#Kings crossing

[braveclementine]

Chapter 7

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (Please keep note of the warnings).

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.

The house in question was a small one, that was still abandoned with a FOR SALE sign in the front yard. I slipped into the house using Alohomora, and then headed upstairs to the bedroom. The furniture had all been moved out, so I simply used the few blankets I had to make a small bed for Remus. He looked adorable, all trundled up in the blankets. 

I sat on the floor and cried. The stress of everything that I had gone through caught up to me. I couldn't sleep, consistently having nightmares about the dungeons. I worried about Severus and I also worried about Lucius. 

I hoped that Severus  made him the potion quickly and I hoped that Lucius was able to recover in time. I knew from the little research that I had done, that the potion usually took effect in less than forty-eight hours. That was promising. It just depended on how fast Severus could get the ingredients. 

I tried not to focus to much on the rapes. I wasn't sure if the ability to focus on other things like taking care of Remus or planning out the future was a good thing or a bad thing. Did it mean I wasn't coping with it and pushing it away until it became detrimental? Or did it just mean I was strong enough to move past it? 

Somehow, I felt I was moving past it, too easily. Which probably meant that I was dealing with it the wrong way. 

It took Trang three days to show up on my doorstep. When she slipped into the house, she gave me a heart attack as she called out my name. I pointed my wand in her face unapologetically. "When did you find out I was a witch?" 

"Technically, I didn't know you were a witch until we were in the summer of our fourteenth birthdays." Trang rattled off quickly. "However, I knew something was fantasy like in your family when I was on a camping trip with my family and I watched your father turn into a werewolf." 

I sighed in relief, pulling her into a hug. She hugged me back tightly and we went back upstairs. 

She had packed everything I'd left behind at the Burrow, which also contained books and journals. I had notes on the upcoming year. Dates and timelines so I knew when I needed to start brewing the Felix Felicis potion for Dad, Tonks, and several of the others. 

We moved house after that, leaving the small one behind. We found a house that was for rent near Kings Cross. We paid for only a month since that was how long we were going to be there. Since it was already complete with furniture and the likes, we didn't need to worry about that. 

I was the one who paid for the house while Trang and Remus waited around the corner. It was only after the real estate agent had left, did Trang come around the corner with Remus in her arms. 

We had already agreed that I needed to be the one to do things, but not have Remus with me. Me, a natural Brit was perfectly fine. Especially since I looked and acted older than my real age. But if I had Remus with me, there would be questions and curiosity around me. A single teenage girl with a baby? 

And Trang was out of the question since she was definitely looked like a foreigner. Vietnamese, living in Britain, with a mix of Vietnamese- British- American accent combined. She would stand out too. 

We settled into the new house in comfort. We kept the doors and windows locked with alarms on every single ones. They were special wizarding alarms that would sound only inside the house, not outside so the Muggles weren't alerted. The only people that needed to be warned of intruders were us. 

It was actually a nice month. I would go out and get the groceries- once again by myself- and then we would cook and eat in the kitchen. We could watch movies on the telly. Read books upstairs in the bed. There was a crib so Remus had a comfortable place to sleep. 

There was also a park nearby and every few days we would walk down there together with Remus and we'd take turns pushing him in the baby swings. If anybody ever inquired about us, I would say that he was my baby brother and that me and my friend were taking him out. 

There was never anyone suspicious around the park. It was always families with children. And unless the Death Eaters were taking Polyjuice Potion to be a child too (which I couldn't see), we were perfectly safe here. 

It wasn't until about three days before we were going to leave for Hogwarts did Trang and I finally discuss the plan. 

"I was thinking," Trang said as we sat on the bed. I had been reading a Stephen King book while eating Salt and Vinegar crisps with tea. She had been sketching a little in a notepad, but was taking a break. Remus was already fast asleep in the room, so the lights were dim and the curtains were pulled. "We could make our way to Vietnam. I have family there. I haven't met them, but we've contacted through letters over the years. We could stay there until the war is over." 

"If that's what you would like to do, I won't stop you." I said softly, closing the book over my finger, holding my spot. "But I have to go to Hogwarts Trang." 

I hesitated and she waited. "I. . . There are things there that I need. Potion ingredients and, well, most importantly. . . Severus. I need to make more Felix Felicis." 

"For the war?" Trang questioned carefully. 

"For people I love who die in the war." I whispered softly. "It's. . . Trang this battle. This war if that's what we want to call it. . . I am going to lose everyone if I don't do something about it. Dad, Tonks, Fred, friends, and especially Severus. And his life will be the hardest to save." 

"Elizabeth. . . why didn't you tell me?" Trang asked softly. 

"Because I didn't want to ruin your summer, ruin the wedding." I sighed. "Because even Dad and Tonks and Severus don't know. I could never tell them. I have plans. Dad, Tonks, and Fred are the easiest to save. Give them some Felix Felicis and they should be fine. Maybe stun them and throw them in some broom closest just for safe measure. But Severus. . ." 

I trailed off, thinking over Severus' death. The window period between Nagini biting him and me being able to save him was small. I knew it was pertinent to the future that Voldemort had to believe Severus was dead. 

So I had Felix Felicis, which I could shove down his throat and hope that luck would be enough to save him. I had Fawkes, which meant that while Severus was swallowing the luck potion, his tears would be healing him. And I had a special rune knife that I was going to use to carve runes into his neck and heart. 

I shook my head, "Anyways, I have to go to Hogwarts. But I understand if you want to part ways from here." 

"Lizzy." Trang sighed, taking my hand into hers. "I'm with you till the end of the line." 

And that was the end of that. 

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"Okay, you ready?" Trang asked, looking at the packed trunks along with the basket. 

"No, but we need to go." I sighed, cuddling Remus close. "Come on. Before it gets to crowded." 

We made sure we had packed up everything that we had brought with us, and then exited the house for the last time. 

It was a dreary day out, so no one was going to look twice at us with our hoods pulled up over our heads. 

The plan was clear and simple: Trang would get on the train, accompanied by a cat. She would keep her luggage with her, which would contain a wicker basket that had been poked with three hundred and fourteen holes so that Remus could breathe safely. 

She would find an empty compartment- easy since we would be there earlier than most other people- and pull the shade down. I would transform back and hold Remus in my arms. The door would be stuck for three seconds, giving me enough time to put Remus back in the basket and curl up on top of the lid as a cat before anyone came in. 

I kept Remus in my arms until the last second, before Trang looked around discreetly. I kissed Remus' forehead, placing him gently into the basket. 

"Let's make this quick." I warned Trang, before putting the lid down, turning into a cat, and jumped on top of it. 

Trang walked briskly through the station, looking like a woman on a mission. She got half a dozen side-eye glances. Perhaps partly from her having a cat as part of her luggage, or perhaps because she wasn't native British- in their minds- like the others around them. But no one paid close enough attention to her to make me nervous. 

She paused near the platform, going and leaning on the wall, falling backwards through platform 9 3/4, before pulling the rest of the trolley through. 

The platform was nearly empty, devoid of most anyone except for a couple of extremely nervous, early bird first years and a few older students who had badges on their chests. So prefects and Head boys and girls. 

Trang was quick in leaving the trolley out there, picking up the basket, which I leapt off of. I padded after her as she found a compartment near one of the many exit doors of the train. Once inside, I immediately became human again, scooping Remus up out of the basket. I checked him over, fawning and fretting, but he was perfectly fine, having a little tired smile for me. 

"It's okay sweetheart." I murmured, holding him close to me. "We're going to be okay. You're going to get to see daddy soon." 

Trang tapped a code on the door quickly, before slipping back in, this time with her luggage. Then she tapped the compartment door with her wand so that we could see out of it, but no one could see in- like a two way mirror. 

Trang slumped in her seat, exhausted. Neither of us had gotten much sleep over the worry of the planning. 

I hid in the beginning once again as the Trolley witch came around. Trang bought lots of milk chocolate frogs, licorice, and Sour Crawley animals (sour sugared coloured animals that moved!) along with four flasks of pumpkin juice. 

When the witch had gone, I dug into the Crawley animals, unceremoniously decapitating an elephant as I bit the gummy in half. Trang meanwhile, snapped a chocolate frog in half and stuck a piece of it in her mouth to suck on it. 

Halfway through the ride, Ginny came into the compartment. She was relieved to see us and we all hugged. I shared parts of the story of me being in the Death Eaters mansion, but I couldn't bring myself to tell them about the rapes, not even when I'd promised Lucius I would spread the story about him. I just couldn't.

Susan Bones and Ernie Macmillan found us soon too, though more near the end of the train ride. 

"Look." I said as the train started to slow down and the others were starting to gather our luggage. "I'm not. . . here to attend school. I have some things I need to get and then I'm gone. I just need some help getting into the castle. And, well it would obviously be great if no one but the four of you know that I was ever here." 

"Of course. Just tell us what we need to do." Ernie said seriously. 

"Well, the first step is getting to the castle." I said. "I have a way of doing that. But we'll need the carriage to ourselves." 

"Done." Ernie said, puffing his chest out with the Headboy badge on it. I bit my bottom lip so I didn't giggle. 

"Let me carry Remus." Ginny offered, holding her arms out. She didn't have much luggage and since I would be an animal, she was the best person to do it. I carefully handed the basket over to her. She propped the lid up an inch, her fingers pressed against the back so it wouldn't slide off. 

"Great." I murmured. "Ernie, you lead the way." 

I shrunk down into a cat and allowed Trang to carry me. 

Once we were safely in the carriage, I turned back to being human. Susan and Ernie both gave verbal exclamations at me being an Animagus. 

All to soon, we were nearing the castle. My heart started to pound in my chest and I was shaking with nerves. This was ridiculously dangerous. But it was also the only way. 

"Okay." Trang said, her voice shaking as the carriage rolled to a stop. "Let's go." 

I slipped Remus into the basket once more and turned into a cat. They walked briskly up the steps and then stepped into the hallway. It was more crowded in here as the students walked in streams up towards the Great Hall to eat. 

Trang put her luggage to the side with everyone else and then took the basket that contained Remus from Ginny's hands. 

"Good luck." Susan whispered before the three of them hurried off to the Great Hall with the others. 

It took Trang a good five minutes of rushing to the seventh floor, leaving the basket and me outside the door, and then rushed off again without a single word. I hoped that she made it to Great Hall without the Carrow siblings noticing that she was a little late getting in. 

I paced back and forth three times, before the Room of Requirement became the art studio that I had asked for. Stepping into the room, I paused, taking in the new additions. 

The art room had always been large and spacious. There were several desks and tables that were large enough for several students to occupy, four chairs around each table, regardless of the size. 

Along one wall were metal carts that held tubs of art supplies, all of them neatly named. There was every colour of every art supplies imaginable as well. Art easels were propped up against the wall under the large windows that were filled with smooth glass stained art prints. 

There was a ladder that led up to the second floor balcony, which held books about art and just books that I generally enjoyed. There were also famous art pieces up here, though I wasn't sure to much if they were just copies or the real deal. 

Now, the room had extended even further back and along the bare wall, there was a new line of bookcases. They were filled with books that I had only seen in passing but had never touched: Dumbledore's private library. 

I breathed in shakily, walking over to the bookcase, observing the books. Some of the texts were obviously very old, and probably rare. Perhaps even collectors' items. And he'd left them for me. 

I smiled a little. 

I went ahead, settling up in the loft, waiting. I knew that it would be nearly two hours if Trang could get Severus to talk to her without raising suspicions. And if she couldn't, then it would be some time before Severus even knew that I was here. 

I was trembling in anticipation, my body seemed very cold all of a sudden, shivering in the air. I clenched my jaw as my teeth started to chatter, the sound grating on my already thin nerves. 

Finally, the door to the art studio opened. Trang opened the door and Severus darted through. I quickly sprung to my feet, carefully climbing down the ladder. But the time my foot had hit the floor and I was turning around, Severus was there, wrapping his arms around me. My back pressed against the ladder and I received his kiss eagerly. 

Remus let out a stifled cry, as he was being smushed between the two of us and Severus quickly pulled away, light filling his eyes. "He's gotten so big!" 

I quickly handed Remus over to his father and Severus held our little boy close. "Hello buddy." He murmured softly against Remus' hair. Remus was already fast asleep and Trang was nowhere to be seen. 

"Are you staying here?" Severus asked, motioning around the art studio. 

I shook my head, "No. I came to stay with you." 

Severus hesitated. "That's risky Elizabeth. And I'm not sure if I can risk it with you. . . especially with Remus here." 

"Severus, I wouldn't have come here if I had any other choice." I murmured. "I have. . . plans I need to do. Like starting up the Felix Felicis potion. I'm here to save lives and I need your potions expertise. Believe me, Severus, if I didn't have to risk Remus, I wouldn't have." 

Severus nodded, cupping my face and kissing the corner of my lip. "I know. I know. I missed you. I love you." 

I smiled, taking his hand. "I love you too." 

I turned into a cat and then Severus put Remus back into the basket. The two of us walked briskly back to the Headmasters headquarters, where he said the password, 'Dark Lord' and the Eagle sprung aside. If I had been human, I would have rolled my eyes. 

The Headmasters office hadn't changed much, besides the private library being moved. Severus had put in his own library, which I'm sure contained hundreds of Dark Arts books. The portraits were mostly sleeping, though I'm sure one or two were awake. And as such, I waited until Severus headed past the desk and down the hall that I became human. 

Severus opened the door to another room and I stepped inside, pausing to take a look at the room. 

The floor was carpeted with a red and gold threaded carpet. It had been grand once, but had faded from the sun that clearly came in through the two large windows on either side of the bed. At the moment, the windows were covered with matching red drapes. 

The bed was a king sized bed made of African Blackwood. The sheets were neatly white and made of cotton. The drapes that hung around were gold and black, along with the matching comforter. The rest of the furniture in the room from the dressers and wardrobe to the chairs were also made of African Blackwood. 

"Not what you were expecting?" Severus asked, locking the door behind the two of us. He walked over, grabbing one of the chairs and tapped it, creating a crib out of it. He conjured blue blankets and a pillow for Remus. 

"Here." I murmured, kneeling and rooting through the basket, taking out the Panda stuffed animal. "He can't sleep without it." 

Severus tucked the Panda stuffy in with Remus, and then watched his son sleep, the small fingers curling around the body of the animal. He eventually pulled away, coming to sit down next to me. 

"We're going to have to establish some rules." Severus murmured. "You cannot leave this room, Elizabeth. It's to dangerous for you to wander the castle, even as an animal. Please?" 

I hesitated. I had plans that tomorrow I would show up in the forest by the Quidditch cup so that I could give Harry, Hermione, and Ron a parcel of food. 

Severus read the hesitancy in my face and his eyes grew desperate. 

"It's just. . . I can still see the future Severus." I murmured. "And I was going to leave tomorrow for a few hours to help out Harry and the others. Trang is going to help me. I'll be okay." 

"Only been together for less than an hour and you're already pushing my rules." Severus sighed, tucking a curl of brown hair behind my ear. "I ought to punish you." 

I blushed red and he sighed, shaking his head. But he had the smallest smile on his face. "You'll be safe?" 

"Of course." 

"Fine." Severus muttered. 

I smiled, relaxing in his arms. "Hey Sev? How's Lucius? Is he alright? V- The Dark Lord didn't. . ." 

"Lucius is perfectly fine." Severus assured me. "He's been taking his potion and he's completely cured. I've set up a timeline and a schedule along with several bottles for him to continue taking. I'll make more here and when I visit, I will bring them with me." 

"Good. I feel absolutely terrible for him." I murmured. "To wake up and find that you've done a terrible thing that you didn't want to do. . . I can't even imagine." 

Severus' arms tightened around me and I knew that it was a sign that I needed to change the subject. 

"I love you." I murmured. 

Severus relaxed against me, pulling me up more in his arms. He kissed the side of my temple. "I love you too." 

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[xxvioletinexx]

I got a heavy metal mouth, it hurls obscenity

And I get my check from the trash treasury

Because I took my own insides out

[captainpirateface]

My Heroes. 🖤

My heart music... ❤️

[zanephillips]

LINCOLN YOUNES Last King of the Cross #1.08

[riuhere]

They are constantly on my mind 24/7. I literally can't get them OuT of my hEad-

...Yup... I'm screwed-

Triad Au belongs to @novelcain

Vault Hunters AU & Eternal Servants AU belongs to @emelinstriker

Twice As Bad AU & Monster Boyfriend belongs to @semisolidmind

Bone King Au belongs to @ninjasmudge

Cross belongs to @jakei95

[spudcat]

i imagine he was a decent father to the children he did keep

[ri-afan]

*video starts and the mood is somber. There’s a black-haired guy sitting at a desk facing the camera with his hands folded together on the desk and his eyes trained in the lens*

“Hello. If this video has reached you, then that can only mean one thing: I have died.”

*there’s a tense moment of silence before someone snorts offscreen, then everyone’s laughing*

“God, Danny, what the hell??” A tired feminine voice exclaims.

A male voice pipes up offscreen. “Come on, Jazz, that was hilarious!”

“I knew we shouldn’t have let him write the script!” A purple stuffed animal flies quickly into the shot where the first guy is laughing with his head on the desk and it bounces off his head and out of the shot again.

“Aw, but that wouldn’t be fair, Sam, would it? It’s my reveal video.”

“How many puns did you fit in it?” The second voice asks, sounding distinctly gleeful.

“At least twelve, depending on how you count puns that can go both ways,” the guy on screen says as he wiggles an eyebrow to the camera lens, which sets off the second guy’s laughter again.

There’s a couple sighs heard and the first gal’s voice is heard closer as the camera moves. In the background you can hear the guy laughing on the floor about a blooper reel before complaining about steel toed boots. “Okay, we’ll try this again, little brother. Next time don’t—” the video cuts out

[gellavonhamster]

One Piece + Tumblr text posts, 1/?

[bethanydelleman]

I was talking about a historical male author I dislike because I found his works misogynistic and the person said, "Oh, well I suppose you don't read Shakespeare either." and I was like, "Shakespeare? SHAKESPEARE?!?! Of course I read Shakespeare, that man loved women."

Shakespeare wrote a wide variety of fleshed out female characters. He wrote Damsels in Distress, Cross-dressing Girlbosses, and Complex Female Villains. He wrote a woman who refused to sell her virtue to save her family and then shamed her brother for suggesting it. He wrote Taming of the Shrew and it's opposite, All's Well that Ends Well, in which the wife hunts down and tames the husband. He wrote men who are good because they listen to, trust, and defend women. He wrote women of all kinds. He wrote women who drive the plot and women doomed by the narrative. He wrote women in love and women who pathetically follow a man who doesn't like them and women in hatred. He wrote sensible women and silly women and everything in between of all ages.

I wish modern authors could write women as well as he did.

[judge-tenderly]

okay let’s do a for and against on how likely it is charles will die before he’s been king for a year

against

he was coronated on the 16th of may, we’re in feb now. it’s unlikely he won’t get another 6 months at least because

he has access to the best medical care in the world. no way this wasn’t discovered immediately - giving him the best chance of success

for

hes sooooo old

trisha paytas’s baby is due in may. may has 31 days meaning it’s pretty much an even split chance that she’ll give birth before the 16th

centuries of incest doesn’t just make you ugly, it also SERIOUSLY fucks your health. the best doctors in the world can’t fix genetics that battered

the press don’t know shit. if it were just a melanoma that could be easily cut out the palace would have said so

if manifesting is at all real he’s fucked

[braveclementine]

Chapter 33

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

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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𝕸𝖞 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖓𝖐𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 packed, Sadie was in her cage, my stuff was being taken out to the train. However, my body was outside of Severus' office door and I knocked.

"Since when do you have to knock to come in?" He said as he opened the door. "Come in."

I came in and then sat on his bed. "Sev, I-"

He pressed his lips to mine and said, "I'm glad you can walk."

"I took so many things for granted." I whispered. "I'm not going to do that anymore." I kissed him back.

"You're going home?" Severus asked, cupping my chin in his hand.

"Yes." I said. "But I know where you live so I'll come visit. . . only if you want of course."

Severus hesitated. "I know the Dark Lord's sending Wormtail in as a sort of. . . helper."

I nodded, "It's a good thing I'm not human then." I turned into a cat and kneaded his knee with my paw. He laughed.

"Very well then." He said, picking me up under my front legs, letting my back legs dangle. I glared at him. "Hmm. . . you need a name. Like-" He could barely keep his face straight. "Mittens."

I hissed and turned back into a human and he collapsed under my weight and we were both laying on the floor. "Call me mittens again." I growled threateningly.

"Ooh scary." he muttered, holding my face in his hands.

I hissed again.

He grinned and pulled my head down so that he could kiss me again. "Your father's going to let you come to my house?"

"Well." I said, kissing his neck. "He's going to be in and out a bit and I highly doubt Trang's parents are going to let me hang out for her so what else was I going to do over the summer? Homework?"

He snorted, "You probably have your homework done already, don't you?"

I grinned. "Almost."

He rolled his eyes. "You're going to be late for the train."

"Good thing I can run now." I said, getting up off of him. "Love you Sev."

"Love you more Elizabeth." He said unexpectedly and pressed his lips to mine again with a ferocity unmatched by mine.

And then I was spinning out of his room and headed out of the classroom and hurried up the stairs and down the corridor, past room eleven and then paused and entered the classroom.

Firenze was pacing around, looking up at the trees with a sort of sadness in his eyes. "Elizabeth Kane." he greeted me mournfully as saw me.

"Hey, I just wanted to say good-bye." I said softly. "And I also wanted to tell you I'm sorry. . . again."

Firenze was silent for a moment and then said, "I heard you possibly saved Magorian's life."

I hesitated. "Well I couldn't let that foul Umbridge woman hurt him like that. . . and a selfish part of me hoped they'd let me into the forest if I showed that I was willing to die for them and an unselfish part of me hoped that. . . well that they'd let you back into the herd as well."

"Dumbledore told me that Ronan and Ivagio were advocating on my behalf." Firenze said. "I don't think Bane will back off though."

"No." I said sadly. "Probably not. I just wish I could make things better for you."

Firenze smiled at me and said, "Come back next year and show me your archery skills Elizabeth Kane."

"I will." I said, giving him a smile and then ran over to him and hugged him, "Take care Firenze." I kissed his cheek.

"Good-bye Elizabeth Kane." Firenze said, smiling, and then, to my utmost surprise, he kissed my cheek back before trotting off into the fake forest without looking back. I regained my sense of sanity and then left the room, sprinting down the castle stairs, taking them three at a time, so that I could make it to the carriages on time.

I caught a carriage with Ernie, Susan, Hannah, and Terry. I noticed that Ernie and Susan seemed much closer now and I wondered if they were dating yet. Then I wondered if by telling them about the future would mean that it could potentially change.

I twisted the ring on my own hand, watching the thestrals in front pull the carriage, their hooves moving in synchronized motion. As we got out, I saw Ernie paused to look at them.

"You can see them now?" I asked softly.

Ernie nodded. "I am sorry that you lost your Godfather Elizabeth."

"Me too." Susan said, coming up behind me and putting a hand on my shoulder. "I wish things had turned out different."

I shook my head, "At least we're all safe. That's what- that's what he would have wanted. Come on." We walked to the train and found a carriage to ourselves, Justin and Anthony joining us in the compartment.

"Congratulations on healing Elizabeth." Anthony said, sounding a bit put out. According to Susan, Anthony wished he'd been able to go to the Ministry with us. He seemed to have thought of it as a sort of testing of his skills.

"Thanks Anthony." I said, sitting down. Suddenly, I saw Harry walk by and then Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle met him and they attacked Harry. All of us rushed out and used a variety of spells and hexes and jinxes. Anthony looked like he was enjoying himself very much and I rolled my eyes as I sent a tickling hex at Draco.

When we were done, we had three very large and ugly slugs squeezed into Hogwarts uniforms. One of them- Malfoy most likely- was wheezing with laughter. Harry, Justin, and Ernie hoisted them into the luggage rack and left them there.

"I must say, I'm looking forward to seeing Malfoy's mother's face when he gets off the train." Ernie said with satisfaction, watching Malfoy ooze helplessly. I knew Ernie was still sour about Malfoy docking points from him.

"Goyle's mum'll be really pleased." Ron said, coming up the train corridor. "He's loads better looking now. . . Anyway, Harry, Eliza, the food trolley's just stopped if you want anything. . ."

Harry thanked us and went back with Ron but I said that I would be hanging out with the others. It was time to start acting like a true Hufflepuff- I didn't say that out-loud though.

Ernie, Susan, and I answered the others questions about what had happened at the Ministry and they were amused that I'd fought four on one and survive to tell the tale. Anthony was starting get extremely agitated.

"Of course Elizabeth was the best." Susan said. "Everyone else was hurt and it was just her and Harry and Neville."

"Neville?" Hannah asked with a bit of interest, "Really?"

I caught Ernie's eyes and we quickly looked away. "Ernie came in to fight too." I pointed out.

"Didn't do much good though." Ernie said rubbing his eyes. "But I admit, when the adrenaline starts pumping. . . really a shame you weren't there Anthony."

Anthony was gritting his teeth and looking excited at the same time and we all laughed, including Anthony.

"I would've liked a go at Goyle's dad." Anthony said, punching a fist into his hand.

"Eh." I said, "You don't want a target on your back for the Slytherins' to attack."

"Do you think Harry will continue D.A. meetings next year?" Hannah asked with interest.

"I don't think so." I said. "Because it was mostly just to rub it into Umbridge's face."

"That's a shame." Terry piped up. "I liked learning from Harry. He's a good teacher."

"I'll try and convince him to continue the club." I said thoughtfully. "A lot of his spells came in handy at the Ministry. Or maybe I'll continue the club without him."

When the train stopped, we pulled out our luggage and left Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle up in the luggage racks and made our way off the train and onto the platform. The crossing guard let Ernie, Susan, and I through and I waved good-bye as they went to meet their parents.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron were already on the platform and I was surprised, though I shouldn't have been, to see Fred and George there.

"Elizabeth!" Fred roared, pulling me up into a hug and swinging me around in a circle. "I see you're using your legs!"

I stuck my tongue out at him. "Of course I am!"

"Hi Elizabeth!" Tonks said brightly, her short pink hair gleaming in the sun. She was wearing patched jeans and a purple T-shirt and looked like she should be a rock concert.

"Did you come from a concert?" I asked, amused as she gave me a hug too.

"Nah, but I like the look." Tonks said and glanced briefly over at Dad who was shaking Harry's hand.

Uncle Moody nodded to me. I could see Mr. Weasley talking to Hermione's parents and Mrs. Weasley was greeting Ron and Ginny.

I also caught sight of my Uncle, Aunt, and Cousin standing far away and looking horrified about the group of people who had greeted Harry. I caught my Aunt's eye and we stared at each other for a moment and then she looked away. She didn't look as embarrassed now and instead looked rather sad.

I sucked in my cheeks. Harry said they were horrible people, but if I looked like mum, and she looked sad when she looked at me, then there must be a part of her that missed her sister. There just had to be.

"I dunno if that's a good idea." I heard Harry say and I turned to see who he was talking to- which was Dad.

"Oh, I think it is." Uncle Moody growled. "That'll be them, will it, Potter?" He jerked his finger towards the Weasleys.

Uncle Moody, Mr. Weasley, Dad, Tonks, Harry, and Hermione started walking towards the Dursleys and I quickly joined them.

"Good afternoon, you might remember me, my name's Arthur Weasley." Mr. Weasley said, coming to a halt right in front of Uncle Vernon. "We thought we'd just have a few words with you about Harry."

"Yeah. About how he's treated when he's at your place." Uncle Moody growled, leaning on his wooden staff.

Uncle Vernon, looked at Uncle Moody who's bowler hat was covering up his magical eye. "I am not aware that it is any of your business what goes on in my house-"

"I expect what you're not aware of would fill several books, Dursley." Uncle Moody growled and I smiled.

"Anyway, that's not the point!" Tonks interjected and I noticed that Aunt Petunia closed her eyes whenever her eyes met Tonks' hair. "The point is, if we find out you've been horrible to Harry-"

"-and make no mistake, we'll hear about it." Dad said pleasantly, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Yes, even if you won't let Harry use the fellytone-" Mr. Weasley said cheerfully.

"Telephone." Hermione and I hissed.

"Yeah, if we get any hint that Potter's been mistreated in any way, you'll have us to answer to." Uncle Moody said.

"Are you threatening me, sir?" Uncle Vernon bellowed so that many people turned to look at him.

"Yes, I am." Uncle Moody said, sounding so pleased that I giggled, covering my mouth quickly.

"And do I look like the kind of man who can be intimidated?" Uncle Vernon barked at Uncle Moody.

"Well. . ." Uncle Moody said, pushing his bowler hat up so that Uncle Vernon could see his magical eye. Uncle Vernon leapt backward and collided with a luggage trolley. "Yes, I'd have to say you do, Dursley." Then, Uncle Moody turned to Harry and said, "So, Potter. . . give us a shout if you need us though I'm sure my niece here will let us know beforehand. If we don't hear from you for three days in a row, we'll send someone along. . ."

It was the first time that he'd called me his niece and I was so pleased that I was positively radiating with happiness and Uncle Moody chuckled. "Don't know why you're so happy Kane." Then he turned to Harry. "Bye then, Potter." Uncle Moody said, grasping Harry's shoulder for a moment with a gnarled hand.

"Take care, Harry. Keep in touch." Dad said, shaking hands with Harry.

"Harry, we'll have you away from there as soon as we can." Mrs. Weasley whispered, though not quiet enough as Uncle Vernon's face turned purple.

"We'll see you soon, mate." Ron said anxiously, shaking Harry's hand and I grinned, thinking of how much Ron reminded me of Percy at that moment.

"Really soon, Harry. We promise." Hermione said earnestly.

I threw my arms around Harry. "It's going to be hard, I know. But I love you brother. A lot. I'll see you at the Weasleys soon I reckon."

Harry gripped my back tightly and I thought that he might've been crying. "Bye Elizabeth." He whispered and pulled away and turned from us and went to join his family.

Dad put an arm around me and then we walked out of the train station and words played through my head as though it were a song. I'd never heard the words or the tune before but they were comforting and I kept them playing over and over.

And I can't make you stay But sometimes going ain't a choice And every choice you make is one that you didn't avoid

Crash the whip and ditch the car, burn a bridge, follow the stars You'll find the monsters in the dark, but nothing's worth it till it's hard Sometimes it's hard to see things clear, through your tears But anywhere is way better than here, fight your fears

⬅️��️

[starry-bi-sky]

“Your brother is adorable.” The cashier cooed at Danny, peering over the counter with a smile. “What’s his name?”

Danny looked down to the surly, scowling little de-aged Batman currently holding onto his hand, glaring up at the cashier with bright blue eyes.

Things had already been bad enough when he’d gotten caught in a fight in Gotham, but things went from bad to worse when a magician had hit Batman with a de-aging spell and then shoved them through a portal.

Into a different fucking dimension.

Because of course neither of their lives could be easy. And now the two of them were stuck in Iowa in the middle of nowhere, at a truck stop gas station, trying to go on a cross-country roadtrip to reach the nearest hero city and get home.

He looked up and smiled awkwardly, trying to come up with a name off the top of his head — one of the heroes called Batman ‘B’ when he got hit right? B for Batman, right. B… B… Bee… Bees.

“Buzz.” He said, and tried not to grimace as the cashier’s face warped with surprise. “Like the astronaut.”

This was gonna be a long trip.

[lidiabob]

this song does something to me

[darknanigans]

my favorite thing that ultrakill artists do

inspired by @mxmade-up

[lowpolyanimals]

K.K. Slider from Animal Crossing: Wild World

[illustratus]

A rare Mediaeval Sword taken from the Mamluk Arsenal at Alexandria during the last Crusade in the second half of the 14th Century

This sword was given as a gift to the Mamluk rulers of Alexandria by the Christian ruler of Cyprus and Jerusalem, King Peter I as part of a gift sealing a treaty. The sword was then forcibly taken back into Christian hands during the last Crusade's victory over the city of Alexandria. Consequently the sword symbolises the history of the time when Christians and Muslims fought for dominance in the eastern Mediterranean.

King Peter I, the King of Cyprus and Jerusalem, launched the last Crusade in 1362 against the Muslim Mamluk Empire in the region. A fleet set out from Cyprus and proved victorious, taking the city of Alexandria with immense amounts of plunder returned to Cyprus, including this sword. Such was the treasure and weapons taken from the captured city that many of the overloaded ships had to jettison cargo.

David Williams, Head of Bonhams Antique Arms and Armour Department, says: "The fascination of this sword is that it has survived some six centuries having been gifted by a Christian King to a Muslim ruler and kept in the famed Alexandrian armoury and then taken by force by Crusaders and returned to Europe. It is a remarkable survivor of the Crusader period."