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I have no other works planned to release after this. It's time for me to start focusing on my original stories again. Thank you all for reading these and I hope you enjoyed the journey as much as I did.

Content warning: attempted murder and taunting

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Chapter 12

Respect of the Universe

The walk was hard and eventually Sebastian had to help Ominis get you to the lake. They knelt you down at the water's edge.

Sighing from the relief of getting off your legs, you looked out on the dark water as the rain slowed.

"How are you doing?" Ominis asked, drawing your attention.

"I'm just tired." You admitted as you leaned forward, slipping your hand into the water, magically calling out to any nearby creatures.

A calm feeling enveloped you as you allowed all of the magic you held to drain into the water as a tentacle wrapped around your hand, startling you for a second. Two eyes looked up at you from under the water as a familiar, albeit smaller, creature appeared.

"Isn't that the giant squid living in the Black lake in our time?" Sebastian asked softly.

You remember the tentacles reaching out of the water as you were in flying class, making you smile. It was as if the squid was waving at an old friend.

"Not quite so giant right now," Anne replied, with a chuckle.

The golden light filled the water around your hand, but the squid just watched you for a moment judging how you changed the magic.

You watched it worriedly until it playfully splashed water at you, before you felt your energy quickly draining as the color started to stain the water.

The strength you had slowly gotten used to while holding the magic was slipping away, getting your eyes to flicker close.

"Remember our promise," Ominis whispered thinking the worst was happening.

Smiling as much as you could, you rested your head against his. "I won't forget."

He let out a sharp exhale when you met his eyes, but he could see how tired you were getting.

When the squid splashed the water again, both of you looked back, seeing the burns on your arm had completely healed, while the water turned white and appeared like your body was soaking it up.

Godric chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "It seems the universe decided your worth the magic Salazar stole. It's giving it back."

You thought you'd go back to being magicless, you had mentally prepared yourself for leaving Hogwarts and living life as a muggle.

The squid let out a soft noise as it tightened its tentacle.

"Thank you," you whispered, never realizing how much you wanted your magic until you no longer had it.

The squid slowly let go and slipped further into the water, giving you a wave like movement before completely disappearing into the dark lake.

Pulling your hand from the water, you looked at it, realizing you no longer felt exhausted.

"You look better." Sebastian teased as you moved to stand, only needing Ominis to steady you when you slipped on a particularly wet rock.

"I understand the water, but why did the squid?"

You looked back at Rowena. "It had to be accepted back after being judged at how damaged it was from the people who held it."

"That's why the wizard who took it couldn't return it?" Anne asked.

"Yeah, he twisted the magic with his greed and eventually his guilt, so he had to seal it away. Without emotions to feed on, it went dormant."

"Until Salazar kept trying to get to it," Godric added, staring out into the water.

You nodded. "The magic would have eventually been taken by Salazar, so it reached out in desperation for the magic that was equivalent to his, finding nothing until we showed up."

"And Salazar?" Helga asked, stepping forward. "I doubt he'll stop-"

"I took all of his magic," you admitted, earning surprise from the founders. "It was the only way I could ensure I didn't mess with the future by killing him."

"And us?" Sebastian asked softly. "We still don't have a way to get back to our time."

"We do actually," you replied, smiling at the water. "As a gift, a portal home will open when we return to the cave we arrived in."

Everyone fell quiet for a moment as the breeze moved through, giving you a chill.

"Did the universe bring us here on purpose?" Anne asked, pulling her robes closer to her.

"I have no idea, but things could have gone a lot worse if we hadn't come here."

Ominis sighed, shifting his weight to his other foot while he stood. "What happened to an uneventful sixth year?"

He held out his hand, which you took. "I guess we had something else planned for us."

He pulled you up to your feet.

"When will you four leave?" Godric asked, drawing everyone's attention.

"Did you get attached to us?" You teased, getting his eyes to roll.

"Not at all, I just didn't think it's a good idea to go at night."

Helga snickered and slapped him on the back. "You're a liar." She looked at the four of you. "You remind him of us back when we first met."

"I can see that," Sebastian laughed as the group moved to head up towards the school.

Ominis fell into step with you, before entwining his fingers with yours. "I'm glad you're okay."

You nudged his shoulder. "Back at you, Omni."

The four of you decided to wait a little bit to see what Salazar was going to do, but he went deep into hiding and vanished, just like the history books said.

So, now the four of you were walking towards your destination, it was a nice day. As you entered the cave, you saw the swirl of magic come to life.

"Let's hope your parents and Fig didn't hunt down every possible lead to find us," Sebastian teased.

Rolling your eyes, you moved close, motioning for your friends to go first.

Sebastian gave an exaggerated 'thank you' before you just shoved him through, his laughter echoing after him.

Anne stepped through next, giving you a smile.

Ominis stepped up and grabbed your hand, telling you that he was wanting to go through with you.

You grabbed his hand and turned toward the portal, until something grabbed you and shoved Ominis forward.

You were sent flying into the cave wall, hitting your head hard.

"You're not going anywhere," Salazar hissed as he flipped you on your back while his hands went around your neck, squeezing so tightly that you wanted to choke but couldn't.

You tried to reach for your wand, but he was pinning it with his leg. So, you reached for something to help and found a rock.

You grabbed it just as the corners of your eyes started to darken and smacked him in the side of the head.

He growled as he fell off you and you coughed so harshly it sent pain through your chest and throat.

Knowing you couldn't stay here, you rolled over and ran towards the portal. "Your own greed lead to this Salazar. Enjoy living as a muggle."

You heard him move to give chase as you jumped through, knocking into the three of them who were trying to find a way back in.

The portal closed up instantly as the four of you fell to the ground.

"What happened?"

You were a little busy gasping and coughing as Ominis pressed his hand down on your head, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Salazar-" Was all you were able to choke out.

"What are you three doing here?"

The three of them looked over as Fig made his way down the side of the crater with Richard Jordon following.

"Long story," Ominis said hurriedly. "Do you have any wiggenweld potion?"

He pulled a bottle from his pocket and handed it to him, noticing Ominis could see it.

"I have a feeling I missed a lot."

Ominis moved you to drink the potion, trying to be careful not to drown you.

"How long have we been gone?" Sebastian asked, getting a funny look to pass between Fig and Richard.

"Gone? She just walked in and stopped the magic."

You finally calmed down, breathing heavily only due to the adrenaline leaving your system.

Fig moved closer to examine your face once he saw the blood. "Are you alright?"

"I will be," you answered, glad to be home.

Fig, Richard and Weasley stared at the four of you in silence as you relaxed in the chair.

Everything from the last couple weeks has been hectic. To be sitting safely in Weasley's office was a blessing.

"I'm glad to say your escapade into the past hasn't changed history from what you remember," Fig said, looking towards Richard. "Salazar still vanished from school when he did. There's no record of your names at all. I think the founders hid it for your safety."

"Well, given what you've been through, I think you can take the rest of the day off," Weasley said, giving the four of you a smile.

You stood and headed towards the door after the twins.

"Oh, try not to go anywhere you can't return from."

You chuckled as you walked out of the office. "I'll try to stay put."

"We can go to our spot?" Ominis offered, grabbing the twin's attention. "A little bit of relaxation after whatever the heck just happened."

"Alright."

Bathing in the sun felt good, even if it had the trilling of Sebastian and Anne playing nearby.

Ominis's tail curled around you, as he began to fall asleep.

Moving to get comfortable, he cracked an eye open.

"Is something wrong?"

You looked his way. "No, I'm just tired. I feel like I haven't slept in ages, but I can't seem to fall asleep."

"What's on your mind?"

You shifted your head to look his way. "You."

Now wide awake, he stretched his paws. "In a bad way or a good way?"

"Depends on how you take it," you admitted.

"That sounds worrying."

You gave him a push with your paw. "It's not, I'm just worrying about you. I know your aunt wanted to believe Salazar wasn't all about dark magic and learning this-"

"Is no different from what I expected, you don't have to worry about that. All that matters to me is that you're safe."

You lifted your head to meet his eyes. "Are you sure?"

He bumped his nose against yours, before shifting closer until he rested his head over your shoulders.

"Yes, I'm positive."

"What about you? Going through what you did, it was a lot."

Stretching you laid your head down. "I'm just going to file it in my bury deep and ignore it file."

"That's healthy," he replied sarcastically.

"It's better than thinking about it."

He grumbled, nudging you. "You can talk to me, I hope you know that."

Leaning into him, you relaxed. "I know Omni. I'm just- I never want to have that much power ever again."

"Careful, that's not very Slytherin of you."

Chuckling you moved your head out from under his, seeing his eyes shining in the light.

"Your eyes are still beautiful."

His head pressed into yours. "Thank you for granting my wish."

"It was a cute wish. I had to."

He chuckled as his eyes closed. "I have that other wish you could help me grant." His eyes sparkled as you looked at him. "Letting me see you everyday. Can we try to make sure that happens?"

"I don't know," you teased, shifting towards him. "I guess you're going to have to ask me tomorrow."

He stared at you for a moment, before giving an awkward shake of his head. He stood up sharply, the movement so fast you ended up rolling onto your back, where he began nudging at your stomach.

Laughing, you pawed at him to get him to stop and eventually he laid down beside you, allowing you to finish chuckling before you spoke.

"Why would you think I wouldn't want to spend my days with you?"

He sighed. "Well given what my family has done-"

"You're not your family. You're Ominis and all you've done since I came here is protected me. If that's not proof enough, I don't know what is."

"Yeah, but it's still a stain on everything."

You rolled his way, as he rested his head on the ground to stop himself from saying more.

"Only because you're allowing it to be. I don't hold you accountable for your family's actions. I love you. Not because because you're a Gaunt, but because you're Ominis."

He rolled onto your paws, getting you to laugh as he rested his head on them, not that it really fit.

"I love you too, I hope you know that."

"I do," you whispered, resting your head on his neck.

Your ear swished as you caught the sound of Sebastian and Anne running over, both of you straightened up to look.

"What'd you two do now?" Ominis asked, trying to get his tone to sound disappointed, but he couldn't quite get it right.

Sebastian's eyes danced between you two. "Should we be asking you two that?"

All those times he interrupted you and Ominis, it felt like payback was in order.

You looked at Ominis, who glanced at you, just before both of you jumped to your feet and ran at him.

He turned and bolted, so both of you gave chase, with Anne closely following telling her brother he had it coming before laughing.

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braveclementine · 4 months

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Chapter 19

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

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

"𝕯𝖔𝖇𝖇𝖞. . . 𝕯𝖔𝖇𝖇𝖞. . . 𝕯𝖔𝖇𝖇𝖞!" Harry's voice kept calling out the dead elfs name. I didn't even have a chance to say or do a single thing to save the elf. I could only sink to my knees by Harry's side, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Bill, Fleur, Dean, and Luna came over after some time, probably to assess if we were hurt since we weren't moving.

Harry noticed them and said, "Hermione? Where is she?"

"Ron's taken her inside. She'll be all right." Bill said softly. He glanced over at me, then back to the dead house elf in Harry's arms.

Harry looked down at Dobby before pulling the sharp, sleek blade from his chest. He pulled his coat off, covering the small, childlike body with it.

Bill made a few orders of the others. Dean helped Griphook into the house, Fleur hurrying after them.

"We can bury him." Bill said gently to Harry.

"Uh huh." Harry agreed, sounding distant.

"Just give him a moment." I mumbled, wiping away the tears that were forming in my eyes. I really hated my pregnancy hormones.

"I want to do it properly." Harry suddenly spoke. His voice was strained, full of pain, sorrow, grief, and guilt. "Not by magic. Have you got a spade?"

Bill said nothing, only standing to go and retrieve the said spade, before returning to give it to Harry.

I waited outside with Harry, the pregnancy spell having dropped since I was no longer apparating. I felt rather large as I sat there, on the rock, but I wanted to be here, since I couldn't help. Besides, I was going to have to sit through many more of these, I was going to have to get used to it.

Eventually, Ron, Dean, and Trang joined us. Trang didn't have Remus in her arms, so I had a based assumption that my son was in the house.

"How's Hermione?" Harry spoke the first words since Bill had left us alone.

"Better, Fleur's looking after her." Ron responded, before the two young men simply jumped down into the hole with spades to help Harry finish the grave. Trang meanwhile, sat down beside me, resting her head on my shoulder. She had never met Dobby, but she knew how much the house-elf meant to Harry and me.

When they were done with the grave, Harry wrapped Dobby up tighter in his jacket, Ron gave him his shoes and socks, while Dean placed a hat on his head. I slowly undid the scarf that was around my neck, handing it to Harry, who helped put it around his neck. Trang produced gloves, which were placed upon Dobbys' hands.

"We should close his eyes." Luna said softly. I flinched a little, my back having been towards them. I turned to see that Bill, Fleur, Hermione, Ron, Luna, and Trang were all there, Trang holding Remus in her arms. I felt a sudden, unwarranted stab of anger at Ollivander and Griphook. They should've been out here for Dobby's burial.

Luna knelt down, her fingers moving Dobby's eyelids until they covered his glassy, unseeing eyes. I was suddenly struck funny by the realization that Dobbys' eyes were green. Maybe the universe had something against green eyes and they just all needed to die.

Harry and Dean climbed out of the grave, looking down at the small body. I wondered if it would feel the same, looking at Dad and Tonks. . . No they'll be fine. They'll be fine. I tried to convince myself, forcing myself to focus solely on Dobby. I had had a plan and Dobby simply had not worn the shielded clothes I'd created. Dad and Tonks and Severus would be different, I would deal with them directly, not second-hand.

"I think we ought to say something. I'll go first, shall I?" Luna said, and then without waiting for a response, said, "Thank you so much, Dobby, for rescuing me from that cellar. It's so unfair that you had to die, when you were so good and brave. I'll always remember what you did for us. I hope you're happy now."

"Yeah. . . thanks, Dobby." Ron murmured.

"Thanks." Dean followed.

"Good-bye Dobby." Harry said in a tight voice.

Bill lifted the dirt with his wand, letting it settle into the hole, forming a mound of sorts.

"D'you mind if I stay here a moment?" Harry asked as the others started to make their way back to the house.

"Sure." Bill murmured, patting Harry on the shoulder.

I hesitated, looking down at the rock I had been carving into a headstone with words carved into it. When I had been writing the words on it, they had made sense in my head, painting me a picture of sadness and yet love at the same time. Now, staring at the words, they didn't make any sense:

𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝒹𝑜 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝑒 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃, 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝐸𝓍𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓁𝓎

I scoffed silently to myself and dropped the rock in the dirt, walking past Harry, joining the others in the house, leaving my words to wear away for years to come.

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𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖞 standing in the foyer of Griphooks bedroom when Harry came up the stairs with Bill, Ron and Hermione. I went to stand aside, but Harry shook his head. "I want your advice in here."

I glanced over at Hermione, who gave me a small smile.

"In here." Bill said, opening up the door to his and Fleurs' room. It was a beautiful room, with colours that matched the sea and sand outside. I realized now that I had never actually been to the sea, though I had always longed to go. I supposed I could make the most of this visit, though I now wished it was with Severus and Dad as well.

Hermione took a seat besides the dressing table, Ron sitting on the arm of the chair. Harry moved to the window, turning his back to the beautiful view outside to lean against the sill, his arms across his chest. The familiar flicker of pain in his eyes told me that his scar was hurting again. I'm sure if I had still been wearing our mums' locket, I would've felt the same pain against my chest.

Bill came into the room with Griphook in his arms, gently putting him down on the bed and Bill left without another word. Now that Griphook was in the room, I decided to sit on the loveseat, the babies in my stomach kicking hard now. I put a hand against my stomach, rubbing it gently, hoping it would soothe them.

"I'm sorry to take you out of bed. How are your legs?" Harry asked.

"Painful. But mending."

I looked at the Gryffindor sword that the goblin held in his hands, clutching it with reluctance, as though he already knew what we were asking for, though I knew that wasn't the case.

"You probably don't remember-" Harry started, but Griphook interrupted.

"-that I was the goblin who showed you to your vault, the first time you ever visited Gringotts? I remember, Harry Potter. Even amongst goblins, you are very famous." There was a long silence, where the two of them seemed to be sizing each other up. I knew who won when Griphook continued, "You buried the elf. I watched you from the window of the bedroom next door."

I bit my tongue to keep from saying something I wouldn't regret. I wouldn't even have to feel that I needed to berate him for not showing up to the funeral if I had just been able to save Dobbys' life.

"Yes."

"You are an unusual wizard, Harry Potter."

Harry rubbed his scar as he questioned, "In what way?"

"You dug the grave."

"So?"

Griphook didn't answer, so I did.

"Certain ah, species don't expect Wizards to take the time for a proper burial for those we are supposed to see as 'below us.'"

Griphook gave me a look that said he didn't like my way of explaining it, but it had been the nicest way of putting it that I had been able to see.

"Griphoook, I need to ask-"

"You also rescued a goblin."

"What?"

"You brought me here. Saved me."

"Well, I take it you're not sorry?" I heard the impatience in Harry's voice.

"No, Harry Potter, but you are a very odd wizard."

"Right. Well I need some help, Griphook, and you can give it to me. I need to break into a Gringotts vault."

Ron and Hermione looked at Harry like he had gone mad, while Harry's eyes flickered just a bit. I hoped he wasn't in too much pain, but that was a big hope.

"Harry-" Hermione started, but was interrupted immediately by the goblin.

"Break into a Gringotts vault? Impossible."

"No, it isn't. It's been done." Ron quickly backed Harry up.

"Yeah, the same day I first met you, Griphook. My birthday, seven years ago." There had to be some sort of poetic justice to that.

"The vault in question was empty at the time." The goblin snapped, clearly offended. "Its protection was minimal."

"Well, the vault we need to get into isn't empty, and I'm guessing its protection will be pretty powerful. It belongs to the Lestranges."

If Hermione and Ron hadn't been looking at him like he had a screw loose before, they most certainly were now, as they exchanged a glance.

"You have no chance. No chance at all. If you seek beneath our floors, a treasure that was never yours-"

"Thief, you have been warned, beware- yeah I know, I remember," Harry interrupted "But I'm not trying to get myself any treasure, I'm not trying to take anything for personal gain. Can you believe that?"

"If there was a wizard of whom I would believe that they did not seek personal gain, it would be you, Harry Potter. Goblins and elves are not used to the protection or the respect that you have shown this night. Not from wand-carriers."

"Wand-carriers." Harry repeated.

"The right to carry a wand, has long been contested between wizards and goblins."

"Well, goblins can do magic without wands." Ron replied.

"That is immaterial! Wizards refuse to share the secrets of wandlore with other magical beings, they deny us the possibility of extending our powers!"

"Well, goblins won't share any of their magic either, you won't tell us how to make swords and armor the way you do. Goblins know how to work metal in a way wizards have never-"

"It doesn't matter. This isn't about wizards versus goblins or any other sort of magical creature-

Griphooks laugh made the hairs on my arms stand up. "But it is, it is about precisely that! As the Dark Lord becomes ever more powerful, your race is set still more firmly above mine! Gringotts falls under Wizarding rule, house-elves are slaughtered, and who amongst the wand-carriers protests?"

"We do! We protest! And I'm hunted quite as much as any goblin or elf, Griphook! I'm a Mudblood!"

I felt uncomfortable with both her words and the way she sat up straight, her eyes bright and passionate. I physically cringed where I sat, feeling weird about it.

"Don't call yourself-"

"Why shouldn't I? Mudblood, and proud of it! I've got no higher position under this new order than you have, Griphook! It was me they chose to torture, back at the Malfoys'!"

I thought for effect she might pull her robe arm up, to show where Bellatrix had carved the word 'Mudblood' into her arm. Considering that would've had greater effect to punctuate her words. Instead, she simply showed the thin line across her neck, not to deep, and already healed into a scab.

And don't get me wrong, I'm sure that hurt like a bitch. But I feel that the dramatic effect would've been a lot better.

"Did you know that it was Harry who set Dobby free? Did you know that we've wanted elves to be freed for years?" Ron fidgeted and I rolled my eyes. "You can't want You-Know-Who defeated more than we do, Griphook!"

True. I definitely wanted revenge for my parents and for ripping my entire family apart.

"What do you seek within the Lestranges' vault? The sword that lies inside of it is a fake. This is the real one. I think that you already know this. You asked me to lie for you back there."

"But the fake sword isn't the only thing in that vault is it? Perhaps you've seen the other things in there?"

"It is against our code to speak of the secrets of Gringotts. We are the guardians of fabulous treasures. We have a duty to the objects placed in our care, which were, so often, wrought by our fingers."

He stroked the sword as he spoke, his beady black eyes darting between the four of us.

"So young, to be fighting so many."

"Will you help us?" Harry asked. I could hear a baby start to cry downstairs and knew that I needed to depart. "We haven't got a hope of breaking in without a goblins' help. You're our one chance."

"I shall. . . think about it." Griphook said.

"But-"

"Thank you." Harry said softly.

"I think, that the Skele-Gro has finished its work. I may be able to sleep at last. Forgive me. . ."

"Yeah, of course." Harry said, leaning forward and taking the sword of Gryffindor from where Griphook had laid it down. The four of us left the room, my skin prickling as I turned my back to the goblin.

"Little git, he's enjoying keep us hanging."

"Harry, are you saying what I think you're saying?" The crying grew louder. "Are you saying there's a Horcrux in the Lestranges' vault?"

"Yes. Bellatrix was terrified when she thought we'd been in there, she was beside herself. Why? What did she think we'd seen, what else did she think we might have taken? Something she was petrified You-Know-Who would find out about."

"But I thought we were looking for places You-Know-Who's been, places he's done something important? Was he ever inside the Lestranges' vault?" Ron asked.

"I don't know whether he was ever inside Gringotts. He never had gold there when he was younger, because nobody left him anything. He would have seen the bank from the outside, though, the first time he ever went to Diagon Alley. I think he would have envied anyone who had a key to a Gringotts vault. I think he'd have seen it as a real symbol of belonging to the Wizarding world. And don't forget, he trusted Bellatrix and her husband. They were his most devoted servants before he fell, and they went looking for him after he vanished. He said it the night he came back, I heard him."

He rubbed his scar. Trang came up the stairs, carrying Remus, who had stopped crying so loudly, but still whimpering slightly.

"I don't think he'd have told Bellatrix it was a Horcrux, though. He never told Lucius Malfoy the truth about the diary. He probably told her it was a treasured possession and asked her to place it in her vault. The safest place in the world for anything you want to hide, Hagrid told me. . . except for Hogwarts."

"You really understand him." Ron said after a moment, as I took Remus into my arms. I bounced him just a little, before looking up.

"Well, and also Bellatrix and him had a daughter together." I said nonchalantly, without thinking really.

"He what?" Ron exclaimed vehemently and Trang choked out.

"I thought it was obvious." I said, then cooed to Remus, "Let's go down and play with toys." I turned and walked back down the stairs, Trang tailing me closely.

"What was that all about?" Trang asked. I explained the conversation to Trang as we made our way to the living room, before turning to other conversation as Bill came into the room.

"I suppose you can't tell me what you're doing here either?" Bill asked.

"Oh, actually, it's quite simple. You-Know-Who was going to be where Trang and I have been hiding out. We left hours prior to that visit, and I figured here was a good place. Sorry for the intrusion." I explained quickly, putting Remus down on the floor now that he'd stopped crying. I had brought a few of his favorite toys with us, and I put them down next to him now, which he immediately picked up and started to play with.

"It's alright, I'm just glad you guys are safe." Bill said, still surveying me as I gingerly sat down on the couch, putting a hand over my stomach. "Er- Snape?"

"Oh, uh yeah." I mumbled quietly, not meeting his eyes. "Twins, possibly."

It was silent for a moment and then Bill said. "I get it. I mean, not Snape, hearsay, but uh, the love part. . . it's hard to stop loving someone who already had your heart."

"Yeah, it is." I murmured.

"Your rooms are upstairs." Bill said. "We put you and Trang in with Hermione."

"Thank you, Bill." I said softly. "We appreciate it."

Bill nodded and then continued on his way.

"So what's the plan?" Trang asked lightly.

"We pretend we're on vacation. Spend our days down at the beach, help cook and clean so we're not overbearing guests, and then a week before Harry and the others leave for Gringotts, we'll leave for Hogwarts. The future there is a little fuzzy admittedly, but it seems like a sound plan."

"Understood. I'm going to go lay down, I'm pretty tired." Trang said softly, standing up. She squeezed my shoulder and headed upstairs.

I continued to sit in the living room, lost in thought, until Harry strode out of the house, Hermione and Ron tailing after him.

Flashes of visions played in my head. Severus was bustling down the steps of Hogwarts. . . meeting with Voldemort. . .Severus headed back up the stairs after Voldemort instructed him to do so. Severus would attempt to look out the window, see what the Dark Lord was doing, but he could not see him. . . he had casted a Disillusionment charm. And Harry was telling Ron and Hermione the same things I was seeing. Ron was bemoaning the fact that they hadn't gone after the wand.

But everything would work out somehow. I could see the vague image of a person finishing Voldemort inside Hogwarts. Which would most likely take place in June although I didn't know the exact date. It could even possibly be late May. I was only predicting June since all of our other escapades had happened in the last month of school.

I stood, gripping the couch arm as I felt the dizziness of doing so. Black dots danced across my vision and I waited until they were gone to move again. I made my way up the stairs and into the bedroom.

Trang was fast asleep and I saw that Bill had fashioned a makeshift crib in the corner for Remus. I laid my son down in the crib, putting the small blanket over him, tucking his favorite stuffed animal in with him.

"Goodnight sweetheart." I murmured, before climbing into the bed closest to him.

I fell asleep quickly, big green eyes imprinted against my eyelids and Dobby's voice echoing in my ears.

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cerulane · 14 days

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Severus se lie d’amitié avec un portrait accroché dans un coin sombre de la salle commune.

Série de plusieurs fanfics qui sont toutes assez longues.

La première nous présente donc le portrait, Nizar Slytherin. Le début de la fic est assez monotone car elle reprend la vie de Severus de son arrivée à Serpentard à 11 ans jusqu’au début du cinquième livre. Le portrait de Nizar n’a pas vraiment d’impact sur sa destinée et donc, on s’écarte peu de l’œuvre originale.

La suite est plus intéressante car si on sent qu’il y a un lien entre Nizar et Harry, on a du mal à savoir de quoi il s’agit. A la fois, c’est une évidence mais en même temps, l’auteur arrive à distiller des éléments qui font douter.

Les fics alternent entre un récit contemporain : l’impact de Nizar sur le temps d’Harry Potter et le guerre contre Voldemort et des récits sur le passé. J’étais plus investie sur l’histoire contemporaine et ai moins accrochée aux histoires dans le passé. Malgré tout, il était intéressant de découvrir l’arrivée de Nizar à Poudlard, la jeunesse de Rowena ou de Godric. Je ne suis pas férue d’histoire anglaise donc je ne suis pas capable de me prononcer sur l’exactitude du contexte historique de ces fics dans le passé. Mais l’auteur arrive à rendre crédible ces royaumes éclatés, ces dialectes différents et les évolutions des noms entre « l’origine » et la version restée dans l’histoire.

La fic sur Gryffondor est indiquée comme inachevée. On sait au final comment l’histoire va finir. Le dernier chapitre ferait une conclusion acceptable. Même si j’aimerais assister au dénouement de la guerre entre Godric et son oncle.

L’histoire contemporaine est également intéressante. Elle digresse parfois sur des mystères du passé : comment la suprématie des Sang-Pur s’est imposée, comment l’héritage de Serpentard a été dévoyé en un millénaire, comment les elfes, qui étaient libres, sont-ils devenus les elfes de maison. Le tout est bien amené et, même si la lutte contre Voldemort reste une priorité, c’est agréable de voir des explications sur ce monde.

J'ai eu un peu de mal sur la dernière fic, qui se passe dans un passé récent (la première guerre contre Voldemort) Elle suit un personnage clé de la fic et permet d'expliquer en détail certains éléments qui ne sont que survolés dans la dernière fic contemporaine. J'ai parfois trouvé qu'elle partait dans tous les sens : la guerre, la musique, la conquête spatiale... Je pense que j'avais aussi un grand sentiment de lassitude. Mis bout à bout, cette histoire représente quand même un sacré pavé.

L'auteur a annoncé qu'elle allait continuer sa fic mais en même temps, sa lassitude du fandom Harry Potter. J'ai envie d'avoir une suite. La fin telle qu'elle est est satisfaisante mais il reste cependant de nombreux points en suspens et qui mériteraient une conclusion plus approfondie.

#hp fanfic #original character #severus snape #severus snape x oc #salazar slytherin #godric gryffindor #minerva mcgonagall #albus dumbledore #manipulative dumbledore #minor albus dumbledore bashing #post-book 5 #founders era #contient des éléments des sept tomes #sirius black #remus lupin #long reads #very long read #lu en 2023 #lu en 2024

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hotelsrexford · 2 months

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ROLEPLAY PARTNERS WANTED ! ! ! !

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ┊ hi ! i'm KAYLA (25f). i've been roleplaying since i was wayyyyy too young. i've recently gotten into discord roleplay, and am looking for people to write with. i'm write a few paragraphs, but i'm not super picky on length. i try to match the energy i'm given. mainly mxf pairings, but that is by no means a hard set preference. i will only write with 18+ so, minors DNI ! ! ! below are a list of my fandoms. i do canon x canon, and canon x oc. if the character is bolded than i would prefer to write them in the ship, otherwise there is no preference. just ask and we can plot things out ! i also am not in just these fandoms below, i have a wiiiiide variety of interest. so PLEASE, ask ! [ my discord is zelonq. ]

FANDOMS:

HARRY POTTER (open to many ideas)

lucius x narcissa , regulus x marlene, fred weasley x beauxbaton's oc, sirius black x arabella figg, rowena ravenclaw x godric gryffindor, tom riddle x oc.

HELLUVA BOSS / HAZBIN HOTEL (open to the ideas below and many more.)

verosika mayday x vox , lucifer x oc , vox x oc, adam x oc, stolas x blitz

TWILIGHT (open to ideas)

alec volturi x renesmee, angela webber x paul lahote

A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS

gustav sebald x duchess of winnipeg, kit snicket x olaf, beatrice x lemony

FALLOUT (tv and games- open to sooo many)

arthur maxson x oc, nick valentine x oc, 76!oc x johnny weston,

RANDOM ! ! !

frances mosses x doorman!oc (that's not my neighbor!), elle woods x emmett forrest (legally blonde), coraline x wybie,

i also will write some dc, just depends on the ship !

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iydiamartinx · 3 months

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FIGHT FOR SURVIVAL

( ON GOING )

INTRO

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭.

ACT ONE

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗲 | 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗼 | 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 | 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉

#archive of our own #a03 writer #a03 link #a03 fanfic #eric northman #godric true blood #godric x oc #true blood fanfic #true blood #poly!eric northman x oc x godric

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Chapter 10 of Harder They Fall is up

FFnet | Ao3

Fandom: True Blood

Ship: Eric x OFC, Godric x OFC

Summary: The Bellefleur sisters grew up in the elite of New Orleans, daughters of a legacy that was bigger than they knew. A legacy Eric and Godric are eager to unravel, but it may reveal dark secrets of the past none of them ready to face.

Word count: 47k

Tags: 10 years after season 7, mostly canon, Godric lives, Terry lives, mature content, graphic descriptions of violence, Succession inspired, family drama, consensual smut only (as always), enemies to lovers, but also friends-ish to lovers. TW: Su1cide themes, heavy drinking, drug use

#true blood #true blood fanfic #true blood fanfcition #eric northman x oc #godric x oc #eric northman fanfic #eric northman fanfiction #godric fanfiction #godric fanfic #godric true blood #eric northman

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coolbeans32 · 5 months

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Echoes of Destiny: The Serpent and the Phoenix

PAIRING: Tom Riddle x F!Reader(OC)

SYNOPSIS: Harry, Ron, and Hermione are unexpectedly drawn into a mysterious journey when they receive Albus Dumbledore's last will and testament. Minister Rufus Scrimgeour presents them with significant bequests, including a scrapbook holding the secrets of Dumbledore's past. Through poignant confessions, they learn of Dumbledore's secret marriage to Gellert Grindelwald and the tragic fate of their daughter. Delving into the scrapbook, they uncover a surprising connection between Dumbledore's daughter and Tom Riddle. Dumbledore's final message reveals that his daughter, Genevieve Ariana Dumbledore-Grindelwald, is alive, propelling the trio into a quest to find her and untangle the mysteries of Dumbledore's past. As they embark on this journey, they realize the profound interconnection of their destinies with those of their predecessors, emphasizing the enduring power of love and loss even in the darkest of times.

WARNINGS: This passage contains elements of death, grief, and loss. Specifically, it mentions the tragic death of Dumbledore's daughter, as well as themes of war and the impact of past actions on loved ones.

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

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Chapter One

The Scrapbook

“To what do we owe the pleasure Minister?” Harry asks.

“I think we both know the answer to that question, Mr. Potter.” His voice is deep and sure as he speaks. Rufus Scrimgeour leads them to the living room and Harry, Hermione, and Ron sit down in front of him as he lays down a cloth wrap.

“And this is?...”Harry states with a confused look on his face. The Minister then pulls out a piece of paper before making it float in front of him so he can read it.

"Herein is said forth the last will and testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. First, to Ronald Billius Weasley, I leave my Deluminator. A device of my own making. In hope when things seem most dark it will show you the light."

"Dumbledore left this for me?" Ron says taking the small black item out of its cover.

"Yes," the Minister says. Ron looks at it in wonder.

"Really. What is it?" He asks and clicks it open. It takes the lights and when clicked back open it puts them back. "Super."

"To Hermione Jean Granger, I leave my copy of Tales of Beedle the Bard in the hope that she finds it entertaining and instructive," He says handing her a book. She looks at it confused.

"Mom used to tell me those. The wizard and the hopping pot, Babbity Rabbity and the Cackling Stump Come on. Babbity Rabbity... No?" Ron says as we all look at him confused.

"To Harry James Potter, I leave the snitch he caught in his first match at Hogwarts. As a reminder of rewards of perseverance and skill," He says and holds out the golden snitch. Harry looks a bit defeated as does the Minister.

"Is that it then?" Harry asks and the Minister shakes his head.

"Not quite. Dumbledore left you a second bequest: The sword of Godric Gryffindor. Unfortunately the sword of Gryffindor was not Dumbledore's to give away. As an important historical artifact it belongs.." He says.

"...to Harry. It belongs to Harry. It came to him when he most needed it in the Chamber of Secrets," Hermione cuts him up. The minister shakes his head.

"The sword may present itself to any worthy Gryffindor, Miss Granger but that does not make it that wizard's property," He says. "Unfortunately the current whereabouts of the sword are unknown."

"Excuse me?" Harry says. We both look at each other and he looks worried.

"The Sword is Missing. I don't know what you are up to, Mr. Potter but you can't fight this war on your own. He is too strong," The Minister says. Harry, Hermione, and Ron give each other a glance as the Minister stands up.

“One last thing is left. To Harry James Potter, Hermione Jean Granger and Ronald Billius Weasley, I leave this scrapbook, an artifact very dear to my heart, in hopes to give you an insight of not only my life but to help you with your next steps necessary towards victory.” Hermione moves forward to grab the elegant scrapbook, looking more like an album, with its intricate black cover and dark emerald green ribbon on the front. The three of them looked really confused. With that, the Minister left, not before saying,

“Best of luck Mr. Potter, you will need it.”

The trio, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, sit in a circle around the living room, still puzzled by the words of Dumbledore, the Minister, and the scrapbook they had received. Hermione carefully inspects the runes on the cover, her brow furrowed in concentration. She noticed that as she tried to open the book, there was a presence of magic around it. With a flick of her wand and a whispered incantation that effortlessly flowed from her mind, the invisible lock clicks open the book. The three all glance at each other with curiosity. They eagerly flip through the pages, revealing the surprising images within.

Harry peers over Hermione's shoulder, “What do you see, Hermione?”

Hermione gasps softly, “ It's... it's a baby. But... wait, something's changing.”

Ron interrupts, “Changing? What do you mean by changing?”Hermione turns the page, and they watch as the baby's features morph into those of a young girl. “She's... she's growing older right before our eyes.”

Ron exclaims, “That's... that's incredible!”

They continue to flip through the pages, each image revealing a different moment in time. Suddenly, they come across a picture of a much younger Albus Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling with mischief.Harry says, “That’s Dumbledore…”

Hermione turns the page again, and they see a young Gellert Grindelwald standing beside Dumbledore, their faces alight with excitement, and happiness. “It's them... when they were friends…no, wait…Do you think they were more than just friends?”

Ron replies with furrowed eyebrows, “There’s no bloody way that they could’ve been together Mione. It’s a bit hard to believe, I mean, Grindelwald was an evil wizard.” The trio falls silent as they continue to explore the scrapbook, each lost in their own thoughts, revealing images of the girl with both Albus and Gellert. Then, Hermione gasps once more, her eyes widening in surprise, as she changes the page once more.

“Look at this!” Hermione exclaims to Harry and Ron. Harry and Ron lean in to see what has caught Hermione's attention. They see the teenage girl, dressed in Slytherin robes, dancing with a young Tom Riddle.

Harry says flabbergasted and angrily, “Tom Riddle? What's he doing here?”

Hermione replies, also in an extremely surprised state, still trying to process what was in front of her, “I'm not sure, but... it looks like they're... dancing?

Ron says, “Well…quite the surprise there huh?”

Harry replies coldly, “Yeah, to say the least.” They exchange puzzled glances before turning their attention back to the scrapbook, eager to uncover more secrets hidden within its pages.

Hermione turned a couple of more pages, each with more images of the lovely young couple, until writing appeared over the next blank page. The words that appeared in front of the trio were of Dumbledore. The three read his note:

I see you have received the scrapbook I left for you. The contents of this book have much you need to know about my past, my secrets, the loves and losses that shaped my life. I was not always the wise old wizard you see before you. There was a time when I was young, foolish, and in love. I was in love with Gellert Grindelwald. He was many things. He was also brilliant, charismatic, and enchanting. We shared a bond that transcended mere friendship. We even married in secret, during a time of great turmoil. But our love was not to last. We had a child conceived by a surrogate, and bore a daughter. She was our greatest joy and our deepest sorrow. She bore the weight of our mistakes and our regrets. She was a Slytherin. She was brilliant, ambitious, and fiercely loyal. But she was also troubled, haunted by the shadows of our past. It wasn’t until she fell in love with Tom Riddle, the boy who would become Voldemort, that she found her way to regain a part of her that was lost because of me and Gellert. Their romance was nothing that I would have anticipated. I couldn’t bear to see her with a boy as troubled as her, but they prevailed. I thought he would corrupt her. She died on May 13, 1943. A casualty of a war she never chose to fight. A victim of a destiny she could not escape. A casualty by my own hand. I have learned that love is both a gift and a burden. It has the power to lift us up to the highest heights and drag us down to the darkest depths. But in the end, it is what defines us, what binds us together, even in death.

Silence descends upon the room, broken only by the soft rustle of pages as the trio processes Dumbledore's revelations, leaving Harry, Ron, and Hermione to grapple with the weight of his confessions.

Ron spoke first, trying to relieve the tension, “Well, uhm…who would’ve thought that Dumbledore’s daughter would be the one to make Riddle’s heart go soft?”

Hermione whacked his arm with a paper repeatedly and yelled, “Oh Ronald Weasley! This is not the time for your stupid jokes, this is serious.”

Ron replied, trying to dodge her blows, “Bloody hell woman, that hurts!”

Harry pondered on his thoughts as Hermione and Ron were arguing. There was no way that Tom Riddle could ever love someone, there was just no way. It was truly hard for Harry to believe that the Tom Riddle-Lord Voldemort-himself was ever in love, or had a heart. Harry spoke up and exclaimed exasperatedly, “I still don’t get it. How is any of this supposed to help us? I mean even if Riddle loved Dumbledore’s daughter, she’s dead. This was just a waste.”

Just as Harry had finished his sentence, the note disappeared, and more writing came up. Hermione moved towards the book and read the writing out loud:

My daughter, while she supposedly died…I have to mention that nothing is as true as it seems. I had to protect her, or so I thought. My actions, while they may seem extreme, were important to me years ago. Now that I realize that I may have been wrong…In fact…I had taken all necessary precautions…She is…alive. The images within this scrapbook are all clues that will help you find her. They all have meaning and are small parts to the larger puzzle. I had to make sure that this scrapbook was in the right hands. Best of luck Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Ms. Granger…I will leave you with your first direct clue…her name is…Genevieve Ariana Dumbledore-Grindelwald.

Tom Riddle Masterlist

#harry potter #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle #slytherin #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x oc #tom riddle fanfiction

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Founder’s Era- Luxia Thorne

"𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨, 𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢."

Name: Luxia Ash Thorne

Nicknames: Lu

Birthdate: 1st of July, 964

Zodiac Sign: Cancer

Personality Type (MBTI): TBD

Blood Status: Pureblood

Nationality: British

Physical Appearance

Hair: Black brown

Eyes: Black brown

Height: 1.70m

Weight: 65kg

Body Type: Tall, lithe

Skin Tone: Fair

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): Marks on her forearms from falling into a rosebush

Background

Hometown

Luxia grew up within the wizard Saxon nobility, in luxury and her Saxon home would be the first traces of Thorne Abbey.

Family

Mother: Felicity of Wales

An intelligent, wise, rebellious and intelligent woman, she was ahead of her time and unafraid of speaking her mind, insisting that her only child would be treated like the heiress she was despite of her sex. She married Doyle out of convenience, but the pair grew to appreciate one another.

Father: Doyle of Anbach

A man of war who had a soft spot for his girls, he was teased for indulging his wife and daughter, though he didn’t care much for it and was often on crusades and at court of the highest-paying nobleman until Godric Gryffindor, a young but outstanding wizard, offered to take Luxia under his wing and he accepted. He never got to know their relationship together, for he died of an episod of gout when Luxia was 15.

Career

15-21: Apprentice of Godric Gryffindor

22-32: Duelling class

33-Death: Crusader

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: Being where the battle is thickest, Godric’s wellbeing, being free

Strengths: Brave, bold, corageous and friendly

Weaknesses: Hot-tempered, stubborn and has jealous

Stressed: During feasts and novelties like that

Calm/Comforted: Training for the next battle

Favorites

Colors: Red, gold, white and yellow

Weather: Sunny and hot

Hobbies: Sword-fighting, archery, poetry, reading and politics

Fashion: Luxia dresses with simple dresses and rarely has a veil around her, finding it restrictive and far too uncomfortable to fight with. She does have a helmet that has a veil that covers her hair when it’s loose, but it normally is not.

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Godric Gryffindor ( 980-985 ) @hphmmatthewluther

Godric and Luxia were of similar ages and both were brave warriors and remarkable wizards, and both they developed feelings for one another. Godric’s sweet and gentlemanly manners quickly betwitched Luxia, as well as he was taken by her Herculean bravery and the fact that she always challenged him, which he loved: a challenge. They were together for five years, planning to marry after the Mage Wars were over.

However, when she found out that he have had another relationship resulting in a son during those years, she instantly flipped, having their most severe argument, where Luxia broke things off and vowed to never be alone with him in a room. After Hogwarts was founded, they mended things and even supported Godric’s relationship with Rowena, whom she had a deep respect. Luxia went to found her own family, which still prevails today.

Evander Mountmorris ( @foundersofhogwartslegacy )

Evander joined Godric’s forces soon enough, given the brewing war happening. Luxia, as Godric’s second in command (and after ensuring she was not bearing his child just in case) trained the best promises, and Evander was among them.

The two of them had a special emotional connection, and although Luxia was prickly and reserved at first, something about Evander made her open up and give love a second chance. They spent what was considered as a long engagement before marrying after Luxia was sure she was making the right choice this time. They had three children together: Kenna, Kemina and Leonidas. Their line would result in the Thorne family through their son Leonidas.

Friends: Ashleigh of Gwent ( @catohphm )

Luxia and Ashleigh both had goals in common and bonded over many hobbies of the time.

[MORE TBD]

Osmund of Worchester

He was the husband of Ashleigh and befriended him through her, also enjoying his company.

Rivals: Brunhilda of Cologne

They often differ in many things and are each other’s opposites, not to mention that Bruna often ridicules Godric, and Luxia is the first one to spit back and they’ve often duelled for each other’s honours. They never really make up.

Trivia

Luxia is the ancestor of Marcellus and Semele Thorne

She was given the nickname ‘Rose With the Thickest Thorns’ for surviving unscathed a fall to a thick rosebush

She was an advocate for women’s rights of the era and often persecuted men who abused their wives and daughters, slaughtering them

She never liked being subjected to the highest bidder’s will and was key on Godric joining Rowena’s cause

She was responsible of hiding the Gryffindor sword so only a worthy member would find it and weild it

She carved a rose with thick thorns on the Gryffindor tower for her descendants to find

She can swear like a sailor in Byzantine Greek and Latin, as well as English

After ten years of teaching, she decides to go on crusades for a better purpose and gets to live to the age of 77, outliving most of the founders

There is a portrait of her in the Gryffindor common room where she weilds the Gryffindor sword while having the personal emblem of Godric, a symbol of their deep love for one another

#founders era #hogwarts founders #oc: luxia thorne #godric gryffindor #godric gryffindor x oc #godric x luxia #rowena ravenclaw #character profile #oc sheet

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swimmingrascalbatdragon · 27 days

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Starman Prologue

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Potter!OC

Word Count: 919

Summary: In a world where Harry has a sister...

a/n: Ahhh, I'm so excited! This is my first story post, and I hope you enjoy the start of a series.

. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜. 。

31st of October 1981

This was the second Halloween a particular little family in Godric Hallows would participate in. Two young parents were eager to dress up their children to make the best of their situation. A little boy with jet-black hair and a little girl with copper red.

“Oh, James, just look at them! They are just too cute!” exclaimed the woman with a grin.

“I don’t know, Lily. Sirius will have a fit when he finds out we dressed up Lia as a cat. You know what he’s going to say, ‘A cat, you dress up the poor child as a cat instead of, I don’t know, a dog? You know as her favorite uncle.”

The woman just shook her head, letting out a light-hearted scoff, paying no attention to her husband's little act, focusing on the children in front of her, “I wouldn’t say that little Lia’s favorite uncle is Padfoot. Moony seems like he can give Sirius a run for his money. Isn’t that right, Camellia? You love Uncle Moony?”

As if to answer her mother’s question, the little girl squealed and clapped her hands in amusement. She looked back up at her husband with a triumphant smirk.

“Do you want to bet on it, Potter?” He looked back at his daughter and his wife, a smirk of his forming.

“You forget, Lily flower, that you are a Potter too, for better or worse.” She got up from the floor to kiss her husband before saying, “Look at you, being right for the first time.”

“Oh, you are a cheeky bugger, aren’t you?” Pulling his wife into a loving kiss.

As if, on cue, both kids decided now would be the perfect time to start babbling, just cause the adults to pull away from each other. The parents admired their children, small and innocent, with no knowledge of what was happening, no knowledge of the war, nothing. Just two babies dressed up for the occasion, conversing little with their gurgles, babbles, and laughter. The young parents held each other with bittersweet smiles on their faces.

“Well,” breathed out James, “How about we whip up some dinner while we wait for the others to arrive?” Looking at Lily, he watched as she shook her head with a slight amusement reaching her eyes.

“You, cooking? Certainly not, especially not after you try to burn the house down.” Offended by such an accusation, James put a hand over his heart as if he were wounded.

“My wife, the mother of my two beautiful children, accusing me of burning the house down. At least I didn’t start the fire of the cookie incident; that was Sirius, and you know it!” He countered.

“Whatever you say, love, whatever you say.”

With dinner on the stove, the hours are ticking by. “When do you think the lot will drop by?” James wondered, looking at the clock and his wife.

“I am not quite sure. Sirius said that he would be dropping by around seven before the kids are put to sleep, but it is already half past seven.” She responded, biting her lip. She ask quietly, “Do you think he ran into trouble?”

“I don’t think so, but you know Sirius might be running late with the costume he had planned for the kids.” James tried to reassure his wife. Turning to the two children on the floor blabbing to each other hearing a slight distinction of their words, mixtures of 'pa-foo' and 'ooony'. Lily looked at the pair with hinted sadness before turning back to her husband with his eyes on the children.

“I wish things could have been different, James. I wish that we don’t have to hide, to be afraid. They don’t understand the weight of their lives. They’re just children.” She said with a slight exasperation.

James Potter knew this feeling, and he felt it when he woke up and looked at himself in the mirror and at Lily when he looked at his children. The surface never left. It sat in his stomach and would make way to strangle his throat. He felt that it was his fault in the situation that they were in. He thought that he was the one to blame.

“I know love, but best that they don’t know and better that they can be kids. They are too young to know, but let’s hope that war ends soon. If so, they would never have to know and live their little lives peacefully.” He responded hopefully to reassure his wife and calm her down.

“ We can hope,” Lily stated, more so to reassure herself more than anything.

The thing about hope is that it can do so much. A light aimed to fill the darkness and provide the little warmth needed to feel its comfort. This little family had hope, but the world, the war, their enemies, and many other factors used this hope as a beacon to hunt them down.

On October 31, 1981, tragedy fell upon a small family in Godric Hollows. The parents of a pair of twins were murdered in hopes of saving their children. Their efforts, however, were not in vain as the cries of two children, a boy and a girl, no older than a year old were heard. Harry James Potter and Camila Marlene Potter were left orphaned. Hope seemed lost to some, but for others, the rumors of Lord Voldemort’s downfall made it seem that the war was over.

Little did they know it was just the beginning.

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