came home and feel something is not right. Last week for instance my back door was unlocked. And 4 weeks ago I found some things that were no longer quite in the same place. Maybe I'm just overworked. I put my things down and go to the kitchen to quickly prepare some food. Then I eat quietly and tidy everything up. I go upstairs and put on something else to go for a walk. It has already been 2 days ago without any exercise. I decide to get a walk on the outskirts of the village, despite the warnings. I need nature, oxygen and peace and quiet. After a while I look up at the clear dark blue sky the stars dotting it like a painting above me. I stop taking a deep breath of fresh air and enjoy the smell of nature. When I take a few steps forward I sudenly catch a flicker of movement out of the corner of my eyes. It’s brief, barely noticeable and could easily be mistaken for a trick of the light or the rustling of a small animal. I look towards the noise, keeping my wand at the ready when a bunny runs out of the bushes into the fields. I let out a short sigh and turn back towards the path, starting to walk. For a moment I thought a wolf would cross my path or worse thé alpha wolf. Actually that would be an interesting change from my hustle & bustle. Not that I don't like my work but I also need something new every now and then, holidays and adventures.

The flickering movement that caught my eyes earlier continues... a pair of sharp bright blue eyes watching me intently from the shadows. I take my wand back while these eyes follow every movement, their gaze unwavering and calculating. As if sizing me up, deciding whether I'm a threat or prey. The air is unnaturally still around you, like the forest itself is holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. A sudden rustling can be heard as a large dark shape moves just out of your line of sight. The bushes parting as a figure steps onto the path a few feet behind you. It's a man, tall and muscular with a wild untamed aura about him. He stands silently, taking in the sight of you in the evening air. Before taking a step towards you coming out of the shadows. He's dressed in black leather trousers and a black T-shirt that clings to his body. Revealing every curve and contour of his powerful physique. What is this big dark and handsome man doing... Is he stalking me? I catch my breath, lowering my wand a bit. "Oh, you caught me offguard. Good evening."

The man's eyes flick up to meet yours, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. His gaze is intense and almost predatory. He does not respond immediately. "Is everything ok?" I ask "I'm fine." he replies his voice low. "And what brings a pretty thing like you out into the woods all alone?" He takes a few steps towards you, his movements predatory and almost hypnotic. My eyes look him up and down. He looks dangerous, tall and attractive. I snap out of my focus. "I’m taking a walk. And these woods especially in the evening are really magical, calms me down and energizes me at the same time. What about you sir" I say calmly while gripping my wand a bit harder. The man chuckles softly as he continues to approach. His eyes never leaving mine and his gaze filled with a mix of curiosity and a predatory intensity. "Ah, just taking a walk as well." he replies. "Sometimes it's nice to get away from the hustle and bustle of civilization and breathe in the night air." He halts a few feet away from me, his eyes roaming over my body as if memorizing every detail.

"Uhm that's nice." I smile politely while feeling super akward. Shall I continue walking? Ask him were he’s going? Ask him to join me on my walk? I’m not great at talking to people. He notices your awkwardness, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as if finding your unease amusing. "You seem a bit uncomfortable, Am I making you nervous, sweetheart?" he observes, his voice a low rumble. "Oh uhm, just caught me ofguard. Normally I don’t run into people on my walks. Don’t have to think or worry about what to say." I smile awkwardly at him. "Ah, so you're not used to having company on your walks is that it?" he asks as his gaze roaming over my face, studying every feature. "You're missing out, you know. A little conversation can be quite... stimulating." I look at him questioningly "Are you inviting yourself to walk with me?" The man chuckles softly."Maybe I am. What's wrong with that? I'm sure I could find ways to make the walk... more interesting for you." he replies his voice smooth. His seductive undertone makes my brain go crazy and my body is getting flustered as wel. I shake my head a bit. Oh fuck it, why not. If i get a shag or get killed at least I was not lonely. "Sure you can walk with me. Sorry what’s you’re name?"

The man's smile grows wider as he sees the effect he's having on you. He takes another step closer, now standing just a foot away from you. "My name is Fenrir and yours, sweetheart?" he answers. Oh damnit... Jup he definitely looks better then imagined. Those beautifull piercing blu eyes, broad chest, dark hair, he's massive... damnit I should be careful. But the curiosity is to much. I need to know him… even if it means death, becoming a wolf or being raped. I step a bit back and offer him my hand. "I’m Katherine, nice to meet you." Fenrir takes your hand in his. His fingers enveloping yours with a heat that sends a shiver down your spine. He squeezes your hand slightly, his gaze still locked onto yours. "Katherine" he repeats the sound of your name on his lips like silk. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." My breath leaves me for a few seconds. "You didn't come across many women then. But thanks for the compliment." Fenrir's smile grows slightly more mischievous as he releases your hand. "Oh, I see plenty of women." he replies, his voice suggestive. "But you have a certain... something, that captures my attention."

Chapter 2: He sees plenty? Does he fuck them all… is he a fuckboy? Or maybe he just kills them? What would be so capturing about me? "Do you say that to all the women?" I blurted out. Fenrir laughs, as if he can read your thoughts and find your suspicions amusing. "No, sweetheart. I don't say that to all the women. I'm a man of discerning taste, and you my dear have piqued my interest." he replies. I stay quiet studying him. Fenrir notices your intense gaze as you study him, his grin widening slightly as he knows he is intensely enjoying your reaction to him. "You're a curious one, aren't you?" he observes. "Yes I am." I say. He chuckles again, making a low rumbling sound. "Curiosity isn't necessarily a bad thing." he replies, his gaze never wavering from yours. "It can lead to... interesting discoveries." I continue walking with him right beside me. "What would I discover?"

Fenrir follows beside you, his footsteps almost silent on the forest floor as if he's part of the shadows themselves. He glances over at you, a sly smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Oh, I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise, sweetheart." he says, his voice still carrying that sultry undertone. "Mmm I do wonder… would it be a deadly one or are you planning on keeping me alive?" I glance at him while he gives his response. "I have no intention of killing you, sweetheart. At least, not yet. I have other plans in mind for you." he replies with a hint of amusement in his voice. Not yet… great. Here goes my pointless life. I keep walking silently. Fenrir glances over at you, noticing the sudden shift in your demeanor at his words. He studies you for a moment, his gaze intense and unreadable, before speaking again. "There's no need to look so down, sweetheart. I assure you, I have no ill intentions towards you. In fact, I have quite the opposite in mind." I look up at him seeing his eyes twinkle. "You do?"

A sly and almost predatory grin meets your gaze. His eyes gleam in the darkness, filled with something that sends a shiver down your spine, a mixture of excitement and anticipation. "Oh, I do indeed. But I must warn you, my intentions are rather... unconventional." "Uhm… in the way that people think of you or unconventional like all other people? Fenrir laughs, his hand reaching up to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch like a spark against your skin. "You could say it's a bit of both, sweetheart." he replies, his voice dropping to a whisper. "My reputation precedes me, but my intentions are all my own. And I can promise you won't find them familiar or ordinary in any way." I feel warm tingling every time he touches me. As if his presence and eyes don’t already make my temperature rise. "You do like riddles do you?" His fingers trace a path along my neck and jawline, his touch gentle but deliberate. "I have a weakness for puzzles, yes." he replies, a hint of amusement in his voice. "And you, my dear, are an intriguing one." "And what's the challenge in me? Why am I intriguing? Because I don’t run in fear?"

Fenrir's lips curl into satisfied smile. "You're intriguing because you're not afraid. Most people would have run screaming by now, panicked or frozen in fear. But not you. You're curious, defiant, full of... potential." he replies, his voice low and rumbling. "Oh I’m on my toes alright. But my curiousity and love for all things dark and mysterious is bigger." I grumble. Fenrir laughs again. His hand leaves your face, moving down to your waist, his fingers gently but firmly closing around you. "Ah, there it is again, that curiosity. I can see it in your eyes, the way you're practically vibrating with it. You crave the unknown, the dangerous, even though you know you should be running in the opposite direction." he says, his voice a velvety growl. In nod "Jup I’m stupid and naive." Fenrir puls you even closer to him. His body is solidly against yours now, a wall of heat and muscle, the air between you charged with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. "Naive, perhaps, but not entirely stupid, darling." he teases. "You're smart enough to know there's something here, something drawing you in despite the risks. And deep down, a part of you is enjoying it, isn’t it?" I can’t speak… my body and mind going crazy at his words and body.

I let out a soft protested moan. Fenrir's eyes gleam as he hears my involuntary sound of protest. "Mmm, is that a yes, sweetheart? You can deny it all you like, but your body betrays you." he whispers. I try to step away. Trying to gain control of me. This can’t be happening. I should be walking, coming home, getting to sleep, living my life al by my lonesome. As you try to step back, Fenrir's grip on your waist only tightens, holding you firmly in place against him. He lets out a low amused chuckle as he watches you struggle against his hold, his eyes filled with a combination of dark amusement and desire. "Oh no, darling, there's no escaping me now. You can try to run, but you won't get far. You're mine now, sweetheart, whether you like it or not." he growls. "You want to claim me? How can you want me? You don’t know me? What about the plenty of other women?" My words fly out of my mouth, before I slam my mouth shut.

Chapter 3: Fenrir's smirk widens into a full-blown grin as your words escape your lips, the mixture of surprise and frustration clear in your voice. He raises an eyebrow, his eyes roaming over your face, as if relishing the effect he's having on you. "Claim you, mark you, it doesn't matter what you call it." he replies. "I've had many women, yes, but none of them have ever intrigued me like you do." Im still in disbelief. "I’m not special Fenrir… you shouldn’t waist your time on someone like me." Fenrir laughs again, as he leans in closer, his lips grazing against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Waste my time, darling? You're the most fascinating thing I've come across in a very long time. No, you're different, and I intend to find out why... and how far I can push you before you break." My brain is in chaos..."Why can’t I figure this out… break in like a sobbing mess way or a romantic way?" His lips linger against my ear. His body pressing against yours, his hand on my waist snaking around my back. "Both, I want to see you fall apart in every way possible. I want to push you to the edge of pleasure and pain, and watch you unravel. Is that what you want? To be completely at my mercy?"

What I want? Does it matter what I want? I stay quiet not knowing how to respond. Fenrir notices your hesitation, the silence that falls between you as you grapple with your thoughts and feelings. His grip on your back tightens, as if he's trying to anchor you to the moment. "Come on sweetheart. Don't be shy. Tell me: do you want to be mine?" he urges, his voice low and commanding. "Uhm, I don’t know you… and I’m no slave material… more of a switch or brat." I say with a stammer. He leans in closer, his lips now resting against the side of your neck, his breath hot and warm. "Ah, a switch and bratt huh? Interesting... I like that." His gaze locking onto yours, a sly smirk on his face. "But don't worry, darling. I don't want a slave. I want someone who will challenge me, push back against me, give as good as they get. Someone like you." I shrug. "Soyou wnat me as you're partner? And you know that for sure in these few minutes?" "Yes, I'm sure, sweetheart. I know what I want when I see it. And you are exactly what I'm looking for in partner. Ofcourse I did my research on you." My eyes widen. "Have you been stalking me?! That's not creepy at all..." My brains screams to run away, but my curiosety is stronger. "What did you find out about me?"

He's fingers now tracing a path along your collarbone, his touch light and maddening. "Oh, I found out quite a lot sweetheart. I know your routines, your habits, your likes and dislikes. I know how you think, how you react to certain things. I know how you look when you're angry, sad, .... aroused." I start blushing, my body getting even hotter. Would he now?I hope he didn’t spy me at home… thinking back at the books I’ve been reading the last weeks, the times I’ve played with myself. He smirks, noticing the way your body reacts to his words, blush spreading across your cheeks, your breath hitching in your throat. He leans in even closer, his hand now tracing a path down the length of your arm, his fingers dancing along your skin. "Oh, darling, you have no idea how much I've seen. And how much I know." I try to hit him, so he will let me go. I don’t know how he all did it, but that is private. Fenrir catches your hand as you try to hit him, halting your movement. His eyes narrow as he looks down at you, a sly smirk still on his lips. "Now, now darling. There's no need for that. I didn't mean to upset you. I just find you... fascinating, is all. Your desires, your needs, your darkest secrets. They're all interesting to me."

"What do you expect? That I just say yeah fine let’s go…. Without introduction time, to forget the stalking, forget you're a murderer a death eater?" He lets go of your wrist, his hand instead wrapping around your waist once more, pulling you possessively against him. "Oh, sweetheart, I don't expect you to just give in that easily. No, I expect a challenge, a battle, a fight. I want you to resist, to make me work for it. I want to see that fire in your eyes, that defiant spark that makes you who you are. I want everything from you, darling. Everything." "Then let me go! If you want me, work for it don’t just push me. Make me want you… ask me on dates or something." Fenrir raises an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flitting across his face. He releases you taking a small step back, sizing you up with a mixture of amusement and admiration. "You want me to court you, is that it? Ask you on dates? Woo you like some Victorian gentleman?" I shrug my shoulders and nod. Fenrir laughs again, shaking his head in amusement at your request. "Very well. I'll court you the old-fashioned way. Dates, romance, the whole shebang. But don't think it'll be easy, sweetheart. I won't stop until I have you completely."

"Old fashioned… ist that of your time anyway?" I say teasingly. Oh I would let him take me right here… but I’m no slut. I need to know he’s serious, that he wants me… and not just my pussy. "Yes, old-fashioned is how I like to do things. I’m not a fan of the modern ways. I prefer the traditional approach. And as for my age, let's just say I've been around for a while…” He laughs his eyes glittering. "You sure you can keep up then?" I give him a playful shove. His smile widening at your challenge. He takes another step back, shaking his head at your words. "Keep up, darling? I think I can keep up just fine. And remember in the end you'll be mine." "We will see won’t we?" I say knowing that I'm already his… but I can’t make it that easy.

Chapter 4: Fenrir's eyes lock on yours, his smile playful as he hears your cheeky response. "Yes, we will see. I do love a challenge, sweetheart. But be warned, I can be very persuasive." "So mister wolf what will be the first step of courtship?" I ask. His hand moves to brush a strand of hair back behind your ear. "The first step, darling? Well, the first step is to get to know each other better, spend time together. How does that sound to you?" I nod "Although you say you know everything about me already. But what do you suggest for now? Can I go home get some rest?" "I do know a lot about you darling, but there's always more to learn. And as for your question... you're not going home yet. Not until I've had my fill of you. We'll begin tonight. I won’t let you go until you're shivering in my arms, begging for more." He grins. Im already shivering, everything in me screams just fuck me and devour me. But I can’t…

He senses the tension in your body, the way you shiver at his words, your breathing ragged as you desperately try to control yourself. He lets out a low amused chuckle. "Oh darling, I can feel how much you want me. I can see it in your eyes, hear it in your voice... Don't try to resist, don't fight it. Give in to the desire, give in to me..." Im not a slut, I’m not the weird stupid woman who went against everything normal, I’m made for a boring life. Not a life with the man in my dreams, the craziness, the one who desires me, worships me, protectes me, sees me as an equal, the murderer. "I can’t fall, it..it isn’t right." He can see the resistance, the internal struggle between the part of you that wants to give in and the part that doesn't. "Not right... according to who? You? Society? Darling, who cares what's 'right' or 'normal'? What matters is what you want, what you desire. And you can deny it all you like, but I see the fire in your eyes, the need, the want... you can't hide the truth from me."

He crushes you against him. He leans in close, his lips at your ear, his voice a low sultry whisper. "Give in, sweetheart. Let go of all those silly reservations, those societal expectations. There's nothing wrong with wanting me, with needing me. I can see it in your eyes, hear it in your breath... you want me just as much as I want you. Just give in to the desire and let me catch you…" I lay my hands against his chest. This need is so strong so supernatural. It’s like he’s putting a spell on me. You’re eyes meet again both blazing with fire. Oh fuck it, I’m the weird one already. Let’s taste even if it means for one night. I lean in taking his face between my hands. The moment my lips touch his, my resistance dissolves, giving way to the need and desire that have been building between us. His tongue roughly demanding entrance to your mouth as he kisses you fiercely. "Mmm... there you go, darling. Give in to me. Let me taste you, take you, devour you..."

I jumped into the abyss. His voice taking me even deeper. "Shut up and take me, please." I moan. Fenrir chuckles, as he hears your moan of pleasure. He grabs you by the hips, lifting you up effortlessly, his strong hands easily holding you against him. "Oh, I'll take you, sweetheart. I'll show you just how deep the abyss can go..." I surprise myself and let out a growl. Fenrir laughs, your unexpected growl only endearing you further to him. He leans in closer, his voice a low growly whisper. "Ah, look at you, trying to be tough... but I know better. You want to be dominated, controlled... you want to be mine." He holds me up. I’m to weak to push him onto the ground or against a tree. Why don’t he shut up and just do it? Fenrir smiles, noticing your futile attempts to overpower him. But he has no intention of letting you go, not until he's had his fill of you. He holds you against him, his arms like steel as he growls in your ear. "Shhh, sweetheart, don’t bother straining yourself. You won't win this battle. So just give in, accept your fate, and let me take what's mine."

"Then stop talking and take me already!" I wine. Fenrir laughs at your feisty response only serving to excite him further. "Oh trust me, darling, I'll take you. I'll take you right here, right now. You just have to be a good girl and do as you're told." "I’ve always been a good girl… Alpha." I bat my lashes at him, while I grind myself against the hard bulge in his pants. Fenrir groans as he feels you grinding against him, his eyes locking on yours, the desire in his gaze almost feral. "Oh really? A good girl are you? We'll see just how good you really are then, won't we? But first, I want you to do something for me..." I look up at him, awaiting his command. Fenrir grins again, his eyes locked on yours and his voice a low possessive growl. "Get on your knees, darling."

Chapter 5: He lets me get down I start opening his belt and pants in the proces. While never leaving the eye contact. He watches as you kneel before him, his eyes still locked on yours as you undo his pants, his body tense with anticipation. "Good girl, just like that... oh you're a quick learner, aren't you, darling?" Fenrir's hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist stopping me from removing his pants. He looks down at you, his eyes darkened with both desire. "Ah, ah, not so fast... I didn't say you could touch just yet, darling. Be a good girl and keep your hands to yourself for now." I look at him questioningly but go and sit down on my knees, hands in my lap… waiting. Fenrir grins down at you, his eyes roaming your body as you sit obediently at his feet. He steps closer, his hand moving to caress your cheek, his touch gentle, yet possessive. "Mmm, you look lovely down there. A sight for sore eyes. But I have to admit, I'm a little surprised... you're being awfully obedient now, sweetheart. Is that because you can feel how much I want you? You know I could take you right now, and you'd let me..." I shake my head.

"No it’s because I’m losing patience… and I shut up so you would finally make your move." Fenrir grins down at you, seeing the hunger in your eyes. "Ah, you're such a naughty thing. Always pushing boundaries and testing me. But you're holding back now, aren't you? Waiting for me to make the move, to make you mine. I love that about you, darling... but I don't think I can wait any longer..." Fenrir's hand moves to the back of your head, gripping a fistful of your hair. His voice a low growl in your ear. "Look at me, darling. I want to see those lovely eyes of yours while I take you. I want to see the need in them, the desire, the submission. I want to see you break for me, to give yourself completely." Fenrir lowers himself, crouching in front of you. He leans in his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a low, possessive growl. "Tell me, sweetheart, who do you belong to? Who is you're alpha?" I wine, doesn't he want me to suck him off? Why does he keep procrastinating? "You can be… If this alpha huries…I’ll belong fully to him."

Fenrir grins and let's the grip on your hair go. "Oh, you're mine already darling. But you asked me to woo you remember, so lay down." He growls seductivly. I lay myself down on the moss, looking at him with anticipation and strong desire. He crawls over me, his body keeping me put, as he crashes his lips on mine. The kiss is'nt soft at all, but filled with need, hunger and lust. As if we both haven't eaten for days. I give a moan, my body on fire, my hands exploring his shoulders. He growls softly in response, his body pressing into yours. "Oh sweetheart, I'm going to make you mine, completely and irreversibly. You'll be mine, body and soul." His hands pull off your clothes, one by one, while he leaves kisses in his path. Admiring his handy work for a second, he smirks and takes off his shirt. Showing his perfect muscular broad chest, making me squirm. Leaving my hands tingle.

"Oh darling, I’m going to make you scream my name. Make you burn for me, crave me, need me. And when I'm done with you, you'll never want anyone else, ever again. You'll be completely and utterly mine." He says with a big as smirk on his face seeing how you react to him. He comes closer swinging your legs over his shoulder as he dives between them. His tongue glides over my lips, stopping at my clit to circle and suck there. I push myself further waiting for the extra pressure. And he delivers, his fingers teasing me before he stick one of them in slowly pumping. After a few seconds a second one, scissoring me. Al that while he tries to keep me down with the other hand. "Oh god,.... yes, there, Im gonna ..." My body going wild. He looks up his eyes almost black now. "Yes darling, come for me, scream for me." He contineus to suck and pump harder, bringing me screaming over the edge. Taking me out for a minute, while coming down from my high. When I come by he lays besides me, his arms snaked protectively around me. "Hi there sweetheart, are you ok?" He says with a smirk on his face. I nod while laughing.

"I didn't know wolves were that good in bed?" He laughs, as he puts a hair out of your face. "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet darling. I bet they didn't teach you about that at hogwarts." I giggle and shak my head. "No, they don't Alpha." He smiles triumphantly. "Let's get you home. We will take care of me another time." I shake my head. "No no, I want a taste to" Fenrir laughs heartily. "Ofcourse you do... Go on, put your beautifull lips around it." I crawl on top of him, taking his pants off, his big cock jumping up. I take lick from the base to the top a few times before taking him in my mouth. Sucking the tip and then going down and up. Everytime a little lower to see how much I can take. No way that I can take that fully. So i take my hands jerking the last bit of while i suck en draw circles with my toungue, going up and down, faster and faster everytime. I see him growling and feel his cock thickening and before I know it. He growls and howls coming in my mouth. I hear my name falling softly over his lips when I swallow en suck the last bit out. As I look up, he looks relaxed, with a smile on his face. He pulls me back up, kissing me on the forehead. "Mmm...What a good girl you are. Let's get dressed and get you home sweetheart. You'll need your strenght for the upcoming days." He says with a grin on his face.

This is the end of the story for now. I’m really curious what you all think of it. Please let me know what you think. Would you like new chapters?

[inhumanetrash]

Hi! If you're still looking for a non-ship fic with Greyback I have one https://archiveofourown.org/works/37777234 I'm still working on the next few chapters (I have everything planned out if you'd like to hear about it, I just get frequent writers' block when it comes to writing the fic as how I envision it)

Ty!! I’ll definitely check it out :))

[invadermoz]

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[starrylayle]

To all those shippers that depict Sirius as a self-absorbed, short, fem twink with a flare for dramatics -- and Remus as a tall, angry, buff, dom werewolf daddy -- go ahead, it's a fully rounded dynamic! You're actually shipping Gilderoy Lockhart x Fenrir Greyback though! Remember to tag correctly folks! Hope this helps 🥰 🥰 

[braveclementine]

Chapter 13

Warnings: 18+ readers only, mentions of nudity, smut

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕺𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 of Christmas break, I stayed in my bed except for bathroom breaks. It was quite embarrassing because dad would have to help me down to the bathroom. My leg was not quite ready to walk on it's own. Severus showed up every other day to give me potions and ointments and performs spells and also, bring news.

"Greyback's being favored." Severus said, applying a thick green paste to my leg that burned and I stared up at the ceiling, gritting my teeth and squeezing dad's hand so tightly, he kept wincing.

"Why?" Dad asked through gritted teeth as I dug my nails into his hand.

"The Dark Lord is quite pleased to know that Elizabeth is having a child. He thinks the child will have her powers. Of course, I think it's actually good news. He won't harm Elizabeth until he finds out whether the child has powers or not and he won't harm the child unless he finds out that the child doesn't have powers. Of course, if he finds out the child doesn't have power, he'll take Elizabeth and kill the child. Or keep the child as bait."

"That doesn't sound like good news to me!" Dad said indignantly as Severus wrapped a bandage around my leg.

"It means they're both safe. From death at least." Severus said, tying off the bandage on my leg and then removing the ones from my stomach. I breathed deeply through my nose. "And probably for many years too since Elizabeth's powers didn't develop until she was eleven. And of course, he might be vanquished before then."

Dad was silent for some time. I on the other hand, thought it was good news. "I don't think the child will have powers." I whispered. "I don't think its genetic."

"Doesn't matter." Severus said quickly. "He's not going to get his hands on you anyways."

Severus squeezed my hand before applying some ointment to my cuts. Apparently, there was some sort of magical dust on Greyback's claws. Wasn't lethal, but it left scars that couldn't usually be cleared up. Severus however, had inside knowledge and knew how to reverse them. It was just going to take time. I whimpered, partly from pain and partly from fear.

"He's not going to touch you Elizabeth." Sev murmured, leaving purple paste on my wounds now. He started to wrap them up tighter. "I promise."

I nodded, squeezing his hand and then closed my eyes, letting my body rest until it came time to drink the potion that Severus had made. It was disgusting, but necessary, and I took it. I'd asked before if it was safe to take. There were many potions people shouldn't take if they were pregnant. It was perfectly safe according to Sev.

Dad gave us a little privacy, leaving the room, and going down the stairs. Severus immediately sat next to me, putting a hand on my stomach. The baby was restless, always kicking recently. I didn't blame her, I always wanted freedom too.

"She's going to be lovely." I murmured, feeling quite sleepy. "I can picture her already, inside my head."

"Oh?" Severus questioned. "And what does she look like."

"Snow white." I said. "Black hair, alabaster skin, red lips, blue eyes."

"Who's Snow White?" Severus asked, sounding slightly concerned. "I certainly hope that's not what you named her."

I laughed and then reached over, opening the top drawer of the bedside table, pulling out an old Disney storybook.

I flipped through the yellow pages until I came to the story of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. "This is her." I said, turning the book around to show Snow White, pretty as a picture, her black hair in curls tucked up around her chin. Her lips as red as an apple and her skin as white as snow. There might've been a song about it.

"If this is what our child looks like, then she certainly will be beautiful when she grows up." Severus said. "But I imagine she'll have brown hair, brown eyes like her mother."

"Perhaps somewhere in between, but I'm quite certain she'll look like this." I said stubbornly.

Severus smiled and leaned down and kissed me. I put a hand up to his cheek, pulling him to me. Perhaps things would have gone farther if dad hadn't cleared his throat at the door. Severus pulled away from me slowly, gathering his things with his wand, and he was gone.

I would have liked Severus to have been there for New Years, but my ability to walk was enough celebration for dad and I and we went to bed before midnight even occurred.

Dad and I got a Ministry car to Kings Crossing where he helped me load my things into the train and I went back out onto the platform to say good-bye to him.

"Please be careful." Dad said, holding my face in his hands. "I want you to stay out of trouble, no matter what. Nothings' worth your health at this point, nothing. Not with a child in you. You're not caring for your life anymore Elizabeth, but someone else's life too."

"I know Dad." I said, hugging him tightly. I hated parting with him. He hugged me back fiercely.

"I love you sweetheart." He said, smoothing strands of hair back from my face because I was crying. He kissed my forehead. "Everything's going to be fine."

"I know." I said, smiling weakly and chuckling. "It's just the hormones. I love you dad."

I kissed his cheek and climbed back onto the train, going back into my compartment where I started on reading A Game of Thrones.

Hermione soon joined me, her own things pushed up in the compartment. "That's a horrible book." She commented as she sat down across from me. I glared at her.

"You can't have possibly read this book yet." I said, barely looking up from the pages. "It only just came out."

"I got it a few days after the publishing date and read it in three days." Hermione recited off the top of her head. "It's barbaric and horrible."

"I'll make my own conclusions by the end of the book." I said, determined to like it.

Hermione shrugged, "So how was your break?" her eyes were resting on my cheek and I touched it gingerly. The scars had faded. Severus would continue the healing process when I returned to school.

"Oh, you know." I said, shrugging my shoulders. "Dad and I spent Christmas at the Burrow with Harry. Tonks was there Christmas day. Bellatrix Lestrange and Greyback showed up some time afterwards."

Hermione dropped her mouth and said in an incredibly bossy voice, "Don't tell me you actually went after them!"

"I was trying to help Harry." I said, bookmarking my place and setting the book aside. "Besides, I hadn't foreseen anything. I mean, what if I hadn't gone after him? I don't know what would have happened either way. Besides, I thought it was just Bellatrix. I don't know when Greyback showed up."

"Greyback was the one who clawed your face?" Hermione asked.

I nodded, "Because I'm dad's daughter of course. Greyback was the one that bit dad, though you probably knew that."

Hermione nodded, "I assumed, though I wasn't 100% sure."

I sighed. "Dad was so upset."

"You weren't bit were you?" Hermione asked in a sharp voice.

"No, it wasn't full moon so Greyback thought biting me would be a waste." I said scathingly. "Apparently, he's waiting for a full moon."

Hermione shuddered, "You really need to start being more careful."

"Believe me Hermione, I'm not going to go looking for trouble. . . well not anymore at least."

Hermione glared at me before pulling out the Daily Prophet and we spent most of the rest of the train ride reading in silence.

We disembarked the train, carrying out things to the carriages and we started towards the castle.

Hermione and I split up once we were in the castle. She went to put her things away in the Gryffindor Tower and I went to Severus' office to move back in.

"How's your leg?" Severus asked in greeting as I set my things down in the corner.

"Much better." I said brightly, pulling out my art pad and setting it down on the bed. I pulled out all of the drawings that I had drawn over the break and laid them out and then asked, "Have you seen anywhere like this or even know what these symbols mean?"

Severus took a long time, examining each of the drawings carefully and spent a lot more time looking at the six images on the piece of paper.

"No." Severus finally said. "Why?"

I sighed, shaking my head and putting the pieces of paper together. "I wish I knew why." was my answer and I put the pad back in my bag.

I kissed his cheek and said, "I'm going to go and hang out with Hermione. I'll be back soon."

"Right." Severus said, slightly disconcerted, watching me leave.

I headed down to Hagrid's where Hermione, Trang, and Hagrid were playing with Buckbeak. They were deep in conversation about something and as I got closer, I realized that they were talking about the attack on the Burrow.

"Elizabeth!" Hagrid exclaimed, "There yeh are!"

"Have a good break Christmas Hagrid?" I asked carelessly, petting Buckbeak on the nose.

"The best!" Hagrid said, a might bit to cheerful.

"I overheard you guys." I said, my lips threatening to twitch into a smile. "I know what you were talking about."

"How could you be so stupid!" Trang exploded angrily. "Don't you know what-"

"Yes, Trang!" I said quickly, in case she, like dad, mentioned the baby. The last person that I wanted to know about my child was Hagrid. I loved Hagrid, but he couldn't keep a secret.

"Dangerous stunt, that was Elizabeth." Hagrid said in a worried tone. "Don' know what yer father would've done if he'd lost yeh."

Guilt filled me immensely. Like I hadn't felt bad enough already. "It's not going to happen again." I said fiercely.

"Unless you don't foresee it." Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.

I scowled. So they were all going to team up on me now, were they? "Look, I made a mistake and it's not going to happen again, alright? And I'd really appreciate if the entire school didn't know about this, okay?"

Without another word about the incident, we turned our attention to Buckbeak/Witherwings. I still called him Buckbeak because I hated change. Changing somethings name to another was quite uncomfortable.

Hermione, Trang, and I went up to Gryffindor tower as the hours started to get late and in front of the portrait was Harry, Ron, and Ginny.

"Harry! Ginny!" Hermione called, hurrying towards them. Trang and I followed. "I got back a couple of hours ago, I've just been down to visit Hagrid and Buck- I mean Witherwings. Did you have a good Christmas?"

"Yeah, pretty eventful. Rufus Scrim-" Ron started.

"I've got something for you, Harry." Hermione interrupted, not taking any notice of Ron. "Oh, hang on- password. Abstinence."

"Precisely." The Fat Lady said in an extremely feeble voice. I looked up at her portrait before she opened up to the common room, and saw that she looked quite pale and slightly sick. Could portraits take ill?

"What's up with her?" Harry asked, stepping through the room.

"Overindulged over Christmas, apparently." Hermione said, with a roll of her eyes as she stepped inside the Common room. Trang and I did not follow and instead, turned away and started walking towards the library.

Trang immediately turned on me once we were in a lonesome hallway. "You have a child and you went after a Death Eater?" She hissed.

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Trang, c'mon." I pleaded. "I didn't know there were going to be two-"

"The number of Death Eaters is irrelevant." Trang hissed. "if there was one Death Eater and ten of you, it's still irrelevant. You could be the one out of ten that gets hurt."

"Trang!" I said sharply. "I already talked with Dad and Severus. I am never, ever going to engage in a fight until I have this child."

"Not good enough." Trang said sharply. "You have to stay alive for the child, you know? Don't get in any more fights, period."

"You're not my mother." I said, sharper than I intended.

"No, but I'm your best friend." Trang said fiercely.

"You are very emotional about this subject." I said slowly.

Trang sighed, calming down, rubbing the temples of her forehead. "Yeah, I know."

"Why?" I asked curiously.

She turned, looking out the window. Snow littered the grow, but it wasn't sticking well. "I had to do volunteer hours in America. I worked with children who had lost their parents. They don't grow up right, Liz. I mean, some of them do, but not all of them. That's why they're in the center. Drugs, assault, robbery, I mean, would you want your child to end up there?"

"She's not going to." I said fiercely. "But. . ." I spoke softer, taking in a deep breath, "I understand what you're saying."

Trang put an arm around my shoulder, "Alright then, so we're in agreement?"

"We're in agreement." I said with a smile.

Well, at least I didn't make an unbreakable vow.

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APPARITION LESSONS If you are seventeen years of age, or will turn seventeen on or before the 31st of August next, you are eligible for a twelve-week course of Apparition Lessons from a Ministry of Magic Apparition instructor. Please sign below if you would like to participate. Cost: 12 Galleons.

"What do you think?" Ernie asked.

"Well I'll be signing up." Susan said, putting her money in the box after writing her name down at the bottom.

"I'll have to think about it." I said. I wanted to check and see if apparition was okay to do if you were pregnant.

In Charms, it was quite evident that Hermione hadn't gotten over her ignoring Ron stage. I couldn't blame her, but it was starting to get quite tiring.

Today, we were jumping into producing fountains of pure water. It was much simpler than many of the other charms we had been doing before break. I'd performed the charm last year, though I'd spoken it, rather than nonverbally. But I was one of the first to produce the pure water.

Seamus managed to produce a sprout of water which knocked Professor Flitwick off of his feet. He looked quite ashamed of himself, but he was immersed in whatever conversation he was having with Ron and Harry.

Hermione was stiffly producing jets of water, ignoring Ron completely. I was sitting on the other side of the room, watching silently. I still couldn't believe that the two of them got married. How ridiculous. Harry and Hermione were a better couple. I wondered what their reaction would be if I told them. But then again, that would leave Ginny out, and I couldn't do that to her either. Besides, Harry already had developing feelings for Ginny and I had no reason to crush his emotions.

I wondered who else was eligible to set up with Hermione, but I didn't get much time to think about it because Professor Flitwick wanted me to show him my charmwork.

I hurried back to the office after class was over with a new stack of homework from all the classes that I'd attended today. Severus seemed buried in paper work too and it seemed like it was more midterm than the start of term.

He sighed, tossing his quill down and pulled me onto his lap, our lips meeting quickly. I kissed back passionately, letting my lips part and Severus gave a small moan of ecstasy. He stood up, moving me carefully so that my feet reached the floor and then we moved towards the bed.

Being careful of my right leg, we became more tangled than we had been in the rose bush garden hideout. I'd always imagined that when a woman became pregnant, the couple stopped having sex because there was no point. However, from a view point, the sex almost seemed better in a way. Perhaps it was to encourage having more kids.

Every touch, every motion, every nerve was blissful, shiver inducing, and lovely. His lips kissed the curve between my waist and hip. His fingers trailing down my side. His hair, ticking my cheek while our lips interlocked in a dance.

As the sun started to sink, we lay there, our arms around each other, my cheek resting on his chest and his cheek resting atop my head. The white sheets were strewn around us, covering parts of us, leaving other parts of us exposed.

"I had a question." I murmured, looking at the other side of the room, absentmindedly tracing shapes with my finger across his abs, but not paying attention.

"Yes?" Severus asked politely, his fingers sliding up and down my thigh.

"Is it safe for me to take the apparition classes?"

His fingers stopped moving and I moved my head upwards to look at his face.

"Well..." He said slowly, looking up at the ceiling, his head tilted in a way that the light was thrown over it so I couldn't read his expression clearly. "If you already knew how, but you don't. Therefore, if you splinched yourself. . ."

"Right." I said. "So no apparition classes."

"Right." Severus said, kissing the top of my head. "Sorry."

"It's alright." I said, sighing in disappointment. I snuggled into his shoulder, the impending doom of bad grades from not doing homework didn't seem very important at the moment. Severus pulled the comforter up around my shoulders and I fell asleep quickly.

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"𝕯𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 like Tom Riddle." Harry said as he joined me in the library.

"Excuse me?" I asked, revolted.

"It was a compliment." Harry said.

"Comparing me to Voldemort is not a compliment." I said, disgruntled.

"He said that Tom Riddle was an unusually talented and very good-looking, naturally drawing attention and nearly all were most favorably impressed by him." Harry said, grinning at me. "That does sound like you."

I glared at him. "So I suppose the memories you watched last night were quite interesting?"

"You saw them?" Harry asked. "It would be nice not having to explain them again."

"Quite right." I said. "Of course I saw them." I rolled my eyes.

"Anyways." Harry said impatiently, obviously there was a question on his mind. "Hermione said she'd never heard of horcruxes-"

"The library won't hold any information on horcruxes. Dumbledore took all of the books out of the library in hopes to explain more about Voldemort." I said immediately.

"Do you know what a horcrux is?" Harry asked excitedly.

I nodded. "When you kill someone, you lose a bit of your soul for committing such a crime. I'm not sure about all of the magic, but you can put a bit of yourself into an object. Like Riddle's Diary, like the ring Dumbledore wore on his finger that cursed his hand."

"Dumbledore didn't mention any of that." Harry said, frowning.

"Yeah well if I wasn't here you wouldn't know about horcruxes until you wrangled the memory out of Slughorn."

"Can't you just tell me the memory?" Harry asked and I looked into his green eyes and quickly looked away.

"No." I said flatly. "But I can tell you when the time is right."

"Rons right. That is frustrating." Harry muttered.

"When Aragog dies." I sighed. "Hagrid will invite you guys down. You will drink a small amount of Felix Felicis in order to give you some luck. After you drink it, you'll know what to do. The luck drink will tell you."

Harry continued to glare at me half-heartedly and I grinned. "Tough love Harry, tough love."

"So I should just wait?" Harry asked.

"No." I said. "You should ask him the first chance you get and pretend I never gave you this advice, alright? You'll ask quite a few times. It'll just depend, alright?"

"Sure." Harry said and then asked, "What did Snape want with you on Christmas?"

"Oh!" I blushed, looking down at the table. "Well, you know. Just to spend time together."

Harry shook his head. "I still can't believe your with him. He's-"

"Don't." I said softly. "Please, Harry? I understand you hate him and you can say that all you want to anyone else, just not me, alright?"

Harry and I stared at each other. "Alright." Harry said, sounding a bit frustrated.

"I do love him." I whispered. "That's hard to believe, I know, but I love him." I stared out the window, determinedly not looking at Harry.

"I'm sorry." Harry muttered.

"Let's just not talk about him and me, alright?" I asked, glancing down at the table again.

"Hermione and Ron are still fighting." Harry said at once.

"Yes." I sighed, "You'd think Hermione would have put her differences aside but then again, Ron shouldn't have dated Lavender in the first place. It's a bit of a conundrum, isn't it?"

Harry sighed, "I think he can date whoever he wants, can't he?"

"Sure." I said genially. "But Hermione believed that they were going to Slughorn's party together and then all of sudden Ron and Lavender are together like a bunch of squids. It's a bit disgusting if you look at it from an outside point of view. Hermione was my friend first so I'm going to defend her to the end."

"Are they going to be friends again?" Harry asked, sounding quite exasperated.

"Yes, but it's going to take some time."

"Do you know if Trangs going to take the apparition courses?" Harry asked after a moment of silence.

"Huh." I said, completely shocked by his question. "Well I suppose she might. She hasn't said anything. She is technically of age to do so despite her year."

"You'll be taking them too?" Harry asked.

"No." I said reluctantly. However, I didn't have time to explain in great detail why I wasn't going to be taking the lessons because the bell rang and we quickly gathered our things to get to potions class.

I sat down next to Ernie and Hermione sat across from us. I wasn't surprised about this considering she was going to be angry with both Ron and Harry.

"Settle down, settle down, please! Quickly, now, lots of work to get through this afternoon! Golpalott's Third Law... who can tell me-? But- ah!"

Both Hermione and mine hands had shot up in the air and Slughorn was looking between the two of us, seeming to try and pick a favorite.

"Miss Granger?" He finally called and I lowered my hand, slightly disappointed.

Hermione recited at top speed, "Golpalott's Third-Law-states-that-the-antidote-for-a-blended-poison-will-be-equal-to-more-than-the-sum-of-the-antidotes-for-each-of-the-separate-components."

I stared at her, stunned. How was anyone supposed to have followed that? I should consider myself lucky that I knew what she was even talking about.

"Precisely! Ten points to Gryffindor! Now, if we accept Golpalott's Third Law as true then we must know that the antidotes in common are refracting with the ingredients' endorphins and..." I looked around. Everyone's eyes were as slack as though we were sitting in History of Magic class. Ron was doodling on his paper and even the Ravenclaws looked quite lost. "...which means, of course, that assuming we have achieved correct identification of the potion's ingredients by Scarpin's Revelaspell, our primary aim is not the relatively simple one of selecting antidotes to those ingredients in and of themselves, but to find that added component that will, by an almost alchemical process, transform these disparate elements into urea which will then help with the prions and form an antidote to the poison and so, I want each of you to come and take one of these phials from my desk. You are to create an antidote for the poison within it before the end of the lesson. Good luck, and don't forget your protective gloves!"

Hermione and I were up and half-way across the room before the rest of the class even started to move.

I grabbed a phial of a sky blue liquid and carried it back to my seat. Hermione was already dumping ingredients into her cauldron, setting up glass phials to put ingredients into, but I went more cautiously.

I observed the crystal phial, finding that my poison was slightly glowing and its ingredients told me that this was Moonseed poison. With that knowledge, I pulled out the stopper and poured the poison into the cauldron and lit a flame underneath.

As Harry passed by, Hermione said brightly, "It's a shame that the Prince won't be able to help you much with this, Harry. You have to understand the principles involved this time. No shortcuts or cheats!"

I looked up briefly from having added lacewing flies to the poison concoction and saw that Ron was copying everything that Harry was doing. I rolled my eyes. Each poison was different. Ron was going to do horribly.

I carefully stirred three times clockwise before letting it simmer for two minutes. Meanwhile, I collected more ingredients and tools that I would need in the upcoming steps.

Hermione was dropping a thousand different things into her cauldron, ripping out a chunk of her own hair so that her hair was bushier than ever. She really wanted to beat Harry at this which was a really stupid thing to be attempting.

Carefully using a knife, I sliced some loose ends of my hair before dropping them into the cauldron and adding a pinch of lemon. I grabbed my mortar and pestle, crushing beetle eyes in a fine powder before adding them with a teaspoon of cinnamon.

I had long stopped paying attention to the rest of the group, waving my wand over the cauldron and adding beeswax before I started separating the ingredients and putting them into crystal phials. Hermione was jamming her ingredients into phials as fast as possible.

"Two minutes left, everyone!" Professor Slughorn announced.

I worked with ease, adding the final ingredients the last crystal phial- a drop of my own blood which I had gotten by pricking myself with a sewing needle- and I was done.

"Time's. . . UP!" Slughorn announced and everyone dropped back from their cauldrons except for Hermione who was trying to cram more ingredients into the phials. Hare and the Tortoise. Slower wins the race Hermione, I thought randomly, putting my crystal phial into a holder to present it. Then, I put my finger in my mouth to stop the bleeding.

"Well, let's see how you've done! Blaise. . . what have you got for me?" Slughorn asked, starting at the Slytherin table. I avoided looking at the table. I hadn't been able to be in the same room with Blaise for a long time. It was an uncomfortable situation.

Slughorn moved from the Slytherin's to the Ravenclaws and then, much to my disappointment, the Gryffindors.

Putrid fumes were emitting from Ron's cauldron and he had abandoned it, his task instead to avoid being poisoned by the fumes.

"And you, Harry?" Slughorn asked as he moved away from Ron's cauldron, retching. "What have you got to show me?"

Harry opened is hand which I knew contained a bezoar. I sighed in disappointment. While I did not fault Harry, I would've liked Slughorn to see that I had finished the antidote before he doted on Harry.

After about ten seconds of silence, Slughorn threw his head back, roaring with laughter. Hermione was seething and Ernie looked disappointed.

"You've got nerve, boy! Oh, you're like your mother. . . Well, I can't fault you. . . a bezoar would certainly act as an antidote to all these potions!" Slughorn announced joyfully.

Hermione didn't seem to be able to contain herself, "And you thought of a bezoar all by yourself, did you, Harry?"

"That's the individual spirit a real potion-maker needs! Just like his mother, she had the same intuitive grasp of potion-making, it's undoubtedly from Lily he gets it. . . Yes, Harry, yes, if you've got a bezoar to hand, of course that would do the trick. . . although as they don't work on everything, and are pretty rare, it's still worth knowing how to mix antidotes. . ."

I was starting, against my will, to get angry. He didn't inherit potion making skills from our mother! He was cheating! I felt quite infuriated and the only person who looked angrier than Hermione was Draco.

For about the first time, I wished everyone knew I was Harry's sister. Couldn't I be complimented about my potion skills because I'd inherited my mother's gift?

I took in a deep breath. No, no, that wasn't what I wanted at all, if I thought about it hard. I wanted to be known as a great potion-maker because I had the skills myself, not because I'd inherited them. Potion-making wasn't really a gene that was passed down from parent to child anyways.

The bell rang. "Time to pack up! And an extra ten points to Gryffindor for sheer cheek!" Slughorn announced, walking past our table.

"Professor!" I called, "You didn't check our work."

Yes, I was being selfish, but I couldn't really help it.

"Yes, of course, Miss Kane." Slughorn said, though he sounded more like he was humoring me, rather than actually wanting to check our work. He passed over Ernie's quickly, complimented Hermione slightly, and congratulated me on finishing the antidote and awarding Hufflepuff five points. I stalked out of the potions room in a bad mood.

"That wasn't fair at all!" Hermione seethed as we hurried to the library together. "You actually finished the antidote and I had fifty ingredients and Harry did absolutely nothing!"

"No." I agreed, "It wasn't fair at all but when it comes to Harry, people in our world seem to be a bit more willing to overlook his mistakes. Cheeky!"

"He would have failed if that had been Professor Snape's class." Hermione said, sounding as though she was barely listening to me.

"No." I answered. What were we talking about again? My blood was starting to simmer down a little.

"Miss Kane!" A sharp voice echoed down the hallway and Hermione and I stopped walking. I turned around and saw Professor McGonagall sweeping down the staircase towards us. "I must speak to you for a moment."

"I'll see you in the library." I muttered to Hermione and stepped against the side wall so that I didn't interrupt the flow of the crowd. "Yes, Professor?" I asked, looking up at her.

"Professor Dumbledore would have told you this himself but he is not here at the moment. He said that you are allowed to sign up for apparition classes and that he has absolute faith in you." She recited. Her facial expressions gave away nothing.

"Thank you, Professor." I said and I turned and headed to catch up with Hermione.

Once Harry caught up to us (I suspected he told Ron the outcome of talking to Slughorn first), my temper had fizzled out, though Hermione's had not, and Harry left soon after telling us the outcome.

I slipped away after class to go and see Severus but he was teaching a class. I wanted to go upstairs to the office to do homework, but that would be quite distracting to the other students. Instead, I went to the Hufflepuff common room and signed up for the apparition lessons. I wondered what Severus' reaction would be.

After the hour ended, I went back to Severus' classroom and up to the office where Severus was separating paper into three different stacks, a quill on the floor, and the inkpot laying on its side, ink spilling down the table and dripping onto the floor. He was saving the paper first.

"Scourgify." I muttered, cleaning up the ink. I picked up the pot and set it down on the chair with the quill.

"Thanks." Severus muttered, tossing three pieces of parchment onto one stack and the rest onto another. "An owl swooped through here."

"No problem." I said, kissing his cheek and setting my bag down and pulling out my homework before starting on the problems.

"By the way..." Severus said slowly, searching for something in his drawers, "You have an appointment with Madam Pomfrey tomorrow."

"I do?" I asked, puzzled, looking up from my potions homework. No one made an appointment with Madam Pomfrey and hearing those words was quite funny.

"Yes." Severus said, pulling out a fresh quill and slamming the drawer shut before sitting down in his chair, leaping up and removing the inkpot and quill from the chair. "It's a checkup, really, to see how the child's doing."

"Oh!" I exclaimed. I supposed I hadn't thought of checkups because I was in a magical school rather than in the muggle world. But muggle women went to doctors for checkups all the time to make sure that the baby was healthy. "That's fine."

"Good." Severus said, "I thought you might be difficult about it."

I stuck my tongue out at him before remembering that his back was to me.

I flew through the homework and when I was done, the sun had already fallen. I pulled out a fresh sheaf of paper and started to draw, letting my subconscious take over.

When I looked up again, Severus was deep in his papers, the candles low, the sun completely set. I set the pencil aside. Soot covered my fingers but there wasn't a single smudge on the paper. I set it down on the bed, grabbing a cloth and wiping my fingers while I observed the newest drawing of the strange place.

It was a hallway. The floor was tiled with a pattern of black and gold (if it was in color). There is a vine pattern on the tiles which also leads partly up certain parts of the stone walls till they reached the curved ceiling. But more unusual was that the hallway is filled with black chairs and café tables.

The tables and chairs are pushed up against the walls of the hallway in random order, not orderly. There are stacks of books on the chairs, all of them have gilded edges. There is also a cat, sitting on one of the tables. Its small and silver with large yellow eyes (if the drawing was colored).

There is a door between the vines, partly open, revealing part of a lit fireplace that is small and arched. I can see briefly that the floor is tiled still, checkered but also covered with rugs, navy colored (if the drawing was colored).

I set the drawing aside, placing it on top of the other drawings. All these drawings were unusual so they must be part of the magical world, it was the only explanation. But no one seemed to know where this place was. Not Tonks or Dad or Severus. But if this place was in the future, then no one would know about it would they.

Severus finally set his quill aside while I continued to add detail to the drawing. Adding thing, delicate whiskers to the silver cat. Defining the room to be more three-dimensional through the door. Adding a light here, a lightbulb there.

"It's lovely though unusual." Severus said, coming over, looking over my shoulder. He was shirtless and my heart started to pound, a complete overreaction considering how many times I'd seen him naked.

I set the drawing aside for a second time and hopefully the last time tonight. I stood up, running a hand over his abs. Severus pushed his lips against mine and we dissolved into each other. I wondered if it was possible to capture these scenes in drawing as well. But that might be a bad thing to do. What if someone found the drawings?

His fingers were cold, goosebumps appearing on my skin where he touched me. My hands were cold as well and I kept them under his back, heat radiating and warming them.

There really is no way to describe being together with someone. But it was sweeter, more romantic than that. It was perfect, the idea of a man and a woman that were meant to be together forever loving each other. Moving together as though they were of one mind.

That was how we moved, our mouths always met at the right moment, our hands, our legs, our bodies retracting and condensing and moving together.

No one could really understand how I could love someone older than me, someone like Severus. I suppose one only needed a night with him, one moment with him that he opened up and showed his true self.

His history was horrible to an outsider, to someone who didn't know what I knew. He was a Death Eater. He was a follower of Voldemort. He was evil and Dumbledore was a fool to trust him. He hated Harry Potter, he hates the boy who lived. He hated James Potter, he wanted them to die. His best friends are Death Eaters, he is using Dumbledore to keep him out of Azkaban.

But I knew what was true. He regretted joining the Death Eaters. He cared about Harry in his own way. He did not want Lily Potter to die and in order for her not to die, he did not want James to have died either. He was not evil. Dumbledore was not a fool to trust him. Voldemort was the fool.

And the sides that he didn't show anyone else. The sides that only I could see. The goodness in him, the love, the passion, the joy, the hopes, the dreams, the beliefs. Everything that made him, was mine to see, to explore, to exploit. It was mine to use and to love and to make passionately with. He was mine and I was his. We were us.

His fingers caressed my breasts, his lips made heart shapes on my neck, his manly parts made my female parts sore and loved. We rolled over so that I was underneath his weight. The candles went out in a gust, leaving smoke filtering through the room. His lips parted mine, pushing and caressing and loving.

Somewhere far away, bees were buzzing and keys were clinking in the wind and swords were clashing. Crowns were crashing and feathers were floating and hearts were beating. Somewhere far away, a heart beat slower and slower but I would never know about that heart, until everyone I loved was dead.

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[iamnmbr3]

Bellatrix: Now that the Ministry has fallen, we can set about accomplishing our central goal of-

Voldemort: Finding a way for me to defeat Harry Potter personally in a duel.

Bellatrix: --purifying wizarding bloodlines by--

Draco: Did someone mention Harry Potter?!

Snape: Potter! Everything comes back to him. My whole life would have been different if only-

Bellatrix: Ok is there anyone here NOT obsessed with Harry Potter?

Fenrir Greyback: I'm just here to bite people lol.

Bellatrix: *facepalms* I'm starting to miss Azkaban.

[remus-poopin]

The “A very frosty Christmas” chapter in HBP is so interesting to me in terms of understanding Lupin’s relation to the werewolf community. The standout line to me is this:

“‘I am not complaining; it is necessary work and who can do it better than I? However, it has been difficult gaining their trust. I bear the unmistakable signs of having tried to live among wizards, you see, whereas they have shunned normal society and live on the margins, stealing — and sometimes killing — to eat.’” (HBP, 334)

The framing of this is interesting, he didn’t say: “wizards have shunned them from normal society therefore marginalizing them so they have to steal and sometimes kill to eat”, no he puts the werewolves in the active role as if they are making a sort of choice. It effectively takes the blame off of the wizards that oppress them.

I think he might feel that it is a choice they are making. He has tried very hard all his life to fit into wizarding society. Everything he does is in an attempt to appear non threatening. He has made a choice to not live in the werewolf colonies, he’s made a choice to hold jobs, he’s made a choice to socialize with other wizards, he’s made a choice to appear civilized, he’s made a choice to conform into wizard society-

yet he is still not accepted.

The issue is not the werewolves disregarding society but a society that fundamentally disregards their humanity.

On some level he must know this yet the way he speaks about his community is dripping with a sort of self loathing that pushes for a drive for assimilation (something you can find in most groups of marginalized people).

He holds these views of achieving social mobility through the appearance of civilization while being walking proof that werewolf assimilation is futile, so he has to construct mental barriers to avoid being crushed under the weight of his own hypocrisy.