#Harry Potter Story

[sunburnhurts]

Artist || Fred Weasley x fem!Reader

Summary: Fred finds himself in the same classroom as Y/n, they soon bond over Y/n's art piece.

Words: 2,259

All My Stories

Sitting on a stool, Y/n leans in to get a better view of her canvas. Something about it looks wrong to her, she couldn't tell what. She attempted to paint the view from where she was sitting. She looked out the window at what she was trying to recreate, then back at her canvas. Sighing, she leans back rubbing her eyes in frustration.

She then hears the door to the empty classroom she was in open. Turning her head to the noise, she sees a tall red head shut the doors quickly behind him. Unsure what the sudden commotion is, Y/n stayed in her seat which was located in the far corner of the classroom. She quickly identified the boy as one of the Weasley twins, she just couldn't tell which one from where she was sitting.

She watches as the boy looks around the classroom, his eyes landing on her. He was a bit out of breath from running, he stood with his back to the door as he caught his breath. After a few moments of them staring at each other, Y/n looks away, back out the window.

Letting his curiousness control him, he walks over to the girl, taking a peek at her art. Y/n looks back at the twin, now close enough to identify that it is Fred. "This is bloody brilliant!" He says, leaning into the painting with his hands behind his back.

"Thank you," Y/n says a bit shyly. Y/n never talked to either of the twins before even though they are all in the same year, they are also all Gryffindors. She wasn't like them, energetic and friendly with everyone she met. Yes, she was nice to everyone she met, but it takes more time for her to be able to befriend the person.

If anything, she hated people that would befriend anyone and anything, she found the behavior fake. She needed a reason to be friends with someone, needed a special connection. She felt as if a friendship wasn't special if you act the same with everyone else. So at first, she was a bit hesitant to befriend a Weasley. Sure, she found him a bit cute, but that didn't mean anything if they didn't know each other.

Y/n watches as Fred looks at her, saying, "What are you painting?" She leans away from the window so he can see the view. He looks out, his eyebrows raised in surprise to how similar the view and the painting are. "That's seriously incredible, I didn't know you painted!"

"You don't know a lot of things about me," Y/n slightly jokes, but she really did know he knew nothing about her.

"That's not true, I know you're really quiet and smart." Fred says, looking down at the seated girl.

"And how do you know that?" Y/n looks up, slightly smiling.

Fred smiles, going back to observing the painting. "We are in a lot of the same classes, didn't think I noticed you?" He asks.

"Honestly, no." Y/n laughs, wondering why he would have noticed her when he spends all class joking around with other people.

"Well I have, for a while actually." He says, turning back to the girl. Suddenly, hurried footsteps are heard outside the classroom door. Fred hears this and hides next to a bookshelf that is blocking him from the view of the door.

Y/n looks over, seeing a Professor Snape burst into the room. He looks around the room, then spots Y/n. "Ms. Y/l/n, have you seen George or Fred Weasley?" He says in his low voice. It was obvious Fred has done something wrong, and obviously to the wrong person. The last person you should mess with is Snape, the consequences would be essay after essay.

"No, Professor Snape." Y/n responds, saving Fred.

"Very well," Snape responds, his eyes flickering from the painting back to her, nodding and exiting the room. Y/n looks over at Fred once Snape fully closed the door.

"Thanks for saving me, Y/n." Fred says, stepping away from the bookshelf, walking back to Y/n.

"So what did you do for Snape to be looking for you?" Y/n asks.

"Me and Geroge pulled a prank, we switched some of the potions around. We wanted one of our classmates to be the ones with the switched potions, but of course Snape had to use them." Y/n smiles, trying to imagine what kind of explosion happened to Snape.

"You can't hide forever, you know."

"Yeah, I know." Fred laughs. Y/n laughs back, then turns her attention back to her painting, still trying to figure out what was wrong with it. "You're not finished?"

"No, I can't figure out what's wrong with it, it looks empty." Fred looks at her confused, genuinely thinking the painting is perfect.

"Maybe it needs people?" Fred suggests.

"You're right!" Y/n exclaims. "I don't know why I didn't think of that!" Fred smiles, crossing his arms as he watches the girl in front of him turn to look at him. He raises his eyebrows, interested in what shes going to say. "Want to add someone?"

Surprised, Fred shakes his head. "No, I wouldn't want to ruin it."

Y/n laughs, getting up from the stool. "No, please, if its really bad I can paint over it." Fred gives in, sitting down and picking up the paint brush. Y/n stands behind him, watching as he nervously picked up orange paint with the brush. "Never would I thought Fred Weasley would be nervous to paint something." She laughs.

Huffing a laugh, he says, "I don't want to mess it up too bad!" Y/n laughs again, placing her hand on his shoulder for comfort.

"Don't worry! Seriously!" Fred slightly smiles as he feels her hand on him. She watches as he paints himself under one of the trees, it honestly looked like a crazy 5 year old painted it. But she didn't mind, she thought it looked special, no other professional painting has a messy painting of Fred in it.

"Done." He says, turning his head up to Y/n. Y/n looks down from the painting, meeting his eyes. Laughing as he smiles, he says, "What? Scared I'm going to steal your talent, Y/n?"

"Terrified!" Y/n chuckles, looking back at the painting. "You should paint me now," She suggests, not really wanting the moment to end. Fred nods, not wanting the moment to end either, the feeling of her hand still on his shoulder felt special. He then turns back and starts painting Y/n.

He starts drawing the body, making her the same size as him. "So I'm the same height as you?" Y/n teases.

"I never said I was good with proportions." Fred smiles. Once he finished he said, "What a beautiful girl!"

"I can't tell if that even is a girl!" Y/n laughs, making Fred look up at her with a playful frown.

"Sorry I'm not as talented at art as you are!" He exclaims.

"You'll get there," Y/n pats his shoulder, then removed her hand from him.

Hiding his disappointment of her removing her hand, he asks, "Do you have other paintings you've done?" Y/n nods, walking over to a wardrobe in the room. As she opens it, many finished art works, unfinished paintings, and empty canvases were revealed. "Wow, and they let you keep everything in here?" Fred asks as he picks up one of the paintings.

"Yeah, one of the Professors let me use this classroom. Said to just be prepared to pack up in case the room was needed."

Fred nods, observing the art works. He then stopped, turning to her with a serious face. "You really are talented, Y/n."

Y/n studies his face, seeing he really means what he says. "Thank you, Fred." She smiles. Yeah, she's used to a few people telling her she is good at art, but it was different coming from Fred.

Suddenly, Fred's eyes widen. "Shit," He mutters, "I have to get to Quidditch practice!" He places the art back where he picked them up from. "So you're in this classroom everyday after classes?" He asks, walking towards the door.

"Yeah," Y/n calls out.

Fred turns around before he exits the room, he nods and makes a mental note so he can find you after school. "Goodbye, Y/n."

"Goodbye, Fred." She smiles, watching him leave.

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The next day, Y/n and Fred weren't able to talk in classes, there was never an opportunity to. So Y/n is sitting in the same empty classroom, sitting in the same stool, staring at an empty canvas. She tapped her fingers against her forehead as she tried thinking of what to draw.

She then turns her head as she hears the doors open, the same tall twin walked into the room with a smile on his face. "How did I know I would find you here?" He asks, walking over to Y/n.

"I wonder," She jokes.

"So, what will be the next art piece?" He asks, stopping next to her.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out." She sighs, looking back at the canvas.

"How about this," He starts, "You paint me and I'll paint you. I'll actually try this time, I promise."

Looking back up at him, she smiles. "Okay." She gets up, grabbing another canvas for him. They get situated, both facing each other and unable to see each others work.

As they worked, they got to know each other more. Fred did most of the talking, but she didn't mind, she liked listening to him ramble about little things. She got to know what he was planning on doing outside of Hogwarts, start a joke shop with his brother.

"I better get a discount in this store." Y/n jokes, adding details to the painting.

"Bold of you to assume you are allowed to even enter my store!" Fred says, looking up at the girl to see how her hair lays.

"Excuse me!" Y/n exclaims, looking up at him with her mouth opened in a dramatic way.

"I'm only kidding!" He says, looking back down and adding strokes of hair to the art. "You're allowed in there at least once,"

Y/n scoffs, playfully rolling her eyes at him. She enjoyed the playful banter, it was more fun with Fred than most of the people at Hogwarts. "Are you almost done?" She asks, finishing the painting.

"Hmm," He says, looking back up at her, staring for a bit too long, then looking down. Y/n noticed the lingering look, hiding her smile as she catches him slightly blushing. "Uh- yeah I'm done." She fully smiles, laughing lightly. "What?" Fred asks, looking up at her.

"Nothing." Y/n says, ready to show him the painting. "Let me see yours first.

Fred nods, pausing dramatically. He then quickly turns it around, revealing an okay painting of her. It was much better then the previous day, more detailed. "Wow, she's pretty," She jokes, reaching out for the painting.

"I know." He mutters, watching as she studies his work. He smiles seeing her grin. She then places the painting down, picking up the painting of him, showing him. His face brightens up even more seeing him as a painting. "That's how you see me? I'm surprised you're not in love with me. What a handsome lad!"

Y/n laughs, handing him the painting, then picking the art of her back up. "You might really steal my talent, Fred!" Y/n jokes. "I might have to hang this in my room!"

"You better! I spent my precious time on that!" Fred exclaims. Smiling, Y/n looks around the room, noticing it is now dark outside. Fred notices too, then looks back at Y/n. "Hope I didn't keep you here," Fred says, feeling a bit bad for using up so much of her time.

"You didn't, I enjoyed our time together." She smiles, getting up. "We better get back before it's past curfew." Fred nods, getting up as well. They both had each other's art in their hands as they walked to the common room, chatting about random things.

"Why do you spend breakfast alone?" Fred randomly asks. Y/n looks at him confused, wondering when he noticed this. "Again, you really think I don't notice you, Y/n?"

"No, you are always so busy with everyone." Y/n says, still looking at him as they continue to walk.

"I'm never busy for you," He says with a playful tone, smiling down at her. Y/n feels her heart beat quicken a bit, the corners of her mouth lifting as she looks ahead of her.

"To answer your question, I guess no one invites me to sit with them, so I don't want to intrude. I don't really mind it."

"You can sit with me, you know? I'm sure- no, I know George would love to get to know you." Looking back up at him, she smiles.

"Okay, I'll sit with you tomorrow then."

"Good," Fred grins, noticing they arrived at the fat lady painting. They enter the almost empty common room then walk up the stairs together. "Good night, Y/n, see you at breakfast." Fred says, watching Y/n turn to him.

"Good night, Fred." Y/n says, turning back around and entering the girls section of the dorms.

The End

A/n: I might add more onto this, I'm not sure though, but I really like this! I think it's so cute. Thank you all for the support I have been getting! I love you all so much!!

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Puppy Play Kink with Bellatrix Lestrange ~Kinktober 2023

Happy October 29th!!! Third to last day! 💜🎃 The kink of the day is a Puppy Play Kink. With the one and only witch, Bellatrix Lestrange. Enjoy!! 🖤💋

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, Puppy Play Kink, eating out, praise, pet names, light hair pulling, implied praise kink, more implied future smut, etc.

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The crazy haired brunette groaned and dramatically shut the door to her room in the Malfoy Manor. She had just finished yet another Death Eater meeting, which nowadays seemed to be all the time and go on forever.

Bellatrix had reached out to you and instructed you to come over to the Manor and wait for her in her private quarters. So you did exactly that. And you ended up waiting for quite a while…

“So borrrrring…!!” Bellatrix exclaimed, rolling her r for the extra flair.

She immediately began to disrobe her many layers. You simply sat on the bed and watched, eyes wide.

“Don’t sit around, pup!” The brunette snapped, “Strip!”

Your eyes widened even more and you nodded, immediately getting up and stripping off all of your clothing. Bellatrix hummed in satisfaction at you obeying her instantly.

“Didn’t mean to snap, pup” she hummed, as she finished taking off her clothing, now left in her stylish undergarments, “Had a long day…”

“Iss okay” you whispered with a nod.

You then stood before Bellatrix, in nothing. You stared at her undergarments, her signature black corset bra and black knickers. Her in nothing but her undergarments always made you needy.

The woman then came over to you, invading your personal space. She suddenly grabbed your chin, holding it tightly and examining you.

“My pretty puppy…” the crazy haired brunette mused aloud, tilting her head, “Make me feel better” she told you.

You nodded immediately and eagerly. Bellatrix then plopped herself on the bed against the headboard and opened her legs. You scurried onto the bed and in between the woman’s legs.

“Your knickers?” You asked.

“Go around them, pup…” Bellatrix sighed, waving her hand away showing it wasn’t a big deal.

“Ok” you said, nodding in understanding.

With one finger, you hooked her knickers and dragged them to the side. Her slick cunt revealed itself to you, and you quickly latched your tongue around her sensitive bundle of nerves.

The woman hummed out and groaned in pleasure. You then switched to tonguing through her folds. Her hands tightening on the arm chair, and one of her hands quickly found their home in your scalp, pushing you even deeper into her sex.

“Such a good pup…” Bellatrix moaned out, as you ate her out.

You moaned into her cunt at the sound of her praise.

“Fuckin Hell—So well trained…!!” The brunette moaned loudly, throwing her head back in pleasure.

You squirmed in your spot as her praise made you even more desperate and slick. You added your thumb to her clit, as well as your tongue fucking her cunt. Bellatrix’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, and she came minutes later, hissing loudly as she came.

“Fuck good pupsssssss—!!!” Bellatrix hissed, grabbing your hair tightly through her high.

You helped the woman through her high, and then you leaned back up. You looked up at the woman with her cum all over your face.

“My puppy looks best covered in my cum…” Bellatrix wickedly cooed.

You blushed.

“Let’s make you even more messy, pup!” She exclaimed, scooping you up and literally throwing you on the bed.

You yelped in surprise, but you couldn’t wait for what she had planned next…

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[vilentia]

Shared Sorrow

Harry Potter x reader

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Summary: In the wake of tragedy, Harry finds solace and love in your embrace, navigating grief together and discovering a sanctuary in each other's arms.

Rating: Teen and Up (T)

Categories: angst, hurt/comfort

Harry stood in the debris-laden Department of Mysteries, his heart heavy with grief and anger. The loss of Sirius Black, his godfather, felt like a sharp knife twisting inside him. Tears welled up in his emerald eyes, threatening to spill over, as he clenched his fists in frustration. He felt utterly alone, the weight of the world resting upon his young shoulders.

But then, amidst the chaos, you appeared. You had been by Harry's side throughout the battle, fighting alongside him with unwavering courage and loyalty. As you approached him, concern etched across your face, Harry's tear-filled eyes met yours, finding solace in your presence.

You reached out a trembling hand, gently brushing away the tears staining Harry's cheeks. Your touch was comforting, sending a shiver of warmth through his body. He leaned into your touch, craving the support and understanding only you could provide.

"I'm so sorry, Harry," you whispered softly, your voice laden with sorrow. "I can't imagine how much pain you're feeling right now."

Harry's voice wavered as he spoke, his voice heavy with grief. "It hurts, Y/N. It hurts so much. Sirius... he was like family to me."

You pulled him into a tight embrace, holding him as if you could shield him from the pain. His arms wrapped around you, clutching onto you desperately, seeking solace in your embrace. The tears flowed freely now, mingling with your own.

"I know, Harry. I know," you murmured, your voice filled with empathy. "I can't take away your pain, but I'm here for you. You're not alone."

Harry buried his face in the crook of your neck, finding comfort in the familiar scent of your hair. His body shook with sobs, his heartache echoing through the empty chamber. You held him tightly, absorbing his pain, knowing that your presence alone could bring him some measure of solace.

As the tears subsided, Harry lifted his head, his eyes red and puffy, but filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Y/N," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "I don't know what I would do without you."

You brushed a gentle hand through his unruly hair, your touch a balm to his wounded soul. "You don't have to face this alone, Harry. We're in this together. Always."

A fragile smile tugged at the corners of Harry's lips, and he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. The weight on his shoulders seemed momentarily lighter, as if your presence alone could bear the burden alongside him.

In that moment, amidst the wreckage and heartache, Harry and you found solace in each other's arms. Your love became a beacon of hope, a sanctuary where pain could be shared and comfort found. Together, you embraced the anguish, finding a sense of contentment in the midst of the storm.

[sereinegemini]

Two Dark Princes ₊⋆ ☾

— Chapter IX

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader x Theodore Nott

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Two years after Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord during the Triwizard Tournament, Hogwarts and most of the Wizarding World has returned to normal. But, F/n’s mundane life is flipped upside down after she learns that two of her best friends, Draco and Theo, are secretly in love with her. When this knowledge begins to affect her relationships, she is faced with difficult decisions, each one laced with promised heartache and the potential to awaken an unexpected darkness.

Warnings: cursing, some lines directly from the movie

Hogwarts

Sunday, May 4, 1997

There’d been a pride shimmering in Draco’s eyes that you’d successfully hidden a memory on your first try. It’d made your chest swell with your own sense of satisfaction. Until he told you that was only the first step. Hiding the memories was one thing, disguising them and redirecting Legilimens to a different part of your brain was another entirely. You needed to distract them with a false memory to whatever they were searching for.

Now, sat on the hill overlooking Hagrid’s hut, you were trying to do just that. You’d always adored the plump little building, and looking down at it and the forest was a great place to relax and clear your head. The cream-colored blooms on the Hawthorns scattered across the ground gave you a whimsical feeling. A mundane Magic, different from the kind swimming through your veins. A childhood Magic.

“Hey..” a smooth voice said uncertainly. He had his hands stuffed into his pockets, shoulders drooped out of awkwardness. He was the same as he’d always been, but a hollowness had taken residence behind his gray eyes.

You gasped, “Cedric-” Avoiding his existence had become a big part of your daily routine. Don’t sit at the Hufflepuff table at meals, don’t look towards the back of the room when you walk into Potions, don’t return to the dorms until after 8 pm. In the blink of an eye, this boy had gone from your every waking moment to rules for every room you entered. It was a wonder you still recognized every line of his face like an old friend.

“I just- I saw you sitting over here and I couldn’t just walk away…You look well.” He stumbled over his words, his normally confident voice dripping with doubt. It strangled your heart.

“So do you,” you said, your voice barely over a whisper.

The breeze drifted between you, rustling his caramel hair. You merely looked at one another, and you knew he was studying you the same way you were him. Studying the changes that had taken place since you’d last spoken. And, looking at him, you realized there was a distinct place in your heart that ached for him. It was near the bottom—as if the weight of the heartbreak had been too heavy to be anywhere else. The heaviness of knowing every crook and cranny of someone now turned strangers.

You swallowed a lump in your throat and motioned to the grass beside you. “Do you..?”

A faint ringing appeared in your ears as he took a half-step backwards. Ambivalence rested in the crease of his brows. “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea F/n…It was good seeing you though.” And then his back was to you, and he was walking away. Just out of reach, forevermore.

Staring at the spot where he’d vanished from view, you thought about how light the pain was now. Where it was once unbearable, the sadness had transformed into a slight stinging—an acknowledgment. “I’m sorry, Ced,” you whispered into the wind.

“F/n?” someone asked. It was Hermione, climbing the hill up from Hagrid’s hut. As usual, her satchel was full of books and seemed to be dragging her down.

“Oh, hey Hermione.” You gestured to her bag. “Do you.. need some help?”

“Oh, no, no, I’ve got it. Just a bit of light reading.” She chuckled as she plopped down beside you, the books landing with a thud. “I don’t mean to pry but, was that Cedric Diggory I saw walking away?”

You took a deep breath and pushed your intwined hands into the Earth, one on top of the other. “Uh, yeah. He was just saying hi I guess..” You looked again to where he’d vanished. A hello followed by yet another goodbye. “Maybe it’s best that’s all it was. You don’t rip off a bandaid just to put it on again.”

“Unless it was crooked the first time,” Hermione remarked, a gentle uptick to the corner of her lips.

“It wasn’t.” You plucked a strand of grass and mindlessly ripped it. “It was perfect, until it was time to take it off. So, maybe, it’s time for me to learn that the sting doesn’t need another one.”

She smiled, and the two of you sat there peacefully for a few minutes. Smoke was rising from the hut now, and in the distance you could hear students chattering and laughing. And you realized Cedric was probably at Quidditch practice—that’s where he’d been heading. And you wondered if he was thinking of you too. And if he was bandaid-less.

“Hermione! F/n!” Harry Potter waved his arm in the air as he walked from the castle; followed by Ron Weasley, Draco, Theo, and Blaise. Now there’s a scene you never thought you’d see.

You and Hermione hurried to your feet. “Did you get to talk to Dumbledore? What did he say?” you asked.

“I did. He wanted me to assure you that the castle is heavily guarded by spells—so you’re safe here—and some Occlumency sessions are at your disposal if you want them. And then he um, he showed me a memory. It was Professor Slughorn’s. He was talking with Voldemort—when he was a student here, I mean—and he was asking Slughorn about a form of rare Magic. But Dumbledore said the memory he showed me was tampered with, and he asked me to get the true memory.”

“How does he expect you to do that? I mean, if Slughorn changed the memory in the first place then it’s something he doesn’t want Dumbledore finding out. He’s not just going to hand it over if you ask,” Hermione said, exasperated. You were beginning to realize this might be her normal state, especially when it came to Harry and Ron.

Harry shrugged. “Dumbledore tasked me with getting close to him and I’ve spent all year doing just that. I guess asking isn’t the worst place to start.”

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Monday, May 5, 1997

The next morning when Potions was over, you all hid outside the classroom while Harry stayed behind. The other students gave you odd looks on their way out, but once they spotted Hermione and Ron they seemed to understand. ‘Always something with those three,’ some of them mumbled, shaking their heads. 

“Is there something you needed, Harry? Or do you simply enjoy my classroom that much?” You heard Slughorn joke. With your backs against the wall, you could hear all of their conversation without being seen.

“Actually Professor, there is something I was wanting to ask you about. You see, the other day I was in the Library, in the Restricted Section. And I came across something rather odd about a…very rare form of Magic.”

“And what would that be?”

“Well, you see Sir, I can’t quite remember what it was called. But I guess it got me wondering…are there some kinds of Magic you aren’t allowed to teach us?”

“It seems to me, Harry, that your question would be better answered by Professor Snape,” Slughorn dodged. You heard him gathering his things, and your heart began racing. What would he do if he found you all out here, eavesdropping?

“Yes, but um, you see, he and I don’t exactly see eye to eye…well, about anything.” Harry chuckled nervously. “What I mean to say is, well, he’s not like you. He might misunderstand my intentions.”

That was sure to charm the Dark Arts Professor, all he’d wanted all year was Harry’s high regard. Anyone could see that.

Slughorn paused for a moment, then quietly said, “Yes…there can be no light without the dark, and so it is with Magic. Myself, I always strive to live within the light. I suggest you do the same.” His heels clicked on the floor—closer and closer to the door—and every muscle in your back tensed with dread. What you didn’t notice, however, was Draco watching your back and thinking how nice it was to be part of this. To be next to you again.

“Is that what you told Tom Riddle, Sir? When he came asking questions?” Harry asked, and the footsteps stopped abruptly.

“Dumbledore put you up to this, didn’t he?” There was a pause where Harry didn’t answer, then Slughorn raised his voice: “Didn’t he?” His steps sounded again—angry now—and your heart plummeted. He was really leaving this time.

“Fuck, we’ve gotta go. Now,” you said under your breath. Grabbing Draco’s hand and pulling him with you, you ran to the closest door as quietly as you could. Hopefully the others had the right mind to follow.

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Author’s Note: I really am the worst I’m sorry 😭 adulting is kicking my assss

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[imaginesandbandfiction]

my headcanon for remus lupin is that he’s known he’s gay since before hogwarts and just chose not to disclose that info but. behind the scenes??? he was getting an education from the underground queer community. like, in 3rd year he was caught reading an illicit gay magazine in the common room and caught by frank longbottom, the 5th year prefect, who just laughed and said welcome to the club, buddy.

being bisexual, frank had a similar interaction with an older student and thus was adopted into a community that met in the room of requirement to hang out (and find people to hook up with but that wasn’t the main goal or expected AT ALL) and by the time Remus himself was a fifth year prefect, he was hooking up with Barry Crouch (Sr., the seventh year male Ravenclaw prefect) like every other night and getting drunk with other queer kids on the weekends.

and when he comes out in sixth year, he just starts nonchalantly dropping stories into conversations and the other marauders are just speechless bc they had no idea how they never noticed and it should have been a red flag when he was the one who convinced them all to try fire whiskey and brought the bottle

and when they ask him about it in the common room one day, he just shrugs and says “frank taught me everything i know,” and then they are equally as speechless, heads swiveling around like owls to look at frank across the common room

and frank, with his arm around alice by the fire, laughs and is like “hell yeah i did!”

and sirius deflates and wails “how the fuck has moony been cooler than all of us this whole time?”

and remus smirks and says, “did you really think i was sneaking away to study every time?”

[fandomsaligninstories]

First Year: The Hogwarts Express

Chapter List WC: 1,778

31st August, 1991, 9:47PM

"But mum, do I have to go?" Eleven year old Violet asked for the tenth time that hour. She held a letter in her small hands, pale yellow paper against her tanned ivory skin.

She glanced at it as her mother gave her a warm smile, "We've been over this, dear. You don't have to do anything, but your father and I think you should go."

Violet sighed, an automatic response to her mother's rehearsed response. They'd had this conversation every day for the past month, ever since the letter showed up, courtesy of a beautiful brown barn owl.

As Violet curled up under her blanket, her mother tucking her into bed, she set the letter on her bedside table, leaving it open so she could reread it. No matter that she'd read it several times a day every day, she still wasn't entirely convinced it was real.

To: Ms. Violet Ellis

Dear Ms. Ellis,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Students shall be required to report to the Chamber of Reception upon arrival, the dates of which shall be duly advised.

Please ensure that the utmost attention be made to the list of requirements attached herewith.

We very much look forward to receiving you as part of the new generation of Hogwarts' heritage. 

Yours sincerely, 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝒻 𝑀𝒸𝒢𝑜𝓃𝒶𝑔𝒶𝓁𝓁

Professor McGonagall

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13th August, 1991, early morning

It was all very confusing at first. The "list of requirements" attached to Violet's acceptance letter made absolutely no sense. She could reason with robes, but dragon hide gloves? A pointed hat? A wand?! And it only got stranger. Books on magic, on spells and magical herbs and fantastic beasts? She truly thought she'd lost her mind.

Also enclosed was the name of a place, "Leaky Cauldron". Neither her mother or father knew of the place, so it took some searching for the family of three to find it. And when they did, it only proved to be more concerning. Violet could see it, clear as day, but neither of her parents could. They could see the music shop to one side, and the bookshop on the other, but not the pub sitting in-between.

"It must be a magical place. For witches and wizards only," She tried to reason.

She led her family inside, where the gentleman behind the bar took pity on them and explained that yes, in simple terms, it was a magical pub. Muggles, or non-magic folk, couldn't see it, until they were led inside by a person with magic. He then had another man lead them outside to a small back courtyard, where he took out a wand- a wand!- and tapped on a brick in the wall, where a doorway then opened.

The family walked through, feeling sorely out of place. They wore plain clothes, normal clothes to them, simple jeans and t-shirts. But everyone around them, from children to adults, were people in long, billowing robes, slacks or skirts, and dress shirts.

It took nearly the whole day for Violet to collect the things on her list, including several books, magical items, and her very own wand. Ollivander had been very kind when helping her find her wand.

"The wand chooses the witch or wizard, Ms. Ellis." He explained as he continued handing her wand after wand. Some had no response to her flicking it through the air, while others gave over small explosions of sparks. The final wand she tried gave off a brilliant light, almost as if it were happy to be chosen.

"Ah, yes!" Ollivander exclaimed, as if he'd known all along this was the right wand, "Willow wood with a phoenix core, twelve and three-quarters length." 

Violet of course had no clue what any of it meant, but she was overwhelmed by the day's events and proof of magic, so she just smiled and nodded.

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1st September, 1991, morning

"Platform Nine and Three-Quarters? Surely that's a mistake!" Violet's father muttered as the family walked through the train station. They stopped between the pillars of platforms Nine and Ten.

"Maybe it's more magic, dear?" Her mother asked, "Surely there's some explanation."

Violet was about to suggest they ask someone, when the strangest thing happened. Someone walked out of the pillar. The very large, very brick pillar of platform Nine.

"Look! Did you see that?!" She exclaimed, pointing at the wall. The person, no, people, who had walked out were talking quietly. It appeared to be a mother, father, and little girl. All with very bright orange hair.

"Oh! Well, I guess... We just, walk through the wall?" Violet's father was dumbfounded. Magic was so entirely new to him that he wasn't sure what to believe anymore.

Violet took off at a sprint, her heart pounding as she neared the wall.

'What if it doesn't work?' The thought was fleeting before she met the wall, the world going black for a moment before she entered the platform. Her parents were right behind her, pushing along the cart with all her belongings that she'd forgotten behind in her haste, but she paid them no mind.

There were more people in robes and formal attire, hugging and waving at the kids climbing aboard the train. It was an old steam engine train, in faded shades of red and black.

Her mother set a gentle hand on her shoulder, "I think this is where we leave you, Violet."

"What?" She turned towards her parents, "Oh, right..." She blinked back tears, the realization that this was all very real. That she'd be going to a new school, far away from home, where she didn't know anyone. 

"Well only be a phone call away, okay?" Her mother hugged her tight, then her father, "Try to have fun, alright? Make some friends, learn some magic!"

Violet nodded, staring at her parents. She almost started crying fully when she realized her parents eyes were full of tears. Her mothers blue, her fathers brown, both shining with unshed tears. So she blocked away her own tears, her green eyes shining as she put on a brave face.

Before she could respond, the train whistle sounded. She grabbed her luggage and rushed towards the train, stopping a moment on the stairs to smile back at her parents, before disappearing on board.

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The train was full. All of the compartments were full of kids and teens. Some wore normal 'muggle' clothing, while others wore what she assumed to be Hogwarts uniforms.

She walked slowly towards the back of the train, squeezing between people to find an empty seat. The only compartment not full was in the back, with only two people in it.

She knocked on the closed door before entering, "Hi. Can I sit with you guys? Everywhere else is full."

The two boys stared at her before nodding. She smiled shyly, turning to put her luggage away before sitting across from them.

They sat quietly a moment, staring awkwardly. Violet tucked her hair behind her ear, the brunette strands falling out of the ponytail.

"I'm Violet. What're your names?"

"I'm Ron, this is Harry." The boy on the left spoke. Violet took in his appearance- bright orange hair, round face, wide eyes, a silly smile, and semi-formal clothes. She wondered briefly if the family she saw exiting the platform was his family.

The other boy, who must be Harry, looked a little starstruck. With unruly black hair, wide green eyes, round framed glasses, and muggle clothes, he looked out of place. Which, Violet supposed, she did too.

A knock at the door pulled their attention to the older woman, "Anything from the trolley dears?"

Violet pulled out the few coins she had left from Diagon Alley and sadly shook her head.

 Ron replied glumly, holding up a bag of food, "No thanks, I'm all set." 

Harry looked between the two, then pulled out a large handful of coins. "We'll take the lot!"

A few minutes later, the three had spread out the selection of candy and snacks Harry bought. Ron explained the different selections, from Chocolate Frogs, to Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. 

They sat talking and eating candy, having quickly become good friends. 

"This is Scabbers, by the way." Ron explained as a giant rat crawled onto his lap and into an empty box, "Pathetic, isn't he?"

"Just a little..." Harry agreed.

"Fred gave me a spell to turn him yellow. Want to see?"

"Yeah!" Harry and Violet exclaimed.

As Ron pulled out his wand, a girl appeared in the doorway. She looked around the compartment, eyeing the three kids. She had to be their age, with her bushy brown hair, brown eyes, and proper Hogwarts uniform.

Her eyes continued to dart around as she asked, "Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost one."

Ron was the only one to respond before she turned her nose up at the trio, staring at Ron, "Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see then!"

Ron cleared his throat loudly, "Sunshine, daisies, butter-mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow!"

A yellow light emitted from the end of his wand before the empty box the rat was in flew towards the floor. The rat remained unchanged. Ron shrugged, Harry and Violet returned the gesture.

"Are you sure that's a real spell?" The girl asked haughtily, "Well, it's not very good, is it?"

The trio shared a 'can you believe this girl?' look as she continued, "Of course, I've only tried a few simple spells myself, but they've all worked for me!" She marched into the compartment, sitting to Violet's right, across from Harry.

The girl pulled out her wand and pointed it at Harry's face, "For example, Oculus Reparo. That's better, isn't it?"

Harry flinched back as the tape on the bridge of his glasses flew off and disappeared in a puff of smoke. They all examined his glasses, which had previously been broken but were now fixed.

"Holy cricket!" The girl gasped, "You're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger. And... You are?"

"Ron Weasley."

Hermione made a face at Ron, who had spoken with a mouth full of candy, "Pleasure."

"Violet Ellis."

"You'd three better change into your robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon." Hermione got up and walked out, turning back at the last second, staring at Ron, "You've got dirt on your nose, by the way. Did you know?"

Ron reached up and wiped at the side of his nose. 

"Well, alright then." Violet sighed, exhausted from the interaction, despite having barely said three words. She got up and pulled her uniform from her trunk, including a grey skirt, white dress shirt, grey sweater vest, black tie, and black robe. They were quite plain compared to some of the uniforms the older kids were wearing, which had colored patches and ties.

"I'll go change in the toilet. Please be dressed when I come back." She laughed softly as she left, closing the door behind her.

[skydawng]

till death eats us apart..

this story is about Y/n who is a half blood.she becomes accepted into hogwarts and dangerously enough falls in love with a malfoy...what makes it worse is that her brother harry potter is a target. yeah, you heard me right. what will happen in draco and Y/n's love story?.. or will it go down in flames? will draco's family ever accept her?..what about voldemort?..find out now..

you step into the great hall and everyone is ready to be sorted into there houses..

Professor Mcgonagall appears upfront with a scroll in her hands as she gets ready to speak.

"Welcome children to hogwarts! I am Professor Mcgonagall, and you all today will be sorted into you houses. There are griffindor, hufflepuff, ravenclaw, and slytherin.."

after her speech the sorting ceremony went by pretty fast...each kid getting there needed houses and sitting at there table...

"HARRY POTTER!" everyone turns to your brother after Mcgonagall yelled the next name..

you watch your brother walk up to the stool and sit down. tons of murmurs could be heard. You could hear your brother have a conversation about slytherin and thats when the sorting hat yelled, "GRIFFINDOR!"

everyone at the griffindor table clapped and harry gave you a reassuring smile before going to sit down. "Y/n POTTER!"

all eyes turn to you as more murmurs are heard..you walk upto the stool and sit down.

(your POV)

i sit down and feel nervous, "first time eh?" i look at the sorting hat on my head. "what?" the sorting hat laughs. "i said first time?" i look down. "yeah.." i feel the sorting hat move around my head. "don't worry! there's no pressure. besides, your brother already got his turn!"..i just sit there patiently.

(NAR. POV)

the sorting hat mumbles about your traits until it comes up with its answer. "SLYTHERIN!!"

everyone looks surprised. you duck your head down in embarrassment from all the attention...you hear the slytherin table clap as you sit.

when you sit down your arm gets nudged by a platinum haired boy. He looks amused as he starts to speak. "are you potters sister? like, actually sister?" he says with a cocky grin.

you look at him confused and then start to speak. "yes..why?". he smiling and laughs before scooting closer.

"i'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. who are you?". You look at him and scoot away a little. "Potter, Y/n potter." you say mocking his tone. His smirk falls when you mock him but quickly returns.

"do you have a weird looking mark on your forehead like him to?" you hear him snicker from saying that.Before he could say anything else you stood up and picked a different seat at the table. away from him.

after the feast was over the upperclass slytherins showed us to our common room and that's when i went to pick my dorm.

as you walk into a empty dorm you look around. you found it pretty comfy and decided to take this one. when you walk into the room a girl surprise hugs you.

(your PoV)

i get startled as the girl hugs me by surprise. i quickly push her off. "don't do that! where did you even come from!" I straightened my robes and look at her. "sorry! i didnt mean to scare you! i'm your roommate!". I look at her confused, "roommate? we have a roommate?"

I say and she laughs. "yeah silly! don't you pay attention?!. i'm Astoria greengrass! who are you?". I watch as she extends her hand for me to shake it. "i'm Y/n Potter. it's nice to meet you."

She gasps and squeals excitedly. "Oh my merlin! your harry potters sister! i'm so happy to meet you to! My parents have told me a lot about you and your brother! i can't believe we're roommates!" She continues to ramble on and I walk past her to sit on one of the beds.

(NAR. PoV)

as the night continues you and Astoria talk about random things and start to become friends. eventually you remember that you forgot your wand on the table in the common room. You tell Astoria that you'll be back and head to get your wand.

it was dark in the hallway but you managed to find the common room and get your wand. "Lumos" you say and you can see.

when you turn around to head back to your shared dorm with Astoria you bump into someone.

(Draco's PoV)

"watch it you half-blood! don't you know how to see when walking?!" It takes me a minute to realize that it's Y/n. "what are you doing up Pottah? practicing on being clumsy? well it's working!" I laugh at my words but she shoves past me. "i could say the same thing to you to malfoy! now buzz off. i'm going back to my dorm!". I stand there watching her walk off. I smile to myself.

(your PoV)

I give an annoyed sigh as i walk in the dorm and close the door. Astoria looks at me confused, "what's wrong Y/n? did something happen?". She watches me sit on my bed and sigh as i get under the covers. "no im fine Astor..just ran into some boy..". I cover myself and turn the lights out. "OoOoOo~" I throw a pillow at Astoria, "NO!". She giggles and lays in her bed.

"alright, alright!. goodnight Y/n!" She turns on her side. "goodnight Astor..."

(NAR. Pov)

you close your eyes and fall asleep. it's gonna be a long first year...

(Arthur's note)

thank you for reading chapter one! this is not as detailed but i did at least try and i'll post the next part soon! please leave a comment on what you thought!



[justtluffythings]

Charlie Weasley - HOME SERIES PT. 2

MASTERLIST OF MASTERLISTS Book 8 - Author's Note, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

[rinamorten]

Harry: James? Or better: James Sirius...

Pansy: No.

Harry: Okey, what about Albus? It's a good name.

Pansy: Harry James Potter, do I look like a woman who will name her child like this? Do you really believe that?

Harry: It's our child, if you did not forget.

Pansy: Hm... No, Potter, it is MY child. He lives in me for seven fucking months. I've been feeding him this entire time and will continue so after he will be born. You spend five fucking minutes conceiving this baby. That is... So just get over it. I won't let you name our child. And if you say one more stupid name you'll find you sleeping at I don't care where!

Harry: ... I love you, Pansy.

Pansy: You better do.

Harry: Come here, my beautiful flower. I'm gonna massage your feet.

Pansy: And back too.

Harry: And back.

Pansy: I love you, Harry.

[ronweasleysleftnut]

I like to torture myself.

One of my favorite ways is looking into Harry Potter's childhood.

And since it's Christmas time...

So This is Christmas

It was Christmas 1985. There was a pile of presents under the tree. Some smaller, a lot of them larger. All of which were addressed to a boy named Dudley Dursley. He was a small pudgy boy, who quite resembled a pig. He was on his knees in front of the tree, poking around at the boxes and counting them aloud. His parents, Vernon and Petunia Dursley, watched from the couch behind him.

Then there was another boy. He was scrawnier, although this was mostly hidden by his much too large clothing. He had dark fluffy hair and glasses that were taped together in the middle. This boy was Harry Potter. He too was staring at Dudley, although in contrast to Mr. And Mrs. Dursley, Harry was frowning.

Not one of the presents under the tree were addressed to Harry, not even the smallest one. It had been like this for as long as he could remember, although he had never asked why. Aunt Petunia hated questions.

But after watching Dudley unbox a new bike, gaming set, and toy gun, Harry felt more envious than ever. He went up to Petunia after Dudley had finished opening his presents, and when he called her name she turned around and her smile flashed instantly to a frown of disgust.

"What do you want?" She spat at the boy, and he gulped before bravely asking her "Why does Dudley get all those presents, and I don't get anything?" Petunia stared at the boy for a moment before a sick smile came across her face.

Petunia went down to Harry's level and looked at the boy eye to eye. "You don't get any presents because you're a stupid selfish little brat. Only good kids deserve presents." She hissed, and stood up before turning around and barking at Harry to get out so she could finish cooking.

Harry went back to his cupboard and curled up in his bed where he felt tears roll down his cheeks. But Harry wouldnt give up that easy, if he only got presents for being good, then he'd be good next year.

Harry spent the next year doing anything and everything the Dursleys wanted him to. He didn't disobey them once, being fueled by the idea of getting presents for Christmas that year.

And as it neared Christmas, Harry's excitement was bubbling over. He even wrote Santa a letter. He specified everything he wanted, writing it all down neatly and making sure he sealed it tight when he was done. He sent it off in the post, and then waited for the day to arrive.

As Harry woke up on Christmas that year, for once in his life, he was excited. He got dressed quickly, knowing that when he went outside he'd have all the presents he ever dreamed of waiting for him.

But as Harry entered the living room, the same image he's always seen on Christmas greeted him. Dudley was on the ground, roaming around his presents and counting them out. And when Harry went over to the tree, hoping that maybe his presents were just burried underneath, all he saw was Dudleys name.

He went back to that same chair and curled up. That was the year Harry realized that no matter how hard he worked, or what he did, the Dursleys would never care about him.

[welcometothemaraudersspam]

Draco Malfoy and his Rose Pt.3

Word Count: 2,227 words

Warnings: cursing, making out, some fluff

November 16th, 1996. The Room of Requirement. 12:36 am.

Hope tugged her hair into a low ponytail, trying to make sure none of her curls were hanging out giving Draco a dirty look. The blonde looked irritated, running his ring cladded fingers through his gel free hair eyeing the angry looking girl as if she had grown two heads.

“A Death Eater!? Malfoy, are you out-of-your-mind?! What in the hell is-”

“Keep your voice down!” The blonde hissed, slapping his hand over her mouth his eyes wide.

Hope parted her lips not hesitating to lick a stripe up his palm, which made him pull away from her wiping his hand on his trousers an annoyed look etched on his face. The small witch felt tears pricking her eyes, looking up at the ceiling in an attempt to stop the tears from streaming down her cheeks.

Draco had never felt so broken, and so lost in his life then he had at this very moment. He was watching his best friend having a break down at the thought of him being a Death Eater.

He let out a shaky breath reaching a hand out, having it moved away by Hope who just snapped her head at him a harsh glare set on her face.

“Don’t. You. Even. Dare.”

A loud sob managed to escape her lips raking through her body, closing her eyes shut as everything started making sense.

The reality of the situation just now hit her like a ton of bricks, feeling her whole body shaking as more heartbreaking cries left her parted lips sinking onto the floor. She covered her face with the sleeves of her hoodie, the hot tears seeping through the grey material as more and more tears streamed down her face.

Hope had never felt so broken. She lost her best friend, in more ways than one, and she knew there was absolutely nothing she could do about it, “Draco... p-please just hold me,”

Draco didn’t hesitate for one moment, letting his knees rest on the stone floor scooping the sobbing girl into his arms tightening his hold on her. He whispered sweet nothings into her hair, rocking her back and forth as he rubbed small circles on her back. The trembling girl clutched at the black button up of his shirt, resting her forehead on his chest as she hiccuped a few gibberish words.

“Lovey... I swear to you on my life. I did it because I had no choice. Besides, nothing will happen to me or you-”

“Draco. The Dark Lord could ask you to kill any of us without a second thought, what would you do then, huh?” The blonde struggled to answer, knowing she had proved a point with her statement.

“You’re telling me,” She pulled away from his chest to lock eyes with his soft stare, “You would not hesitate to kill any of your friends? What if it were Blaise? Or how about a ‘lousy Gryffindor’ like Ron? Or better yet... what about me, Mal?”

A shaky breath left her as she stared intently at his face searching for an answer, feeling her heart shatter as she saw nothing but sorrow and a darkness that wasn’t there several months ago when she saw him up at the Astronomy Tower. 

“I-I...”

“Malfoy, you didn’t do it because you had no choice. You always have a choice... if they had tried to do you harm I would be there in an instant. Anyone at this bloody school would stand in front of you, regardless of what you’ve done. You are loved, Mal. Always have been. If Narcissa and Lucius refuse to see what they are doing to their only son, then they really need to re-think each and every single decision they have made up to this point.”

“Is this your way of saying you’re leaving?” He angrily spat, this glare in his eyes sending dagger at the girl who was currently sprawled across his lap. Hope shook her head cupping his cheeks, sensing the boy visibly relax.

“Of course not. I am... I am going to help you through this. This is too much of a burden to carry all on your own. But, if things start involving the harm of any of the students here in Hogwarts, I will not hesitate to turn you in a ferret and leave you in this dingy room.” She tried to make light of the situation, making the blonde turn a shade of red at the statement nodding to her words. Hope leaned down pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek, holding him tight as he hummed appreciatively.

“I love you, Rose,”

“I love you too, Draco,”

November 17th 1996. The Great Hall. 1:16 pm.

Hope let out a chuckle as she saw the Golden Trio making their way over to her, a flushed expression on their faces. She popped a few grapes into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully as they took a seat on either side of her, with Hermione on one side of Ron flashing a quick smile. Unbeknownst to the smiling girl, there were a pair of grey eyes already watching her, stabbing rather angrily at his salad. 

“Hi Hope,” The redhead breathed out rather heavily, his cheeks almost as strikingly red as his full head of hair. You pursed your lips, fighting off a smile as you eyed the pair.

“Hello, Ronald... Why do you guys look like you’ve just finished running from a herd of Hippogriffs,”

“Harry thought it would be a bloody good idea to go on a rant about a certain toad. She happened to turn the corner at the same time, but since there were several other kids in the hallway we decided it be best if we hurried here as quickly as we could so she wouldn’t remove any more house points.” He choked out, taking a swig out of Hope’s cup, some of the orange juice making it’s way down his chin. After Hope smacked him upside the head, all she heard after that was Hermione scolding him for being a pig, before they got into a heated discussion off to the side. She rolled her eyes, facing the dark haired Gryffindor her cheeks flushing pink as she caught him staring at her. A teasing glint gleamed in his eyes, wetting his lips as he caught her growing flustered at his small action.

“Hey, H,”

“Hi... you look really pretty today,” Harry smiled at the brunette, reaching up to brush a stray curl out of her face her grin growing wider. Feeling her breath getting caught in her throat as she felt Harry scooting in closer to her on the bench, attempting to get as close as possible without being weird.

“Thank you, H. I don’t think I can say the same about yourself-”

“Oh sod off,” Harry laughed shoving her playfully, sending her into a fit of giggles as she almost bumped into the redhead behind her, “You love me, Lupin,”

“You are very much correct about that,” Hope sent the grinning boy a sly wink, fiddling with the hem of her skirt as she leaned in close to the boy whose eyes had widened, “Remember that morning in your dorm room-” At those words Harry felt himself growing flustered, nodding tentatively, “And what we talked about when we went down to the Common Room.”

“Y-yeah...”

“I made up my mind. If the offer still stands, I would love to go out with you, Potter.” Harry practically beamed at her words, cupping her face eagerly pressing his lips against hers as he poured all the emotions he could into that kiss. Hope gingerly place her hands on his chest, melting into his touch before pulling away from the heated kiss. She failed to notice the bickering friends behind her had stopped arguing, now sitting gaping at the action they had just witnessed.

Draco dropped his fork onto the table, making it clatter rather loudly a wave of rage washing over him. He felt sick to his stomach watching Potter and his dear Rose lip locked, nearly gagging at the sight focusing on his salad having lost all of his appetite. The sound of Draco fuming beside her had made Pansy shut her mouth turning to face Goyle instead as she watched Draco, anxiously awaiting his next move.

“I don’t think you understand how happy those few words made me,”

“Well, I mean... I could take them back-” Hope teased, letting out a giggle as the boy recaptured her lips in his, laughing into the kiss as she caught sight of pout resting on his face, “You’re a big baby, Potter.”

“Ummm... hello?! When in the hell did this happen?” Ron exclaimed, a shocked expression on his face eyeing the pair who just sat there looking flustered.

“Remember that day where Seamus, Dean and Neville were making fun of me very early in the morning, and we woke you up?”

“Uh huh...?”

“Well, the reason they were making fun of me was because they had caught Hope in my room, a-and the curtains happened to be shut around my bed,” That sentence caught Ron’s attention, a cheeky grin spreading across his face eyeing the couple who just blushed. The red-head 

“Oh you dirty dog,”

“Ron! You’re one to talk. What about you and Lavender? You guys were horrendous at least they had the decency to do it behind closed doors,” Hermione scoffed, slapping the red head upside the head making him sulk as he rubbed the sore spot, “But I’m happy for you guys, truly. You guys are cute together-”

“Lupin. Professor Umbridge would like to speak to you. At once,” The sound of someone practically hissing her name caught her attention, looking up to see an angry looking Draco. She flashed him a soft smile, picking up her hoodie off of her lap giving a quick wave to the group making her way to follow the blonde. A hand wrapped around her wrist, stumbling backwards into a broad chest.

“Hold on,” Harry cupped her face, pressing his lips against hers holding her close to him. Hope’s eyes fluttered close, feeling her chest tighten at his intoxicating touch, her nimble hands clutching his robes before she hear someone scoff behind her forcing her to pull away from him.

“10 points from Gryffindor. Lupin unless you want Umbridge to hear about this, then I suggest you hurry,”

“I’ll see you later, H,” Hope mumbled, briskly following behind a seething Malfoy whose pace only seemed to increase struggling to catch up to his long strides. “Slow down there, buddy,” She rolled her eyes as she felt him grab a hold of her arm, dragging her into a nearby empty classroom locking the door with the flick of his wand.

“What-in-the-hell, Rose-Anne?” He growled, turning on his heels facing the brunette who had taken a seat on top of one of the desks, setting her books and wand on the open desk beside her, “How long?”

“You know, people think you’re crazy every single time to call me Rose, considering they all know me for my name; Hope.”

“Lupin, I have called you Rose-Anne since I knew what words were... If it bothers you that much then I’ll quit-”

“No, no. I find it cute,” You made the blonde blush, his already reddening cheeks growing a shade darker shaking his head at your comment. Attempting to ask you the previous question he had asked you, wanting to know when you and Potter had grown all lovey dovey.

“Potter and I? Not long. I guess we always just had slight attractions to one another since the beginning, but we didn’t do anything besides hang out and hang out a few times on our own until like a couple weeks ago. Since then, we’ve just been testing the waters,” Draco angrily ran his fingers through his hair, throwing his head back rolling his eyes at her words. Potter. Of all the guys in the Hogwarts, she chose the scummiest of the scum. He thought to himself, swiping his tongue across his lips wetting them in the process. 

Hope hopped off the desk, making her way over to the boy who looked like he was going to burst in any second. She tentatively rest her hand on his shoulder, his body stiffening before relaxing at her touch. He let her wrap her arms around his waist, her head resting on his chest humming softly at his warm embrace. They stood there for a few moments, enjoying one another’s presence, before he parted from her holding her a few inches from him. His light grey eyes scanned her face, trying to see if he found any sort of sign of her lying to him.

“Does he make you happy?”

“Yes... he really does.”

“Then... as much as it pains me,” She giggled, messing with his black robes peering up at him, “I’m okay with it. If you’re happy, then that’s all that matters. But, if he lays a hand on you in any way, or if he even dares to dream of hurting you. I won’t hesitate to hex him,” Draco teased, a serious underlying tone in his words making her smile nodding her head.

“Thank you, Mal. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, I don’t really think I could considering we just made it official about...10 minutes ago,”

“About that, if you start snogging like that anywhere where I can see you, I will not even begin to second guess myself before taking points.”

“Oh shush. Let’s go back and finish lunch, I didn’t even get to eat all of my grapes,”

a/n: this took me 5397394 years to finish. please lemme know if you guys have any questions, or if you have any feedback. my requests are always open. thank you lovelies <3.

[atror173]

I was a little late for the first snow, but here is the art for the beginning of winter (•~•)

[thealvininkwell]

The Marauders: Together Forever

Two years after escaping Azkaban Prison, Sirius Black stood in the graveyard at Godric's Hollow, staring at the grave of Lily and James Potter. "It's unfair, innit?" He jammed his hand into his pockets, exhaling softly, "I know it's not my fault, Prongs. It was Peter. I suppose the persona of a rat was rather fitting, huh?" He chuckled.

"I spent twelve years in that prison. When I met Harry, I knew who he was. Not by the scar, but by you." He looked over at the headstone of Lily, "And you, Lily. Your eyes. Oh, you would be so proud of the man he's becoming. And he's quite the troublemaker. I suppose he got that from you, eh Prongs?" He sniffed, looking at James' stone again, "It's been fifteen years now, tonight. Moony has had a rough go of it lately with his condition." He sighed, "Almost killed me a few years ago when he changed. Not as easy without you, Prongs. Or Lily. She always had a way with wound care. Much better than just licking my paws for hours on end."

A snap came from behind him and he instinctively raised his wand, light illuminating, "Severus?"

Severus Snape looked just as shocked as Sirius Black. "Sirius. Paying James a visit?"

"Don't pretend I didn't care for Lily. We were mates, too." He said, "Here to turn me in?"

Severus shook his head slowly, lowering his own wand and conjuring flowers with a wave of it. Lilies.

Black looked at the grave and Severus repeatedly, "Of course." He smiled, "Look, Severus, I know it's late now, but you know I didn't—"

Snape raised his hand, "I know, Padfoot." He jested. "I didn't at first, but after you exposed the Weasley's rat, I— I reconsidered my emotions."

"While we're on the topic of emotions…" Sirius began, "Look, there's no way I can phrase this to make it okay, but I— all those years ago in school. I am dreadfully sorry. I know I can't—"

Snape sighed, placing the flowers down, "I forgave you all after that night. It's been hard, looking at Potter these years. A spitting image of James, but he did save my life and I'm grateful he did. You showed loyalty to Lily. Remus is a very bright wizard, a great one. So I have no qualms with any of you." He said.

Another snap rang out, "I'm sorry too if it means anything." Remus said. "My apologies for being late, but I realized I hadn't brought any butter beer for this reunion of old friends."

The three shared a laugh, before falling silent. "Things are going to change again here, soon. Severus, we know the task Dumbledore has entrusted you with. Just promise me: it won't get in the way of looking after Harry." Remus said.

"Task?" Severus asked.

"I think we all know his days are numbered." Sirius said, "We all are. Just look after Harry, whatever happens to any of us."

Severus nodded once, "Always."

[sereinegemini]

Two Dark Princes ₊⋆ ☾

— Chapter VII

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader x Theodore Nott

Word Count: 879

Summary: Two years after Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord during the Triwizard Tournament, Hogwarts and most of the Wizarding World has returned to normal. But, F/n’s mundane life is flipped upside down after she learns that two of her best friends, Draco and Theo, are secretly in love with her. When this knowledge begins to affect her relationships, she is faced with difficult decisions, each one laced with promised heartache and the potential to awaken an unexpected darkness

Warnings: hostility, blood, a wee bit spooky

Hogwarts

Sunday, May 4, 1997

True darkness engulfed you. You could feel it shifting and swirling on some unknown wind. No light penetrated the empty space, but when you held out your hand you were able to see it. The black air slithered around your fingers like water. As far as you could tell nothing but you existed in this space.

“F/n?” a voice asked from all around you. It had a dreamlike element to it, almost like all at once it was there and not. And it was warm, reminding you of–

“Cedric?” you called back, frantically spinning and searching the void for any sign of another being. Your head was swimming. What was this place?

“I’ve missed you so much, my sunshine. You have no idea how lost I am without you.” Knuckles grazed your cheek gingerly, and you flinched at the phantom touch. No one was there.

“Ced, where…where are we? Where are you?” You couldn’t settle the rising panic in your voice.

“I’m right here, F/n.” Frustrated, hot breath washed over your face. You should have been able to see him. He was right there, dammit. But your vision remained blank, and if you hadn’t just seen your own hand you’d be positive your eyes were closed. He gripped your shoulders, nails biting into your skin enough for a whimper to escape you. “I’m tired of these games, F/n.”

“You’re hurting me. Ced, that hurts!” you cried. You moved to rip his arms away from you, but your hands met nothing but empty air.

He only clenched harder, roughly shaking you back and forth. “Why did you do it? Why did you throw away our love—our future—for them? They’re nothing. They’re filthy Slytherin snobs. We were going to have a future together, F/n. A family. Why did you ruin it? Why did you ruin it? Why did you–” Suddenly, an intense wind billowed past, gone as quick as it came. Cedric gone with it.

Left shaken and panting, you ran your fingertips along the pain burning in your shoulders. They came back wet. Confident you knew what the substance was, you licked it. Copper. Blood.

“Like what you taste?” a smug voice asked from behind you. Whirling around, you were met with exactly what you expected: nothing.

“Not particularly,” you whispered, your skin prickling alongside his presence as he circled you.

Stopping behind you, Theo roved his mouth over your ear. “That’s a shame, I’ve always sort of enjoyed it. It can be...comforting.” He pushed a finger against the small cuts, making you wince. You felt him lift it to his own mouth, a pleasured groan following. Then, his hand on your jaw, he forced your face towards him and brought his lips to yours. His tongue slithered between your teeth and spread the metallic taste into your mouth. Grimacing, you tripped over your feet as you broke away.

“What’s the matter, F/n? I thought that’s what drew you to us. The wickedness dwelling underneath. The Death Eaters our fathers raised us to be.”

“Isn’t that why you destroyed your perfect life for us? You know deep down a part of you is just like those little boys we’re trying desperately not to be,” Draco whispered against your hair, pulling your back against his chest.

Your chin was gripped with dreadful strength. “But you can only love one of us, L/n. So go on, who is it? Hm? It sure as hell isn’t that dumb Hufflepuff.” Theo’s dark chuckle made your veins run cold. “You destroyed that boy’s heart in the most admirable way. It would have been more merciful for you to rip it clean out and wear it on a chain around your neck.”

“Shut up.” You willed the tears in your eyes not to spill.

“Oh? Are you not proud of the way you wrecked poor Cedric Diggory? I hear he’s been awfully careless with his wand lately. Poor bloke is bound to blow himself up.”

“I said shut up!” you shrieked. 

The words continued to echo seconds after you sensed Draco disappear into thin air. You were left standing face to face with a red-eyed creature. It resembled a man and had its boney fingers pressed bruisingly into your jaw. He had replaced Theo, and in your sinking gut you knew exactly who this was despite never having seen him.

Lord Voldemort gave you a rotten-toothed grin. “I’ve been looking a long time for you, girl.”

Gasping awake, you laid completely still out of fear while you took in your surroundings. You were in the Astronomy Tower, rain from a storm pelting the floor mere feet from where you lay. Beside you, Theo was snoring softly, completely unaware of you or the nightmare previously tormenting you. Quills, parchments, and textbooks littered the floor where you’d spent most of the night studying. Final exams would begin next month and now was the time Professors encouraged students to start revisiting the material.

Lightning flashed across the moody sky, and the last thing on your mind was passing your finals. Because there was no doubt in your bones that nightmare wasn’t just some bad dream. Voldemort had been in your mind. And he wanted you for something.

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[alexcraft760]

Crucio Murderer

I flung open the door to the room, shouting "TRAITOR" from my lips powerfully, my voice echoing across the walls as I faced the fellow student. Stunned, they turned to me with a shocked look upon their face that quickly turned to anger and seething rage.

"Where the hell did you come from?!" they blurted out as they gripped their wand in their hand, turning to face me swiftly. I didn't answer. Instead, I rushed them in boiling rage, my hands reaching forward to push them over.

Next thing I knew was a shout rang through my ears and then a flash of red lightning entered my vision. Before I could even have the slightest time to react, a wand was prodded roughly into my chest.

CRUCIO!!

The word rang throughout the room and my head as an "oh shit" feeling washed completely over me. All I could think about and hear was that one word as I felt the color drain from my face rapidly.

Next thing I knew, it felt like I'd gotten hit straight in the chest by a transfer truck, going flying back through the air. I hit the ground hard with a yell, skidding, then the pain set in. White hot knives seared my very veins and claws pulled my muscles apart into strings. Hot lava washed over me and rocks pounded into my head. I fell over, my hands pulling at my hair as a gutteral, inhuman shriek erupted from the core of my throat, making my voice already start to leave me from the very beginning of it. Surely someone must have heard that and was now on their way to help. However, I didn't realize it was too late until I felt myself falling, falling downward. Then CRACK....

[skyrigel]

People have the audacity to say they weren't fucking.