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Chapter 23

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.

𝕴 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖆𝖑𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖞 said my good-byes to the kids and to Severus. Severus was sitting in the headmasters' office, waiting for the Dark Lords' notice. Trang had come into the room, telling me that Neville had left to get Harry. And then she disappeared into the room to be with the kids. So I had kissed Severus one last time, and had left without looking back. 

Now, I was entering the Room of Requirement. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Neville were back and all of the students were standing around them, chattering excitedly. 

I could not bring myself to muster up such excitement. 

"Why can't you tell us? It's something to do with fighting You-Know-Who, right?" Neville was asking as I silently took a spot near Susan and Ernie. 

"Well, yeah-" Harry was saying. 

"Then we'll help you." 

"You don't understand. We- we can't tell you. We've got to do it- alone." 

"Why?" 

"Because Dumbledore left the three of us a job and we weren't supposed to tell- I mean he wanted us to do it, just the three of us." 

"We're his army. Dumbledore's army. We were all in it together, we've been keeping it going while you three have been off on your own-" 

"It hasn't exactly been a picnic, mate." Ron interrupted. 

"I never said it had, but I don't see why you can't trust us. Everyone in this room's been fighting and they've been driven in here because the Carrows were hunting them down. Everyone in here's proven they're loyal to Dumbledore- loyal to you." 

I wanted to interject, to tell Harry to give up his stubborn pride. But I would not alter a minute here, a single frame of my vision. I couldn't afford it. If we were off by a single minute. . . then perhaps I wouldn't be able to save their lives. 

"Look," Harry started, but the portrait behind him opened. 

"We got your message, Neville! Hello you three, I thought you must be here!" It was Luna and Dean naturally, as expected. "Hi everyone! Oh, it's great to be back!" 

"Luna, what are you doing here? How did you-" 

"I sent for her. I promised her and Ginny that if you turned up I'd let them know. We all thought that if you came back, it would mean revolution. That we were going to overthrow Snape and the Carrows." 

Harry met my eyes. I wondered what he saw there, what he was thinking about. 

"Of course that's what it means, isn't it, Harry? We're going to fight them out of Hogwarts?" 

"Listen. I'm sorry, but that's not what we came back for. There's something we've got to do, and then-" 

"You're going to leave us in this mess?" Michael demanded. 

"No!" Ron interjected once more. "What we're doing will benefit everyone in the end, it's all about trying to get rid of You-Know-Who-" 

"Then let us help! We want to be a part of it!" 

The portrait opened once more and my heart fell down through my stomach as Fred came through the portal with George, Ginny, and Lee. And down in my stomach, my heart started to pound erratically. My hand reached into my pocket, gently squeezing, fingers counting the vials of liquid luck I had. Four. Fred, Dad, Tonks, Severus. 

Dad and Severus came first but I'd be damned if I didn't try and help Fred and Tonks too. 

"Aberforth's getting a bit annoyed. He wants a kip and his bar's turned into a railway station." Fred said. 

Cho Chang came through and I rolled my eyes, inching myself closer to Hermione. 

"I got the message." Cho said, sitting next to Michael. 

"So what's the plan, Harry?" George asked. 

Fred caught me staring at him and winked. 

"There isn't one." 

"Just going to make it up as we go along, are we? My favorite kind." Fred said, rubbing his hands together. 

Oh Fred. 

"you've got to stop this! What did you call them all back for? This is insane-" 

"We're fighting, aren't we? The message said Harry was back, and we were going to fight! I'll have to get a wand, though-" 

"You haven't got a wand-?" Seamus asked Dean in shock. 

Harry, Ron, and Hermione talked amongst themselves while the rest of us sat in wait. Fred and George started to crack jokes. Fred said, "A blind wizard walks into a bar, finds his way to a stool, and sits down. He says rather loudly to the barkeep, 'Hey, how would you like to hear a Hufflepuff joke?' The bar goes silent and the barkeep replies, 'Sir, I will not lie to you. You are speaking to a Hufflepuff. The man behind you is an Auror from Hufflepuff, the woman to your right is a Hufflepuff dueling champion, and we all have our wands drawn. Do you really want to continue?' The blind wizard goes silent for a moment before curtly replying, 'No I don't. Not if I'm going to have to explain it three times!'"

The students around them laughed and a small smile appeared on my lips. Ernie on the other hand, rolled his eyes. Fred winked at me again. 

I took it all back. Dad. Tonks. Fred. Severus. All of their lives were equally important and I just had to save who I could. I wouldn't put Dads' life over Freds'. He wouldn't want me to, and this young man who was sitting in front of me had his whole life ahead of himself. I would do everything in my power to keep him alive. 

"Okay." Harry suddenly called out. "There's something we need to find. Something- something that'll help us overthrow You-Know-Who. It's here at Hogwarts, but we don't know where. It might have belonged to Ravenclaw. Has anyone heard of an object like that? Has anyone ever come across something with her eagle on it, for instance?" 

I couldn't stop myself, despite how much I wanted to. But after years of answering questions as quickly as possible, on top of all of the stress I was under, the words just spilled out of me. "You're talking about her diadem, Harry." 

"Yes!" Luna agreed. "The lost diadem of Ravenclaw. Daddy's trying to duplicate it." 

"Yeah, but the lost diadem, is lost. That's sort of the point." Michael said, rolling his eyes. 

"When was it lost?" Harry asked. 

"Centuries ago, they say. Professor Flitwick says the diadem vanished with Ravenclaw herself. People have looked, but, nobody's ever found a trace of it, have they?" 

This time I bit my tongue to stay quiet. 

"Sorry, but what is a diadem?" Ron asked. 

I nearly threw my chair at him. 

"It's a kind of crown. Ravenclaw's was supposed to have magical properties, enhance the wisdom of the wearer." Terry supplied helpfully. I loved Ravenclaws. 

"Yes, Daddy's Wrackspurt siphons-" 

"And none of you have ever seen anything that looks like it?" 

"I totally didn't draw you a picture of it or anything last year." I muttered under my breath. 

"If you'd like to see what the diadem's supposed to look like, I could take you up to our common room and show you, Harry? Ravenclaw's wearing it in her statue." Cho suggested and I could've sworn to Merlin that she actually fluttered her damn eyelids. War was about to break out and she was flirting? 

Harry muttered to Ron and Hermione again as Cho got to her feet. Bless Ginny, love her. "No, Luna will take Harry, won't you, Luna?" She said fiercely. 

"Oooh, yes, I'd like to." Luna said happily. 

"How do we get out?" Harry asked Neville. 

"Over here." Neville led Harry and Luna over and I slowly rose from my chair, pacing the back of the room. 

Hermione timidly approached me. "How are the children?"

"Fine. Trang is with them now." I said mechanically. 

"Are you-" 

"Hermione, I'd really rather not be bothered right now." I inhaled sharply, looking over at her. "It'll just make everyone nervous." 

"Okay." Hermione said softly, heading back over to where Ron was. 

I knew I needed to act better. I needed everyone to feel confident. My fear was not for the people in this room- almost all of who would be fine- but  my attitude would convince them differently. I needed to put a confident face on. 

I straightened up. I pushed all of my fears and worries down, locking them in the depths of my heart. I would do what I always did, every year during the conflict: I would become the main event. 

I ran from the room, finding myself easily on the right floor as I watched Flitwick, Sprout, and McGonagall duel Severus. He barely caught my eye before he took off through a classroom door. I sprinted after the teachers, heart pounding, wand drawn. I could hear McGonagall cry out, "Coward! COWARD!" 

"What's happened, what's happened?" Luna asked somewhere as I skidded to a stop inside of the room. 

"He jumped." Professor McGonagall said as Harry and Luna joined me in the room. 

"You mean he's dead?" Harry sprinted to the window as Flitwick and Sprout let out yells of shock at his sudden appearance. I hated the hope that was in Harry's voice, but I pushed it away once more. 

"No, he's not dead. Unlike Dumbledore, he was still carrying a wand. . . and he seems to have learned a few tricks from his master." McGonagall caught  my eye and the bitterness in her voice lightened a little. 

"Harry!" Slughorns' voice came from behind. "Elizabeth! My dear children. . . what a surprise. . . Minerva, do please explain. . . Severus. . . what?" 

"Our headmaster is taking a short break." 

"Professor! Professor, we've got to barricade the school, he's coming now!" Harry shouted, pressing his hands to his forehead. 

"Very well. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is coming. Potter has work to do in the castle on Dumbledore's orders. We need to put in place every protection of which we are capable while Potter does what he needs to do." McGonagall said swiftly. 

"You realize, of course, that nothing we do will be able to keep out You-Know-Who indefinitely?" Flitwick asked. 

"But we can hold him up." Sprout said firmly. 

"Thank you, Pomona. I suggest we establish basic protection around the place, then gather our students and meet in the Great Hall. Most must be evacuated, though if any of those who are over age wish to stay and fight, I think they ought to be given the chance." 

"Agreed. I shall meet you in the Great Hall in twenty minutes with my House." Professor Sprout said as she left the classroom. 

"I can act from here." Flitwick said, starting to recite incantations. Harry quickly approached him to ask him about the diadem. 

"We shall meet you and your Ravenclaws in the Great Hall, Filius!" McGonagall said and beckoned to the three of us. We exited the classroom only for Slughorn to finally say something, which were not to any of our liking. 

"My word. What a to-do! I'm not at all sure whether this is wise, Minerva. He is bound to find a way in, you know, and anyone who has tried to delay him will be in most grievous peril-" 

"I shall expect you and the Slytherins in the Great Hall in twenty minutes, also. If you wish to leave with your students, we shall not stop you. But if any of you attempt to sabotage our resistance or take up arms against us within this castle, then, Horace, we duel to kill." 

"Minerva!" 

"The time has come for Slytherin House to decide upon its loyalties. Go and wkae your students, Horace." 

The three of us had to run after Professor McGonagall from how fast she was walking. She stood now in the middle of the corridor and raised her wand, "Piertotum- oh, for heaven's sake, Filch, not now-" 

"Students out of bed! Students in the corridors!" 

"They're supposed to be, you blithering idiot! Now go and do something constructive! Find Peeves!" 

"P-Peeves?" Filch stammered. 

"Yes, Peeves, you fool, Peeves! Haven't you been complaining about him for a quarter of a century? Go and fetch him, at once!" Filch hobbled away, muttering under his breath as he did so. "And now- Piertotum Locomotor!" 

We watched as the statues and suits of armor jumped from their plinths, and heard the crashes of the ones above and below this floor. The stone statues marched in uniform line through the hallway and down the stairs, probably out to the front of the castle. 

"Hogwarts is threatened! Man the boundaries, protect us, do your duty to our school!" Professor McGonagall clasped her hands together and actually smiled for a moment. "I always wanted to do that." 

She turned to us. "Now, Potter. You, Miss Lovegood, and Miss Kane had better return to your friends and bring them to the Great Hall- I shall rouse the other Gryffindors." 

Harry, Luna, and I sprinted through the school. We passed students with their teachers. Heads spun as we ran past and whispers followed us with our names in them. We ignored them, running up the flights of stairs and down hallways that would lead us to the Room of Requirement. 

Luna, Harry, and I ran down the steep staircase that was in the Room of Requirement and came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. 

"Wh-" Harry sputtered, slipping down some of the stairs. 

The first people I saw were Kingsley and Dad, who were standing next to each other. On instinct, my hand slipped into my pocket, fingering the different bottles of liquid luck once more. I breathed out. I could do this. 

"Harry, what's happening?" Dad asked as he met us at the foot of the stairs. Without talking to me, he pulled me into a bone crushing hug. 

"Voldemort's on his way, they're barricading the school- Snape's run for it- What are you doing here? How did you know?" 

"We sent messages to the rest of Dumbledore's Army." Fred spoke up. "You couldn't expect everyone to miss the fun, Harry, and the D.A. let the Order of the Phoenix know, and it all kind of snowballed." 

I could see the original Gryffindor Quidditch Chasers talking to Oliver Wood like it was some nice get together. I bit my bottom lip. 

"What first, Harry. What's going on?" 

"They're evacuating the younger kids and everyone's meeting in the Great Hall to get organized. We're fighting." Harry said. 

Their was a huge roar and the crowd surged past us. I stepped to the side, clutching dad's arm, not wanting to let him go. 

There weren't much people once we were left standing. It was simply Harry, Dad, Mr and Mrs. Weasley, Fred and George, Bill, Fleur, Ginny, and myself. Mrs. Weasley was arguing about Ginny about the fighting. 

"You're underage! I won't permit it! The boys, yes, but you, you've got to go home!" 

"I won't! I'm in Dumbledore's Army-" 

"A teenagers' gang!" 

"A teenagers' gang that's about to take him on, which no one else has dared to do!" Fred tried to defend his sister. 

"She's sixteen! She's not old enough! What you two were thinking, bringing her with you-" 

 "Mum's right, Ginny. You can't do this. Everyone underage will have to leave, it's only right." Bill said softly. 

"I can't go home! My whole family's here, I can't stand waiting there alone and not knowing and-" She shook her head and finished bitterly. "Fine. I'll say good-bye now, then, and-" 

We looked over at the entrance hole as we heard scuffling and the thump of somebody falling out of it. The figure pulled himself up on the nearest chair, looking around and asking, "Am I too late? Has it started? I only just found out, so I- I-" 

Percy broke off, spluttering into silence. The silence was so thick that it felt like the room was actually growing colder. 

"So- 'ow eez leetle Teddy?" 

My dad just blinked at her, startled before he understood and said rather loudly, "I- oh yes- he's fine! Yes, Tonks is with him- at her mother's- Here I've got a picture!" He was actually shouting now, his hands grabbing at his pockets before pulling out a photograph, showing it to me, Harry, and Fleur. 

My brother was an adorable little thing, very tiny with a head full of bright turquoise hair. He waved his little fists at the camera. 

"I was a fool!" Percy roared, so loudly I flinched and dad nearly dropped the photograph, clutching it tightly with his fingers once more. "I was an idiot, I was a pompous prat, I was a- a-" 

"Ministry-loving, family-disowning, power-hungry moron?" Fred finished. 

"Yes, I was!" 

"Well, you can't say fairer than that." Fred said, holding his hand out to his elder brother. 

Percy didn't even get to shake his brothers' hand. . . the last time to shake his brothers' hand, before Mrs. Weasley ran forwards in tears, pushing Fred to the side. . . the last time she would push him to the side, to strangle Percy in a hug. 

"I'm sorry, Dad." Percy said. Mr. Weasley hurried forward to hug his son like he had returned from the dead. 

But they would never hug Fred again. 

"What made you see sense, Perce?" George asked. 

"It's been coming on for a while. But I had to find a way out, and it's not so easy at the Ministry, they're imprisoning traitors all the time. I managed to make contact with Aberforth and he tipped me off ten minutes ago that Hogwarts was going to make a fight of it, so here I am." 

"Well, we do look to our prefects to take a lead at times such as these." George imitated Percys' pompous manner from when he had been at Hogwarts. "Now let's get upstairs and fight, or all the good Death Eaters'll be taken." 

"So, you're my sister-in-law now?" Percy asked, shaking hands with Fleur while walking up the stairs with his twin brothers and Bill. 

"Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley snapped as the young girl had been trying to sneak out of the Room of Requirement herself. 

"What about this?" I quickly interfered. Ginny looked at me with hope and Dad closed his mouth since I was about to steal his line. "We need someone to stay in the room to keep it open, specifically to keep the secret passageway between Aberforths' bar and this room open to evacuate the kids. Ginny can stay here for the time being, that way she won't be in the  middle of fighting, but then she can be an informant and the gatekeeper." 

"I-" Ginny glared angrily at me. 

"That's a good idea. Ginny, you stay in this room, you hear me?" Mr. Weasley said. '

Mr and Mrs. Weasley walked out and Dad went with them. I hesitated and then squeezed Harry's shoulder, hurrying back to my fathers' side. Harry would be able to manage without me, but I needed to keep an eye on my father. 

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖈𝖊𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 of the Great Hall was dark and scattered with stars, and below it the four long House tables were lined with tired students, half in traveling cloaks and half in dressing gowns. Every school ghost imaginable was in the room, floating up near the ceiling. 

For a moment, I forgot my worries, as I saw Firenze standing with the remaining teachers and the members of the Order of the Phoenix. They were all standing behind Professor McGonagall who was making her speech about who could stay and who could not. 

"And what if we want to stay and fight?" Ernie asked. 

I smiled a little. 

"If you are of age, you may stay." 

"What about our things? Our trunks, our owls?" 

Priorities please?

"We have no time to collect possessions. The important thing is to get you out of here safely." 

"Where's Professor Snape?" A girl from Slytherin asked. 

My heart clenched. 

"He has, to use a common phrase, done a bunk." Professor McGonagall said and the other three house tables cheered. I simply looked down at the ground. 

No emotion. 

"We have already placed protection around the castle, but it is unlikely to hold for very long unless we reinforce it. I must ask you, therefore, to move quickly and calmly, and do as your prefects-" 

"I know that you are preparing to fight." Some of the students screamed as Voldemorts' voice filled the room. It surrounded everyone, like he was both whispering in your ear, yet speaking right in front of you, while also speaking at the front of room, echoing throughout. "Your efforts are futile. You cannot fight me. I do not want to kill you. I have great respect for the teachers of Hogwarts. I do not want to spill magical blood." 

The room was silent now, though some of the students still clutched each other. 

"Give me Harry Potter or Elizabeth Kane and none shall be harmed. Give me Harry Potter, and I shall leave the school untouched. Give me Elizabeth Kane, and you will be rewarded. You have until Midnight." 

There was a silence again as every eye in the room found Harry and I. Pansy Parkinson rose from the table and screamed, "But there they are! They're there! Someone grab them!" 

Neither Harry nor I even had to move as the three tables moved in unison, facing the Slytherin table. Wands were drawn at every angle, not just from the students, but from the Professors and Order as well. 

"Thank you, Miss Parkinson. You will leave the Hall first with Mr. Filch. If the rest of your House could follow." Professor McGonagall said in a clipped voice. 

"Wait." A Slytherin male rose. I frowned just slightly because I recognized him. It was the same Slytherin seventh year from last year that had complimented me on the Professor artwork. The Slytherin who had decided that they would all sign it for the Professors. The Slytherin who had made the uniting of four houses- even for just that day- possible. "What if we want to fight regardless of our house?" 

There was a stunned silence before some of them broke out in whispers, including the Slytherins around him. 

He flushed only slightly, but said determinedly. "Elizabeth showed us last year what we can do when the four houses unite so. . ." He walked forwards, approaching me. I pushed past the students who were attempting to 'protect' me and met him halfway. 

I smiled a little, holding out my hand. He shook it, the two of us keeping eye contact. "Welcome to the team." 

He nodded. Ten other Slytherins broke away, joining him. I glanced up at the front of the Great Hall, meeting Firenze's' eyes. He looked so proud, smiling gently, and nodded at me. I smiled back just slightly. 

The rest of the Slytherins left after Filch. One by one, McGonagall dismissed the other three people, Gryffindor showing their bravery by leaving half the table there. McGonagall descended on them to start kicking the ones underage out. 

Kingsley stepped up to the platform while this was happening. "We've only got half an hour until midnight, so we need to act fast! A battle plan has been agreed between the teachers of Hogwarts and the Order of the Phoenix. Professor Flitwick, Sprout, and McGonagall are going to take groups of fighters up to the three highest towers- Ravenclaw, Astronomy, and Gryffindor- where they'll have a good overview, excellent positions from which to work spells. Meanwhile Remus, Arthur, and I will take groups into the grounds. We'll need somebody to organize defense of the entrances of the passageways into the school-" 

"Sounds like a job for us!" Fred called out, motioning between himself and George. 

"All right, leaders up here and we'll divide up the troops!" 

"So," I said, turning to the Slytherin. "I think it's only fair I learn your name." 

He grinned, "Malcolm Samael." 

I tilted my head slightly. "Jewish mythology last name?" 

He flushed a little. "You recognize it." 

I raised a teasing eyebrow. "Well perhaps you aren't aware but uh, I happen to be the smartest witch of my year." 

"Duly noted." He smirked. "So, you our team leader?" He motioned to the other ten Slytherins with him, nine boys and a girl. All of them looking to be the same age as him. 

"You are." I said, smacking his arm. "I got a solo job to do. Good luck." 

"You too Kane." He said and the eleven of them headed off. Others watched them go, clearly not trusting them, but I did, despite not knowing their future. 

I stayed in the shadows, following dad and his group as a cat. I stayed in the shadows, even as the Death Eaters collided with them, my green eyes scanning the battlefield until I laid eyes on my prey: Dolohov. The man who would kill my father. 

I streaked across the battlefield as he started to duel Dad. The two of them fought viciously, streaks of green flying. I couldn't waste anymore time. I raced towards Dolohov, before leaping at him. He looked at me, stunned, perhaps wondering why a cat was lunging at him. He raised his wand and I switched, becoming human. 

He crashed to the ground, staring up at me in shock, the light dying from his eyes as I had stabbed him through the neck, killing him immediately. 

"ELIZABETH!" My dad shouted, racing across the battlefield, skidding to a stop, staring down at me. I staggered to my feet, pulling out the liquid luck. 

"He would've killed you." I whispered, pushing the golden liquid into his hand. "Drink. Now. Do you understand me?" 

"Yes." He whispered. 

"I have to go save Fred next." I whispered. "Don't die on me dad, please. That was the only one I foresaw." 

"Okay." He nodded. "Elizabeth, I love you." 

Tears pricked at my eyes but I wouldn't let them flow over. "I love you too." 

I raced back into the castle only to collide with Tonks halfway there. I grabbed her, dragging her away from the fighting. 

"Elizabeth let me go! I have to get to Remus!" Tonks shouted, trying to jerk her arm out of my grip. 

"Not before you drink this." I snapped. 

I couldn't kill Bellatrix. For one thing, she would see my cat surprise attack far quicker than Dolohov, nor would she hesitate like he had. For another, Mrs. Weasley had to be the one to kill her, it was imperative for Voldemorts' death, I knew that much. But I couldn't let Tonks die either. Dad was saved and he wouldn't fall in love again, I knew that much too. 

"Liquid luck?" Tonks asked. 

"Listen to me. You must stay away from Bellatrix Tonks, at all costs. Dolohov was supposed to killed Dad and Bellatrix was supposed to kill you. I killed Dolohov so Dad should be fine, but I can't kill Bellatrix. You have to stay away from her, please Tonks. Dad won't make it if you don't." 

"Okay." Tonks said, calmer now that I had explained it to her. She downed the potion right in front of me, before taking off again and this time, I let her. 

I sprinted, sweat pouring down my back, my hair sticking to the back of my neck. I made it to the Room of Requirement, only to dive out of the way as the doors shot open, Fiendfyre shooting a flame above my body. I rolled out of the way just as the doors closed, three brooms colliding on the floor, dropping their passengers. 

"C-Crabbe. C-Crabbe. . ." Malfoy choked out. Ash covered his face as he coughed and retched. Goyle laid nearby unconscious, but Harry, Hermione, and Ron were alright. 

"He's dead." Ron said harshly. 

"Are you three alright?" I asked. 

"Where have you been?" Hermione asked. 

"I just saved my dad's life." I explained, helping her to her feet. A look of understanding and then relief crossed her face. "And hopefully Tonks as well." 

Suddenly, the Headless Haunt ghosts burst out of the wall, all of them carrying their heads under their arms, which were screaming for blood. They rode on into the battle that was ensuing down the hall and screams echoed back down to us that were not from the ghost heads. 

"Where's Ginny?" Harry asked, getting to his own feet. "She was here. She was supposed to be going back into the Room of Requirement!" 

"Blimey, d'you reckon it'll still work after that fire?" Ron asked as he also got to his feet. "Shall we split up and look-" 

"No." Hermione said. "Let's stick together. I say we go- Harry, what's that on your arm?" 

"What? Oh yeah-" 

It broke my heart to see an heirloom so old, ancient, and valuable destroyed like that. It was literally a piece of history that had been ruined beyond repair. Something that should've been in a museum or put being a glass case, unrecognizable and in burned pieces with melted gems. 

"It must have been the Fiendfyre!" Hermione gasped as we watched it literally burst into a thousand pieces, clinking lightly as they hit the marble floor. My heart shattered with it. 

"Sorry?" 

"Cursed fire." I explained quickly, heart thumping again as I knew Fred was going to die soon. "It's one of the substances that destroy Horcruxes." 

"I would never, ever have dared use it, it's so dangerous- how did Crabbe know how to-" Hermione explained. 

"Must've learned from the Carrows." Harry said. 

"Shame he wasn't concentrating when they mentioned how to stop it, really." Ron said. "If he hadn't tried to kill us all, I'd be quite sorry he was dead." 

"But don't you realize? This means, if we can just get the snake-" Hermione said. 

I froze, my hand in my pocket as I realized I had two bottles left instead of one. I had been so focused on saving Dad and following him, that I had never given the Felix Felicis to Fred. 

 "No." I whispered. 

I turned to shouts, my heart failing. Death Eaters had backed Fred and Percy into view. I sprinted forwards, the other three on my tail. 

"Hello Minister!" Percy bellowed, sending a neat jinx straight at Thicknesse, who dropped his wand and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort. "Did I mention I'm resigning." 

Time please slow down. 

"You're joking, Perce!" Fred shouted as I shot a stunning spell at his Death Eater. But I knew that wasn't what would kill him. 

I gripped the liquid luck tightly in my other hand. 

Please. He just needed to drink a drop. 

"You actually are joking, Perce. . ." 

Please. 

"Fred! Catch!" I shouted, tossing the liquid luck under hand to him. He caught it, continuing to speak to Perce, still laughing, "I don't think I've heard you joke since you were-" 

"FRED!" I screamed. 

The air exploded. I flew off of my feet, squeezing my eyes closed as dust settled around us. I slammed into the wall, feeling something metal and long collide with my back. I cried out, before slamming against the marble floor. Rock hit me from above 

I struggled, trying to claw my way out from underneath the rubble I was trapped under. I could hear Percy screaming and tears streaked down my face as I wiggled like a turtle on its back, but the chunks of rock were crushing me. 

Hermione staggered to her feet with Harry's help, levitating the rock off of me. 

"No- no- no! No! Fred! No!" 

"NO." I sobbed, collapsing into Hermione. 

Percy was kneeling by Fred's side shaking him, Ron next to him. Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face, a puddle of golden liquid and shattered glass in his hand.

⬅️➡️

[natuart]

TRANS WOMEN ARE WOMEN

I love #Harrypotter but I totally hate all of JK Rowling's transphobic comments. I wanted to make a drawing, it seemed appropriate that it be in the month of June . Amo #Harrypotter pero aborresco totalmente todos los comentarios transfobicos de JK Rowling. Queria hacer un dibujo, me parecia apropiado que sea en el mes de Junio . instagram, tiktok, youtube, twitter, threads: _natu_art_ . . .

[incorrectquotesharrypotterv]

Pansy: Professor Snape won't trace this back to us, right?

Y/n: Are you kidding? He traces everything back to us. Professor Snape traces things we haven't even done yet back to us.

[mrs-sharp]

Everytime you realise your favourite fictional character is... fictional.

[phoebe-delia]

One of the reasons I love Drarry professor get-together fics is because can you imagine how surreal and amazing it would be for the teachers that taught them to watch them fall in love?

Especially McGonagall. Like. She watched them fight—watched Draco bully Harry—for seven years. Only to then hire them both to teach. And of course she would be nervous about them being around each other again.

But when they don't fight?? When they're cordial, and then become friends, and then start flirting??? And then start DATING??

How insane must that be for her and the other teachers?? The teachers who also taught both their parents?? Like?? And sure, it's possible they'd be like "Oh they've always been obsessed with each other. it makes sense it would eventually manifest like this." And yes, that's true, but it still must be so surreal to watch.

[tamayula-hl]

Girls in 90s Japanese anime style💕

extra

It is very difficult to describe the boys in this style of drawing... 🫠

[eternalremorse]

Now they are together 😭💔

[jmscornerlibrary]

(staff room, afternoon)

McGonagall: ... Why does Filius keep looking at you in such a strange manner, Severus?

Snape: (sipping coffee whilst marking) I don't know what you mean.

McGonagall: Why, he keeps glancing at you, as though he's afraid you're about to drop dead any moment.

Snape:

Snape: ...I may or may not have informed Filius about the function of the liver and lungs yesterday evening.

McGonagall:

McGonagall: ...I don't see how that-

Snape: I told him that my organs must be practically decomposed from myself breathing in toxic fumes and testing potions since an adolescent. Then, of course, as Potion's Master. I suspect that from that moment onwards, Filius wholeheartedly believes that I am mortally ill.

McGonagall:

Snape: What? Did you really think repeatedly making poisons and draughts of living death isn't going to have consequences on my health?

Snape: *coughs loudly*

Flitwick: (watery sniffling from behind piles of marking at the other table)

Snape: *smirks*

McGonagall:

McGonagall: You are despicable.

Snape: I am completely and utterly hilarious, Minerva.

[dapper-suitor]

snape: I hate harry potter

also snape: *adopts harry potter*

[marinamichkina]

My personal artistic view of Severus) ❤ Based on the photo of young Alan and my own tastes.

I'm sorry if Snape is "totally different" to you.

Nowadays, all artists need to attach the drawing process so that they are not accused of AI. I am attaching the process. I don't use AI.

[himegureisu]

Father

Summary: Your period is late and that may mean one thing.

Author's Rambles: I have a job interview tomorrow morning and I'm procrastinating. This fic was supposed to be for June but I can't wait that long.

Pairing: Severus Snape x Female Reader

Warning: Pregnancy.

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In the grand scheme of your life, there were three constants. Your husband, Severus, your job at the Ministry, and your period. Every month, on the second week, it arrives without fail until it didn’t.

In the beginning, you didn’t notice. Caught up in the routine of daily life, its’ absence is blissfully forgotten. Especially since every woman could do without the pain once in a while.

However, as days turned into weeks, your stash of products remained untouched in the bathroom cupboards, and the surplus reminds you of your monthly visitor missing in action. There could only be one reason but…

You could be wrong.

It could be stress from work or the constant time zone changes that affect your body. Yet, the overwhelming fatigue, the cramps, and the light spotting at what should be that time of the month were signs you couldn’t ignore.

In his Potions’ storage, you gather the necessary ingredients for the gravidity draught and head towards his vacant classroom. Your heart pounds beneath your chest as you walk through the halls mindlessly greeting the students that passed.

On his table, you lay the ingredients down following the steps in the tome, carefully measuring each one before adding them to the cauldron. Its’ color slowly changes as it brews. Your thoughts are overwhelmed by the possibility that you nearly jump at the sound of his voice.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his eyes narrow in suspicion, as he approaches the table, “Hm?”

“I’m making a Potion,” you mumble, unable to look him in the eye as you stir, as he muttered, “Obviously,”

“That begs the question, what are you making?”

“I’m certain you can make an educated guess from the ingredients I retrieved from your stores,”

His eyes meticulously roam over the herbs and extracts of creatures spread out in order of the steps the potion would be brewn. His sharp intake of breath after a minute or so tells you he’s deduced it.

“Let me,” he steps in front of you, taking the ladle from your trembling hands, as you step back and watch, “You didn’t call for me,”

“Sev,” you whisper, he huffs, as you wind your arms around his torso, “I was going to after…”

His hands deftly transfer the amount of liquid you need in your vial, the remainder needed to determine your condition, as you step up beside him. His face was incomprehensible, the first since your marriage that you couldn’t get a read on him.

“Unacceptable,” he simply said, “In hardship and in triumph, in sickness and in health, in every step of the way, I will be with you. From this day until the end, come what may, I am yours. ”

Your breath hitched at his deep voice professing those vows you exchanged years before. His eyes meet yours when you look up and stand by his side.

“You will never be alone whatever the outcome,” he professes, placing a gentle kiss on your left hand where your rings rest, and holding it as he takes the vial from the rack to offer it to you, “I promised,”

“I love you, so much,” you try to hold back tears as you take the vial in one hand, and grip his on the other, “Here goes,”

In a gulp, you drink the liquid and grimace at the awful taste.

“It takes two minutes,” he murmurs, taking you in an embrace, as you both stare at the other vial in the rack, “The color should change to green if it’s positive and red if it’s negative. If it’s yellow, it is too early to tell,”

“Can we turn around?” you ask anxiously, he complies as you turn to face the wall, and from there you start to ramble, “I know you’re not fond of children and I know we said we’d think about this when we get here and…”

“I’m not fond of children,” he does say, and your heart nearly breaks into a million pieces there, “But, they’re not ours and I wouldn’t truly know if we didn’t have one, no?”

“You’re okay if it’s positive?” your voice quivers, as he cups your cheeks and nudges you to look at him, “Or if it’s negative?”

“I wouldn’t mind a little girl that looks just like her mother,” he admits, and pulls you in, trying to resist the urge to sneak a glance, “Or a boy would be fortunate to inherit your nose. However, should it be negative we can stop contraception and leave it to fate,”

“Okay, is it time?” you nervously ask, he briefly glances at the clock at the end of the room and nods, and you compromise, “On the count of three, we turn around together,”

On one, you hold his hand tight. Two, has him squeeze back reassuringly. Three, has you both turning around to face the potion that would change the course of your lives forever.

Green. Positive.

“Oh my god,” your tears finally fall in a mixture of disbelief, joy, and fear. “Oh my god, Sev!”

There was a lone tear that glistened on Severus’ cheek.

His thoughts were a jumble ever since a student informed him that you were alone and making a potion in his classroom. His feelings were hurt because you didn’t confide in him of your suspicions. Especially considering the gravity of its implications, however, it seems he made the right choice by going to you.

“We’re going to be parents,” he whispers.

He never thought he would be. He never thought there would be anyone after Lily. He never thought he’d meet you. He never thought you’d return his love. But here you were together, years later after that fated day.

It was a whirlwind of emotions, but he couldn’t deny the joy and excitement at the thought that a manifestation of your love for each other would arrive in nine months.

“Severus?” you wipe the tear marks away, but he didn’t answer, “Sev —”

His arms hoist you up the free space on the edge of his table and he stands between your legs. His right hand rests on top of your lower abdomen lightly caressing the nonexistent bump.

“Thank you,” he breathed out, his heart near bursting, as you smiled, “I never thought I could be this happy.”

“I never thought I could be too,” you say, his eyes twinkling in happiness, but your stomach grumbled in hunger, “How about we go get a late lunch, Papa?”

Papa.

“Anything for you two,”

[tageerdo]

Quick Sketch(s)

[masqueradereveler21]

“Believe me, Professor, I’ve been asking myself the same question for the whole year.”

• Another commission done by the wonderful @millyillus 🤍 thank you again for bringing this character to life, I am forever amazed by your talent •

[lamieboo]

Professor Sharp having a mental breakdown in his car on the clock app 🤪🤪 I wonder who he’s referring to

( yes I posted a new video )

[traceyc-uk]

Back to Hogwarts! to also mark September 1st, the first page of a Fig related comic I thought most appropriate. A bit of training before term starts✨

[made-by-moon]

The Marauders era characters as things people in my school said:

"Sometimes, you have to girlboss through life."- Marlene McKinnon

"Honestly? Take your british accent and shove it up your ass and shut the fuck up."- Regulus Black

"It's not my generation that created situationships. It was you. Shame on you."- Slughorn about Barty and Evan

"He may be a bastard but he is our bastard"- James Potter about Remus

"Ride me like a stallion I am *neighs*"- Sirius Black

"Great ideas come from great cocks."- Remus Lupin, stoned out of his mind