#harry potter sister

[teddypickerry]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

pairing: draco malfoy x fem! ravenclaw potter reader!

word count: 1.8k

warnings: language & mentions of harassment!

summary: after being verbally harassed by cormac mclaggen, your secret boyfriend draco must come to your rescue.

IT WAS A dull evening at hogwarts. nothing that shocked draco malfoy. he was used to being bored of the castle, he was too familiar with the grounds after being here so many years. nothing excited him anymore. except for seeing his girlfriend, y/n. which only happened during the late hours of the early morning and late evening. when it was silent throughout the castle, and no one could find either of you sharing spit atop the astronomy tower. your boyfriend’s personal favorite spot.

it was exactly two minutes into dinner that draco noticed you were missing from your own table. he had been glancing in your normal direction every chance he got but your friends were blocking his view. so, when he finally noticed the empty spot his eyebrows furrowed. he shook it off immediately, knowing you and how you probably were off attempting to receive a few extra house points. or maybe you were off with hagrid. or maybe, even, you lost track of time lost in a good book. that must have been it, he had convinced himself as he took another bite of his meal.

it was a few minutes later that he started to worry. he had noticed your brother, harry, missing along with a few of your best friends. draco had only assumed the group of you were off doing something he would disapprove of. theo’s voice was in his ear as if he cared, the entire duration of dinner. not that draco was paying any bit of attention as he stared off at your empty seat. trying to contemplate what to do or what to think.

“mate, what’s up with you? did ya’ hear what i told you- about that hufflepuff girl?” theo had slapped his shoulder as he tilted his head. blaise’s eyes were also locked on the silent blonde, lorenzo’s as well. draco turned slightly to face theo in an annoying manner. “no, i didn’t. and i don’t want to.”

the curly headed brunette held up his hands in innocence as he turned to face his own plate, eating his sandwhich. it was blaise’s turn to care as he watched his best friend stare off into eternity. “draco-“

draco caught none of the rest of the conversation as the sight of two of your friends entering the great hall caught his eye. there was a distraught look on both of their faces as they spoke to one another in hushed voices. okay, now he was worried. he was about to rise when he started to get into his own head. if you were completely fine, he didn’t want to embarrass you or him by exposing your private relationship. the two of you had fought hard to make it secret, and he didn’t want to blow it. you being a potter and him being a malfoy and the two of you dating would break every standard ever made. draco hated your brother and your family with every bone in his body - or so you thought.

when fifth year came round, and the two of you were partnered together in charms class, you soon learned that he wasn’t that unbearable. he, the same. months later, the two of you had been dating for just a few months - friends for nearly a year. all private due to the sake of disownement on either halves of your families. yeah, it hurt to watch you dance with fred weasley at the yule ball. or not be able to tell you that you looked pretty when he saw you at breakfast. or simply take you on dates to hogsmede. he knew how much you adored butterbeer, he just wished he could witness it for himself.

and with that, he stood. draco could hear his friends call his name as he made his way out of the great hall and to the staircase. the slytherin knew how risky he was being considering there was a very good chance you weren’t even at your dorm. but most of the students were at dinner, so he took that as a leap of faith. it was several flights of stairs to get to the ravenclaw tower. the tallest tower in the entire school.

draco had only been to your dorm room once, to drop you off after you had a bit too much fire whiskey. but every other time you had seen one another was meeting at the astronomy tower or in the library, or outside the castle on the grounds. he knew which one was yours though, he had paid first years to get you flowers twice before. once when you were ill and the second time just… because, he’s draco malfoy and he’s your boyfriend.

he entered the tower after answering the riddle, he wished all entrances had a riddle rather a secret word. draco of course believed he would answer them correctly everytime, he was just so clever. he entered the house common room cautiously, not wanting to explain to head of house professor flitwick why he was sneaking around ravenclaw dorms. the dark blue aura, the painted stars on the ceiling, the several book shelves - it all lay silent as he sighed in relief at the emptiness.

draco immediately made his way to the right staircase and walked up it too quickly, anxiously. he reached the top only to spot your brother and your friend stood outside your door. his too expensive shoes creaked too loudly against the darkened wooden final step, causing both heads to turn in his direction. he didn’t even bother hiding it at this point. “malfoy, get out of here.”

“shut it, potter.” draco rolled his eyes as he shoved passed him and pressed his head against the door. “what are you even doing here?” harry questioned as draco ignored his choice of words. “y/n, it’s me.”

that was all you needed to hear to open the door ever so slightly so you could grab him. in which you did, shoving him in your dorm room as you shut the door behind him. he furrowed his eyebrows as to why you were locked in you room with your brother and friend stood outside. you sat back down on the floor, the back of your head pressed against the edge of your bed. draco took a breath before he sat down beside you, inspecting you quickly.

your eyes seemed puffy and slightly red. you looked upset, even more upset then when you found out you couldn’t get tickets for your favorite because you had the O.W.L.S. his heart broke in several different patterns which soon turned to anger as he knew this was nothing. who hurt you?” “y/n-“

“what is malfoy doing in there? get away from my sister you-“

“silenceo.” y/n casted softly making the words of her brother now, silent. you turned to draco as it all seemed to click in your mind. “merlin’s beard, dray. you- you’re here. harry knows you’re here. no, oh no.”

“darling,” draco spoke softly as he leaned his face closer to your own. your eyes landing directly on his own light ones. “i don’t care about that right now. what’s going on, hm?”

you shook your head as you wiped the dry tears from earlier off of your face, provoking redness to come to the surface. he sighed as he tilted his head, his cold finger tracing your jaw. his whole hand cupped the side of your face as it fell into his hand sadly. “pretty girl, what’s wrong?”

“i-“ your voice cracked as you took a deep breath. “i was leaving quidditch practice and cormac…” your voice trailed off as you sniffled. “he started going on about how good i was in the game. and how he knew i was good at other things… i asked him to leave me alone and he kept going on.”

you could feel draco’s hand harden underneath your face, as if he whole body tensed. “he was saying the things he wanted to do to me and-“ your voice cracked as your hand reached to hold onto draco’s arm. “he just kept talking and talking and tried to follow me to my dorm and i kept telling him to get away from me and then he tried to-“

“i’m going to fucking avara his fat ass,” draco spit as he watched a tear drip down your cheek and into his own hand. the dorm remained silent as he placed his free hand through your hair, something that he learned calmed you down ages ago. he felt maimed knowing he couldn’t have stopped cormac, or at least wasn’t with you to walk you back to your dorm like any normal boyfriend. or that he couldn’t have been at the practice to put cormac in his place. and especially that he wasn’t there the moment you arrived there so he could hold you in his arms and let you feel like you were okay and safe. “why didn’t you tell me? or come to me?” his voice was quiet, it was practically a murmur. you only picked it up because of the silence of the room. your heart hurting at his tone.

“draco, i couldn’t come running to you.” you told him which only made his stomach twist and turn. you watched his face drop from anger to pure sadness. “i- you. fuck. y/n, you can always come running to me,” his voice came of as a question as he stuttered out his own words.

“i…” your voice trailed off as you looked anywhere but his eyes. you didn’t want to cry anymore, and you knew you would burst into tears if you had to watch his sad puppy dog expression anymore. “i didn’t want you to be mad at me. for… ruining our secret, y’know. if i came running to you that would- ugh. i didn’t want to fuck this up for you, or for your potter hating family.”

“fuck my family, y/n. fuck everyone. i only care about you. you- you come to me if you need me to lend you a quill. or if you need me to open a blimey muggle pickle jar! you come to me always, i don’t want you to think i care about father’s opinion over your feelings. you’re my girlfriend, y/n. i care about your feelings over everything, okay? just- i’m here. i’m always here for you, darling. understand?” he dropped his hands from you as he took your own in his hands, holding them tightly as he spoke. you fought a huge smile at his devotion towards you.

“i understand.” you smiled at him as his lip curved and he leaned towards you, his lips pressing softly against your own. it was a relief after the afternoon you had, and you knew nothing in the world could ever make you feel better. “now, if you don’t mind i have some business to deal with - with some slag - a curly headed fool who tried to mess with my girl.”

“hm,” you pressed your lips together as he pulled away from the kiss. “also, my brother outside of the door.” draco groaned as he stood up, helping you up as well. “ah yes, an evening full of what i call fun.”

[moiravim]

Wolfstar adopting you!! (headcannons)

Fluff!! Parental Wolfstar x Gender Neutral reader/ Harry Potter Sibling Relationship

Remus and Sirius adopted you when you were a tween. They wanted to have a kid without having to deal with all that "baby stuff".

When you turn eleven you get your letter from Hogwarts and they can't be any happier. Not only that, but it turns out that you're in the same year as Harry.

Remus and Sirius have grown from their old ways of teasing the Slytherins and won't care what house you're in. Although, they will get very excited if you are in Gryffindor, and Remus will secretly be extremely happy if you're in Ravenclaw.

If your in Slytherin... They'll initially be shocked, but they really wouldn't be upset at all. Sirius sees you as a "mini Reggie" and cries over this at least once a month. It makes him so much more protective of you. Remus will be very understanding with you and never mentions you being placed in Slytherin. Just know they still love you so so much.

If your in Gryffindor... They will go crazy. Your literally a next generation marauder! They probably threw a party to celebrate. And the fact that Harry is a Gryffindor too? Sirius expects the two of you to become best friends and be the "new marauders" (you and Harry will probably end up becoming friends anyways). They're both just so happy!

If your in Hufflepuff... They'll get so excited. They love all your Hufflepuff friends! They genuinely think that You being in Hufflepuff is what's best for you. They just know you'll be so happy with all the other Hufflepuffs. Although beware, because they may tease you a little.

If your in Ravenclaw... They will be so proud of you! Remus is so happy your a Ravenclaw. He initially wanted to be in Ravenclaw and he's just so happy you get to be. Sirius still thinks that Ravenclaw is the "smart house", but you're the smartest person he knows, so... I guess it works out?

Saturday nights three of you have "family time dinner". You all eat a nice meal at the table and then watch movies together or go out and do something fun.

They like to meet your friends and will let them come over often.

In third year Harry finds out that Sirius is his godfather. Things change a lot then. Sirius feels guilty for not allowing Harry to come live with him sooner, but he honestly thought Harry would be better off with the Dursleys. Sirius gives Harry the option to move in with him, and Harry accepts.

The two of you slowly build up a sibling-like relationship, and soon enough the two of you are inseparable.

Your happy family of three is now a happy family of four. And you couldn't be any happier about it. Now, when your dads are busy working during the summer, you and Harry can go out and have fun.

The two of you often get into mischief, running about Diagon Alley. Your dads are just so happy that they get to raise two mini-marauders.

[the-me-in-my-dreams]

These are so incredibly deeply old drawings and my style has changed so much since then xD It was also a simpler time before all the crap with Rowling and I know that's soured so many on Harry Potter and I don't blame them. But I found these again and really wanted to share.

Anyway, a long, long time ago, I made up an AU where everything was the same, but Harry was one of triplets, with a younger sister and brother, Heather and Henry. He was still The Boy Who Lived and the one Voldemort went after but now he didn't grow up totally alone (and the Dursley's had to put them in the second bedroom sooner as three kids no matter how scrawny arnt gonna fit into a broom closet)

Harry was the balance between the shy Heather and the brash Henry. Where as Harry responds to confilict with snark, Henry hits back literally, and Heather tries to stay out of it and usually ends up patching the boys up after. Throughout the series the other siblings would learn both restraint and courage as Harry grows as well.

The boys ended up in Gryffindor together while Heather went to Hufflepuff, the first time they'd ever really been separated, and its a bit hard for all of them. But they still stay close throughout their school days (I felt in this hypothetical version of the books this would give us an excuse to actually see the Hufflepuff dorms in canon. Plus, logistically, they really wouldn't all end up in the same house)

Harry still gets very into Quidditch, Heather turns her talent at patching up her brothers (mostly Henry) to Herbology and wants to become a Healer at St Mungo's. Henry for all his boldness is actually afraid of heights (and dogs, blame Sirius startling him as a baby) and its Malfoy sending him off on a broom after he tries to get back Neville's rememberall in their first lesson and Harry having to save him that gets Harry's flying noticed. But Henry takes this as a point to improve his ability to fight in the magical world and actually gets really into dueling (he's incredibly disappointed by Lockheart's Dueling Club and tries to get it going for real after).

In year one Heather solves the Devil's Snare trial, and the troll is still awake in this AU and Henry gets to fight it (having learned from their first battle in the bathroom) but also gets knocked about so Heather stays behind to get him and Ron patched up with Hermione so Harry still faces Voldemort alone.

Henry also gets Petrified in book 2 after a fight with Harry which gives Harry even more personal incentive to track the true Heir down and stop them. Heather stays with him and Hermione in the Infirmary trying to help Madame Pomfrey.

Henry is both pleased to find out he doesn't need to make up his exams when he's de-petrified, and furious that he missed out on the chance to punch a giant snake. Or Voldemort. Or both.

Book Three sees Henry not letting Snape get off with trying to posion Neville's toad and calling him out on his crappy behavior.

Henry, being the actual spitting image of James with no Lily's eyes to even remotely stave Snape's loathing actually almost gets himself hexed pretty bad when Snape, letting his emotions again get the better of him, agrees to duel a /thirteen/ year old out-of spite (and the chance to bully James Potter in miniature)

Luckily Dumbledore steps up for once as an actual sensible adult and chews Snape out hard for it.

Henry loses sooo many points for Gryffindor over the years with his Cast First Think Second tendencies. He would get detention byt that would mean Snape would have to be in the same room with him for even longer, and Henry doesn't grit hisbteeth and shoot out one sarcastic comment like Harry does, he talks and constantly.

Snape avoids looking at or interacting with Heather at all costs. His policy seems to be torment Harry and Henry and ignore her existence as much as possible. (This was mostly kid me playing with "How would Snape change with Mix and Matched Potter-Evans traits--oh and Albus Potter is not named after Snape in this for sure :p )

I had the whole Canon Divergance AU planned out, down to what happened to each of them after Hogwarts (and a few fun AU AUs, like one where the kids are lovingly raised by Wolfstar instead of the Dursley's, and a The Potter Parents Live one thstvwas just domestic fluff) but this was all the art I did that I could find. So I'll end with the triplets asking their newly aquired Godfather a pertinent question:

Harry:" Hey if you're our Godfather...then you can answer a Really Important Question for us"

Sirius: "Uh, sure. What is it?"

All Three: " Who's the Oldest?"

(This is something they argue about constantly as kids anytime they want to Pull Rank and Harry is rather smug to find out its him x)

[thewritingofspencerrose]

After It All (I)

Before It All (Prologue) 

The Golden Trio; Harry Potter, Hermoine Granger, and Ron Weasley enter what used to be the Great Hall with Harry's elder sister Scarlett, all with saddened looks and minor battle scars on their bodies.

The war's over, yet as they stand in the doorway to some of their happiest memories, all they can see are the dead and injured that are lined in the large room.

Ron is the first to break away, in search of his family.

Hermoine is quick to follow, looking around for friends who did and did not make it.

The Potter's are slower to enter, but they do, watching the crying families and friends of those who are lost until they come upon the Weasley family.

Every one of them is sobbing. Fleur is clutching on to Bill as if he'll disappear and George is sobbing on to his father's shoulder as Hermoine and Ron make it to them. But it's who the Weasley mother is clutching on the ground that pulls a heart-wrenching sob from the eldest Potter as she grasps her abdomen.

Running to the family, she falls on her knees next to Molly as she stares at the love of her life and one of her closest friends' lifeless body.

"Freddie, come on you can't really be gone. Come on Freddie, you said you wouldn't leave me," The fire-haired girl sobs, the boy's family watching on as the display makes their tears flow faster. "Freddie," She sobs out once more, one of her hands placed over his heart, "You can't leave us," She adds, her other hand placed on her stomach as the Weasley's stare in shock.

"Lettie dear," Molly all but whispers. "Are you...?"

All Scarlett can bring herself to do is nod, her breath escaping her. "I never got to tell him," She sobs even harder, clutching on to Fred's body with all her might.

But what happened next was what truly shocked the entire Great Hall. One moment, they are observing a grieving young woman as she mourns the loss of her love. The next, a bright light that can only be compared in brightness to the one on the Hogwarts Express, emits from the couple before a sharp, male, gasp is heard.

"Lettie? Why are you crying?" Fred asks his love as he moves to sit up, looking around. "Why is everyone so glum?"

"Oh Fred!" Molly exclaims, hugging her child tightly.

"Oye Mum, what's going on?"

"Fred, you- you died," George chokes out, attacking his brother with a hug.

"But- then how am I?"

"Scarlett," Arthur Weasley explains in a soft tone, glancing at the said girl who had hurriedly moved back for Molly. "She really is the strongest witch of her time."

"I-I don't know... I don't know how I did that..." Scarlett mumbles.

"Oh I don't care how! Thank you!" Molly exclaims, hugging the girl who's like a daughter to her tightly.

"Fred," Percy chimes in after a moment, using his brother's nickname for the first time since their childhood. "I am glad you're alive, but I believe Scarlett has something to tell you."

"Percival!" Molly yells in shock.

"Mum, we've all just learned that life is too short," Percy explains, Molly going to scold him before Scarlett stops her.

"He's right, Molly," She agrees, turning to the sitting Fred. "I should have told you before the battle but I knew you wouldn't have let me fight," She begins to explain. "Freddie, gosh this isn't how I imagined doing this," She explains with a sad laugh. "Fred, I'm pregnant."

"You're... you're..." Fred begins but can't finish his sentences. "I'm going to be a dad?"

All Scarlett can do is nod, being pulled into the tightest hug of her life, and for that one moment, none of the heartache surrounds them.

[robinsworld44]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Harry Potter/Original Female Character(s), Cedric Diggory/Original Female Character(s), Draco Malfoy/Original Character(s), Mattheo Riddle (yasmineamaro)/Original Female Character(s), Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Harry Potter & Original Character(s), Draco Malfoy & Original Character(s), Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley & George Weasley & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Harry Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Regulus Black, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Cedric Diggory, Original Black Family Characters (Harry Potter), Original Malfoy Characters (Harry Potter), Original Potter Family Characters (Harry Potter), Original Muggle Character(s), Mattheo Riddle (yasmineamaro) Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Harry Potter/Original Character(s) - Freeform, Draco Malfoy/Original Character(s) - Freeform, Cedric Diggory/Original Character(s) - Freeform, Regulus Black Deserves Better, Good Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter Friendship, Sirius Black Needs a Hug, Bisexual Disaster Sirius Black, Remus Lupin Needs a Hug, Past Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Eventual Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Slow To Update, Not Canon Compliant, Nonbinary Character, LGBTQ Character Series: Part 1 of I Solemnly Swear That I'm Up to No Good Summary:

Fate can be a mysterious thing.

Harry Potter’s fate was to become the chosen one, to live a life without parents, and doomed to fight. Jamie Potter’s fate was to be in her brother’s shadow, to be the chosen one’s twin, and to forever be fighting for her spot in history. Paris Lupin’s fate was to never know her real father, to struggle with who she really is, and to fight against the prejudices her house faced. Draco Malfoy’s fate was to never be enough, to struggle to live up to his father’s expectations, and to be caught in the middle of a war. Dena Malfoy’s fate was to be stuck as Draco's twin, to try to be a better person but struggling against her family’s views, to be caught in the middle of what her family wants and what she does. Desiree Malfoy’s fate was to be overlooked , to never be good enough for her father, to be on the opposite side of a war against her family.

With war looming, sides were demanding to be picked. The students would need to stick together but would the war pull them apart? They were just kids, not soldiers.

Will fate intervene, or will they be on their own?

[evbell]

Just posted the actual first chapter of the Evannah Potter story on AO3. Story is called "Smells Like Teen Spirit"

[luminousnectar]

dragonhearted - chapter one

I flip the cards in my hands, humming softly to myself. Smoke billows freely from my stick of incense, filling my room with the earthy scent of patchouli. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon have long since gone to sleep, allowing me a brief moment to myself, and my work.  

I shuffle the cards, then split the deck. I draw one out, then repeat. Shuffle, split, draw. Shuffle, split, draw. I set my deck aside and set my cards in front of me, face down. I gaze at them, shifting the one on the left into the center.

There. That feels right.

I just need a reading today. Time to think of myself, if only for a second. Time to reflect. I flip over the first card, the one today representing my past.

An upside-down High Priestess. 

I suck in a breath through my teeth, keeping my eyes trained on the forlorn woman gazing up at me. She blinks, very slowly, before picking up her scroll and turning away from me.

An upside-down High Priestess represents hidden things- secrets. Sometimes what others keep from you, sometimes what you keep from yourself. Even with all I’ve learned about myself and my life, the cards still speak to secrets in my past, tucked in the deep recesses of my mind. 

I turn my attention to the middle card, flipping it over carefully. An upright Wheel of Fortune sits right in the middle of the card. I can’t help but smile. Change. The Wheel of Fortune speaks to change.

My door creaks open behind me, and I turn. My brother stands in the doorway, his hair disheveled and his eyes alight.

“Gather your things quickly, Jaylene,” he says in a hushed voice. “Mad-Eye’s here.”

*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*

My hair tangles in the cool night air as we soar through the streets. My knees grip tightly to my broom, Harry’s old Nimbus2000. Despite Quidditch being his sport of choice, I’ve flown up in the air no more than four times. I prefer my two feet planted firmly on the ground.

“This way!” Mad-Eye calls to the group. He guides us lower to the ground, landing us in front of a Muggle neighborhood. I settle my bag onto the ground and tug my backpack a little bit closer to me, watching as Mad-Eye approaches the buildings. The few people around me chuckle to themselves. 

“What’s he doing?” Harry mumbles.

With a flick of his wrist, the buildings in front of us shutter before coming to life. Slowly, they scrape against the Earth, separating as if he were Moses and they were his sea. Mad-Eye turns to us, a slight smirk on his face. “Fidelius Charm.”

We follow the group into the newly formed building, and as I enter I feel the world shift beneath my feet as I disappear once again. To the outside world, I am one hundred percent hidden. And I could never be happier.

“Come with me, Jaylene,” Mad-Eye says gruffly. Harry and I stare at each other as I’m ushered away, and I can’t help but feel guilty as I leave my brother all alone.

A dining room is what I’m sent into, and I can’t help but think of how cozy it feels. Wooden chairs line an oval table. Wallpaper is faded on the walls, and dotted with pictures. And sitting at the head of that table is none other than my dear godfather, Sirius Black.

My things are forgotten immediately as I rush into his embrace. He is everything familiar, everything I have missed, everything I have wanted when trapped in that house with Petunia and Vernon. He is hope lit upon cigarettes, piles of sugar honeying his words. He cups my head in his hand, and all of the sudden, I feel like crying. 

“I’ve missed you,” I whisper.

“Oh, my Dragon,” he hums, “I’ve missed you too.”

I hold onto him, perhaps a second too long, before I allow my hand to fall and I step back from his arms. He pulls a seat out for me, and sits himself. His warm small falls, and he clears his throat. “Jaylene,” he says, very slowly. He deliberates over his words, his eyes focused not on me but a small wooden knot in the table. “I’m sure you’re very curious as to why you’ve been brought here, and I know you have many questions.”

I laugh weakly. “It’s not very often that I’m taken to the streets in the middle of the night and taken to a strange house.”

“We…” He motions to the building around him. “I- I am a member of what is left of the Order of the Phoenix.”

“Order of the Phoenix,” I repeat, the words rolling off my tongue with a sweet satisfying taste.

“And the purpose of the Order- our main goal is to take down Voldemort.”

Oh. I’m in shock, but as it runs through my mind, it makes more and more sense. Of course he- and people just like him- are willing to lay everything on the line to fight the worst evil of our generation. I smile, just a tiny bit. For the first time, I’m being told about something first? My brother, a historical enemy of Voldemort, is always everyone's first pick. But here and now, I’m being chosen first.

If I were a more vain girl, I’d feel a sick sort of satisfaction. But I cannot, because the weight of Sirius’s words are heavy on me. “Are you sure? You do realize that Harry would be much more help to you than I-”

“No Jaylene.” Sirius places his hand over me. “We need you to do this. And it won’t be easy. It’ll, truly, be horrible. But I believe in you. I believe you can do it.”

My eyebrows draw together, and something, deep in my mind, whispers that something is horribly wrong. “What do you want me to do exactly?”

Sirius runs his hands over his face, sighing. “Being a Slytherin, you often come in close contact with Draco Malfoy, correct?”

My heart jumps.

Draco Malfoy. My brother’s school nemesis. Angry with his friends, his family, the world. I’m hardly a blip in his friend group, but in all my interactions with him I’ve seen who he truly is. A broken, scarred boy stuck in the body of a man. 

He is pitiful. And I cry for him for it. 

“Yes, I don’t know if he would consider me a friend but I’m often floating around his friend group,” I tell Sirius.

“We- if you’re willing, of course- would like to ask you to be a double agent for us,” Sirius says. “We don’t know entirely what it would entail now. You could- if you got close enough to Draco, there’s a possibility you could be cursed with that blasted Mark.”

The world begins to spin in front of my eyes. “The Mark? Sirius, that’s-”

“Sirius Black!” Mrs. Weasley bustles into the room, a scowl on her face. “She’s just a little girl. She doesn’t need to be hearing about this, and she most certainly doesn’t need to be involved! Especially like that, you know Severus already…” She storms off, muttering under her breath.

Sirius turns back to me. “It’s your choice, Dragon. But you would be helping tremendously if you could even grow close to the Malfoy boy.”

I rise to my feet. I need to think. I need a moment, a moment, all I asked for mere hours ago when I was working with my cards. “I’ll be back later,” I tell him, picking up my things and heading towards the kitchen door.

“Take your time,” he calls after me. “And don’t rush a decision. We can’t have you hurt over a decision not deliberated.”

I drag my things through the house. I weave through people both familiar and not. I’m offered small smiles and timid greetings, but the look on my face surely wards people off from trying to speak to me any further. At the top of the staircase, I’m greeted with an extensive hallway, doors lining each side.

Great.

I glance in one, and see an absolute mess of a room. Shorts are flung onto the floor, bedsheets are bunched up at the very end. Despite the lack of signs, I know immediately that Fred and George must be staying there. I walk past with a small smile. That’s the twins I know.

Hoo, hoo.

I look towards the end of the hallway, where a door hangs open. I hear it again- a soft coo echoes through the hall. I would know that sound anywhere. I bolt down the hall and, sitting in the open window of the room at the end of the hall, is none other than my owl, Johannas.

“Oh goodness, fella, how did you find me?” I set my things down on the small bed, a layer of dust flying into the air. I turn on the kerosene lamp, the small flame flickering to life in the dark room. It illuminates the silky black feathers of my owl. His round amber eyes focus on me, and he tilts his head slightly to the side.

“Hedwig just arrived as well,” Harry says softly. I turn to my brother, forcing a small smile just for him. “I’m glad they were able to find us,” he continues, rubbing the spot of his arm right below where his sleeve ends. 

“Did they tell you why we’re here?” I ask, curious as to if he was given a task, just like I was.

“I’m the reason we’re here, Jay.” Harry takes a seat on my bed, wincing as it creaks underneath his weight. “I have to go to the Ministry. I used magic the other day-”

“Oh, Harry.” “Yes, I know.” He huffs. “There were Dementors. I had to do something or I was going to die.”

I suck in a breath. All this, happening under the same roof I lived in day after day, and I had no idea. A pain of guilt hits my stomach. “I’m so sorry, Harry, I had no idea,” I say quietly.

Harry shakes his head, running his fingers through his mop of black hair. “It’s okay. A lot has been going on recently. I don’t expect you to keep up with everything.”

His words do little to erase my guilt. I sit down beside him and wrap my arms around my stomach, and give a little squeeze. Through my guilt, though, I do realize one thing; he wasn’t brought here to help out the Order of the Phoenix. He wasn’t given a secret mission.

That “honor” lies only with me

↠ ↠ chapter two

[harmonyverendez]

Mine, Tom Riddle x OC.

" You're Mine!”.

Anastasia Potter gulped, Tom Riddle hovered over. More like tower, he strong body and strong hands grip her hips, he had himself pressed against her body. And she shivered not of fear under him.

" Yours, Tom ".

And claimed her.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 3

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book. It is solely fluff- nothing sexual

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

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𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖚𝖕 on a Thursday morning in mid-July to the screeching of an Owl. That was normal, it meant Owl-post. Dad took out subscriptions for the Daily Prophet. Personally, I thought it was a waste of money. But, it also seemed like the only wizarding newspaper out there.

I slid out of bed and made my way downstairs, not bothering to get dressed. It was way to early for that.

Dad was smiling when I reached the dining room table. He turned at my approach and held up in his fingers a thick cream colored envelope with green ink on the outside addressed to me. He flipped it over to the other side to show a large red seal.

I froze mid-yawn. Then my face lit up into a smile. "No way! My Hogwarts letter is here!"

I grabbed it from dad's hand and plopped down in the empty chair next to him. I reached for the letter opener and slid it under the wax seal. I pulled out two pieces of parchment. It was fancy stuff too. Thick and cream colored. We'd never had parchment like that here before.

The first piece of paper was a letter from the deputy headmistress:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Kane, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Your sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress

I quickly pulled out a Muggle pen and pulled out a piece of parchment. I wrote that I would be attending Hogwarts and I signed it with my name. Then, I attached it to the Barn owl that was waiting there and it flew away, out the open window.

I glanced at dad who was busy reading the student necessity list. His brow was furrowed and he was chewing on his quill. Why did the magical world still bother with quills? Muggle pens and pencils were much easier to use and less messy.

I placed a hand on his own. "It's okay dad, honestly. I can get a lot of stuff second-hand probably."

He glanced at me. "Money shouldn't be a problem. You're old enough now that you can open your Gringotts vault."

I looked at him, blank faced. I wasn't stupid. I knew what a Gringotts vault was, but why would I have one? Families shared vaults which meant that I would be sharing Lupin's vault and I knew we didn't have much. Or did he mean the Potter's vault? Did my parents have a lot of money?

"When do you want to go get your stuff?" He asked, sliding me the piece of paper he'd been reading, and I took my mind off of the money.

"Ummm." I didn't answer as I read the sheet.

UNIFORM

First-years will require: 1. Three sets of plain work robes (black) 2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear 3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar) 4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please not that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand 1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) 1 set glass or crystal phials 1 telescope 1 set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

Yours sincerely,

Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions

I frowned, "Why do I need Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them if I'm not taking Care of Magical Creatures for another three years?"

Dad laughed and then shrugged. "No idea. I've always wondered that. I think it's because magical creatures are talked about in Herbology and Potions."

"Let's go tomorrow." I said. "I have work today, but I don't tomorrow. Is that fine?"

"Sure." Dad said, standing up. He was wearing his best Wizarding clothes. "I'm going to see if I can get a new job. I'll be home in time for dinner."

I stood up on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "Love you dad."

"Love you too sweetheart." He strode out the back door so he could apparate without the neighbors seeing him.

Meanwhile, I ran upstairs to get ready for the day. Tomorrow was going to be a blast.

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𝕯𝖆𝖉 𝖜𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖊 up early the next morning so that we could get to Diagon Alley by floo powder. It wasn't my favorite way to travel but it was faster than most other forms of transportation. I was really much to anxious to get there any other way anyways. Wow, ain't that a tongue-twister?

I took off my glasses that Dad had repaired and put them in my pocket. I grabbed a handful of the powder and stepped into the fireplace. Throwing down the powder, green flames rose around me. I closed my eyes and said "Diagon Alley."

I felt the spinning sensation and opened my eyes, waiting for the right moment to get out. When I saw the inside of the floo powder station, I leaned forward and stepped out into the station. A moment later, Dad came out of a nearby fireplace. He wiped away soot that had ended up on my cheek and then we started to make our way to Gringotts.

I had been to Diagon Alley many times before. Dad had always taken me whenever he had an errand to run, so I had a good direction of the place.

Walking up the large marble steps, I felt a strange giddiness inside me. I was going to be checking my very own vault! I also felt a little nervous because of the goblins, and felt a little confused about how I had a vault when I wasn't 17. Which family vault was I going to be getting my gold from?

If mum and dad had wanted me to be a secret, would I really have a shared vault with them? The minute I showed up at Gringotts everyone would know that I had a key to the Potter's vault. The conclusion therefore would be I was their daughter that no one knew about.

But did I really mind that? I mean, yes my parents hadn't wanted anyone to know that I existed but they were gone now, and I was going to tell Harry I was his sister at Hogwarts this year anyways. I was going to invite him to come and live with Dad and me and we were going to be a family. So did it really matter that much if the goblins found out I was Elizabeth Potter before Harry did?

And yet, maybe there was a very good reason that mum and Dad had kept me a secret from everyone- including Dumbledore. Shouldn't I respect that decision, no matter how bonkers it seemed? I just wish I knew why.

I held the key even tighter in my hand. The grooves were uneven and the metal was bronze. It was gold colored, even in the darkness of my hand.

We stepped into the building which was much cooler than outside and I felt quite refreshed. My father led me over to a counter and I reluctantly handed up my key, waiting for confused looks or questions, but there was nothing on the goblin's face except boredom, and we followed another goblin through another door.

It was even colder down here, the grand marble floor turned into stone. It was a large network of intersecting caves. Stalagmites and Stalactites grew and hung from the floor and ceiling. Stalagmites were the ones that came up from the ground and Stalactites hung from the ceiling. I've never really understood how people got confused between the two. Just remember "Stalagmites might reach the ceiling someday."

The cart flew down the track faster than I had expected. I'd never been to a vault, Dad had never visited one when he took me. I clutched the cart side, feeling as though I was on a roller coaster at the school fair. Just with no safety straps.

We reached vault 718 and the cart stopped.

"Vault 718." The goblin announced unexpectedly- and unnecessarily. I climbed out, unsteadily, grabbing onto my dad's arm as I stumbled. I'd never had the best balance.

The goblin took my key and stuck it in the lock, unlocking it. I heard the rumbles of other carts going past on the tracks above. The goblin pulled the door open and then stepped back. I blinked a number of times, wondering if perhaps this was just a lovely dream. This was all mine?

I stepped forward, uncertainly. There was more gold here than I had ever seen in my entire life. I swiped a quick look at dad. He looked just as surprised as I did. Perhaps he hadn't known that my parents had this much gold.

Aware that the goblin was waiting to take us back up, I hurried and stuffed the bag full of gold. Perhaps about 700 gold Galleons. (Might be an exaggeration). It didn't even make a dent. I put the bulky bag back into my pocket. I took my glasses off on the ride back.

Dad and I didn't talk until we left the bank.

I started, "Did you know?" I asked quietly. He knew exactly what I was talking about.

"No." He finally said. "I never looked."

I nodded, feeling a little better.

"I wish I did." He added. "At least when you got older I wish I had checked. I could've given you so much more."

I shook my head, feeling much better than I previously had. I placed a hand on his arm, "No. I'm perfectly content with the way things are. You're the one who deserves so much more, I haven't done anything worthwhile." I smiled up at him.

He smiled back down, "Nonsense but we shall agree to disagree, correct?" That was his famous saying whenever we got into money arguments. I nodded- as I always did. "Alright, where to first?"

I thought about it for half a second. I really didn't need to think about it- I'd been planning this day since the moment dad had told me it would come. "Wand shop."

He led to way to Ollivanders. I walked inside, dad decided to wait outside. There was no one in the darkly lit shop. There were rows upon rows that went so far back that I couldn't see the back of the shop. There was one chair in the corner. There was one vase on the counter of the shop. It had pink roses in it. They were nearly dead, already drooping over the edge of the vase.

I had the feeling that I was being watched but it took a moment before someone approached me. A man came out of the shadows quietly. "Ah Miss Kane, how are you?"

He had a shock of snow white hair atop his head that stuck out in every direction. Perhaps he had been playing with to much electricity. Oh wait, no he wouldn't. He wasn't a Muggle. He had wide blue eyes that seemed to look into my soul. He knew my name? Then why perhaps had he not said Miss Potter? I was to confused to take it any father than that.

I smiled uncertainly. "Er, good, I think. Umm how are you?"

His smile became bemused and he didn't answer me. "Wand arm?"

"Right arm." I said immediately. A measuring tape appeared out of thin air. Mr. Ollivander disappeared into the back of his shop. Then, he came back with a box. "That is your dad out there?" He asked, pointing to Lupin. "Remus Lupin?"

"Er, well he's my adopted dad." I said truthfully.

He pursed his lips, taking the wand out of the box, and handing it to me. "Perhaps this will not work, then. But you may as well give it a try."

I took the wand and waved it around but nothing happened. Mr. Ollivander took the wand from my hand and stared at me for a minute. "Hmm." He murmured to himself. Then, he left for the shelves again.

Coming back, the wand was already out of the box. "This is a Cypress wood wand with a dragon heartstring core. 12 1/2" and it has a swishy flexibility. It's a good wand for Charms."

'Lupins' wand was Cypress wood' I thought, taking the wand. 'And Mum's wand was good for Charms as well'. I felt a strange warmth creep up in my fingers and it spread through my whole body. There was a swirl of dust that transformed into purple butterflies and exploded back into dust.

Mr. Ollivander looked at me even longer this time and then put the wand back into the box. I paid 8 galleons for the wand and hurried out of the shop, feeling slightly unnerved. Was Mr. Ollivander always like that? Or was it because he might know who I was?

"Well?" Dad asked casually as I exited the shop. He had a paper bag under his arm that wasn't there when I had gone into the shop. "What wand did you get?"

"Cypress wood, dragon heartstring, 12 1/2". Apparently it's good for charms, like Mum's was." I recited off. "And it's Cypress just like your wand is."

Lupin was quiet for a moment and then, grinning, said, "I'll be honest, given your height, I did think you'd get a much smaller wand."

"It's half an inch larger than an American ruler." I said gloomily, not realizing that he was making a height joke. "But I don't think it matters much. I'll grow."

"No, perhaps not." Dad said, though he seemed to be thinking of something else. "I already got your apothecary ingredients." He added on at the last second, holding up the paper bag. "Where do you want to go now?"

We went to the other wizarding shops in order. The fact that I'd been to these stores a couple hundred times meant the errands were done quicker. I got new robes and I made Dad get two pairs of new robes too because all of his wizarding robes were shabby. I wanted him to have something nice for a change. He didn't want them but I said they were to make up for ten years of Birthdays that I made homemade gifts.

Really, he was quite ungracious about accepting them. He didn't want them, he didn't need them. He wanted every Galleon, sickle, and knut to go to me. And yet, I refused to let him leave the store without the robes.

"Compromise." I said with a smile. He finally chuckled, muttering something about how backwards my compromises were. But regardless, he got the robes.

We went into Quality Quidditch Supplies and looked around. I didn't buy anything though. Dad was looking at the toy models and he laughed.

"Remember when you had this broom?" He asked, smiling down at me.

I looked at it. It was the plastic kind, meant for kids between one and five. It was the pink version, the one I'd had. Lupin had gotten it for me when I was three or four at Christmas. I'd ridden it nearly every day until I outgrew it at Seven and a half. I was smaller for my age. After that, Lupin asked if I wanted another broom but I said no because even at such a young age, I understood the money problems.

I could've bought a broom now and Dad understood that. I think he wanted me too as well. I think he felt bad that I hadn't had the childhood he'd wanted me to or that my parents probably would've given me. However, I left the shop without buying anything. I wasn't going to waste money on a broomstick. I didn't need one- Hogwarts didn't allow it anyways so what was the point?

We also visited Eeylops Owl Emporium. I wanted to bring a pet to Hogwarts, preferably an Owl. That way I wouldn't have to use a Hogwarts owl whenever I wanted to write to Dad. My eyes immediately went to a large Snowy owl sitting in a cage. She was a magnificent bird and I wanted her right away, but something inside of me said no, she was meant for someone else. I wasn't sure why I felt that way but I was usually pretty good with following my feelings so I reluctantly turned away from her.

There was a Northern Saw-Whet owl which was about the size of my hand. It was adorable but it was too small. There was the long-eared owl, Great Grey owl, Burrowing owl, and so many more. Eventually, I decided to go with a female spotted wood owl.

She had dark, spotted feathers and an orangey yellow face. Her underside feathers were just a lighter shade than her face feathers. She had great big black eyes, kind've like the kind you'd see on a stuffed animal. Glassy almost, but beautiful. I paid about 12 Galleons for her.

I sort of wished I'd decided to go to the Owl Emporium last, because I still had the bookshop to go to, and I knew I was going to spend a lot of time in there.

I raced to Flourish and Blotts, laden down with my packages of robes and ingredients and telescopes and multiple other things. Dad trailed behind with my owl. I headed into the store, looking around.

Books were stacked floor to ceiling, neat stacks and sloppy stacks, and books of all kinds. There was a rainbow of book bindings everywhere. There were huge books and small books and books that made noises. There were books shoved into every crevice and space that was possible. It looked something like my bedroom.

I loved books. They were what I got for my birthday and Christmas and every other holiday that gifts get given. My dad gave me Wizarding books about Wizarding history or Magical creatures or Quidditch. My friends gave me Muggle books which I loved nearly just as much. Fascinating books like The Color Purple and lots of Stephen King books. I also liked Muggle mysteries like the Hardy Boys or The Boxcar Children. Also Roald Dahl wrote a lot of good books with creative illustrations. Sure, they didn't move, but that was the magic of Muggle books.

Now, I had extra money in my pockets, so I could buy a couple extra books. I darted around the store, picking out my school books and, if I spotted something interesting, I'd read the back and see if I would potentially want to read it. If I did, I added it to the pile. I chose history books, and extra Herbology books, and multiple books on Magical creatures. There were also books on jinxes and curses and I wanted it so badly but decided against it.

In the end, I was carrying about twenty books home. I smiled sheepishly at dad but he just looked amused and carried one of the bags for me.

"I forgot to ask." I chirped as we made our way back up to the Floo station. "Did you want a book?"

Dad chuckled but didn't answer. He looked quite happy and I wondered if it was because I was happy or if it was because he had gotten the job already. I wasn't entirely sure but I didn't ask in case the question ruined the mood.

At home, I let the owl out of her cage and watched her as she flew out the window, going out to hunt. I was going to need a name for her, but I couldn't think of anything good. Perhaps there would be something in my history books or something. I wanted to find a name for her soon. It would be hard calling her 'owl'.

I started to prepare for Hogwarts.

I took out my clothes and wrote my name carefully and neatly on the tags just like the instructions said. I put the brass scales, glass phials, and telescope neatly into the trunk I would be taking with me to Hogwarts. Dad taught me the enchantment for the cauldron so it would fit into the trunk and how to undo the enchantment when I got to Hogwarts.

My books were stacked around my room, taking turns reading bits of them, and studying their contents. There was just so much interesting stuff to learn. I took my Herbology textbook to the pool because it didn't have moving pictures in it and Herbology could be seen as a Muggle hobby in planting- just with plants that didn't exist in the Muggle world.

Eventually, I decided to name my owl Sadie. I've never been particularly good at naming anything but Sadie was a good name- at least I thought so and Dad didn't make fun of the name so I was sure that it was a good name.

I spent a lot of time with Trang when I wasn't studying or working. I was sad that she was going all the way to America but in the end, I thought, it wouldn't really matter since I was going to a boarding school as well.

Trang had asked me where I was going to school and I said that Dad was either going to homeschool me or I was going to go to a boarding school in Australia. She was surprised with both options. I said I would write to her often.

On the day of my birthday, Dad took me and Trang to the zoo. It was one of my favorite places to go. I'd asked dad to take me back to Gringotts so that I could trade some of my Wizarding gold in Muggle money. This is what my dad used at the zoo.

He was amused with the Wolves (as always), but I personally preferred the Cheetahs and Tigers and Lions. Cheetahs were my favorite animal of all time. When I finally was able to produce a Patronus, I was sure that it would be a cheetah. Trang liked the seals and penguins.

I bored both Trang and dad silly with facts about all the different types of animals there were at the zoo. I hadn't even read the info boards, I just knew this stuff. I loved researching all sorts of things, especially when it came down to animals.

The day after my birthday was quite eventful as well, although nothing personally had happened to me.

Dad was reading the daily prophet with a look that I had never seen on his face before. I paused in the middle of making toast.

"What's wrong?" I asked, pushing down the lever and coming to look over his shoulder.

He handed me up the newspaper. "Someone broke into Gringotts break."

"WHAT!" I snatched the newspaper out of his hands and scanned the article. They'd broken into the bank yesterday. . . Vault 713. . .nothing was taken because the vault had been emptied that same day. . .no more details. . .

That vault was very closet to mine. Only five down really. . .

I tossed the newspaper on the table, "They don't know much about it, do they?" I went back over to the toaster, so dad wouldn't see the fear on my face. The toast was sitting up and I shakily put it on the empty plate.

"Elizabeth, are you okay?" Dad asked me.

"Well I mean, how do they know it wasn't. . .wasn't. . .I mean what if Voldemort's back! They don't know anything and they can't tell us anything!" I took off my glasses, something I always did when I got frustrated. I hated that I got frustrated easily, and I had never realized how frightened that I might have been with the idea of him returning.

But could I really be blamed for feeling that way? After all, he had murdered my parents and separated me from my brother, hadn't he? And he and his followers hadn't just murdered my parents. . . there had been so many deaths at his hands. And people who had been affected afterwards like the Longbottom's', who were Aurors tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange, and many others. It had been an old newspaper that dad had. He kept old newspapers for me to read when I got old enough to read them. I learned a lot from them.

I walked back to the table, avoiding Lupin's gaze.

"I don't think he's back Elizabeth." He said gently, picking up the Daily Prophet, folding it, and setting it aside. "It would've been better planned out, a date before the vault was emptied. This work is to sloppy."

I just nodded, biting into the dry toast. I spit it out immediately. I'd forgotten butter. I hopped up and ran to go get it as Dad laughed heartily the entire time.

Well! At least he was amused!

[hxuse-xf-black]

[Bellatrix's first ride on the Hogwarts Express] Bellatrix, leaning out the window: Bye Reg! Bye Cissy! Bye Andy! Bye Reg! Bye Siri- Sirius: You said bye to Reg twice. Bellatrix: I like Regulus best.

[redhoodie1723]

“Harry, however, had never been less interested in Quidditch; he was rapidly becoming obsessed with Draco Malfoy.”

I just KNOW HBP Ron was SICK and TIRED of Harry

[moiravim]

I Miss When We First Met: Chapter 30

YN Potter falls in love with Draco Malfoy. Along with that, her relationship with her brother, Harry begins to fall apart as she was sorted into Slytherin. Will Harry find out about the relationship between his enemy and his sister?

IMWWFM: Masterlist

Another restless night came. You hated everything about this. About who your father was. About how much Harry would hate you if he found out. You were starting to get behind in school and exams were coming up.

You went out to the common room to see Draco was the only one out. You were thankful. "Hey, Draco... What are you doing?" You question with a quiet voice.

"Just thinking... And you?" He responds just as quiet. "Me too... Would you mind helping me study?" You ask hopefully.

He smiles and says; "of course". You go to sit next to him as he begins to tutor you. Things were going well until you started to zone out.

"Draco? How much longer do you think we have? How much time do you think we will stay like this. I think we both know a second war is coming..."

He looks at you with a distraught face. He knew it too, but he was still in denial. 'The two of you were only thirteen, you shouldn't be thinking about this. About death, about separation, it was too early for this.' He thought to himself.

"Not anytime soon. You are safe, YN. We're safe" He states seriously. You look at him in the eyes for a minute before resting your head on his shoulder.

He continues to read the study guides to you until you fall asleep. He wished that you could have slept in your bed, but since boys aren't allowed in the girls dormitories he helped you lay down on the couch and tucked you in.

"Goodnight, YN" He says before kissing your forehead and leaving to go to his own dorm.

He knew you had nothing to worry about. You are a lot smarter than you thought you were, and he knew you were going to do excellent on the exam days.

Taglist: @ashisabitgay @doingyourmom069

[meemoop]

”Malfoy keeps looking over this way, but he’s yet to ask for a dance. Do I look odd, Andy?”

“He adores you, I can tell. He is probably just shy.”

(whoever asked me to draw them…. I’m addicted now, thanks)

[the-me-in-my-dreams]

Finally did do some updated designs for my old HP Triplets AU stuff xD

Decided that even though I'm very against Rowlings stance that these would fit this blog as it is about Nostalgia and hey, this old AU is still nostalgic for me despite all the crap happening now

[thewritingofspencerrose]

After It All (VI)

Molly's Favorite

"Thank you again for dinner, Molly. It's been a while since Bells and I have had a good home-cooked meal," Dad thanks my mother-in-law, the dishes already beginning to clean themselves in the sink.

"Oh, don't bother with thank you's, Charlie, anything for Scarlett," She assures, sending me a small smile that I return.

"Especially if it has to do with learning the American ways! You all are so interesting!" Arthur exclaims, Molly clapping him on the shoulder in scolding. "I mean, exactly what Molly said, anything for dear Scarlett."

"She's already giving you a grandchild Mum, you don't have to butter her up anymore," Fred jests, kissing the side of my head. "You staying the night Charlie or are we taking ya back?"

"Oh, after that feast? There's no way I'm moving," Dad jokes, leaning back in the chair. "That is, if you have room for Bella and I?"

"Dad," I laugh, shifting Teddy on my lap, "This isn't a muggle home. If there aren't enough rooms we make enough rooms," I remind. "I'm sure Bella has already found the add on they did for me second year."

"Two years in and you were already Mum's favorite child, even more so than Percy-"

"George," Percy grunts, unhappy with this line of conversation.

"George, I am not Molly's favorite," I deny, shaking my head.

"Scar, I love you, but you're the one holding a child, and carrying another one. Number one way to Mum's heart," Ginny comments.

Charlie Weasley laughs at this, shaking his long hair, "Obviously Gin, the woman had seven of us and practically adopted all of your partners."

"Ok, I think that's enough talk about about me while I'm standing here," Molly scolds, coming and taking Teddy from me. "But the kids aren't wrong, I do quite love these little ones," She admits, squeezing Ted's cheek.

"Mum, no more!" Ron begs dramatically, making Molly grunt.

"Okay! That's enough of all of you, out! Go find something to do with yourselves!" Molly instructs, handing Teddy to Fred before grumbling off, presumably to find her knitting to continue on our yearly Christmas sweaters.

"You all are too much for her sometimes," Arthur huffs with a chuckle, standing and following in the direction of his wife.

"Well," Fleur begins, a tuckered Victoire nearly asleep on her chest. "I think it's time for the three of us to be on our way before Vic has to be put down."

"Of course, I have to put Ted down soon too," I agree, everyone that was sat down still now getting up to hug the family of three goodbye until Christmas.

"Keep in touch, and I want photo updates on the baby bump every week," Fleur demands softly, hugging me as tightly as she can around my bump and the two babies that we're holding.

"I'll be sure to send them along," I agree, moving to Bill. "We'll see you soon."

"Of course, Kid," He assures, kissing the top of my head. "And if you need anything, call us."

"We will," Freddie assures for me, coming up behind me and hugging his eldest brother. "Thank you for coming all the way for this."

"Hey," Bill begins, smiling at the three of us as Freddie rejoins Ted and I. "Anything for the girl who makes my little brother this happy," He assures, smiling gently at me as he takes Fleur's hand, the two parents and baby disappearing from sight without another word.

"How sappy," Charlie comments, "Don't expect anything of the sort from me when I leave tomorrow."

"Oh you're more of a sap than Bill is!" I correct, the dragon tamer guffawing at the accusation, pointing his finger at me.

"I am not!"

"Oh you bloody are," Ron agrees, shaking his head.

Teddy sets his head on my chest now, blurbles of tiredness leaves his mouth as his eyelids flutter.

"I think it's the kiddos bedtime," Dad states, looking softly at his grandson and myself. "I'll go check on Bells and then head to bed, you do your thing," He encourages, coming over and kissing my head, and then Teddys.

"Night, Dad."

"Night Sweetie," He returns, leaving and heading down a hall.

"Are you-" I begin, looking up at my husband before he cuts me off.

"Of course I'm coming with you to put him to bed," He interrupts, as if it's absurd that I'd even question it. "We'll be back out once he's asleep," He tells his remaining siblings, the lot of them moving to the living room, not without Ginny grumbling, "Why can't we be that cute, Harry?"

To which my brother responds, "Maybe one day we will be."

Gin scoffs, and it's her words as they round the corner that warm my heart.

"Be honest Harry, no one can be Scarlett and Fred."

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