#Scabior x reader

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Imagine working with snatchers while being Scabior’s partner:

Soon the work was not expected. Everything was quiet all around. The snatchers were waiting for any profit in some old dirty pub, and you were spending time with Scabior, dismissively watching your men argue over something again; the boring wait was getting more intolerable by the second.

“Hey, princess,” he whispers right in your ear, standing behind you, “In your opinion, if we disappear from here for, let’s say, a hour, will this morons notice that?” 

Your lips pull into a slight smirk as you turn around a bit to close your face to his.

“Guess there’s only one way to find out, huh?”

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All Of Me (Scabior x reader) (Song Fic)

Summary: You and Scabior have had an on-and-off relationship for a while. You decided you were off for good now. But will the snatcher convince you to get back with him this time? For @becaamm Valentine’s day challenge. Song: All Of Me Prompt: “I love you.” “I know.” Word Count: 1506 Warnings: Kind of abusive relationship, mentions of stalking, fluff A/N: Here’s the guitar version of the song that I used for this fic. It’s more fitting than piano, considering you don’t usually have pianos in the woods...

“Look, love, I even learnt one of them muggle songs I know you like!” Scabior insisted and summoned the old black guitar from inside his tent. “I don’t want to hear it, I just want to leave,” you whined, desperate for the snatcher to lift the anti-apparition spell he’d put up around the camp. He was a downright bitch when he was determined to do something. And now he was determined to get you to forgive him for yelling at you earlier. But you didn’t want to forgive him, you were so done with his temper. The second you got close to trusting him again he always went and ruined it.

“No, you gotta listen, I learnt it for you!” he insisted and started playing. When you heard what song it was you wanted to cry. How could he do this to you? His long fingers were picking at the guitar strings expertly, despite not having played in ages. His stag ring glistened and reflected the bonfire over which you and the whole band of snatchers had previously cooked dinner. The mood had been tense and everyone except you and Scabior had left as soon as they were done. The snatchers had the benefit of knowing their way in the forest expertly. You didn’t. So if you couldn’t apparate, you were stuck there with Scabior. Then he started singing.

“What would I do without your smart mouth? Drawing me in, and you kicking me out,” he sang, his singing voice raspy, but gorgeous. “I wish I could kick you out,” you muttered and crossed your arms. “You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down.” “Really? You pinned me down pretty good when you hit me.” “What's going on in that beautiful mind? I'm on your magical mystery ride.” “I��m not mysterious, I only want to get away from you.” “And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright.” “You’ll be alright, oh that’s rich.”

“My head's under water, but I'm breathing fine, you're crazy and I'm out of my mind…” “Yes, yes you are! Stop this!” you whined and felt tears prickle in your eyes. His singing was already taking you over and you hated it.

“'Cause all of me, loves all of you. love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections… Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you, you're my end and my beginning, even when I lose I'm winning… 'Cause I give you all of me, and you give me all of you, oh oh.”

“Whatever you might feel for me, is not love! It’s a weird, freaky obsession! Greyback told me all about it!” you burst out. Greyback had described to you in detail how freaky Scabior was when he talked about you. He could go on for hours about how your hair smelled or how your skin felt when he touched you. When he hadn’t seen you for a while he would get agitated and angry, and wouldn’t be satisfied until he had tracked you down and watched you from afar for a while.

“How many times do I have to tell you, even when you're crying you're beautiful too.” “Yeah you’d know that wouldn’t you?” “The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood.” “Because you’re a stalker.” “You're my downfall, you're my muse, my worst distraction, my rhythm and blues… I can't stop singing, it's ringing, in my head for you.” He was crazy. He was absolutely batshit insane and you were falling for it again. He was just so beautiful and enticing...

“My head's under water but I'm breathing fine… You're crazy and I'm out of my mind… 'Cause all of me loves all of you, love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections… Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you… You're my end and my beginning, even when I lose I'm winning… 'Cause I give you all of me, and you give me all of you, oh oh.”

By now you were letting the tears fall freely. You couldn’t stop them. Maybe you could make this work. He had improved after all… Maybe you could give him one last chance...

“Give me all of you… Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts… Risking it all, though it's hard...”

Could you risk it for him? Loving him was like taking a stunning spell to your brain. But he was just so… mesmerising. Infatuating. Enthralling.

“'Cause all of me loves all of you… Love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections… Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you… You're my end and my beginning, even when I lose I'm winning... 'Cause I give you all of me, and you give me all of you… I give you all of me, and you give me all of you, oh oh…”

Scabior put the guitar down and looked at you. “‘Ow was that?” he asked and clasped his hands together. You shook your head and wiped your eyes. “You’re good,” you admitted in a slightly broken voice. Scabior got off the log he was sitting on and came to sit in front of you on the ragged blanket.

“I’m not gonna be without you again. I love you,” he said seriously. “I know. And that’s the problem,” you replied, and Scabior looked at you with those icy blue eyes. He was trying to comprehend what the hell you were saying.

“What d’you mean that’s the fuckin’ problem?” “The way you love me is the problem. It’s not healthy, it’s not sane, and it terrifies me. I can’t sleep at night because I’m afraid you’re outside my window watching me, I-” “Nah I’m not like that anymore!” he insisted and grabbed your hands. “I’ve changed, love, I want to be better for you!” “Stop,” you sobbed and looked away from him, but his hand came up to your face instantly and stroked your cheek, turning you back to face him.

“I fuckin’ love you, I’ll do anythin’ for you. I swear to you I’ll do better, and I swear I’ve changed. You won’t ever find me outside your window again. And I’ll never snatch the wrong person as an excuse to come by your work again.” “Wait, you did that!?” “No,” he lied sheepishly. “Scabior!” “Once... Twice.” “See!? This is the problem, you’re-” “Not gonna do it again! I’m gonna be good, I’m gonna be so good, I’ll make you proud, you’ll love me, just don’t… don’t fuckin’ leave me again, I can’t… I can’t…” he lost himself in his own rambling as he just wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your hair and smelling you.

It felt so good, and so right, you couldn’t stop yourself from wrapping your arms around his waist, hugging him back with your hands grasping at his leather jacket. You had always found it creepy when he smelled you, but now you did the same thing. Taking a deep breath, you inhaled his strong scent of smoke and sandalwood.

“Okay,” you mumbled into his neck where your face was buried. “I won’t leave. But you don’t have any more chances, you get it?” “Yes, oh Merlin yes I get it, I won’t fuck up this time, I promise,” he assured and started rubbing your back. You could literally feel how he relaxed as soon as you agreed to stay with him. He calmed down in an instant.

“I have to go wash my face,” you excused yourself, pulling out of his grip and leaving him on the blanket. You entered his tent, went into the washroom and washed away the makeup you had smudged by crying. You freshened up and after a pep talk in the mirror, assuring yourself everything was going to be okay, you went back outside. What you saw almost made you gasp. Scabior had conjured up a romantic picnic with candles and sweets and drinks.

“I remember you said you liked Daisyroot Draught,” he said and held up a glass of what looked like very bright pink wine. “I do enjoy that.” You smiled and sat down next to him. He handed you the glass. “Cheers,” he said and held up his own glass of amber liquid. “Still don’t drink anything other than Ogden’s Old, huh?” “Best Firewhisky there is,” he said and you clinked glasses. “Happy Valentine’s day, love.” “Valen- it’s Valentine’s Day?” you asked, surprised. Scabior just nodded. “Since when do you celebrate Valentine’s Day?”

“Since I ‘ave someone worth celebrating it with, of course,” he said matter-of-factly and took a swig of his whisky. “You’re so cheesy for being a big bad snatcher.” “What can I say, love, you bring it out of me,” he said warmly and when you giggled, he leaned in and kissed you. Finally. He had all of you, and you had all of him.

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https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13385338/1/Daisy-Chain Finally managed to get back into writing, check it out if you wanna idk 💕

[queeninthesouth-side]

Self insert oneshot with Bellatrix Lestrange? I'm interested to see what you'd write for that.

so i had to take a few days to think about this one... very bold of me to give bellatrix lestrange as an option to chose from when i don’t think i’ve ever successfully written her before (not for lack of want). i think i’ve gotten somewhere with this though, and hope you like it, anon! 

PS i went with fem reader but let me know if you’d like it with they/them pronouns

“Bullocks.”

Bellatrix Lestrange x FemGreyWitch!Reader

831 words

The shadows in Malfoy Manor were vast and moving as the presence of the Dark Lord saturated the edifice. People and beast moved through the daunting structure like shades through hell. All except for one. Long raven hair, streaked generously with grey and skirts as dark, streaked generously with blood not her own; Bellatrix. The dark witch was the only warlock to move with ease through the suffocation of the Dark Lord’s reign in the manor. She revelled in the depravity found in the dark corners; dreaded the light both metaphorical and literal.

Y/N, a grey witch, watched with the same horror as everyone else when she saw Bellatrix go by in the hallowed halls. She would press to the wallpaper, also dark, and hope to become one with it so as to avoid the feared witch. If only her brother had not vowed her family to his Lord, Y/N might have been spared the horror of being so near. Or, that’s how she felt when she first arrived.

As it was, Y/N happened to owe Bellatrix for a favour the dark witch had done for her. A year into her occupation of the Malfoy Manor, Y/N was very nearly accosted by a band of foot soldiers on the Malfoy grounds. Six wizards, however unskilled they were, outnumbered her too much for Y/N to be confident in any sort of escape. A heavenly blessing in the incongruous form of Bellatrix had appeared as though summoned and had wiped the pristine lawn with the foolhardy wizards. Thus securing Y/N’s debt in her.

It had been a snowball effect after that encounter. Bellatrix would look at Y/N if they passed by each other in the halls. That became solicitous nods, then Bellatrix asking after Y/N’s wellbeing, only ever impersonal small talk (which was frankly more terrifying). It became eating together, and Bellatrix teaching Y/N the odd spell or finding an intriguing book here and there. Y/N, personally, was terrified in every single one of these encounters. She had heard (everyone had) of the insanity that danced behind Bellatrix’s forehead. And with insanity came unpredictability.

“Alrigh’ there, miss?” said one of the more respectful snatchers. Y/N, starved for conversation and pleased to see a familiar face in the endless hallways, smiled.

“Quite well, Scabior. And yourself?”

Scabior was well, he said. Said he found a mouse to keep in his breast pocket for company should there be no charming witches about. Told Y/N about how his mam used to have mice for him and his little sister when they were children. Y/N listened to the stories, not for how compelling they were (for surely tales of Scabior’s childhood were hardly nail-biting thrillers), but for how little she was provided with the opportunity. It was cut slightly short by an enraged shout.

Startled out of the only bit of stimulation she’d gotten in weeks, Y/N turned to see the visage of Bellatrix Lestrange, hair writhing and eyes sparking with magic and fury and power. The witch, relieved of any sense of propriety, charged at Scabior, who’d been resting against the wall near to where Y/N was standing.

“You filthy lout!” Bellatrix screeched. “How dare you speak to her,” continued the ear-splitting screaming.

Y/N had stumbled backward to the floor, her skirts landing around her in a heap and her heart hammering. Bellatrix had her wand pointed to Scabior, who was white as a sheet but trying to calm Paris, his mouse (“Fancy name for a fancy tyke”). Bellatrix, now cackling at the horror on Scabior’s admittedly pretty face and the fear in his lined eyes, began to taunt the wizard with words the Y/N would have never believed to come from the witch.

“You want a piece of my pretty witch! Well! You can’t have her!” she sung in a taunt, her head tilting so far to the right that Y/N thought it might turn all the way around her neck. “You can’t have her!” was the final pronouncement before Scabior was hit with several complex hexes that were sure to be painful to him as she fled down yet another hallway. Bellatrix turned to Y/N, smiling in a syrupy sweet, deranged manner.

“Hop up, pretty witch,” Bella cackled, “You’ll get your dress dirty!”

Y/N leapt to her feet, stumbling only for a moment before meeting the dark eyes trained on her. She gulped at the assessing look on the tormented face.

“No more talking to people! You’re supposed to talk to me,” said Bellatrix, pouting like a child. Something in Y/N’s chest sunk at the statement, knowing somehow that she had been caught by Bellatrix. She’d heard that Bellatrix liked to keep her things close.

“I-”

But Bellatrix had spun on her impressive booted heels and slithered down the marble hall and into a shadow, out of sight and with a departing cackle.

Y/N was grateful to be alone, especially as a quiet “bullocks” left her mouth.

Bellatrix Lestrange had, alarmingly, claimed her.

Again: “Bullocks.”

END

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━━ during the battle of hogwarts blaise had lost sight of you but when he finally found you again he found your dead corpse.

word count: 2637

pairing: fem!gryffindor!lupin!reader x blaise zabini

warning: death, blood, missing limbs, broken skull, war.

“But he's there! Potter's there! Someone grab him!” Pansy Parkinson exclaimed while you watched the scene unfold next to Hermione.

Ginny instinctively moves towards Harry with her wand drawn. Your eyes quickly flickered to your boyfriend, Blaise Zabini who was already staring at you.

Both you and Hermione made a move to join Ginny while you desperately clutched your wand, praying to whoever was listening that you wouldn't have to use it.

The other Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws follow your lead and stand protectively around Harry before Filch abruptly marched in, but you couldn't bring yourself to listen to him as you examined Blaise who seemed indifferent about the situation.

“Wait! As it turns out, Mr. Filch, your arrival is most opportune. If you would, I'd like you to lead Miss Parkinson and the rest of Slytherin House from the Hall.”

Your gaze quickly flashed towards Professor McGonagall before looking back to your frowning boyfriend.

“Right away,” Filch suddenly halted before questioning the head of Gryffindor once again, “Er, exactly where is it I'd be leadin' em to, ma'am?”

“The dungeons should do,” while the other students cheered as the Slytherins were taken to the dungeon, you felt an apprehensive feeling crawl over you as you watched Blaise desperately looking at you.

Perhaps he had known that the inevitable was going to happen, and he didn't want you to be in the middle of the battlefield without his protection.

After all, you still were a Gryffindor through and through. And unfortunately, your house was particularly known for its impulsiveness, which was a trait that you shared.

You watched stoically as Blaise disappeared from your sight before moving towards your father and your stepmother.

Remus kissed the top of your head, while Nymphadora pulled you into a firm hug. You inhaled her vanilla and candy-like scent, which soothed you extensively before pulling away and joining Neville and the rest of the DA.

You were assisting Cho, Nigel, and Katie while Seamus ordered you around in placing magical 'charges' on key pressure points.

Your body stilled when you noticed Scabior and the Snatchers moving towards you and Neville.

“Not good,” you heard Neville mumble before you took his arm and sprinted as fast as you could while Ginny and Seamus were standing at the edge of the wooden bridge.

Even though you knew you should have been more concerned about Scabior and the Snatchers, who were about to catch up to you any instant, you felt the terror seep into your body as you caught a maniacal gleam in Seamus’ eyes.

Fortunately, you were quick enough to reach the duo in time before the bridge ultimately collapsed.

But when you turned around, you noticed that Neville had suddenly disappeared. Ginny gasped beside you as your mouth fell scarcely open and your eyes widened.

The moment seemingly lasted forever before charred fingernails appeared over the final remaining of the bridge.

You let out a sigh of relief before you and Ginny rushed to hoist Neville up onto what's left of the bridge.

“What?” The youngest Weasley asked as Neville glanced at you.

“That was quite exciting,” you let out a groan as Seamus grinned and winked at him.

“Mad. The both of you,” Ginny declared before a thundering rumble almost send Neville tumbling off the bridge again.

Ginny steadies him as you all peer into the distance, noticing that the reason of the small earthquake were giants.

You quickly said your goodbyes before you dashed off to help fight off the death eaters, while Ginny and Neville parted ways with Seamus.

And while you were fighting for your life, Blaise had been stuck in the dungeons with a harsh glare on his face as he stared holes into the grinning Filch.

“Night-tee night,” Blaise felt like he could slaughter the man right then and there, but quietly watched as Pansy cursed him.

“You let us out of here, you filthy squib!” Filch only grinned, shaking the ring of keys in his hand, and turned to walk away.

When he was a fair distance away the chamber began to tremble, but with each step, it got more violent. Suddenly plaster rained down, and a ragged hole opens in the ceiling, followed by multiple others before a massive eye peered inside which made some Slytherins scream.

The giant's fist dropped heavily through the hole, fingers probing the cell clumsily. Filch watched in horror as the cell fell to pieces and the Slytherins spilled forth.

Goyle ruthlessly flung Housemates aside, while Blaise followed in his wake. Ready to start searching for you throughout the whole castle, even if it would take him the entire night.

As they reached the safety of the corridor, a hand — this one of human scale — reaches out of the darkness and grabbed Goyle.

Blaise stifled his groan at the sight of Draco Malfoy before following him, desperately hoping that they would come across someone who could notify him of your whereabouts.

Before Blaise comprehended what was occurring, he was perched atop a fragile tower while fire consumed everything around him.

He had lost his wand earlier on and thought that this would be it before Ron and Harry flew towards him and Draco on brooms.

He quickly took Ron's outstretched hand and mounted the broom while listening to Ron complaining about it under his breath.

Blaise suppressed his eye roll because Ron Weasley did save his life.

While Ron flew them to safety, he couldn't stop himself from asking about you. The words were scorching him, and he desperately ought to know the answer.

“Where's Y/n?” His voice was steady, but if you listened close enough, then you would perhaps have heard his urgency.

Ron quickly glanced at him with a scoff before replying.

“I don't know. I haven't seen her since the start of this.”

But as Ron glimpsed at Blaise's despairing expression, he felt himself blurt something out.

“She went with Ginny and Neville,” he timidly said, which lit Blaise's eyes once again before Ron landed the two of them safely.

Blaise awkwardly thanked Ron before dashing off in the hope to find you.

You had scratches all over your face, your nose was probably broken, and you were convinced that your left pinky was about to fall off.

You tried to shrug it off as you continued fighting off the infinite death eaters.

Much to your solace, you found your dad and stepmom and quickly approached them while fending off the enemy.

But your relief was exceptionally brief when Antonin Dolohov ultimately killed your father.

You heard your heart pounding loudly in your ears as the light left your father's eyes.

You could hear Nymphadora's heartbreaking cry before you charged at Dolohov ruthlessly before you killed the man.

While you were able to kill Antonin Dolohov, you knew that it was partially because he had been diverted and hadn't seen you coming.

You were about to approach your father's body but abruptly halted when you noticed Bellatrix Lestrange standing a little further from you, inclining to kill Nymphadora.

No sound came from your throat as Bellatrix neared your stepmom who was wailing over her dead husband's body, not caring whether she was open for attacks.

You noticed out of the corner of your eye Kingsley Shacklebolt attempting to reach Nymphadora in time, but you knew he was too far away to do anything.

Nymphadora looked up at the sound of Kingsley yelling at her, but she felt like she couldn't move as Bellatrix moved toward her at an extraordinarily rapid pace.

You quickly made your mind up as you ran right towards the merciless death eater, your wand having been discarded somewhere along the way of killing Dolohov.

Your body collided with Bellatrix' as you made an effort to shove her off the edge of the castle.

Unfortunately, she yanked you with her before she quickly apparated to safety.

It felt like everything was going in slow motion as you caught a glimpse of Kingsley and your stepmom leaning over the edge while they screamed your name at the top of their lungs as tears streamed down Nymphadora's cheek as she watched you plunge to your death.

You felt yourself relaxing as you realized that you had saved Nymphadora and that she would have an opportunity to survive this and go home to Teddy.

You quickly accepted your death, as your final thoughts were of Blaise Zabini.

You particularly thought about the feeling of when you woke up next to him in your dorm.

The sunlight bled through the curtains around your bed as you felt Blaise's heartbeat steadily thumping beneath you.

You remembered the adoring look on his face as you kissed him softly while your limbs were tangled together.

Your last thoughts were of Blaise before your body shut down when it collided with the ground.

Nymphadora remembered the determination on your face when she looked up to see you charging at Bellatrix to save her.

She remembered the anguish she felt when her maternal aunt pulled you down with her.

She remembered how she scattered to her feet before taking off towards the edge with Kingsley right next to her as she shrieked your name, desperate to see you one more time.

She remembered the heartbreak she felt when your eyes softened, and you looked peaceful, almost relieved, as you fell to your death while the stars were reflected in your eyes.

Kingsley had to haul her away while Arthur looked at her with sorrow in his eyes.

Minerva McGonagall's face twisted into pure horror when she heard the sound of bones breaking.

She quickly spun around only to see you dead on the floor with your eyes hauntingly staring into her soul as the corner of your lips had been turned upwards.

A gasp left her body as a single tear fell from her eye before hurrying over to you.

She crouched next to you, taking you into her arms but had no option but to leave you there.

The castle still roamed with death eaters, giants, and whatnot, and she couldn't afford to be vulnerable at a time like this, besides she was way too old to be carrying bodies around, so she quickly promised your dead body that she would return as soon as possible.

Only after Voldemort's defeat did McGonagall remember about you again and instantly asked Wood to assist her to pick up your body.

Oliver let out a shallow breath as he halted next to your body. You hadn't been moved because you had fallen into a relatively peaceful area where there wasn't much damage done.

He quickly glanced at the head of the Gryffindor house with a shaken look on his face before seizing your body.

Your head lolled against his shoulders and your arm limply hung from your body as Oliver carried you to the great hall, where most of the bodies were placed.

When he entered the Great Hall, he noticed some people throwing pitiful looks at you in his arms as he brought you to a free spot.

Just as he was about to place you down he heard someone let out a miserable sob before turning to your stepmom who hadn't left Remus his side since the war had ended.

He carefully put you on a blanket as Nymphadora fell down next to your body. He took this as his que to leave, but not before giving one last tragic look at your corpse.

Neville, Ginny, Seamus, Harry, Hermione, and Ron immediately ran towards you when they noticed your body being brought in.

Neville closed his eyes as tears escaped them while he remembered how lively you had looked hours prior.

Hermione leaned into Ron as salty wet tears streamed down her face as she hiccuped slightly while Seamus stared at you with horror and misery.

At a sudden point during the battle did Blaise find Neville and Luna, but when he questioned them about your whereabouts he came out with nothing.

His hopes started to falter after he had practically scoured the whole castle.

After Voldemort's defeat, he had followed the Malfoy's into the great hall and quietly sat there as he observed the doors, hoping for you to come through them.

He had asked all of your friends by now where you were, but none of them knew. Blaise had even looked at all the bodies to ensure that you weren't dead.

Later on, Draco and his mother had already left, but Blaise didn't dare to move his eyes from the gate.

His eyes glanced towards a small commotion that had been around one of the bodies that had just been brought in by Oliver Wood and professor McGonagall.

When he looked closer, he noticed that it were your friends. Even your stepmother was there as she sat on the ground while crying her eyes out.

He quickly came to realize that it couldn't be a coincidence.

'No'

He kept repeating the word as he quickly jumped up and neared the group, but he felt his heart in his throat when he recognized your messy y/h/c hair and your favorite red sweater that you had been wearing earlier that night when he saw you.

His eyes widened as he pushed through your friends, who threw sympathetic looks as he collapsed next to your body.

The war hadn't been kind to you. Your nose was broken and dried blood stained your upper lip. You had multiple scratches and gashes along your body, and blood stained the blanket that you were laying on, indicating that there was a wound on the back of your head.

Your fingers were covered in grime and blood, but he could make out that you missed one finger.

Blaise clutched to your body refusing to let you go as tears fell from his eyes, not caring about the blood that was tainting his clothes.

He sat there for hours, refusing to leave you as the stream of tears seemed endless.

At a certain point, they had placed your father’s body next to you, but he paid him no mind.

Most students had been leaving the Great Hall, but he remained next to you while Nymphadora watched him sadly.

He felt like his life ended the moment he found your body, but his thoughts were cut off by a hand being placed on his shoulder.

His eyes glanced towards the owner, who happened to be Nymphadora. She sat down next to him while trying to keep her tears at bay.

“What happened?” Blaise's voice was quivering and hoarse, his hands trembled, and he was terrified of the answer.

“I- Y/n found me and R-Remus at a certain point during the battle. Remus had just been killed by Antonin Dolohov so she avenged him by killing Dolohov. After her fight with him she-uhm, she lost her wand. While I was grieving over Remus I was oblivious to Bellatrix who was planning to kill me,” Blaise let out a shuddered breath as he knew where this was going to but kept quiet.

“She charged at Bellatrix and pushed her off the castle, but Bellatrix pulled her with her. During their fall, Bellatrix managed to apparatus. Even though Y/n didn’t kill her, she saved my life,” Nymphadora was full-on sobbing now as the memory seemed like an endless loop.

“What-what happened to Bellatrix?” Blaise felt anger fill his body as he spat out the name of the woman who had partially killed his Y/n.

“Molly killed her.”

Blaise nodded but remained quiet as he grieved you with your stepmother silently. But he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to recover from this, from your death.

©cupidsheqrt , 2022.

[tealeafgrimm]

Finding You

Draco Malfoy x Reader Words: 4.7k Summary: Searching for Horcruxes, your path unexpectedly leads you to Malfoy manor. You come face to face with Draco for the first time after a long while, but the moment is only brief. Only during the Battle for Hogwarts do you see him again. But what will be his decision? A/N: This one-shot is a sequel to Missing You. It was not planned to be so long, but somehow it became more and more. I hope that especially those who wanted a sequel will like it. Also there is a thir part called New Beginnings, if want go and check it out.

Everything happened so fast, that you didn’t have time to think about your next moves. It was like you were watching from the outside, rather than being part of the action yourself. You saw how a hex hit Harry square in his face, causing it to swell to unrecognition. Loud pops around you signaled that the Snatchers had heard the taboo and were here to catch you. The blood in your ears was rushing loudly, your heart nearly beating out of your chest. Hermione, Ron and Harry beside you were looking around nervously, not knowing what to do either.

“See what we have here!”, one of the Snatchers sneered at your group, grinning from ear to ear. Your eyes wandered from man to man, coming to a halt on one person you had hoped to never see again. Fenrir Greyback. The night at the Astronomy Tower came back into your mind. Bill Weasley bleeding on the floor. A shiver ran down your spine as Greyback went for Hermione, holding her in place, his face only inches from your friend. Caught up in the moment you had not realized that you yourself were being restrained, until you wanted to leap forwards to help Hermione. Strong hands held you in place and the man behind you laughed at your attempt to free yourself.

“Well, if that isn’t the blood traitor Weasley! And what is your name and blood-status?”, one of them, you believed his name was Scabior, asked Hermione, who was trying to get away from the werewolf. Hermione tried her best to lie, but Greyback had already seen her before. “And what about you sweetheart?”, Scabior now asked you. Your throat dried out, no words escaping you. What would happen if you did not tell them anything? Would they kill you? Take you somewhere? The focus was taken away from you before giving an answer. “Hey, these two are with Potter, no? Is that him?” Everybody turned to Harry, who still was unrecognizable. You watched as they tried to look for his scar, debating on whether they saw something or not.

“Should we call him?”, one of the other men asked, poking Harry’s forehead, as if he would find the answer there. “Not if we aren’t sure. Let us take them to the others and then we can figure out what to do.” Robes bound your hands behind your back and a blindfold was cast over your eyes. You were dragged through the woods, stumbling over sticks and stones until you were shoved down, knees hitting the floor. You hissed in pain as you felt your skin breaking due to the contact. After being bound together in a circle, your captors stepped away to debate their next moves. They were to far away to understand what they were saying, but you were able to catch a few words that made your heart pound even louder. You had heard something about ‘the Malfoy boy’ and how he would be able to tell them, whether you truly had Harry with you. You were so focused on trying to hear more about their plan of action, that you hadn’t realized that Ron, Hermione and Harry were know talking quietly with Dean Thomas, who apparently had been snatched just a few moments before you.

“Y/N? Are you with us?” Your head turned slightly in the direction of Hermione’s voice. “Sorry, yeah, I was trying to listen to what they are saying, but I can’t really make anything out”, you whispered back to her. Before any of you could come up with an idea or a plan on how to attempt to escape your situation, you were all yanked onto your feet without warning, making you shriek and tumble. “Now, you better all behave”, a nasal voice said, while another person stepped next to you, holding on to the ropes that bound you. You felt the familiar sensation behind your navel, as the ground under your feet disappeared. With a thud you again found yourself lying on the floor. This time however it was clearly not in the forest. The ground beneath you was cold and hard. Even though you could not see were you where, you could tell that the room you just had landed in was big and old. The smell of old wood filled your nose. The moans around you, signaled that the others had apparated and landed as gracefully as you.

“What is all this commotion in here?” The familiar voice of Lucius Malfoy echoed around the room. “We think we have Potter and his friends, but his face is messed up, so we need your son to confirm our suspicion”, came the answer from Scabior. You heard footsteps clang on the stone floor, coming to rest close to you. A second later your blindfold was removed. After blinking a few times to adjust to the sudden light, you craned your neck to look around. You saw the platinum blond hair of Lucius Malfoy, who was taking a closer look at Harry. “You could be right, Narcissa please get Draco in here”, he turned to his wife who nodded and left the room.

A few moments later you could hear quiet whispers and footsteps from the hallway. And then he stepped into the room. The first thing you noticed was how sunken and dull his face looked. He had a sickly tint to his skin, his eyes were rimmed by dark circles. It reminded you of how he looked during your sixth year, when you followed him out of the Great Hall, when he kissed you. No, this was not the time to think about it. You had to focus, but your mind kept wandering. You remembered the night he found you hyperventilating and crying in one of the empty classrooms, the first time the two of you ever talked to each other without anyone else around.

~~~

You buried your head in between your knees, hugging them tighter to your body. Your lungs were burning and you could feel the sensation of pins and needles on your skin. How long had you been in here? An hour? Maybe two? You only wanted to get out of the Common Room to clear your head, but thinking about Umbridge, the impending war and your O.W.L.s had started a panic attack. Normally you were quite good at calming yourself down, but today nothing you did was working.

You tried to take another, deeper breath, when your thoughts were disrupted by footsteps in the corridor. Another wave of panic set in. If one of Umbridge’s Inquisitorial Squad members found you, you were doomed. You covered your mouth, hoping it would muffle your cries. Whoever it was outside, they were walking towards you. The steps stopped right in front of the classroom door and from the spot on the ground behind one of the tables you could see the doorhandle move. Draco Malfoy stood in the doorframe, staring directly at you.

What happened next, was not what you had been expecting. Instead of sneering or laughing at you, joyous that he found someone, a Gryffindor at that, out of bed in the middle of the night, he came over to you. “Are you alright?” There was no hint of sarcasm in his voice. Actually, he sounded quite…concerned? “Why would you care?”, you barely managed to press out in between sobs. He shrugged his shoulders. “I think if you sit here in the middle of the night crying, something must be wrong. Unless it is one of your hobbies to have panic attacks?” You looked at him in surprise. It was one thing to see someone was crying, but recognizing a panic attack was another.

“Don’t look so surprised! Do you want to talk or something?”, he asked and leaned his head back against the cold stone wall. A laugh escaped you. “Why would I want to talk to you out of all people?” Again, he just shrugged his shoulders. “I mean, your breathing sounds better do me. But if you don’t want to talk.” You hated to admit it, but he was right. Talking to him had helped you to even out you’re breathing. “Aren’t you supposed to hand me over to Umbridge?” Stretching your legs out in front of you, you allowed yourself to relax. “Guess so. But it’s no fun when you’re not throwing a fit about it.” A familiar smirk appeared on his face and you rolled your eyes at him.

The two of you just set there for a while, not saying a single word. Why did it feel so normal to sit beside him? You knew you shouldn’t and couldn’t trust him, or could you? You never really had a problem with Draco. It usually was Harry, Ron and him that butted heads constantly. Of course, you did not appreciate his remarks towards Hermione or the Weasleys, but then again, he was just as prejudiced as Ron was towards him. “Are you nervous?”, you asked him after a while. He had had every chance to throw you under the bus and he didn’t to it, so you felt like you could trust him. Or maybe it was the fact that now that you had calmed down, you were tired and unable to think straight.

“Nervous about what?” „About your O.W.L.s. That’s what stressing me. Well, at least a part of it.” You felt your cheeks redden from embarrassment. Not even your friends new just how much school was stressing you and yet you were okay with telling Draco Malfoy? “You shouldn’t. Sure, they are important, but I don’t know anyone who has really failed them. Also, you’re good in school, it’s not like you have a lot of reason to worry.” “Oh, so you’re keeping track of my performance in class?” You jokingly pushed yourself against him. It felt so normal to speak to him. Like you had done it a hundred times. “It’s quite hard to ignore you! You’re constantly waving your hand in the air!”, he laughed and shoved you back. “What do you want to do after school?”

And just like that you fell into an easy conversation with him, talking about your plans after school. You told him how you planned to work as a Healer and he told you that he would probably end up in his father’s footsteps, working closely with the ministry. Draco admitted to you, that when he was younger his dream had been to become a professional Quidditch player, at which you had laughed. As a peace offering, because he was quite mad at you for laughing, you had confided, that you at the age of five had told your parents that you wanted to be a post owl. His laugh was so loud that you had to put a hand over his mouth, fearing someone else patrolling would hear you. You felt so at peace that you were shocked when you finally looked at your watch. It was well past three in the morning and classes started early.

“I need to get back to the Dormitories, otherwise I won’t be able to stay awake during Transfiguration. McGonagall will have my head”, you groaned while getting up from the floor. Just then you realized your bones were aching from sitting on the hard ground for hours. “I’ll take you. If someone finds you, I can tell them that I already gave you detention.” He couldn’t resist smirking at his remark. “Very generous of you Draco, but you don’t need to.” “I know I don’t. I want to.” And with that he scurried through the door. For a second you stood perplexed looking after him, then you shook you head and followed him. You did not talk on the way back, but it wasn’t an unpleasant silence. In your head you let the past hours replay. Had somebody told you that you willingly would have a conversation with Draco Malfoy in the middle of the night you would have thought they were concussed. But actually, you were kind of sad that you had to part ways.

The Fat Lady seemed to be sleeping when you finally made it to the Common Room, but you still were not sure if the portraits really could sleep or if it was just an act. “Thank you for taking me back here Draco. And thank you for everything. It was really…nice.” Trying to avoid his eyes to hide your embarrassment you kept your eyes focused on the tip of your shoes. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. Now, you should go in, or I will deduct points from Gryffindor.” He turned around, walking back down the stairs hoping you had not seen his reddened cheeks or the smile that played around his lips. But you definitely had.

~~~

You snapped back into reality when Lucius Malfoy pushed Draco towards Harry. He was clearly uncomfortable with the position he was in. His head hung low and he tried to avoid everyone’s eyes. “Do you think it is him Draco? Is this Harry Potter? Look here…that is a scar, right?” You silently pleaded for Draco to lie. He was not one of them, you just had to believe in him. If he told his father the truth, this would be the end. “I-I-I’m not sure.” You nearly missed his answer, he spoke so quietly. For a second his eyes left Harry’s face to look in your direction. The motion was noticed by his father, who now pushed him in front of you.

“Do you know the girl? Do you now if she is with Potter as well?” This was the first time since the night at the Astronomy tower that you were looking Draco straight in the eye. You could feel the conflict inside of him, how his mind was racing, how he tried to tell you what he was feeling with a single look. “I don’t know.” That was all he said, though he did not break off eye contact. Only when his aunt started to scream behind him, he turned around. They had found the sword of Gryffindor. Bellatrix Lestrange was a scary person as it was, but seeing the rage written all over her face, send a cold shiver down your spine. Her screams echoed through the room, making you flinch. “Get the out of the room! Bring them into the cellar Draco! Except for this one, I want some answers”, she hissed, grabbing Hermione forcefully.

Harry, Ron and you were pushed out of the room, Draco behind you, wand raised. You desperately wanted to talk to him, plead with him to help her. But you knew that your words could still be heard, so you stayed quiet, following the orders on where to turn. He ushered you down a flight of stairs, leading to an iron gate. “Draco, please, you have to help us.” Your hand wrapped around his wrist as he was about to close the gate behind you. Harry and Ron were arguing behind you, trying to find a way to help Hermione. “I can’t. He’ll kill me…I never wanted it to end like this…I” “Then prove it! I know you’re not one of them. Look at you! When was the last time that you slept through an entire night? Do you want to spent the rest of your life like this? You can help end this madness.” Tears began to gather in your eyes, frustration, pain and fear running high inside you. There were a few seconds of silence and then without warning Draco pulled you close to him. His hands were gripping your waist firmly and his lips came crushing down on yours. Without thinking twice, you kissed him back. Everything around you seemed to be forgotten. And then it was over. “I’m sorry”, Draco whispered, stepping away from you and locking the cellar-gate.

The tears that had gathered on the rim of your eyes finally fell as you watched Draco walk upstairs, never looking back at you. You felt more confused than ever. But there was no time to think about your feelings, you had to get Hermione away from Bellatrix, you had to get out of the manor. In the rooms above you still heard Bellatrix screaming, followed by Hermione’s desperate cries. “We have to do something!”, screamed Ron, pushing Harry out of the way and rattling the bars that encaged them. Just now did you realise that there were other people in the small room with you. Dean and the Goblin that were catched with you, had already been brought downstairs before you. But there were to other familiar faces. You had to take a double look to make sure that it was really Luna Lovegood and Ollivander the wandmaker. Guilt began to build up inside of you. You were so caught up in your own situation, that you were no help to anyone.

“I saw someone!” Harry came rushing over to were Ron and you were standing, holding a broken mirror piece. Ron and you exchanged a confused look. “What?”, asked Ron, sounding as if he clearly thought that Harry had lost his mind. “The mirror. It’s the one Sirius gave to me. There was an eye. A blue one, I swear…”, he began to explain, but was interrupted by a ‘crack’. Everything that happened from there on out, felt like a blur to you. First Griphook, the Goblin, was taken upstairs to identify whether Hermione’s lie, that the sword was a copy, was true or not. At the same time Dobby took Luna, Dean and Ollivander to Bill Weasley’s cottage, leaving Harry, Ron and you behind. Finally deciding what to do next, you managed to overpower Pettigrew after lurking him in the cellar. Unbeknown to you, his failure would seal his fate.

“Here he has some wands, they aren’t ours, but that doesn’t matter now, we have to go!” Harry threw each of you a wand, keeping one for himself. The three of you ran up the stairs, leaving the lifeless body behind you. Once you stepped inside the dining room, all hell broke loose. Ron fired spells at Greyback in order to keep him away from Hermione who was lying unconscious on the floor. At the same time Harry stunned Lucius Malfoy, while you kept your wand at Narcissa. You tried to make your way over to Hermione, but Bellatrix beat you to it. She yanked your best friend up by her hair, holding a short dagger against her throat. Everyone stopped in their tracks. The room was parted, on the one side were the Malfoys and a stunned Greyback, on the other side were you and your friends. Right in the middle under the large chandelier stood Bellatrix an evil grin plastered over her face with Hermione as her shield. During the fight no one had heard the crack signaling the appearance of Dobby. Only when the chandelier started to rattle above your heads, did you realise that the house elf had come back to help you escape.

Ron who stood on your right site leaped forwards, just in time to drag Hermione away from the falling chandelier. As soon as they were out of your line you threw a spell at Bellatrix, but she was able to reflect it. Harry one the other hand had more success. He was able to disarm Draco, catching his wand just before he reached your group. Huddled together for just a second, you felt the familiar sensation of apparition. The last thing you saw were Draco’s grey eyes, looking directly back at you.

~~~

“Maybe you should pay attention to where you are going sweetheart”, laughed the Death Eater in front of you as your back touched the stone wall. You were stuck in a dead end with nowhere to turn. Wand raised you threw spells and jinxes at him, trying to block the ones he was sending your way. But you could tell that he was stronger and your muscles were aching. Just when you thought that your final moment had arrived, a spell hit the Death Eater in the back, stunning him instantly. Hands shaking you looked into the eyes of your rescuer. Hair disheveled, breathing heavily stood Draco Malfoy. If the situation hadn't been so serious, you would have laughed. But it was a matter of victory or defeat, life or death, and the last thing you needed in this situation were your confusing emotions. Since the escape from Malfoy manor, not a day had passed without you thinking about Draco. You had tried to hate him, to forget him. You tried to tell yourself that he had made his decision. And yet, each time, your heart told you there was another side. The side of him that only you had seen. And each time you came to the conclusion that, despite everything that had happened, you loved him.

Before you could even utter a word, a voice rang through the air. An icy shiver ran down your spine as you realised it was Voldemort's voice. It felt as if he was standing right next to you, every single word being so clearly heard. Was that how Harry had felt when he had Voldemort invading his mind? "You have one hour." Then suddenly there was silence. An hour to lead Harry to his death? You had to find the others. After Harry and Ginny had gone to the Room of Requirement to find the lost diadem, you had lost sight of Ron and Hermione. "Where are you going?" Draco held you by the wrist as you tried to walk past him. You pulled your hand free. "I need to find the others. Hermione, Ron, Harry, we only have an hour." " The others?", he asked incredulously, hurrying after you as you ran down the corridor towards the Great Hall without acknowledging him. "Listen! I don't care whose side you're on, okay? But make up your mind. Either you help us or you're against us, but stop this game Draco. Thank you for helping me, but I'm running out of time now." You quickened your pace, driven by the hope of finally ending the battle. Draco was left alone in the corridor.

When you entered the hall, your breath was knocked out of your lungs. How many people were lying here? The room that you remembered as being filled with laughter, with the excited whispering after the summer holidays, with the frightened and astonished looks of the new first years, was now filled with quiet crying, with pain, loss, death. You let your eyes wander over the crowd for a moment before you staggered out again. You couldn't wait in there. Where were the others? You hadn't seen them, so that had to be a good sign, right? You went outside and finally spotted the red hair of Ron; Hermione next to him. "Ron! Hermione! Thank god, are you guys okay?" You threw yourself against them one arm wrapped around each, relieved that they were still alive. "Harry....he left for the forest Y/N," Hermione sobbed, burying her face in your shoulder. They told you what had happened and together you waited for the next sign.

~~~

Harry dead? It just couldn't be true. But you saw his body with your own eyes. Tears streamed down your face and only with difficulty could you suppress a sob. Next to you, Hermione was also struggling. Without saying anything, you took her hand in yours and squeezed it. You had to stick together. For Harry. Voldemort and his Death Eaters were laughing at you like it was the best day of their lives. You only heard half of what Voldemort said. No one would take the chance to change sides anyway. As so many times before, it was Draco's name that snapped you out of your thoughts. "Draco, come over here to us." His mother held out her hand. You had been so focused on Harry that you hadn't noticed that he was standing only a few feet away from you. His gaze wandered from right to left. You could almost hear the wheels rattling in his head.

Your grip on Hermione's hand loosened and you gave her a quick glance. Then, almost simultaneously, Draco and you took a step forward. "Ah! Two of you seem to be trying to choose the right side," Voldemort's voice rang out to you. Behind you, you could hear the startled intake of breath from your friends. "Draco, don't do it. Do you really want to be like them? We both know you're not like that. Please," you whispered, holding your hand out to him. "Draco, come to your mother and me." There was no mistaking the anger in Lucius Malfoy's voice as he stepped up beside his wife. Draco stared at you for a while before taking another step, looking at his parents. Your heart broke. Was this really his decision. "I'm sorry mother, but I can't." His voice was quiet and yet it sounded to you as if he had shouted the words.

Before you could realise what his words meant, you heard another startled outburst. Neville had stepped out of the crowd and was speaking with such conviction that you wondered if this was really the same boy you knew. However, the renewed hope in you was quickly dashed by his disarming. You felt anger boiling inside you as Voldemort forced the Sorting Hat on Neville and he staggered about, disoriented. And then suddenly Neville had managed to free himself and, in his hand, he held the Sword of Gryffindor. Only a few metres beside Neville, Harry suddenly moved too. You nudged Hermione and Ron in the side and pointed in his direction. You let out euphoric screams and before you knew it, the battle around you broke out again.

~~~

It was over. Voldemort was dead. You had won, but at what price. Exhausted, you settled down next to Hermione on one of the wooden benches. While she had worked with the boys to destroy the Elder Wand, you had stayed in the Great Hall and helped Madam Pomfrey tend to the wounded. You didn't know how long you had been helping, but now you had done all you could. "Ron is with his family and Harry is talking to Ginny," Hermione replied when she saw your questioning look. You just nodded and dropped your head on her shoulder. You didn't speak to each other, but just sat there together. For the first in a long time, you could feel how calm you were. No fear, no uncertainty. Only the exhaustion remained the same.

"I think someone wants to talk to you," Hermione interrupted the silence after a while. You opened your eyes and lifted your head from her shoulder. At the other end of the hall sat Draco with his parents. They looked out of place. "He's been staring over here for minutes. You should talk to him. It's okay. No matter what this is between you two. Harry told me about your kiss." Horrified, you stared at her, but she just laughed. "He's not very good at keeping secrets. Go!" She poked you in the ribs. As you stood up, your eyes met Draco's. With a slight nod of your head, you motioned for him to follow you out. The air spring air hit your face. It was far too beautiful for the events that had taken place here only a few hours before. Draco stepped next to you.

"Y/N I...I... I’m so sorry. I should have helped you, but...after you escaped, I really realised that it would never get better. For years, I believed everything I was told. I took the easy way out, and that was wrong. I never wanted anyone to die... you have to believe that. Please, I know you don't want to have anything to do with me and I can understand that, but I just want you to know that I'm sorry." His voice trembled and you could see tears in his eyes. "I have always told you that you are not like this. You made mistakes, but you made a choice today. I'm glad you did the right thing Draco." "So you can forgive me? I promise you, I will change. I will do everything I can. I'll turn myself in to the Ministry today." "The entire time we were away, you were constantly on my mind. I'm afraid the Ministry will have to wait," you whispered, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him down for a kiss.

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Malfoy Manor

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Y/N: Your Name 

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“The Hogwarts champion…” Dumbledore called and a piece of parchment flew from the flame. 

“Cedric Diggory!” He said and everyone cheered. I was cheering the loudest, I was so proud of my older brother. 

“Excellent! We now have our three champions! But in the end only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory the Tri-Wizard cup!” Once again people cheered, but the goblet glowed red once again and another singed parchment flew out. Everyone quieted down as Dumbledore grabbed the parchment and read it. 

“Harry Potter.” He said in a hushed tone, but everyone could hear because of how silent the room was. 

“Harry Potter?” He called louder. 

“No...no!” Hagrid expressed. 

“Harry Potter!” Dumbledore shouted. Everyone watched in shock as Harry slowly walked up to the front. Dumbledore gave him the parchment and people started shouting in anger. 

“He’s a cheat! He’s not even seventeen yet!” Someone shouted. My boyfriend Draco was very upset by this. He couldn’t believe Harry was once again being the center of attention. However, he wasn’t the only one. Everyone seemed to be upset that Harry was also a champion. This obviously pleased Draco. 

As much as I liked Harry and he was my friend, Cedric was my brother and I was going to fully cheer for him. The first challenge was to retrieve a golden egg from a dragon. Each competitor was getting a different dragon and I hoped with all my heart that Cedric would be alright. I watched as they brought out a Swedish Short-Snout with the golden egg in place. A cannon went off and everyone watched to see who was first. Cedric walked out and everyone from Hogwarts cheered, just about the whole school was cheering for him. I watched my brother take in his surroundings and he smiled at me. The dragon screamed which brought his attention back to it. He thought quickly and used a Transfiguration spell to change one of the rocks into a dog. The dog barked and brought the dragon’s attention away from my brother. Cedric went for the egg, but the dragon was smart and moved his attention back to him. The dragon shot fire towards him and it hit him in the face. 

“Cedric!” I shouted, fear clear in my voice. Draco pulled me towards him and held me tightly. Cedric didn’t let that stop him and he retrieved the egg. Everyone cheered and they got the dragon under control. Cedric was taken to the hospital wing and Draco and pulled me along to see him. 

The second task was after the Yule Ball, which was a break my brother needed after being burned. Luckily he was alright, but I realized how dangerous these tasks really were. All four of the champions stood at the edge of the platform on the Black Lake. They were told they had to retrieve something that was stolen from them. All four of them jumped into the lake and none of us could really see what was happening beneath the surface. Cedric returned first with his girlfriend Cho. Hogwarts students erupted in cheers when he raised above the water. The two swam to the platform and were pulled up onto it. I hugged Draco and rushed down to my brother. He was first and safe! 

Like the second task, no one knew what was happening during the final task. All four champions had to go into a maze and one would return as the Champion. Cedric and Harry both got a head start since they tied for first last task. The cannon rang and they were off into the maze. 

“Go Cedric!” I cheered as he jogged inside. He turned back to me with a smile as the bushes closed behind him. It wasn’t long before the other two champions joined them in the maze. However it felt like forever until someone returned with the cup. It turned out to be Harry and people cheered. I also cheered for my friend, but my cheers died in my throat as I noticed what he was hunched over. 

“Cedric?” I whispered, catching Draco’s attention. Tears formed in my eyes and I ran down to see my brother. Our Father pushed his way through and he cried, falling to his knees beside him. 

“Cedric?” I asked, also dropping down next to him. I gently shook him, denying that he was dead. 

“Ced? Come on, this isn’t funny!” I cried and shook him a little rough. 

“Y/N, love, he’s not asleep…” Draco said quietly, trying to pull me away. 

“N-No… No! He can’t be!” I cried. 

“How did this happen?” I asked, turning to Harry. 

“Voldemort, he’s back. He killed him.” Harry cried and my eyes widened. That monster killed my brother… Draco pulled me to him as I cried harder. 

I knew that was the start of the war. That wasn’t the year it really started, but that was the year people’s fear really set in. The real start of the war started the summer before year seven. After Cedric died Harry made sure to watch after me. He told me it was my brother’s wish to watch after me. The first few months I didn’t want to be near Harry, but I realized it wasn’t his fault. That’s why when I found out Draco had taken his mark, I ran right to Harry. He became very protective of me after that, but I never actually broke things off with Draco. I still loved him, despite the choice he made. 

Harry took me with Hermione and Ron on his quest to find all the horcruxes. A task given to him before Dumbledore was killed by Snape. Harry told me about how Draco was meant to do it, but couldn’t. I wanted to send him a letter, but that would put us all in jeopardy. However, after a scary meeting with Luna’s Father we apparated somewhere safer. 

“They’ve kidnapped Luna because he supported me. He was just desperate.” Harry reasoned. No one said anything as we all got off the ground. 

“I’ll do the enchantments.” Ron said, taking his wand out. Hermione stopped him, her eyes glanced at the trees and her breathing stopped. The three of us looked the same way she was and our eyes widened. Snatchers came from behind the trees and had smirks on their faces. One of them had Hermione’s scarf around his neck and smelled it. 

“Hello, beautiful.” He said, it was Scabior. All four of us started running, splitting off from one another hoping we wouldn’t get caught. I was unfortunately clumsy and tripped on a tree root, which led to me being caught. The man roughly pulled me to my feet, took my wand, and dragged me with him. We entered a clearing and I was shoved to the ground. Ron was pulled along and also shoved to the ground by another snatcher. Hermione and a messed up looking Harry were already there, now surrounded by snatchers. Scabior took their wands. 

“Don’t touch her!” Ron shouted and Grayback punched him. 

“Stop it!” Hermione begged. 

“Your boyfriend’ll get worse than that if he doesn't behave, lovely.” Scabior said, painting her face with the light from his wand. He turned it towards Harry, it made it really clear how messed up his face actually was. 

“What happened to you, ugly?” He asked. Harry felt his face and now realized what happened. 

“What’s your name?” He asked. 

“Dudely. Vernon Dudley.” Harry answered. 

“Check the list. And you, ginger?” He asked Ron. 

“Stan Shunpile.” Ron lied. 

“Like ‘ell you are. We know skinny Stan. Try again.” He said and Grayback, who was holding Ron down pressed his boot into his neck. 

“Weasley… Barney Weasley.” He strained out. 

“Weasley, eh? Wouldn’t be related to that blood traitor Arthur Weasley, would you?” He asked. 

“Piss off! Arthur Weasley’s ten times the wizard you are!” Ron growled. 

“Worth ten times you if I can find him. Wasn’t you that tipped him off, was it?” He asked. Ron said nothing and the man turned his attention to me. 

“How ‘bout you? What’s your name?” He asked. 

“June Hazel.” I lied. 

“Pretty name, but don’t fit your face.” He said and turned to Hermione. 

“Penelope Clearwater. Half-blood.” She answered. He took her hair in his hand and sniffed it. 

“You smell like vanilla, Penelope. I think you’re going to be my favorite.” He said. 

“I call this one. She smells like strawberries.” The man that grabbed me pulled me up and sniffed my hair. I gulped and held my breath, tears brimming my eyes. 

“There’s no Vernon Dudley on ‘ere.” Another snatcher said. Scabior turned his attention to Harry. 

“Hear that, ugly? The list says you’re lying. How come you don’t want us to know who you are? Hm?” He asked. 

“The list is wrong. I told you who I am-” Scabior put his finger to Harry’s lips, stopping Harry from continuing. His want was probing Harry’s face. 

“Change of plans, boy. We won’t be taking this lot to the Ministry.” He said after a moment. Each one grabbed us, taking out stuff from us as well. They apperated us and suddenly we were at Malfoy Manor… 

Scabior and the others took us past the yew hedges. All of us were scared about what was waiting for us inside the dark looking house. We started slowing down as we neared the gate. Bellatrix, Lucius, and Narcissa Malfoy were on the other side. Scabior grabbed Harry by the arm and pushed his face up against the iron bars. Bellatrix stepped closer. 

“Show me.” She said. Scabior reached up and pushed Harry’s hair off his forehead. Bellatrix pointed her wand, illuminating his face. Slowly a creepy smile appeared on her face. The four of us were taken inside and Bellatrix took Harry. She pushed him down to his knees and waited for Narcissa to return with Draco. He walked into the room with his Mother and my heart clenched. His eyes widened when he saw me. 

“Draco!” His Aunt called, snapping both of us out of our haze. Draco walked towards his Aunt and she pulled Harry up by his hair. 

“Well?” She asked with a hopeful smile. 

“I can’t be sure.” Draco answered after a moment. 

“Look closely son, if we are the ones to hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything would be forgiven, all would be as it was, understand?” Lucius said and you could tell they were all scared, but especially Draco. 

“Now we won’t be forgettin who actually caught him. I hope, Mr. Malfoy.” Scabior said. 

“You dare to talk to me like that in my own house!” Lucius shouted. 

“Lucius!” Narcissa scolded him in a whisper and pulled him away from Draco. 

“Don’t be shy, sweetie. Come over.” His Aunt grabbed his hand and pulled him towards Harry. Draco kneeled in front of him and I bit my lip. Please don’t give him up Draco… 

“Now, if this isn’t who we think it is, Draco, and we call him, he’ll kill us all. We need to be absolutely sure.” Bellatrix said. 

“What’s wrong with his face?” Draco asked after a moment of studying Harry. 

“Yes, what is wrong with his face?” Bellatrix asked Scabior.

“He came to us like that. Somethin’ he picked up in the forest I reckon.” Scabior answered. 

“Or ran into a stinging jinx. Was it you dearie?” Bellatrix asked Hermione, walking over to us. 

“Give me her wand, we’ll see what her last spell was.” She said. The three of us looked worried and Bellatrix laughed. 

“Got you.” She said and turned her attention to the snatcher with our wands. 

“What is that?” She asked when she looked at him. 

“Where’d you get that from?” She asked him, referring to the sword. 

“It was in that one’s bag when we searched her, reckon it’s mine now.” He said pointing at me with a smirk. Bellatrix went crazy and started choking the snatchers, making them let go of us. She took the sword as everyone looked on confused and scared. 

“Out! Go!” She shouted at them letting her spells fall. The snatchers ran out, fearing for their lives. 

“Sissy, put the boys and this one in the cellar! I want to have a conversation with this one! Girl to girl!” She shouted and grabbed me. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were dragged down to the cellar by Narcissa and Wormtail. She pushed me onto the floor and got on top of me. 

“That sword is meant to be in my vault in Gringotts. How did you get it?” She hissed.

“What else did you and your friends take from my vault!?” She shouted. 

“We didn’t take anything! Please!  We didn’t take anything!” I begged, crying. 

“I don’t believe you.” She said and moved to my arm, carving something into it with her sharp knife. 

“No! Please! We didn’t take anything!” I screamed in pain. 

“Stop it!” Draco shouted and they turned to me. 

“She said she didn’t take anything, leave her alone!” He said. 

“Draco?” His Mother questioned with a kind, yet waring tone. 

“You care for this one, don’t you?” Bellatrix asked with a smirk. 

“Please, just stop.” Draco begged, his eyes never leaving me. 

“Who is she?” His Aunt asked. 

“She’s my girlfriend…” He admitted. 

“Is she-” 

“Yes, she’s a Pure-blood, please let her go.” He begged, cutting his Father off.

“What’s her family name?” Lucius asked. 

“Diggory.” He answered. 

“A Hufflepuff? Are you Mad? She-” 

“Let her go Bellatrix.” Narcissa said, cutting her husband off. 

“But they were in my vault!” She shouted. 

“Question the goblin then, let her go.” She said, standing her ground. Bellatrix got off me and Draco rushed to help me up. He pulled me off to the side with his parents and sat me in one of the chairs. 

“You’re alright, love.” He whispered as he held me. Ron, Hermione, and Harry suddenly came up the stairs and got Bellatrix’s wand from her. The three of them started fighting with the Malfoys. Bellatrix grabbed me and held her knife to my throat. 

“Stop!” She shouted and everyone looked our way. 

“Drop your wands. I said drop em!” She shouted. The three dropped their wands and everyone was still staring at us. 

“Draco, grab em.” She said and he did as he was told. 

“Well, well, well, look what we have here.” She said, walking closer with her knife still at my throat. 

“It’s Harry Potter.” She said in my ear, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear. 

“He’s all bright, and shiny, and new again.” She said as Harry’s face turned back to normal. 

“Just in time for the Dark Lord.” She said. 

“Call him.” She said, but no one moved. 

“Call him!” She said again, but louder. Draco stayed in his place, so his Father stepped up and revealed his dark mark. He went to call him, but an odd squeaking started happening. Everyone looked up and Dobby was sitting atop the chandelier undoing a screw or something. It suddenly dropped and she pushed me as she ran back to avoid getting hit. I fell to the ground as Ron grabbed Hermione and Harry went to get their wands. Once Draco lost the small battle with Harry he rushed over to me. 

“Are you alright?” He asked as Lucius was shot back by Harry. 

“I’m fine…” I whispered. 

“Stupid elf, you could have killed me!” Bellatrix shouted. 

“Dobby never meant to kill. He only meant to maim or seriously injure.” He said. Narcissa went to shoot a spell at them, but Dobby snapped his fingers and her wand was then in his hands. While everyone was distracted by what Dobby did, Draco pulled me up and out of the room. He took me up to his room and sat me on his bed. 

“Let me see your arm, love.” He whispered. I showed him and saw she had carved ‘Blood Traitor’ into my arm. Tears welled in my eyes as I noticed the blood still falling from my fresh mark. 

“Hey, look at me, it’s not true.” He said, gently caressing my face. 

“But it is though, you know it is.” I whispered. 

“No, not here it isn’t. You can’t let them see that side of you. If I want to keep you safe I either have to let you go or ask you to do something you might never forgive yourself, or me for that matter, for.” He said, his voice breaking. 

“B-But I can’t bear to let you go again. I thought I lost you when I told you the truth…” He whispered. 

“W-What do I have to do to stay?” I whispered. He looked at me with wide eyes. 

“You’d have to take his mark…” He whispered. My heart stopped, but I didn’t know where Harry and the others were. It was either stay with Draco or go out alone…

“If it means I get to stay with you then I will…” I answered. 

“Love, this is serious. I can get you out of here without anyone knowing all you have to do-” I cut him off with a kiss. 

“I can’t lose you again either. I thought you were dead this whole time, I can’t go through that again.” I said, resting my forehead on his. 

“You’ll never forgive me…” He said, letting his tears fall. 

“I’ll always forgive you. I love you Draco Malfoy.” I said. Draco pulled me in for a gentle and loving kiss. Something we both desperately needed. 

“I promise, when all this is over I’m going to get you a ring and give you the perfect life you deserve.” He said and I smiled. 

“As long as you’re in my life, it is perfect.” I said and pecked his lips again. No matter what happens, as long as I still have Draco still in my life everything will be alright. He was the only thing I had left. He was the only one I really needed.

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[celestialinception]

When All is Right with the World

Summary: When the ministry issues a call out for the proving of blood status, Fred decides that it’s too dangerous for the Reader and him to be together, leading to unforeseen consequences.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Whump, brief mentions of torture, lots of angst. You know the drill.

A/n: This is set in Deathly Hallows after the golden trio have gone off Horcrux hunting. There will be a part two posted as well :)

Fred paced the flat, giving the appearance to George as if he was trying to wear a hole in the carpet. The clock on the wall chimed 6, startling the twins out of their thoughts. Both of them had been on edge since the Bill and Fleurs’ wedding, waiting for Deatheaters to turn up at their door at a moment’s notice. At this point, George could not remember the last time he had a good night’s sleep.

Fred resumed his pacing.

“Alright stop it, you’re going to do my bloody head in; stop walking.” Fred stopped. “Thank you. You know she’ll be back soon.” Y/n was due back from her shift at St. Mungo’s at any minute.

“I know. I know. That’s half the problem.”

George sighed. “So, you’re going to do it then?”

At that moment, Fred looked more tired than George had ever seen him. “I have to. I don’t have a choice.” Fred ran a hand over his eyes.

“Well you know how I feel on the subject but…”

“But nothing. I’ve told you why this has to happen.”

“And I’ve told you why we can make this work!”

Fred thought back to the conversation they last had on this topic earlier in the week.

“If she stays with us, she’s going to get hurt.”

“Look I get it. She’s my best friend as well. But at least if she is with us, she can have some protection.”

“Protection that will mean nothing if she gets targeted by a band of snatchers because she’s associating with blood traitors! She is better off as far away from us… and from me, as possible.”

“We can go and...”

“No. We can’t. She’s half-blood George, and her dad, the only one who could have proved her status mind, is dead. Besides, if they know she’s with me, they’ll target her to get me to spill information on Harry. For both of their sakes I can’t.” Fred looked out of the kitchen entryway back to their room where Y/n was sleeping.

“You’re not thinking this through. There are ways of hiding people.”

“You and I both know that that won’t work…”

Fred came back to the present and shook his head, “It’s not going to happen George, I’ve made up my mind.”

“You’re being a git! If you’d just think for once instead of being a bloody impulsive-”

“I WON’T HAVE HER DIE BECAUSE OF ME!” Fred’s voice cracked.

Unbeknownst to the twins, the door behind them creaked open as the third occupant of their flat walked in.

“I can’t..”

“Fred? Are you alright?” Y/n stood in the doorway, coat in hand, anxiously peering between the two of them. Fred felt as though an icy two-ton ball had just been dropped into his stomach.

“George, can you leave us alone for a minute please.”

George tried to protest.

“Please, George.”

Fred looked him dead in the eye and George, seeing that his twin would not be swayed from his decision, got up and headed towards their back door. He gave Y/n a small, sad smile, before he disappeared into the night.

“Fred, why did George look like that? What’s going on?”

Fred steeled himself for what had to be done. While he was turned away from Y/n it was easier to pretend he was emotionally shut off from the situation.

“We need to have a talk.”

“Are you okay? Did something happen?” Fred grimaced to himself and turned around.

“I think we need to talk about… us.” This is the only way to do it. The only way she’ll actually leave.

“Alright,” Y/n sat down on the couch, still holding onto her coat. Her fingers were twisting the belt. “Shoot.”

Fred took a deep breath, “I think it might be time that we stop this.”

“Stop what?”

“Our relationship. I want to see other people.”

“Other.. What? Are you serious?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Oh, wait a minute. No, no, no, no, this isn’t about other people. This is about me getting hurt isn’t it.” Y/n paused for a minute, as if she was expecting Fred to nod yes emphatically and ask for forgiveness. He wanted to.

“I told you I’m not…”

Fred lied through his teeth, “This isn’t about that. I don’t want to be in this relationship anymore.”

She was beginning to look hurt now, he pressed on. “I don’t want to be tied down anymore. This is not working for me. I’m tired of this,” he gestured between them

“But you said that-” Break it off now quick like ripping off a plaster.

“I don’t love you anymore.” He heard her quick intake of breath.

She then started to laugh. It was high and sharp and completely unbecoming to her.

“You’re joking right now. I know you are, and George is going to pop out any minute, but I can tell you, this is not funny.” She got up from the couch and moved closer to him. Her finger poked him in the chest. “You can stop the charade now. You’re not like this, you’re not this cruel. If this is not about trying to protect me and this is a joke you need to stop now. It’s not funny and it hurts.”

Her eyes were shining with tears. It took all his strength not to pull her closer, but to instead move away.

“This is not a prank. I’m being honest. I’m done.”

“Can I get an actual reason why?” Because this is for your own good.

“I’ve changed. I don’t love you anymore. You are not a person that I want to keep in my life. I want to find someone who can actually do that for me.” Lies, Lies, Lies.

“Oh. And you’re sure about that?”

He almost choked, “Positive.”

“Well then” She was avoiding looking into his eyes. “I guess we’re done then.”

She looked at the wall and he stared at his feet, fearing that if he saw her eyes or trembling lip the whole charade would come crashing down.

Her voice was tight and shaky, “If you give me half an hour I can be out of here with my stuff.”

He nodded, still not looking at her. He walked to the door, and opened it, the cool night air chilling him.

“Say goodbye to George for me.”

He looked through the doorway to see her one last time, standing with her back facing him, the yellow light from the kitchen giving her an almost otherworldly glow.

Before he lost resolve he shut the door, and walked away, leaving her behind.

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Y/n held her breath, ears straining for the sound of branches cracking from outside her tent. She silently cursed as the now falling snow would muffle the footsteps of any passers-by, making it even more difficult to escape if the snatchers uncovered her hiding spot.

After the ministry had issued the call out for the proving of blood status, Y/n had begun to move from place to place, only stopping for the night, and always leaving before daybreak. With Fred out of the picture, there had been nothing holding her to London, and so she had set off, staying at little inns under false names, trying to destroy any trail she may be unintentionally creating.

Despite creating distance between herself and London, Fred still managed to pop himself into her thoughts no matter where she went. On one rather depressing occasion, she mistook a muggle in the street for him, and when she got back to her bed at the tavern, spent the rest of the evening drinking down a particularly big bottle of firewhisky.

She hadn’t forgiven him. That, she was very firm to maintain with herself. Not only what he’d done but how he had done it, had hurt, and Y/n was adamant that she would never let that happen again.

But despite not forgiving him she still had relapses in missing the life she had had. The evenings at the Leaky Cauldron after they were both too tired from work to actually cook. Sitting in the twin’s office gleefully testing out their new projects. The peaceful breakfasts when the shop had to open early, where the streets outside were calm, and lamps were still shining mutedly through the morning mist. Those mornings had been her favourite, where all had seemed to be right in her world. And now her mornings were spent on the run avoiding snatchers.

It was pitch black in her tent, and Y/n closed her eyes, concentrating on trying to make out the soft sounds outside. In the last couple of towns she had stayed in, she had caught glimpses of snatchers, and when she saw them in the last inn she was staying at, had folded up her small bag of luggage and apparated to the next town over. On the outskirts of the town was a dense forest, and so after purchasing a tent from a nearby muggle camping shop, she hiked up into the woods praying that she would be so deeply concealed that the snatchers would give up.

A rustle on her left made her inhale sharply, and Y/n bit her lip in an effort not to make a sound. Then she heard them.

“How long we gonna be Scabior? I’m just ‘bout freezin’ my bloody pants off out here. I don’t think the girl’s around. We would have seen her by now.”

“We are goin’ to be as long as it takes. I know she’s ‘round here. There were footprints ‘bout a mile back.”

Shit. Y/n had placed concealment charms around the campsite, but she must have forgotten to clear-out her tracks from earlier. She had made the tent invisible, but she had not had time to cast a muffliato charm before they came closer. She didn’t dare speak now, not when they were so close.

“We’ll canvas the area a little longer, and ‘en we’ll go. If my source’s right, she’s the girlfriend of one o’ the Weasleys.” Scabior spat on the ground, “Filthy little blood trai’ors they are. But she’ll be good leverage for them to spill on Potter’s whereabouts. The dark lord will be most pleased. And then they’ll be a nice little reward for those who helped bring that about.” The group murmured in agreeance and continued trudging their way around Y/n’s campsite.

Once they were far enough away, Y/n performed the muffliato spell and began packing up her things in the tent. She needed to move, now. If she got caught there was no one coming to rescue her.

“I don’t think she’s here, Scabior.” Another voice Y/n had not heard before spoke up. There were at least three snatchers then. They were making their way back through the site and her escape was becoming more necessary by the minute. She would never be able to get past three of them.

“Well ‘en, I s’pose we can..” The tent shook slightly as Scabior fell down. With icy dread she realised he had fallen over one of her guy ropes. “Wha’ the.. There’s somethin’ invisible ‘round ‘ere!”

They were going to find her. Dread filled her as she knew she needed to do everything in her power to save Harry. Y/n acted on instinct.

Out of the tip of her wand, the form of a beautiful, shining unicorn appeared and bowed its head. Y/n spoke lowly and quickly.

“George, I have been, or will soon be, caught by snatchers.” She inhaled sharply, trying to stop the fear in her voice. “They are going to use me to get to Fred and Harry. They still think we’re together and they’re coming for you at the Burrow. Get Fred and yourself out of there and don’t tell them anything! Protect Harry at all costs, he’s the only one who can get us out of this.” Her voice nearly broke “Please be careful. Tell Fred I...” Y/n screamed as two hands grabbed her from behind and began to pull her out of the tent. The unicorn ran off, fading through the wall of the tent.

“Now look what we ‘ave ‘ere.” Y/n wand was ripped out of her hands. “I think we just found the key to mister Pottah. Stand up there pre’tty, I ‘aven’t got all day.”

Y/n was forced to her feet.

“Now look at that. Not too shabby for a thief.” Scabior trained his wand on her.

“I’m not a..”

“Save it, pre’tty. No point denyin’ that you stole your magic.”

“I’m half-blood. My father was..” Y/n was cut off again, this time by one of the other snatchers.

“Don’t matter what your father was, unless he can come and explain to the ministry that you’re his daughter. But wait, he can’t. ‘Cause he’s dead.” He chuckled nastily. “But that’s not the most important thing right now love, we’ve got another purpose for you.”

Scabior was growing impatient. “Rookwood, grab ‘er and let’s go. We’re goin’ to take her to Malfoy’s.”

“Right you are then,” With a flick of his wand, ropes tied around Y/n’s feet, hands, and mouth. Every time Y/n struggled they grew tighter.

“You’d best stop with that, or you might not ‘ave hands and feet by the time we are done with you. Although you might not ‘ave ‘em even without the ropes.” The snatchers laughed as Y/n was secured and her ropes held onto by Rookwood. With a stinking warm breath, he simpered in her ear, “Hold on tight.” Y/n couldn’t suppress the shudder that ran down her back.

They disapparated away from the camp.

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The Burrow was quiet. Without the usual hubbub of everyone in the family going on with their day to day activities, the house was almost silent, with the only noises to be heard being Molly’s knitting needles. Fred did not like it at all.

With the shops business being reduced to Owl-orders, the twins had had more time to visit their family. George was currently upstairs twiddling with a new design, and Fred assumed his father was playing again with the muggle radio he had gotten for his birthday. Fred himself was distractedly musing over accounts, one of the only terrible parts of his job. Still, it was a way to pass the time. It was all he seemed to do these days, work, sleep and sometimes talk on Lee’s show Potterwatch.

The clock chimed 9;30 against the silence, and Fred put his head in his hands. He contemplated going up to bed, but upon remembering his argument with George earlier in the evening, decided against it.

George had snapped at him after Fred had only distractedly listened as he listed the new modifications he was planning for one of the new products. He had rounded on Fred, telling him he was bloody useless while he was so hung up on feeling sorry for himself and that if he was going to keep being a prat, the least he could do was fake interest in their livelihood. Fred had then immediately bit back, which had ended in a full-out argument between the two. Arthur had stepped in after they had started to shove each other around, and Molly had ordered them to go to other ends of the house, to which the twins had no issue with doing. Fred had been at the kitchen table doing accounts since.

The clattering of knitting needles on the wooden table shook Fred out of his reverie.

“Alright, you and I need to have a talk” Molly Weasley pulled out a chair opposite to her son.

“You and George don’t argue. And what your father and I saw up there was not usual.”

“We argue all the time. That’s what siblings do.”

“Yes, but not like this. And this has been happening a lot lately. Is this about Y/n?”

“Mum…” Fred sighed dejectedly

“Is it? Because I know George misses her so I can’t imagine how you are feeling.” She gave him a pointed look. Fred started to defend himself, but she cut him off,

“Cut it out Fred, I know you didn’t break up with her because you didn’t love her anymore. I saw the way you two looked at each other. It was the way your father looks at me.” She smiled at him softly.

Fred got frustrated then. Why can’t they understand?

“I had to Mum, she’s in enough danger as it is. There’s no one to vouch for her blood status. I had to, for her sake. She would never have gone if I didn’t make up another excuse.”

“But dear, why not…”

“He would have used her to get to me and to Harry. He would have tortured her Mum. Maybe even killed her. How could I live with myself knowing that she died because of me? At least now she has a chance of escape.” Tears were in his eyes now.

Molly sighed. She stood up and walked around the table.

“Stand up,” he looked at her in disbelief, “Come on, up you get.”

He stood up and she drew him into a hug,

“Listen to me. I know you did what you thought was best, but I think it’s time you go and straighten this all out. Just because there is a chance of something happening it doesn’t mean it will necessarily happen. We are always, always stronger when we are together. And at least you will be able to protect her then. Just, tell me you’ll think about it?”

He pulled out of her embrace and slowly nodded. Her eyes were sad as she looked up at him.

“Now, I think you should go and talk to your brother. Despite what you may have been thinking, he is not actually mad, he’s just having a hard time of it, just like you. Go talk to him.”

“Yes Mum.” He gave her a quick hug once more. “Thank you”

“No problem, dear. Go on, up you go.” She shooed him out of the kitchen.

Fred climbed up to the landing where their shared room was.

“George?” he knocked on the door. After hearing George’s admittance, he twisted the doorknob and walked into the room.

“Look mate, I’m sorry I…” Fred trailed off as he took in the large translucent Patronus that was in his and George’s room. “When did this….?”

“Just now.” George was stunned.

The Unicorn’s mouth opened, and Y/n’s voice rang out,

“George, I have been, or will soon be, caught by snatchers.”

Fred’s pulse began to quicken as fear gripped him like a vice. “Oh my god.”

He could hear her breathing quickly, the fear in her voice shook him to the core.

“They are going to use me to get to Fred and Harry. They still think we’re together and they’re coming for you at the burrow. Get Fred out of there and don’t tell them anything! Protect Harry at all costs, he’s the only one who can get us out of this.”

George looked from the Patronus to Fred, his expression shocked.

They turned their attention back to the Patronus as Y/n’s voice cracked. Fred could tell she was crying.

“Please be careful. Tell Fred I…” The Unicorn opened its mouth and let out Y/n’s piercing scream before fading away into nothingness.

The desk chair flipped over as George stood up out of it so quickly.

Their voices rang out in unison, “We need to go.”

The twins ran out down the flight of stairs. Fred’s heart was in his throat. I shouldn’t have sent her away

Molly began to shout from the floor below “Boys! For Merlin’s sake what are you…” She stopped as the two bounded into the kitchen.

Fred spoke out, “Y/n is in trouble, she’s been caught by snatchers. We need to go.”

Molly’s eyes flickered between the twins, searching for answers, “What do you mean she’s been caught by snatchers?”

“I just got a Patronus from her. They are taking her to get information on Harry.” George answered his mother, “They’re coming for Fred. We need to go and save her, and we need you to cover for us.” He gestured between Molly and Arthur who had just walked into the kitchen.

Arthur looked at his wife. “If Y/n was taken by snatchers they would have gone to Malfoy Manor. That’s a base of operations for them.”

Molly tried to interject, “Arthur we can’t-“

“Molly, the boys are right, they will suspect them coming if all of us are gone. We can track how they are doing with the clock.” Arthur gestured to the tall grandfather clock that was sitting in the living room, “If they get in trouble, then we apparate in and get them out quickly.”

Molly was still not convinced.

“But..”

Fred slammed his fist down on the table. “The longer we wait the more time they have to do something to her.” He looked at George, “We are going now. Tell Bill to be ready to come and back us up. Either George or I will send a Patronus if things start to get bad. George, let’s go.”

The twins stood back ready to apparate when Mr. Weasley stopped them.

“Get in and out quickly, don’t let them see you. Sneak in from the back and stick together. If anything at all goes wrong, you send word immediately; Understand?”

The twins nodded solemnly. They stepped back from the table, nodded to each other, and apparated out of the Burrow.

Arthur took Molly into his arms. He murmured into her hair, “They’ll be fine. I’ll call around for back-up. Just keep an eye on the clock.”

Molly nodded and once Arthur left the room, picked up her knitting and went and sat in the lounge directly opposite the clock. It was going to be a long night.

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The cold lights burned harshly at Y/n’s eyes as she was transported into Malfoy Manor. Rookwood, who had kept his grip tight on the ropes binding her hands, threw her down onto the cold marble floor, walking away with her wand still tight in his grasp.

Y/n landed poorly, and pain seared through her side and shoulder. She tried to move back to her feet, but the ropes only grew tighter. She tried to slow down her breathing, don’t panic that won’t get you anywhere. Just keep breathing, nice and slow.

A sharp, cool voice echoed around the marbled hall, “What is the meaning of all this commotion? Who is the girl?”

From Y/n’s spot on the floor, she saw the figure of Lucius Malfoy walk through to the snatchers.

“This girl’s the key to findin’ Pottah! She’s one of the Weasley twins’ girlfriends. He’ll have to give us the whereabouts of Pottah when he sees how bad we’ve bloodied her up.” Scabior replied gleefully, seeming to take great joy in the pain she was about to be afflicted with.

Lucius took interest immediately, “Sounds like you might have actually done something correctly for once. I’m assuming she’s not pureblood, and that no one is coming to help her? I trust I won’t have an invasion on my hands Scabior, because if I do I will be most displeased. ”

“No, she’s got no connections, we should be…”

While this exchange was occurring Y/n had managed to relax enough to let the ropes around her mouth fall down onto her chin. She had to make an attempt to keep them away from Fred.

“He won’t talk, you know. We broke up. Months ago. He would never betray Harry, especially not for me. Bad luck guys, you’ve got the wrong girl.” Y/n stated this with a false sense of bravado.

“Ha! Listen to ‘er.” Rookwood crouched down and lifted her chin higher. His foul breath wafted into her face as she tried to squirm away. The ropes around her got tighter and were becoming very uncomfortable now.

“Even if I believed you - which I don’t- I still know you’ve known those identical weasels for years. They don’t have it in ‘em to let ya die. Won’t stop me though. And I might get to have a bit of fun while I do it” His grip became tight on her jaw.

“Rookwood,” Lucius summoned Rookwood back to their conversation, “You can play with your new toy later.” He addressed Scabior and the other snatcher, “Go to that pigsty they call a house and tell them we have the girl. Bring this..” He stalked over to one of the side tables and picked up one of two silver two-way mirrors, “That way you can show that you actually have her.”

“Who made you-“

Lucius made an impatient sound, “If you have a better plan then by all means go ahead, but as it is my house and this is the only way of not having to transport her, or one of them here, I suggest you do as I say.”

Scabior opened his mouth to speak, and obviously thinking better of it, shut it again and nodded mutely.

“Very well. Get going then.” Lucius waved Scabior and the nameless snatcher off, and in a blink of an eye, they were gone.

Rookwood remained, uncomfortably close to Y/n. Lucius turned to him, “I do believe it would speed negotiations along if you damaged her a little before they see her.” Rookwood’s eyes shone in glee. “Don’t make too much of a mess. I’ll be back soon to check on your progress.” He turned on his heel and once checking that the second mirror was placed carefully on the mantlepiece, walked out of the hall.

Y/n’s unkempt hair and dirt-covered clothes were easily visible in the mirror. They had put her right on display for one of the most sickening exhibitions in the world. Her reflection was gone as Rookwood stalked over to her, a shining silver knife in his grasp.

It was becoming very difficult not to panic now.

“You see, pretty, Cruciatus curse really won’t do the trick for what we’re tryin’ to achieve here.” He knelt down on the floor, “We gotta make you look the part. Now, anytime you want ta’ tell me something about mister Potter you can go right ahead, and we can stop this unpleasantness. I won’t lie and say I’ll be relieved to stop carvin’, but it’ll definitely be a lot easier for you.”

“You’ll never get anything out of me.” Y/n spat in his face.

He grinned, seemingly not to be angered by the act of disrespect, “Excellent”

Rookwood gently bought the knife down and sliced under her collar bone. Y/n writhed in pain, tears streaming as she started to scream.