#mr. lumos

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── .✦ SNEAKING INTO THE FORBIDDEN FOREST ? READ THIS GUIDE !

if you’re reading this, you’ve officially gone mad. brilliant, good for you. the forest isn’t just trees and shadows; it’s death with a personality. most of it either bites, poisons, or curses you. the rest? probably waiting to eat your corpse. still, if you’re dead set on going in there (or someone double-dog-dared you), this guide might keep you alive. maybe. don’t get your hopes up.

there’s no “one size fits all” for forest survival. what happens depends on what you find—or what finds you first. and don’t act like you’re invincible just because you know a few spells. the forbidden forest doesn’t care. so read this, prepare smart, and try not to die.

DAYTIME PREP: don’t wait until the last minute, silly

this isn’t some “grab your wand and vibes” situation. the forest is a predator playground. get your life together now. here’s how.

🧳 WHAT TO BRING !

1. your wand:

• i shouldn’t have to say this, but you do need it.

• make sure it’s polished, properly tuned (ollivanders will hex me for saying this, but a quick rub with moondew helps), and capable of these spells:

• lumos: obviously. but practice dimming it (lumos minima) so you’re not a walking lighthouse.

• nox: don’t forget to turn it off.

• protego: your shield charm will save your life, but only if you’re fast.

• stupefy: stunning. aim well; miss once, and you’re done.

• incendio: it’s fire. creatures hate fire. you should love fire.

• episkey: minor healing charm. it won’t regrow your arm, but it’ll stop the bleeding.

• silencio: for you, your mates, or something noisy trying to give away your location.

if you need a wand:

• nick one. i don’t care where. no wand, no chance. but if you’re desperate, try borrowing one from a younger kid—first years are easy to bribe with chocolate frogs.

2. an invisibility solution:

• option 1: cloak. potter has one. nick it if you can.

• option 2: disillusionment charm. harder than it looks. practice near the lake; the squid won’t judge you.

• option 3: don’t get seen. dark robes, quick feet, and shadows are your best mates.

3. snacks (for creatures, not you):

• honeydukes chocolate: nifflers and centaurs like it. snag it from honeydukes.

• raw meat: thestrals are carnivores. ask the kitchen elves—they’ll think it’s for your owl.

• woodlice or shiny things: bowtruckles will pick bark over your eyeballs if you bribe them.

• coins or fake jewels: nifflers don’t care if it’s real, as long as it’s shiny.

4. healing gear:

• dittany: nothing heals like this. sneak into greenhouse three during herbology class. sprout keeps the best batch behind the fanged geraniums.

• murtlap essence: for bites and burns. ask hagrid; he always has some.

• a bezoar: if you’re worried about poison, snag one from snape’s potions cupboard. pray he doesn’t catch you, or the bezoar won’t be your only problem.

5. clothes:

• quiet boots. no squeaky soles.

• dark robes that don’t glitter (you’re not at the yule ball).

• gloves. trust me, some plants bite.

6. extras for safety:

• a rope: in case of quicksand or to climb trees. steal from hagrid’s shed.

• lantern or enchanted candles: lumos is great, but a backup light won’t hurt.

• a map of the forest (if you can find one): rumor says the centaurs have some, but good luck convincing them to share.

ESCAPING HOGWARTS: don’t get caught before you even start

hogwarts is a bloody maze, and you will run into someone if you’re not careful. professors and filch have schedules, and if you don’t know them, you’re done for.

🧙‍♀️ WHERE THE PROFESSORS ROAM :

1. mcgonagall:

• loves the first-floor hallways after dinner. stick to the west wing if you’re moving early.

2. snape:

• lives in the dungeons and stalks them like a greasy bat. avoid the lower levels entirely. if you must go down there, hug the shadows near the potion shelves.

3. filch & mrs. norris:

• unpredictable. loves the staircases, especially the third-floor landing.

🗺️ SECRET PASSAGEWAYS TO USE

1. humpbacked witch statue (third floor):

• tap the statue with your wand and say, “dissendium.” it’ll drop you into a tunnel straight to honeydukes cellar. brilliant for sneaking into the forest via hogsmeade.

2. mirror near the library (fourth floor):

• move the frame. the passage pops out behind hagrid’s hut.

3. tapestry of barnabas the barmy (seventh floor):

• leads to a staircase near the great hall exit.

4. kitchen corridor:

• tickle the pear on the painting of the fruit bowl. crawl through.

THE FOREST: how to survive

it’s not just trees. the forest is alive with creatures—some lovely, some terrifying.

⚠️ THE ZONES

• the thestral glade: eerie but quiet. carnivores, but they won’t bother you if you’re chill.

• acromantula territory: webbed trees = run.

• unicorn pools: shimmering water, pure vibes, very rare.

• centaur trails: hoofprints mark them. don’t stray; they’re territorial.

• dark caves: deep, damp, and cursed. avoid unless you want to meet something worse than spiders.

🕷️ THE CREATURES

1. acromantulas:

• danger: lethal.

• massive spiders with a taste for meat.

• what to do: back away slowly. don’t scream, and don’t run. use incendio if they’re too close.

2. thestrals:

• danger: chill, if respected.

• skeletal horses. they’re carnivorous, but they won’t eat you unless provoked.

• what to do: offer raw meat. they’ll vibe with you if you’re polite.

3. hippogriffs:

• danger: depends on your manners.

• proud and powerful.

• what to do: bow. wait for them to bow back. don’t get cheeky.

4. boggarts:

• danger: emotional damage.

• takes the form of your worst fear.

• what to do: riddikulus. laugh, even if you’re dying inside.

5. unicorns:

• danger: none.

• pure and shy.

• what to do: stay soft. let them approach you.

6. werewolves (during the full moon):

• danger: instant death.

• feral and fast.

• what to do: climb a tree and pray.

7. centaurs:

• danger: medium.

• intelligent but territorial.

• what to do: no sudden movements. speak respectfully.

8. red caps:

• danger: sneaky.

• little goblin-like creatures that thrive in blood-soaked areas.

• what to do: light scares them. use lumos maxima.

9. hinkypunks:

• danger: misleading. lure travelers with lanterns into danger, though will rarely be sighted around here.

• what to do: lumos maxima breaks their hold.

10. grindylows:

• danger: moderate. water-dwellers with grabby fingers.

• what to do: stay out of the water. expelliarmus disarms their grip.

11. erkling:

• danger: high. goblin-like with mesmerizing laughter.

• what to do: cotton in ears, stupefy.

SNEAKING BACK IN

1. timing:

• be back by 4 a.m. professors wake early, and you don’t want to meet mcgonagall in a corridor.

2. clean up:

• mud, twigs, or spider guts? get rid of it before someone sees.

3. cover story:

• “couldn’t sleep. went to the library.”

• or, “peeves pulled into one of his pranks. you know how he is.”

final thought: you’re either brave or stupid, but at least you’re prepared. good luck. or not. the forest doesn’t care.

[thecharacterchronicler]

Exams, poltergeists & supply closets (Part 1) || Sebastian Sallow x Reader || Smut

Outline: You and Sebastian decide to sneak into your professor’s office late at night but with Peeves chasing after you, you have no choice but to hide together in a tiny supply closet… One thing leading to another, you end up passing the time rather pleasantly together. But your actions may have unexpected consequences…

Word count: 3’464

Warnings: explicit smut, (accidental) pregnancy, characters aged up (20s) and probably a few mistakes here and there because English isn’t my first language.

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It was late. Far too late to still be up and roaming the empty corridors of the castle. Sebastian knew what he risked if he got caught, he knew what you risked too but he simply didn’t see any alternative this time, it was an emergency.

“Will you tell me where we are going now ?” You asked him, walking behind him, close enough to benefit from the light of his wand, guiding his steps in the dimly lit halls.

He stopped in his tracks and you bumped into him with a thud. He turned around to look at you with a disapproving look, raising a finger to his lips to ask you to be quiet and you rolled your eyes at him. It wasn’t your fault, the least he could have done was warn you that he was going to stop so abruptly…

He froze, carefully listening to the sounds of the castle in the night, making sure no one was around to catch you breaking school rules. Again.

Once he decided that it was safe enough to continue, he started walking in direction of a wooden door you recognized with surprise.

“Mrs Weasley’s office ?” You exclaimed, as quietly as you could. “Is this how you are planning to help me out ?”

“She threatened to not let you finish the school year if you failed her preparatory exam.” Sebastian justified, reaching out to try to open the door but of course, it was locked. “What else can we do ?”

“Oh I don’t know, study maybe ? Try to keep up with homework ? Take more notes in class ? Anything but breaking into her office in the middle of the night!” You responded, scandalized that he’d take such a careless risk. Did he not realize that you both were very close to getting expelled from Hogwarts for various reasons ? Adding breaking into a professor’s office definitely wouldn’t help your case.

“I’ve heard your answers when Ominis quizzed you on the subject this evening, it was catastrophic.”

“You aren’t exactly the best at transfiguration either.” You snapped back, vexed by his remark.

“I’m good enough to not fail my exams.” He retorted, before attempting to open the door with an Alohomora spell but it remained locked, probably protected by a charm. “Crap.”

He took a closer look at the lock, looked around to both sides of the corridor to make sure that no one was in sight and took a step back, outstretching his arm to protectively guide you behind him.

“Make sure you stay behind me.” He told you, raising his wand in front of him.

“Oh no, Sebastian, don’t you dare !” You said, knowing exactly what he had in mind.

“Confringo !” He shouted and flames bursted out of his wand, crashing against the door in a thud and setting the old wood on fire.

There’s no way you wouldn’t both be expelled after this.

You watched helplessly as the door consumed itself enough to let you in and followed Sebastian inside the office with resignation. Might as well go for it now that you were here…

“Lumos.” You whispered, at the same time as he did, once inside the dark circular room that Professor Weasley used as her private office between classes. It wasn’t big but there were a lot of items around, shelves against every wall filled with books, parchments and relics. A large desk in the center of the room, with pieces of papers and files neatly piled up. Some heavy looking chests on the floor, sealed by large locks. You weren’t sure where to start. “What are we even looking for ?”

“The answers for the upcoming exam.” He replied, almost casually, as he started rummaging through the papers on the desk. “I know she keeps them somewhere around here.”

You turned to the shelf closest to you, surveying the different books lined up and taking a closer look at a strange and ancient looking relic on display. Sebastian opened each drawer of the desk one by one, shamelessly invading your professor’s privacy with a desperate expression on his face. It almost seemed like he cared about you succeeding at this preparatory exam more than you did… But why ?

You focused on your task, quickly going through the parchement papers piled up in front of you but you didn’t find anything helpful. You turned to look at him, now searching the shelf on the opposite side of the room. You could tell the more minutes went by, the more agitated he became, audibly groaning in frustration each time his rummaging proved unsuccessful.

You were about to tell him that you both should head back to your dorms, that it didn’t matter that much and most of all, he shouldn’t be breaking the rules for your sake but a commotion behind what was left of the door made you freeze in place. You exchanged an alarmed look with Sebastian as you both stayed perfectly still, listening to your surroundings.

“And what do we have here ?” Peeves’ loud voice suddenly boomed, resounding against the walls.

“Crap.” You heard Sebastian groan, letting go of what he was doing to catch your hand and pull you towards the door. “We need to go !”

You let him guide you out of the office, not even bothering to cover your tracks or repair the door you had destroyed on your way in. It was no use, now that Peeves had seen you, you were surely going to be sent to detention. Or expelled.

“I think I saw the caretaker in the hall, he’s going to catch yoOoOoOou !” Peeves shouted, his airy form following you as you both ran through the empty hallway. “Mister MoOoOoOoOoOn !”

“Shut up, Peeves !” Sebastian yelled but it was no use, the poltergeist enjoyed nothing more than to tell on your friend and see him get punished for his infractions.

You ran hand in hand under the alcoves and up a spiraling staircase, the ghost still following you with loud bursts of laughter resonating in your ears.

“Here !” Sebastian exclaimed, pulling on your hand to ensure you took the same sharp turn as him. He stopped in front of a large door you didn’t recognize and opened it with no hesitation, pushing you inside a dark and narrow supply closet before joining you there, quietly closing the door and plunging you both in total darkness.

You both held your panting breaths as the loud ghost flew by in the hallway, waiting until his voice faded to breathe again. It’s only then, in the absolute silence of the castle that you realized how close you were from each other, your body pressed against his as his warm breath softly caressed your skin.

“Do you think it’s safe to get out now ?” You asked him, your voice a whisper in the dark.

“He said Mister Moon wasn’t far, I think we should wait it out a bit longer.” He replied, his usual confidence replaced by an hesitant tone, as if being so close to you was unsettling him more than what he would have expected it to.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, outstretching your arms as far as you could to assess the space you truly disposed off. You barely had enough room to take a step forward before your body pressed against the wall but at least it put a few inches of distance between you and Sebastian. You both still were panting, the sounds of your ragged breaths filling the narrow supply closet. You could feel the warm air leaving his lips hitting against the exposed skin of your neck, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You closed your eyes, leaning your forehead against the cold stone wall to try to distract yourself, your mind - and body - extremely aware of the proximity of him behind you.

An echo of Peeves’ laughter resounded in the distance, making it clear that it still wasn’t safe to come out of your hideout.

“Stupid poltergeist.” Sebastian breathed, the animosity he felt towards the ghost who loved to snitch on him very audible in his tone.

You kept quiet, hoping you’d soon get an opportunity to exit the all too small closet, because your heart was racing in your chest and you couldn’t help but feel a shudder of excitement coursing through your entire body each time a part of Sebastian brushed against you, like a teenager desperate for something more. It was embarrassing.

But not as embarrassing as the thing currently poking your lower back.

It was his turn to awkwardly clear his throat, attempting to back away as far as he could but the erection that had grown into - and now outstretched - his pants still touched you.

“You know, maybe we could try to pass the time in a fun way.” He suggested, obviously deciding to own up to the situation.

“Sebastian.” You said, trying to sound scandalized by the implications of his proposition and his very noticeable arousal but it came out all wrong, more like a whispered moan and less like the patronizing sigh you were going for.

He took a step closer and you felt the full length of his cock pressing up against your back, the heat radiating from underneath the fabric of his pants piercing through your skirt to warm your own skin up. He placed a hand on your hip, careful at first, and as innocent as he could be, gently caressing its way up your waist with a slowness that made it seem like he was waiting for you to protest… But you didn’t.

Getting bolder because of your silent approbation, he snaked a hand under your skirt, caressing the bare skin of your thigh before moving to your center. You leaned back against him, your heart racing and your breathing pant up. Rationally, you knew this was very wrong, but in the darkness and the narrow space forcing you against each other, it felt so right.

“Getting caught in such a compromising position, added to sneaking out past curefew and breaking into Professor Weasley’s office will probably get us expelled, I don’t think we should risk it.” You finally managed to say, although your body was melting under his fiery touch.

“We may have broken a few rules tonight but they can’t say anything about this, we’re both adults.” He replied, his voice low against your ear, making you shiver once more.

“It’s written in the official school regulations; no intercourse or other sexual misconduct will be tolerated in the castle.” You informed him, a gasp escaping from your lips as his fingers slipped under the elastic of your panties, sliding downwards between your thighs to where you were already wet with anticipation for his touch.

“In the castle… So you’re saying we should hook up outside next time ? Like out of the astronomy tower ? Or in the gardens ? The front courtyard ? Technically we could even do it under the bleachers of the quidditch pitch...” He retorted, playfully, while his fingers applied pressure where you so desperately needed to feel it, earning a soft whimper in reaction.

He buried his face against your neck, placing a wet kiss on your pulse point as he massaged your clit with ease, tugging on your hip with his other hand to get you to grind against the impressively hard buldge in his pants.

You weren’t sure how long it lasted, nor did you remember to be quiet, shamelessly moaning as he brought a finger to your entrance and your grinding against him allowed you to control the speed and depth with which it slipped in and out of your pussy.

You enjoyed the way he breathed loudly against your neck, the tiny gasps dropping from his mouth each time the pressure you applied against his erection caught him by surprise. A pleasant surprise.

You knew you shouldn’t want more. Shouldn’t want him. But it felt too good to stop and you both were already too far gone to even try so you didn’t stop him when his hand left your panties to focus on sliding them down your thighs instead, before pulling your skirt up to your hips.

“We shouldn’t.” You whispered, a moment of lucidity in your thoughts, probably sparked by the sudden vulnerability you felt now that your underwear had been removed. Good thing Sebastian couldn’t see you in the dark, otherwise he would have laughed at how red your cheeks probably were by now.

“Why not ?” He asked, interrupting his attempt to open up his pants and focusing his full attention on you.

“Because…” You started, but suddenly couldn’t think of any real reason as to why it wasn’t a good idea, except for one. “Because we’re friends.”

He laughed and you felt his hand on your chest moving upwards to your neck until it reached your chin. He turned your face in his direction, leaving merely an inch of space between your lips and his.

“We’ll still be friends after that.” He promised, pressing a kiss on your mouth that was everything but friendly. It was a passionate, eager and hungry kiss. Desperate even, and just like that, your only good reason to stop him seemed completely unjustified. You could allow it to happen, you could hook up with your best friend without instantly losing him, there was no harm in having a little fun after all, you both were two consenting adults.

You returned his kiss and pressed your back against him, making him understand that you had no more objections and you felt him smile against your lips, triumphant.

He parted from you to finish unbuttoning his pants, pulling his hard cock out of them. He guided it between your legs, the tip instantly gliding between your wet folds when he stepped closer, easily finding its way to your prepared entrance. However, his erection was much bigger than his finger and you gasped in shock as it slowly stretched you out the deeper it went in. You braced yourself with your hands against the wall in front of you for support, whimpering pathetically when his full length was shoved inside you, making you feel incredibly full and hot.

A few obscenities dropped from his lips, mixed with groans and gasps as he moved his hips back and forth to create the friction you both so desperately craved. With his hands on each of your hips, he guided you in rythym to add in some intensity to his own thrusts, making sure that you’d meet him ready whenever he sloppily pushed forward, his tip hitting as deep as it could inside your wet pussy.

It felt good, and the pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach kept intensifying with each of his thrusts. You weren’t aware of much else except of how perfectly he fitted inside you, how your own walls were contracting around him the closer to climaxing you got, and faintly - very faintly - of the distant sound of a poltergeist’s voice in the empty hallways.

At least Sebastian could still think clearly enough to remember the reason why you had ended up in such close proximity in the first place, and how crucial it was that you did not get caught. Especially not now that he was so recklessly fucking you from behind. So one of his hand let go of the grip it had on your hip to cover your mouth, muffling the sound of the moans you didn’t even realize that you were letting out, and effectively silencing your cry when the pleasant sensation in your body exploded into pure bliss.

Then, it was his turn to struggle with keeping quiet. He bite down on his lower lip as hard as he could when the tightness of your walls around him became way too intense to bare, causing him to shoot his load deep inside you. He filled you up with his cum, unable to stop himself, another obscene word dropping from his lips as he realized how imprudent it was.

Once he was done and your body relaxed enough to allow him to pull out, he took a step back and leaned against the wall, chest heaving and vision blurry. You were panting too as you reached down to pull your panties back on, feeling his release dripping out of you and already soaking the fabric. You adjusted your skirt and your hair, although you weren’t sure it mattered that much. Not in the darkness of the supply closet at least.

Sebastian’s ragged breathing slowly came back to normal, you heard the sound of his pants and the way he shifted to tug his shirt back inside them, making himself presentable again as well. Then, without a word, he cracked the closet door open and took a tentative look around.

With the corridors apparently cleared, he stepped out and held out his hand for you, gallantly helping you down the step as your eyes adjusted to the moonlit hallway. You followed him as he guided you through the castle back to your dorm, hand in hand this time, and once it was time for you to go your separate ways, he wished you a goodnight with a shy kiss on your lips and a smug grin on his face that you knew all too well.

By some kind of miracle you couldn’t quite comprehend, you hadn’t failed your transfiguration exam, even scoring a pretty acceptable number of points on it. You should have been overjoyed when Professor Weasley handed you your copy back, even though she looked at you with a sucpicious expression on her face, but your mind was mulling over something much more important.

By the time your last class of the day was over, you still hadn’t managed to smile a single time, absently doodling on your parchement paper instead of taking notes for the next exam. You only realized that your day was over because all the students around you suddenly got up, leaving you to pack your things up in a rush. You were the last person to leave the classroom but, as you stepped outside in the courtyard, a familiar freckled face was waiting for you by the door, a grin on his face that you tried to imitate, although your heart tightened in your chest and it suddenly felt like there wasn’t enough air outside to fill your lungs.

“So ? Did you pass Weasley’s preparation exam ?” He inquired, excitedly enough to make you think that he already knew the answer. But when he saw how difficult it was for you to feign the same kind of enthusiasm, his face dropped and his brows furrowed intensely.

“I did.” You told him, walking to the fountain so that you could sit on the edge of it, a welcomed rest after the sleepless night you had endured.

“Then why do you look like you’ve seen a boggart ?”

“I’m fine.” You said, but you knew he didn’t believe you at all. You barely believed it yourself.

“What’s going on ?” He asked, his tone softer, concern on his face as he sat down next to you. You took a deep breath, panic rising in you once again. You knew that you would have to tell him eventually, but the fear of how it might ruin your friendship weighted heavily on your chest. “Is it because of… What we did last month ?”

You looked at him, surprised to see his usual confidence gone, replaced by worry and empathy.

“Yes.” You admitted, quietly but he looked away, letting you know that he heard you clearly.

“I’m sorry if I did something that upset you.” He said, his legs nervously bouncing up and down. “I noticed you’ve been distant since it happened, I really didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable…”

“No, it’s not that, I’m not upset.” You said, shaking your head, which seemed to reassure him slightly and he dared look at you again. You knew it was time to tell him the truth and you didn’t know of any better way to do it than dropping it on him like a ticking bomb. “I think I’m pregnant, Sebastian.”

You watched as his eyes widened and many different emotions passed on his face, from confusion to absolute fear.

“Wh-What ? Is it… Mine ?” He asked, once the shock of your confession allowed him to speak again, although his face had turned ghostly pale.

“No, it’s Poppy’s...” You snapped, vexed by his question. Whose else could it be ? He was one of the only males that still dared approach you now that the whole school knew of your ability to wield ancient magic and of the many deaths such a power had caused. “Of course it’s yours !”

“Alright, okay, let’s not panic.” He said, seemingly struggling to follow his own advice, jumping up from his seat to walk around you in circles with his hands tugging at his hair and a grimace on his face. “How did this happen ?”

You raised an eyebrow at him, wondering if you really needed to have a conversation about the birds and the bees with him… But when his brown eyes met yours, something flashed in them, making it clear that he knew exactly how it had happened, the memory still playing in details in his mind on a daily basis.

“Gosh, what are we going to do ?” You whined, hiding your face behind your hands. “My parents are going to kill me… And they are going to kill you too.”

“They don’t need to know now, right ? Nobody has to know yet, there’s still time.”

“If I don’t tell them, they’ll figure it out pretty quickly when I’ll look about ready to pop after we graduate...”

“But by then we’ll have figured things out too… Hopefully.” Sebastian said, with a smile he meant to be reassuring but you could still clearly see the sheer panic in his eyes. “Until then, we should try to keep it a secret... Even from Ominis.”

“Okay, that shouldn’t be too hard.”

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[hollowed-theory-hall]

Harry can cast spells wandlessly in canon

I'm always going about how Harry's magic is super powerful and works insanely intuitively. How he can sense magic and make spells do whatever he needs them to do at the moment. And I was innocently reading the dementor attack in OotP when I encountered yet another moment of Harry's magic being insane that I haven't brought up before:

A fist made contact with the side of Harry’s head, lifting Harry off his feet. Small white lights popped in front of Harry’s eyes; for the second time in an hour he felt as though his head had been cleaved in two; next moment he had landed hard on the ground, and his wand had flown out of his hand. “You moron, Dudley!” Harry yelled, his eyes watering with pain, as he scrambled to his hands and knees, now feeling around frantically in the blackness. He heard Dudley blundering away, hitting the alley fence, stumbling. [...] “DUDLEY, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT! WHATEVER YOU DO, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT! Wand!” Harry muttered frantically, his hands flying over the ground like spiders. “Where’s — wand — come on — Lumos!” He said the spell automatically, desperate for light to help him in his search — and to his disbelieving relief, light flared inches from his right hand — the wand tip had ignited. Harry snatched it up, scrambled to his feet, and turned around.

(OotP, Ch1)

Reading this made me so excited becouse:

1. Harry casts Lumos without touching his wand, without any wand movement, nothing. He just says the spell while meaning it and it's enough to light up his wand.

Like, that's an insane feat of magic!

Like, Harry pulls shit like this on the regular and people still say he isn't that powerful. Harry may not be all finesse and elegance when it comes to spellcasting, but he's got the raw talent in spades.

So, in canon, in OotP, Harry lights up his wand without even holding it. Harry, canonicly has a talent for wandless magic if he wants to do something with it.

Hell, earlier when the dementors just arrived Harry thought he was causing the darkness for a moment so he's at least somewhat aware of how his magic works:

For a split second Harry thought he had done magic without meaning to, despite the fact that he’d been resisting as hard as he could — then his reason caught up with his senses — he didn’t have the power to turn off the stars.

(OotP, Ch1)

Meaning Harry is somewhat aware he can do magic without meaning to and he is actively resisting it in this scene! That's what he is saying.

2. This is a possible interpretation of the first quote, but it's a bit more speculative: Harry might've summoned his wand wandlessly by calling for it.

In the scene, Harry shouts for his wand while scrambling on the ground blind for it. It's unclear how far the wand originally flew, but I think it's possible to read the passage as Harry summoning the wand toward his hand since he finds it right under his fingers even though, he likely felt the ground in that exact spot before, almost as if the wand just appeared there.

Harry calling "wand" working as a summoning charm wouldn't actually be that far off from other magical feats we see from him (I already mentioned this one in the past but I'm not over it):

Dust swirled around Harry like mist, catching the blue gaslight, as Mrs. Black continued to scream. “Mudbloods, filth, stains of dishonor, taint of shame on the house of my fathers—“ “SHUT UP!” Harry bellowed, directing his wand at her, and with a bang and a burst of red sparks, the curtains swung shut again, silencing her

(DH, Ch9)

He cast "shut up" as a spell. No wand movement, no incantation, nothing. And it worked on closing the curtains on Walburga's portrait, something the entire Order of the Phoenix couldn't do magically and struggled with manually! And here, 17-year-old Harry just shuts her up with his will alone basically.

So, yeah, Harry's insanely powerful and he is Voldemort's equal.

[serverusslaype]

Shameless, pt. 2

Snape x professor!reader fic

Shameless Masterpost

hello there, we meet again it seems? B)

here is part two for Shameless. i tried my best proofreading it and editing some bits, but there is a high probability that there's some bits i missed. i did get distracted changing some things.

i really like this chapter, i feel like it starts to give you an idea of the reader's feelings towards snape. >B)

also, i won't lie, Camila Cabello's Shameless did inspire this fic, and it especially fits the moment between the reader and snape here.. hehe

hope you enjoy, please let me know! <3

anywho...

off we gooo!

Your first class had gone smoothly, apart from a little mishap where a student had cast Incendio instead of Lumos Solem. You'd quickly extinguished the fire with a quick Aguamenti, much to the amusement of your class. As of right now, you were trying to clean the soot and ash off of the table with a wet cloth, your fingers starting to ache and burn from the harsh grasp you had. Sighing, you should have seen this coming... a mistake was a given for a class of second-years. It didn't surprise you that the student at fault was none other than Neville Longbottom.

You'd kept him after class, not to scold him, but just to make sure he was alright. The boy did give himself a fright.

"I-I'm really sorry, Professor," Neville sighed, his eyes glued to the floor as he stood in front of you with a sad expression. "I just got my spells mixed up." He explained weakly, braving a glance at you.

"It's alright, Mr Longbottom, but you do need to be a little careful next time." You said, throwing a kind smile his way. He nodded frantically and his eyes were instantly locked on the floor again. You were sure he was bracing himself for a telling off. "I'd rather not have my classroom burn down on the first day, you know." You joked, trying to lighten the mood. You knew Neville didn't do it on purpose, he had a good heart and you'd noticed in class that he was rather clever at Herbology. So you gave him the benefit of the doubt.

The boy smiled weakly at you, nodding once more. "I will, Professor." He said, swallowing anxiously. You gestured to the door, silently dismissing him. Neville quickly scurried out of the door, hurrying himself to his next lesson.

As he left, a rather big and exasperated sigh fell from your lips. What else could go wrong? You glanced around, your nose crinkling up in slight annoyance. The mess that was left afterwards was a little... headache inducing. Piles of mud sat on top of the table and some of it had found it's way onto the ground. Apparently, it had slipped your mind that teaching twelve-year-olds with messy materials would equal... well, a bloody big mess. Perhaps you should have thought that through a little better.

"Scourgify." You said, waving your wand at the large, wooden table that sat in the middle of the greenhouse. The specks and mounds of mud suddenly dissipated from the table, and you were suddenly very thankful for magic. A content smile came to rest on your face as you turned around to walk towards your row of potted plants, your eyes landing on a rather beautiful Aconite, also known as Wolfsbane or Monkshood. Unlike the other free-flowing plants, you'd placed it inside a glass case due to it's dangerous toxicity. You did trust your students, but you preferred not to take the risk.

"Ah, Professor L/N, just who I was looking for!" Came an enthusiastic voice to the left of you. You twirled around, frowning as you did not recognise their voice. As your eyes landed on their tall, strawberry-blonde haired form, you clocked that it was none other than Gilderoy Lockhart. Gods, you weren't sure whether you had the patience to deal with this man right now. You'd actually rather deal with another bout of Snape right now, despite your bicker an hour earlier.

"Lockhart," You greeted softly, offering him a polite smile. You clasped your hands together in front of you, staying beside your plants. "What can I do for you?" You asked, hoping it was some sort of small favour.

"Merlin, you're just as beautiful as that utterly gorgeous Aconite beside you," Lockhart commented with a wink, his piercing blue eyes bouncing between your form and the fauna to your right. You groaned to yourself quietly. Lord, if he's just come here to get in your drawers, he'd better just walk out the door right now.

"Back to the point, Lockhart?" You sighed, massaging your temples as you felt a headache coming on.

"Oh, right, well.. what does one do when... one releases pixies in a classroom?" He asked cryptically, and you could only frown at him in utter confusion. Lockhart smiled innocently at you, and you could only arch a brow at him, waiting for more clues to what the hell he was getting at.

"Pixies...? What?" You repeated, still clueless. What the hell has this man done? And why is he getting you involved? It's your first bloody day back here! You just wanted a quiet first day... Is that too much to ask for?

"Would you please accompany me back to my classroom, Professor L/N?" Lockhart pleaded, running a hand through his perfectly-style locks. You tutted softly and rolled your eyes, gesturing for him to walk on. "It's easier if you see for yourself." He added and cleared his throat.

You followed the man to his classroom, the wind gently blowing through your leafy-brown and green robes. "What have you done, Lockhart?" You questioned him curiously as the two of you walked into the castle, rushing up the moving staircases as the clacks of your heels echoed out into the empty stone halls.

Lockhart chuckled awkwardly, keeping the grin on his face to soothe your worrisome one. You sighed quietly, preparing yourself for the worst as you rounded the corner to the door of his classroom.

With wide eyes of horror, you opened the door to the screams of students and the high-pitched cheers of Cornish Pixies. The hanging skeleton of a dragon had fallen to the ground, broken bone fragments scattered everywhere.

"Oh my-" You gasped, ducking as groups of pixies flew towards you. The students scurried like terrified mice around the room, a futile attempt to run and hide from the little purple terrors. "Immobulus!" You shouted, aiming your wand at the gaggle of fiendish pixies. Immediately they slowed down, almost like they were in slow motion. The screams from the students quietened down as they looked up, watching you quickly pushing the pixies back into their cage with your wand.

"Lockhart, you have some serious explaining to do!" You exclaimed and turned around, expecting to see the famous author, however, he was nowhere to be seen. An exasperated groan leaves your lips.

"Erm, Professor L/N, up here..." Came a familiar voice from above you. As you looked up to the source of the voice, you gasped in shock. Neville Longbottom was hanging from the chandelier by the hood of his cloak. Instantly, you flicked your wand at him, slowly levitating him to the ground.

"Not having a good day, are you, Neville?" You sighed, placing a hand against your cheek as you glanced around the room at the chaos. Books and parchment lay destroyed on the ground and desks, ink pots and quills were scattered amongst the war zone too. As you looked back to Neville, he shook his head and leaned against the table behind him, steadying himself. "Neither am I." You added quietly, mainly to yourself.

"Professor, what do we do now?" Another student asked. Looking to your right, it was none other than Harry Potter. You exhaled softly, feeling the frustration beginning to build up. Why was this happening to you? Did someone hex you? Gods.

You were clueless for a moment, you'd no idea what they'd been taught in Defense Against the Dark Arts, let alone what you should tell them to do. So you improvised. "For now, just open your books and revise some of the material that you learnt last year, please." You said tiredly, gesturing to the books that had been knocked on the floor during the chaos. "I'm sure Professor Lockhart will be back soon." You clenched your jaw the sound of his name - how could he be so careless? You were not a janitor, so why were you cleaning up his mess? To be frank, you were more angry at him for putting the students in a potentially dangerous scenario - Longbottom was hanging from the chandelier for crying out loud!

You couldn't leave the students unattended so you walked to Lockhart's desk and sat against it, your mind racing with insults to hurl at the author when he finally returned. The students all quickly rushed around, picking up their belongings and sitting themselves down at their desks.

"Professor?" A student asked, quirking your attention. You looked up and smiled weakly at them, prompting their question. The boy had bright blonde hair, slicked back, and he donned a cunning smirk on his face. Draco Malfoy, of course. "Do you know anything about the Dark Arts?" Draco asked, almost mockingly. The boys surrounding him laughed. You had to force yourself not to roll your eyes.

"Perhaps, Mr Malfoy." You replied nonchalantly. Honestly, you weren't very knowledgeable on the subject, it wasn't one of your strong-suits back in school. Of course, you knew bits and bobs of it, but you didn't believe you were fit to teach it.

"Perhaps, you can teach us a spell?" Draco asked with sly eyes, and you shook your head at him, prompting a disappointed groan from the said student. He was brave to be mocking a professor, you thought. Though, you weren't all too surprised, his last name was Malfoy after all.

"No, certainly not. Now, get on with your reading, please." You said sternly, almost at your wit's end. "And five points from Slytherin for being a smart-arse." You added, earning a scoff from the boy.

In all honesty, this is not how you expected your first day back at Hogwarts to go. You prepared yourself for a peaceful day - maybe with a few mishaps from students, but that was it. You did not expect to be pulled from a free period to deal with some rambunctious bloody pixies, released by a professor no less!

Currently, you were walking with McGonagall through the corridors, escorting the hoards of students back to their dorms after dinner in the Great Hall. The torches lit the way, casting a pretty amber hue against the bland stone walls. The air was a bit chilly, and so you wrapped your leafy-brown cloak around you tighter as the wind bit at your skin.

 "How was your first day, my dear?" McGonagall asked you, glancing at you from the side as the pair of you walked behind the gaggle of students.

A deep sigh left your lips, inducing an amused chuckle from the older witch. "Oh, Minerva, you have no idea." You groaned and let your fingers grasp the bridge of your nose momentarily, a sign of stress.

"That bad?" She laughed softly, arching a brow at you. You could only give her a disbelieving look.

"The first class of the day went well, until Longbottom set my table alight. Then, Lockhart decides to drag me into his mess!" You scoffed, keeping your voice quiet. Unfortunately for you, Lockhart had been avoiding you since the whole ordeal, so you hadn't had a chance to give him a piece of your mind. "I could've just about killed the man." Clenching your jaw in frustration, you suddenly hear a kerfuffle of gasps and a growing noise of mutterings coming from the group of students ahead as they all immediately came to a halt.

"I'll kill you!" A loud, gruffly voiced shouted from ahead. Gods, what now? You weren't always this wound up, but today had really tested you.

"What's going on?" McGonagall questioned worriedly as she began to swiftly move through the students. You followed suit, a perplexed frown gracing your face. As the two of you rounded the corner, your eyes widened in horror.

A message had been scrawled out on the wall in what looked to be blood. It read: The Chamber of Secrets has been opened, enemies of the heir... beware. As you glanced to the left, you noticed Filch's cat, Mrs Norris, was hanging from the metal torch-holder, blood dripping from her head. Your hand flew to your mouth.

"Bloody hell..." You muttered, stepping forwards to look closer at the haunting image.

Filch had a grip on Harry Potter's cloak, dragging him up to his face.

"Argus!" Dumbledore called from behind you, with Snape and Lockhart in tow. You stood back, allowing Dumbledore to step forwards towards the scene. As your eyes landed on Lockhart, his eyes met yours and they instantly widened. You glared at him and slipped past McGonagall and Dumbledore, your feet absentmindedly carrying you in his direction. Deep down you knew this wasn't the right time, but you couldn't hold back, he'd really angered you earlier. You reached out your hand and grabbed Lockhart's arm, dragging him away from the crowds of students and teachers.

With a muffled thud, Lockhart's back was against the wall. "If you ever pull that shit again, Lockhart, I will not hesitate to have you removed from this school. What were you thinking-"

 Before you could continue scolding the man, a firm hand grabbed your arm and pulled you away from Lockhart. You looked up to find a set of piercing, cold dark eyes staring down at you. Snape. You felt your heart leap up into your throat and your cheeks instantly burned hot as he kept his hand on your arm. The scent of smoke, books and a hint of sweet wine filled your nostrils as he moved closer to you, your bodies almost touching at this point. His scent was utterly intoxicating to you, and that scared you slightly.

"Have you no brain nor sense of timing, Professor L/N?" Snape scowled at you and you sunk down slightly at the threatening tone in his voice. You looked away from him in a rather poor show of defiance. He kept his voice quiet. "I don't believe this is quite the right time to be scolding your colleague." The Potions Master said sternly, nodding his head in the direction of the bloody message. You looked back at Snape, pushing your jaw out in frustration. You were silently wishing that this wasn't the way that the two of you happened to be in such close proximity.

Ripping your arm from his grasp, your hand flew up to gently rub where he had gripped you so harshly. You glanced back at Snape, who now looked furious at you. Suddenly, it felt like he'd stolen the air from your lungs - you weren't sure whether that was because of your silly little crush, or his intense, fiery stare. Perhaps both. He was right, you should have kept your cool with Lockhart, but today had really pushed you to your limits.

"But Severus-" You protested, your anger bubbling as Snape silenced you with his icy words.

"I am not one to defend Lockhart, however, there is a serious situation at hand." Snape added quietly, though his cold tone was still there. There was a beat of silence before he spoke again. "Not that it's my place, Professor L/N, but I would have thought as a Hufflepuff, you'd be abstaining from any sort of conflict, not... instigating it." He said, narrowing his hauntingly dark eyes at you.

"When it comes to stupid, incompetent mistakes that can endanger our students, I won't hesitate to say my part, Snape." You said frustratedly, leaning forwards as if to challenge him.

"Do not be foolish, Professor L/N," He stepped forwards, articulating each letter he spoke intimidatingly. You swallowed and flinched slightly at his sudden movement. As brave and courageous you painted yourself, he still did terrify you. Snape's glare deepened and he retracted himself slightly, letting his eyes flick between the pair of yours. "It seems you have not changed since your time here at Hogwarts. You are still that silly girl who did not think before she spoke."

Snape's words made you enraged. Your fists balled at the side of you once again, almost shaking. The muscles in your body tensed and went rigid from the rush of sudden anger that was coursing through you. Gods, how could someone make you feel such different emotions?

You scoffed and pushed past him, shoving his broad shoulder out of the way of you. As for now, you couldn't look at him, nor bear to be near him. You were worried you'd hex the man, or at least say something you'd regret. Despite your burning desire to hurt him back, you pushed the thought aside. You were the bigger person, and you would not stoop to his level. Unless it truly came to it, you suppose.

You stalked back to the other professors with Snape reluctantly trailing behind you. You stilled yourself beside McGonagall once more and she offered you a confused look, glancing between you and Snape as he came to stand near the wall, away from you.

You shook your head at her softly and shut your eyes for a brief moment, attempting to calm yourself down. This was not how you expected to start your second year of teaching at Hogwarts, conflicted feelings for your colleague, and developing a boiling bitterness for another. As the year progresses, perhaps you could fix it. Nothing is lost yet, right?

"She's not dead, Argus. She has been petrified." Dumbledore said in a soft tone, attempting to soothe the caretaker. Filch only stared at his beloved pet, shuffling in his spot, clearly distraught at what he'd come across. He was almost shaking with grief. A small wave of sympathy washed over you as you watched Filch try to compose himself. It couldn't be easy seeing something so dear to you hung in such a... morbid way.

However, that calm feeling was soon lost again as you saw Lockhart stood in front of Mrs Norris, inspecting the body. You quickly averted your gaze before your blood pressure rose uncontrollably and you spotted Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley stood in a row, looking rather worried. Your brows knitted together in confusion.

"Ah, thought so." Lockhart said confidently, glancing back at Dumbledore. You fought the urge to scoff at Lockhart's comment by looking to the right and biting your bottom lip. Gods, this man was almost as infuriating as Snape this morning. "So unlucky I wasn't there. I know exactly the countercurse that could've spared her." Lockhart added, staring at Dumbledore uneasily. This time you couldn't help but roll your eyes at him as you folded your arms against your chest.

"But how she's been petrified I cannot say." Dumbledore added, ignoring Lockhart's useless comments, his wise eyes studying the scene at hand.

"Ask him," Filch nodded towards Potter, his voice shaky. You frowned again, glancing at the boy. Surely not? "It's him that's done it." The greasy caretaker added with a look of despair and anger on his face. "You saw what he wrote on the wall."

Harry let out a curt sigh before turning towards Dumbledore. "It's not true, sir. I swear." He said. "I never touched Mrs Norris." Harry gestured towards Filch's cat, who was still unfortunately hanging by her tail on the metal arm of the torchlight.

"Rubbish!" Filch hissed, still staring angrily at the boy.

"If I might, Headmaster?" Snape suddenly interjected, his deep voice softer than you'd heard it before. Your head instantly snapped up to look at him, shocked to hear such a tone of voice on a cruel man like him. "Perhaps Potter and his friends were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time?" The Potions Master offered, seemingly wanting to deescalate the whole situation. Since when is he considerate? you wondered.

"However," Snape added, his voice returning to it's usual cold tone. There it is, you thought, fighting the itching urge to roll your eyes. "The circumstances are suspicious." Snape said, walking slowly towards the three students, almost intimidatingly. "I, for one, don't recall seeing Potter at dinner." He narrowed his eyes at the three of them, stopping just short of a metre away. He seems to have a habit of doing that.

"I'm afraid that's my doing, Severus," Lockhart called out, making Snape turn around to face him with a face like thunder. You loathed how you couldn't help but stare at him. A whirling storm of resentment and admiration gathered in your stomach as you gazed at him. Undoubtedly, he looked ethereal underneath the amber-coloured lighting in this hallway, despite the unhappy and disdainful look on his face.

Fuck. You hated it.

The flames illuminated his prominent features almost too perfectly. His large, aquiline nose and high cheekbones would ultimately be the death of you.

"You see, Harry was helping me answer my fan mail." Lockhart explained, glancing between Snape - who looked utterly confused - and Harry himself. Lockhart's voice to you was like someone scratching nails on a chalk board. Every time he spoke, the hairs on your body would stand on end - and not in a good way.

You despised the fact that these two men brought out such a hateful side of you so easily.

"That's why Ron and I went looking for him, professor," Hermione spoke up, looking towards Harry. "We'd just found him when he said..." Hermione trailed off, staring at Harry. Snape turned back to face the three students, his eyes narrowing in suspicion once again.

"Yes, Miss Granger?" Snape prompted.

"When I said I wasn't hungry." Harry interjected, looking back up at Snape. Ron nodded quickly in a nervous manner, glancing between the Potions Master and his friend Harry. "We were heading back to the common room when we found Mrs Norris." The boy explained. To you, it seemed like a solid explanation, however, Snape didn't seem too convinced as he spun around to look at Dumbledore, waiting for his thoughts on the whole situation.

"Innocent until proven guilty, Severus." Dumbledore stated, looking at Snape through his half-moon glasses. Reluctantly, you looked at Snape as he arched a brow disapprovingly at the Headmaster.

"My cat... has been petrified. I want to see some punishment!" Filch cried out, commanding your attention to him. The man was shaking with rage, and it made you a little uneasy. You glanced back at Snape, your eyes lingering a little too long on him.

"We will be able to cure her, Argus." Dumbledore assured the man, still trying to calm the tense moment. "As I understand it, Professor L/N has a very healthy growth of Mandrake." The Headmaster said, tearing you out of your daydream. Your eyes flicked to Dumbledore as he gestured at your form. Looking to Filch, you offered a warm and sympathetic smile to him, nodding in agreement with Dumbledore. "When matured, a potion will be made which will revive Mrs Norris." He said, turning towards the Potions Master and the three students.

Snape had his eyes glued to you, catching you by surprise. You immediately averted your eyes from his as your cheeks began to burn, betraying you. The overwhelming, icy stare from Snape made your heart pound against your rib cage.

Get a hold of yourself, for Merlin's sake.

Dumbledore's voice cut through the strange tension between you and Snape. The two of you broke eye-contact and looked to the older wizard. "In the meantime, I strongly recommend caution to all." The Headmaster warned, capturing your attention. You nodded at the older man, waiting to see if there was anything else he wanted to say. "Professor McGonagall, would you mind escorting Miss Granger, Mr Potter and Mr Weasley to their respective dormitories, please?"

"Of course. This way." McGonagall walked towards the three students, gesturing them forwards with her hands. You sighed softly and bid Dumbledore a warm goodnight, turning around to walk to your quarters. As you padded away, you turned around gingerly, your inquisitive eyes searching for the broody Potions Master that made your heart beat a little faster in two different ways. Unsurprisingly, he seemed to have already left. A twinge of disappointment twisted in your gut, and you felt conflicted between your emotions. That close - and almost intimate - encounter with him earlier truly made you think about things. You couldn't choose between hating him or liking him. Gods, were you in trouble now.

However, as you rounded the corner, it seemed your luck was playing out. You spotted Lockhart striding ahead of you.

there we are, part two over! whew. i hope you enjoyed it as much as i did writing it, and i hope there weren't too many mistakes lol!

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part 3

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top five scenes/lines/moments from drarry fic

rookie moves by peu_a_peu - not gonna lie, every single scene. but you put a gun to my head and make me pick just one, i'll pick two -

“You should’ve died, Draco,” Nott snarled. “If you had a shred of honor you’d have died.” “Well guess what, Theodore?” Malfoy said, with a horrible, mocking smile. “I don’t, and I lived.” Nott stared daggers into Malfoy. His hands went behind the armchair. Harry knew instantly: he was about to do something stupid. There was no time to do anything but give Malfoy a hard shove just as Nott cried, “Avada Kedavra!” A jet of green lightning cracked through the spot where Malfoy had just been standing, charging the air, hitting the wall with a terrible explosion. “What are you doing, Theodore?!” Malfoy wailed as he ducked for cover behind the couch. “We’re throwing AKs at ten in the morning?!”

jesus i've read it 800 times and i am as we speak gasping for air

McGonagall turned, and absorbed the other half of we. “Mr. Malfoy,” she said, quelling unsuccessfully what sounded like considerable shock. “Auror Malfoy,” Malfoy corrected her. “Professor.” “Well.” She blinked a number of times before speaking diplomatically. “I can’t say it’s the career I’d have predicted for you. But one’s former students do turn up in surprising fields.” Malfoy smiled the shit-eating smile of someone who couldn’t be given detention. Who was, in fact, medically calm. “It’s a calling.”

running on air by eleventy7 - you already know

Do you remember when we were eleven? Let's go back to that. I'll throw Remembralls into the sky and you can try to catch them. Sometimes I think you can just keep my wand. I think of all the Dark spells I performed, all the Unforgiveables I tried to cast with it.  But then I remember when I was eleven years old, learning Lumos and casting mending charms, and it's hard to let go of that. So give me my wand, or give me a timeturner.

trouble, my old friend by tepre - the one with the fucking buttons

He says, “Tell me,” and Harry – running low on sleep, confused and aroused and altogether unfamiliar to this new world of desire – can’t quite keep himself in check. He wants, for a moment, simply wants, knows not what to do with it, where to direct it, and the feeling bubbles like wild magic. He realises a fraction too late that no, not like, but magic – staring at the spot where Malfoy’s scar disappears below the high collar of his shirt. The stiff hem of the doublet, buttoned shut over his Adam’s apple. With a small sound, the top button of the doublet pops open. Then the second, the third. Malfoy sucks in a breath.

ain't no friend of mine by lettered - when harry's being a little bitch and dog!draco simply will not stand for it

Potter slammed open the door. For a moment he just stared down at Draco with that annoying face of his, with the insane hair, and the disfigured scar. Then he yanked the slobbery scarf out of Draco's mouth, and said, low and tight, "Leave me the fuck alone, why don't you; don't you see I don't bloody care; I don't want anyone near me; I DON'T WANT YOU; I NEVER WANTED YOU; GO AWAY!" And Draco all the sudden remembered why he'd joined the Inquisition Squad. Potter in fifth year had been exactly like this and it was really annoying.

draco malfoy's substitute murder service by oknowkiss - the one where draco hands harry his business card

Harry reads the card again. Flips it over. Looks at Draco, watches him sip his tea. Notices one of his bra straps is showing. Reads the card a third time. Fails to make sense of anything at all. “Have you lost your goddamn fucking mind?” Harry snaps, throwing the card back at Draco. “What in the absolute shit is this?” “Did you read the card?” Draco asks. He tucks it back into his bra. “I feel like you’re asking questions that have all been answered by the card.”

bonus 1: if an injury is to be inflicted by shealwaysreads - when draco meets ron and hermione The Morning After

Draco’s smile threatened to bloom into genuine delight at the look on her face. He had dressed deliberately casually, forgoing his usual high-collared robes for a pair of charcoal grey trousers and a pale grey shirt; open at the collar to expose the mess Potter made of his neck and collarbones. She opened and shut her mouth twice, before Weasley broke the silence and stepped towards Draco, towing Granger along with him.

bonus 2: owl was well by fencer_x - when draco flies to the burrow bc he's "bored" and gets beat up by crookshanks

“Er,” Potter said, giving Draco a comfortable berth of several steps. “That was Crookshanks. Hermione’s cat. We’re gonna watch him while she and her folks are in Germany for the holiday to visit family in Dusseldorf.” He frowned to himself, brows knitting in confusion. “I thought he could see through Animagus transformations, though. I’m not sure why he’d attack—oh. Guess he recognised you.” Oh, indeed. Draco ran his fingers through his hair—he probably looked a fright now. “I suppose it’s going to hold a grudge against me for all nine of its lives, then.”

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Bookshops and Baking

Pairing - Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader Summary - Forced onto a muggle trip with his family, Fred finds entertainment in your bookshop. He can’t help but thinking that maybe he likes you more than most muggles.  Warnings - Fred not undertstanding basic text speech, Mentions of alchol Words - 2.2k

A/n - Possible part two ??

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Fred was never fond of the muggle world. It was all waiting. Waiting for them to turn on a light switch rather than casting the words of 'Lumos'. He thought they lived in apathy without the ability to create pranks and joke boxes. To him, most of them went to an office and came back and that was their day. They went through education, settled down with the most practical partner, had kids they were learning to hate and then got buried in the ground. It was ever so simple yet ever so dull.

It wasn't until his dad dragged him out on a muggle trip, that he met you, and his opinion started to change.

Mr Weasley had taken all the kids on a trip to a city in the North of the Country. The weather could only be described as damp and when it started raining, Fred split from the group. He hadn't paid much attention to the building he entered, all he cared for was that it had a ceiling that would protect him from the rain. Wasn't as if he could cast a spell to protect him; strictly no magic in front of muggles and strictly, by his dad's rules, no magic on muggle trips. He liked to think his kids got the full muggle experience.

Fred opened the shop door, a ping sounded from above his head. At first, he was met with books. Many of them. Shelves of them. A library, he presumed. He barely visited them at Hogwarts, never mind a muggle library where you had to search for the very book you wanted rather than call it into your hands. But it was dry and that's all he cared for.

"Hi!" A voice called. He turned, facing the till where you were standing, a customer service smile slapped onto your lips. "Welcome," You grasped a tray from the side of you and offered it to Fred. "Take a brownie, browse, enjoy the plenty of books." Your smile never faulted.

Fred gazed at the baked goods on the tray. Traditional, non-magic, brownies. No love potion mixed into them, or fake-sickness to get you out of class. It was just a brownie. Fred took one, "Thank you." He took his first bite and could have sworn something so good, so gooey, would have to be magic. "This- This is amazing." He spoke, still with a mouthful of chocolate swirling around his mouth.

You smiled but questioned his enthusiasm, "It's just a brownie." You assured.

You weren't sure about the ginger stranger who had walked into the bookshop, but he certainly intrigued you. "Do you have the erm recipe?" He questioned before taking another gulp of the treat.

"It was just on good foods." You answered him, not hiding the amused smile that wouldn't leave your lips.

"What- What is that?"

He really was a strange man, "A website." You told him. Fred almost cursed himself for not remembering about the muggle's favourite invention of the internet; his dad never shut up about it.

"Oh, right, yeah." He mumbled, taking his final bite.

You stepped around the counter and came to face the redhead. "Here," You said, taking his crum cover hand into your own. You took the lid of a pen and started writing the name of the website and then, with a push of confidence, you started writing your own number. "If you've got any more baking cravings, you can always message me." You stopped writing and looked up at him. His eyes were clung to you, wide-eyed as if you could do no wrong as if he could trust you to hold his heart for a lifetime. "I do more than just brownies."

He nodded slowly before realising he should probably say something, "Right," He suddenly couldn't think straight. Maybe it was the brownie. Maybe he was just confused. He had liked pretty girls before but never had one made him feel like this. So flushed, so nervous to even take a breath. "I don't have a phone." He suddenly realised.

Your head dipped to the side, "Oh." You let out.

"I'll get one." He cut in before you could reject him. "I've been meaning to for a while." Well, his dad had really wanted one of the muggle's phones; they called them apples? So he thought they did.

"Well, when you do, I'll be waiting for the message." Your words caused another grin to fall on his lips. "It's Y/n by the way."

"Fred." He returned.

And like that, the two of you had become acquainted. Possibly he was strange, perhaps a little old-fashioned, or maybe he was the first to use not having a phone as a way to reject someone. Either way, Fred ended up lingering in your mind. Dates came in and out of your life, but you found him, just a boy who liked your brownies, yet he had made you feel more than any other date.

Fred was the same. His mind was infatuated with the idea of you...a muggle. It was odd to him. He had nothing against muggles, of course, but he had never seen himself befriending one - never mind it being possibly flirtatious. But as he left the bookshop (without any actual books) he went to one of the muggle 'Apple' stores. There, he finally picked up a phone and would spend the next night trying to figure it all out and swearing on muggles for making everything so difficult.

Now, the thing was Fred had never sent a text. He had sent letters. So when he was faced with typing, he assumed the two were no different.

To Y/n, I can't stop thinking about them brownies. From, Fred.

He became even more confused when only an hour later he received a message in return:

I'll make them again for you sometime - lmk when you're free.

He stared at the muggle message for a while. When he couldn't figure out what you meant by 'lmk', he resorted to going to his dad. He and the rest of the family were awaiting Molly's dinner, lingering by the table when Fred stormed through. His eyes were on the phone until he met his dad and handed the object over.

"What does this mean?" He demanded to know simply because he was so eager to message the girl back.

Arthur flicked his glasses over his eyes and inspected the message. "Is this your muggle girlfriend?" Yelled George who was setting the table.

Fred flicked his head to his twin brother, telling him to, "Shut up," before turning back to his dad.

"Don't tell me he's back at it with that muggle phone." Ginny commented.

"Back at it?" George laughed. "He hasn't put it down. He won't stop talking to someone called Siri?"

"Is that the girl?" Asked Ron, finally looking up from the piece of bread he had been eating.

Fred looked to his siblings for one last time, "No, it's not the girl." He said with a stern tone woven through his words. He finally looked to his dad, "Do you know what it is?"

He nodded and put the phone on the table, "It's one of the muggle text abbreviations. They get lazy when they text on their electronics." He explained.

"Okay, so what does L.M.K mean?"

Arthur shrugged, "Oh, I've no idea."

Shit, Fred thought, but knew he shouldn't say it. He couldn't understand these text abbreviations but the idea of not responding was torturous. So, he did the next best thing.

Without his dad or his siblings, Fred took it upon himself to visit the muggle world by himself. He travelled through the streets, luckily this time they were dry streets, right until he came across the same bookshop.  He took a breath like this would take a lot out of him. Then, he put his firm palm on the door and pushed. That same bell rang, addressing his entrance to anyone close.

His eyes went straight to the counter which was empty, only occupied by a tray of cookies. The boy wandered further down, slipping into the maze of the bookshelf before, finally, he caught sight of you. Your hands reaching up, pushing books into their respective positions. You hadn't noticed him at first, completely wrapped up in your own world. He walked towards you, a smile plastered on his lips when he breathed and spoke, "Hi."

You finally turned, your expression moulding into a curious one, "Fred?" You almost giggled. "Didn't think I'd see you here after you ghosted me."

His brows narrowed, "I'm sorry?"

Then you did giggle, "Doesn't matter. How can I help you?"

"I was thinking about you and what you said. And you're right, I am old-fashioned. Completely." He started, not daring to tear from your gaze. "Which is why I'm here and it's why I'm offering to take you out...on a date." He pushed out his hopeful smile, watching your eyes carefully as they filled with some emotion he couldn't pinpoint.

"Okay, Mr old-fashioned." You agreed as if you hadn't been thinking about it since you last saw the boy. "My shift finishes in an hour."

Fred didn't move, "Right."

"So I'll meet you at a restaurant afterwards." You planned. "You choose, message me the address."

That was the worse thing you could have done. But, at that moment, Fred agreed. He spent at least half of that hour scouting for a restaurant. One that was quaint enough to be intimate, but one that was also expensive, somewhere you could wear a nice dress to and you could share a bottle of wine. And when he finally found one, he ordered himself the bottle of wine and sat there waiting until you showed up.

You arrived on the dot. Nervous, but trying to hide it well enough, and once your gaze hit his, a smile grazed your lips. He took you in an embrace before the two of you were seated across from one another. Conversation started flowing as soon as you had a lick of wine. You learnt of the wacky Weasley family, from his twin brother to his parents and all the other siblings in between. He owned a business - one of which you had never heard of - but it certainly did impress you. He claimed he hadn't had much time for dating and that running into yourself was just perfect timing.

So, of course, when the brownie dessert you were sharing started coming to an end, and Fred offered a second date, you agreed. And, on that date, you agreed to a third.

For that one, Fred had arranged every single detail. He would greet you in a shirt and tie, a bouquet of flowers waiting in his hands. You would thank him and accept the flowers before taking his hands and entering the theatre. At half-time, you would go in-depth about the meaning behind the play. Before, at the end of the night, as he dropped you off on your front steps, he would finish the night with a kiss.

Everything would go to plan - so Fred hoped anyway.

What happened instead, ruined everything. Fred was waiting outside the venue, doing his once-over for everything. He made sure his shirt was perfectly ironed and that the flowers were-

He suddenly looked down at his palms and realised they were empty. He had left them on the back seat of his car. He almost swore aloud before his wizard instinct stepped in. He retrieved his wand from his blazer pocket, shuffling into the shadows. He picked up some small daisies from the ground that lined the building. From there, he mumbled the words of, "Engorgio" and the small petals tripled in their size until they resembled some proper, store-bought flowers.

It was bad timing. When Fred gazed back up, he wasn't met with shadow, he was met with you, staring at him and the flowers that had just magically grown at his will. How could he explain this? "Y/n," He spoke your name in a breath that he had been holding. "I can explain." No, he couldn't.

You shook your head, already taking some steps back. "I- I can't-" You couldn't get the words out; your mind was too focused on trying to figure out what you had just witnessed.

Before Fred could say much more, you turned your back to him and slipped away. He should have been more worried about the fact a muggle had witnessed magic, that the very being of all witches and wizards had suddenly become endangered. He should have been worried about how much this mistake was going to cost him - if the Mystery of Magic would send him to Azkaban for this? But all that swirled around in the boy's head was whether he could fix the sudden wedge he had put between himself and you.

[intothepast9]

workaround

written for @pandalilymicrofics April 15 prompt "hush-hush" --w.c. 463

Lily, whose mind had been blank with the bliss of snogging Pandora there in the hallway ever since they’d been the last two students to leave the library at 9:30, realized with a jolt that she heard footsteps. She looked down at her watch.

Fuck! It was past curfew.

Lily cast a quick noise dampening spell around them, grabbed Pandora’s arm, and rushed into the nearest broom cupboard.

“Lumos.” Pandora whispered, and Lily saw her raised eyebrows.

“I heard footsteps,” she explained.

Pandora strengthened the noise barrier around the room but looked a bit sad. “I didn’t think you wanted to be so hush-hush about it,” she said.

Oh.

“Not about our relationship,” Lily clarified. “Just about breaking curfew.”

“You’re Head Girl, though; you can be out after curfew,” Pandora protested.

“Yeah, for some things—not just to snog girls in the hallway. I’m pretty sure I look like I’ve been snogging you.”

Pandora smiled.

But then they heard a meow through the door. “Mrs. Norris,” they said at the same time. Even if they were able to make themselves invisible, the cat would be able to smell them.

“I can handle this,” Pandora said with a mischievous grin. “Portum abire.”

Lily looked at her, terrified, as the door disappeared before them. “So now he knows there are students in here, and we’re trapped. How long before we run out of oxygen?”

“What’s oxygen?” Pandora asked, unfazed.

“We don’t have time for that! Or enough air.”

“Well, can you summon Filch to get him a bit closer to us?” Pandora asked.

“Why?”

“Oh, do the cat, first!”

So Lily summoned Mrs Norris towards what would have been the door, but on the other side. “Obliviate,” her girlfriend said softly.

My god. This was definitely illegal. Lily looked at Pandora nervously. “How certain are you of what you’re doing?”

“I’m actually really good at these, and I can tell when it works. Now, Mrs Norris is a cat, so I think I accidentally took about half an hour extra of her memories, but no more than that.”

Lily looked at her girlfriend like she was insane. But then… in for a penny, in for a pound. She summoned Filch and Pandora repeated the memory charm.

“How certain are you of how much you took from his memory this time?”

“I only took to about 30 seconds before he realised Mrs Norris had found something. The castle does things like this all the time, so the door being gone shouldn’t be an issue. We’re good. We just need to wait a few minutes for him to go.”

“And to put the door back together,” Lily reminded her.

“That too,” Pandora said, and she kissed Lily again. The few minutes passed by very quickly after that.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 6 - Admirer

@wolfstarmicrofic February 6, word count 395

Sirius and Remus were hurriedly moving down the corridor. Remus had the Marauder’s map in his hands, keeping his eye on Filch and Mrs Norris. 

Sirius had to reach out and help steer him around corners and down secret passageways. 

“Crap!” Remus hissed at the map. 

“What’s wrong?” Sirius asked, his voice hushed just above a whisper, trying to peer at the map. 

“They’re coming around. They’re going to corner us.” Remus looked at Sirius. Worry etched into his face. “You make a break for it. I’ll distract them.” He said as he handed the map over to Sirius. 

Sirius had always been an admirer of Remus and his bravery, but right then, he could have kissed him. However, being a brave idiot himself. He refused to let Remus take the fall for their prank. 

He grabbed Remus’s hand and yanked him forward. Running straight at Filch only to dart behind a tapestry just as Filch came pounding around the corner. 

Sirius refused to let go of Remus’s hand as they stood there, barely breathing, listening to Filch’s footsteps stop. 

He squeezed Remus’s hand tighter and let out a sigh of relief when Filch’s footsteps continued. 

“Did you see where they went, my sweet?” Filch’s out-of-breath wheezing voice drifted into their hiding place. 

Remus dug into Sirius’s pocket and pulled the map out again. He paused his movements and sighed. 

“Sirius, I need my hand back to check the coast is clear.” 

“Oh, sorry.” Sirius quickly dropped Remus’s hand, feeling the sudden emptiness and not enjoying it one bit. 

Remus drew out his wand and tapped the parchment. 

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” He muttered, then cast a Lumos, illuminating the tip of his wand so he could see the black lines spidering across the parchment to form the map. He peered at it, watching the markers labelled Filch and Mrs Norris heading in the opposite direction. “If we go now, we’ve got a clear run straight back to Gryffindor Tower.”

They set off quickly. It was a good thing Remus was paying attention as all he could think about was how right Remus’s hand had felt in his and why that might be. He was so distracted he was genuinely surprised when they were before the portrait of the fat lady and crawling into the safety of Gryffindor Tower. 

Next part

[hp-hcs]

I saw your post about being on a big Theodore kick and HONESTLY SAME. Gimme anything Theo and I’ll read it, a Theodore Nott x male reader would honestly be incredible because there’s SO LITTLE OUT THERE (my little gay heart is broken) the plot can be anything you want I just want a happy ending please ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

OH MY GOD THAT IS SO FACTS CAN WE P L E A S E STOP WITH ALL ‘X READER’S INHERENTLY BEING FEM-SPECIFIC????

Splinched (Chapter One) — death eater! theodore nott x splinched! male! muggleborn! reader

TWs: graphic descriptions of a wound, blood, injury, and the like; also theo’s just kinda a dick ngl

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Sshhhh “…nother skirmish has broken out in D…”zzzzzz “…lley, leading to the fire that has com…” ssshhhh “…tely consumed Flourish & Blotts. It is with great sadne…” bzzzz “…nd regret that the Wizarding Wireless Ne…” sshhzzz “…ork News must inform our listeners of the murders o…” pssshzh “…Creevy and Florean Fortes…” ssshhhh “…ue. Additionally, the foll…” zzzzzzsssshh “…en abducted: L…” pssshhhzbbbbzzzz “…Alice…” zzzzzzzhhh “…Y/N L/N…”

Theodore smacks the radio once more and it goes quiet. You flinch back at the sudden aggression.

He mistakes the flinch for movement, whirling around and pointing his wand at your throat.

“Don’t. Move.”

You freeze, eyes wide, and nod rapidly.

Theodore grunts, turning back to his original task of stoking the campfire that existed as the only thing lighting the dark area. The heavily wooded space Theodore had chosen as a stopping spot for the night creeped you out. Branches constantly cracked nearby, leaves rustled with creatures passing through, and the trees rose up so high, the moon and stars were completely blocked out.

Shivering, you drew your meager cloak tighter around yourself, biting your lip in pain as you brush against your wound. You squeeze your nails into your palm to keep from crying out. The waves of pain seem never ending, the wound sending sharp stabs of agony up your ribs and across your entire torso.

“Fucking Salazar, are you really crying?” Theodore’s voice dripped with disgust. “You’re pathetic.”

“Strong words coming from a magical Nazi,” you bite out through the pain, scoffing bitterly. “Just kill me an’ get it over with, for both of our sakes.”

His face contorts into a vicious scowl and his grip tightens around his wand again. He stares at you with those terrifyingly dead eyes before moving closer to where you sit on the ground by the fire.

“You’re injured.”

“What?”

“Merlin, are you fucking stupid?” He spits. “You’re. Injured.”

“Thanks, Sherlock, I wasn’t fucking aware.”

He switches his wand to his other hand and moves even closer, tugging at the edge of your cloak. Your fingers, trembling with the pain and exhaustion you feel, let go of the fabric with no resistance.

“Lumos.”

You can hear Theodore draw in a sharp breath as he holds his wand closer to your torso. His other hand comes up and traces the edge of it with surprisingly gentle fingers.

You wince at the sudden flare of pain.

“Does that hurt?” He glances up at you. You could’ve sworn that for a second, something flashed through those dead eyes—pity, maybe, or sympathy, even?

“No, I actually always flinch whenever something doesn’t hurt.”

“No need to be a smartass,” he sneers, any traces of pity completely gone. “You got splinched.”

You grimace. “Fuck.”

“Indeed,” he drawls, tugging at your cloak. “Take this off.”

You mock-gasp. “Mr. Nott, I barely know you!”

“Merlin help me- I swear to Salazar, L/N…”

You roll your eyes and unfasten your cloak, letting it drop to the ground around you. You shiver in the late evening chill, goosebumps rising on your arms.

Theodore leans in closer, illuminating your wound with his wand. He cringes, his fingers once again returning to trace over the edges, trying to determine how large the injury is.

You gasp in pain, digging your nails into your palms again. Theodore glanced up at you, then back down at your torso.

“Think you could stand?”

You hesitate.

He nods, mostly to himself, and gets to his feet, slinging your arm around his shoulder and half-walking you, half-carrying you into the shoddy tent he’d been able to conjure. (“Believe it or not, L/N, I’ve never seen a muggle tent before. Stop laughing.”)

He helps you lay down on one of the blankets, you wincing with every little movement. He closes and wards the tent with a few simple spells, crawling over and kneeling by your side.

“Take off your shirt,” he grunts as he digs through his bag.

You comply, shaking fingers fumbling with the buttons. Theodore is caught off guard when he doesn’t hear any snappy comeback from you and glances over curiously.

Your shirt’s only about halfway unbuttoned, your fingers too slick with your own blood to unfasten the slippery buttons.

He huffs, smacking your hands away and unbuttoning your shirt himself.

He draws in another sharp breath at the sight. “Uh- this…is beyond my knowledge.”

Your breaths are shallow and your eyes closed. You nod after a second too long, blood rushing in your ears.

“‘ve you got thread an’ a needle?” You ask quietly after a moment.

“No. That’s barbaric. Fucking Merlin-” he huffs, grabbing his wand and trying a few simple healing spells that really don’t do much against a wound of your size.

“Okay. Okay, yeah. O-”

“If you say okay one more time, I’m going to punch you.”

It doesn’t seem like Theodore heard you. “We can’t Apparate, we don’t have a portkey, and you’re too injured to fly or walk. Fuck.”

“Aww, guess you’re gonna have to spend even more time with little ol’ me then, huh?”

“If you weren’t actively bleeding out, I’d crucio your ass so fast,” he threatens through gritted teeth.

“Kinky.”

Theo just sighs and rolls his eyes. “Don’t move. I’m gonna try to fix this, alright?”

“Yeah, cause you’ve been great at that so far.”

He doesn’t answer, instead slowly chanting a spell you’re completely unfamiliar with. You’ve never heard it before, but you can tell that every word that comes out of his mouth is absolutely dripping in Dark magic.

Gasping sharply, fresh, torturous pain claws at your torso, sinking its nails into your flesh and dragging the jagged edges back together. You can feel your bones being jarringly shoved back into place, your skin knitting itself back together twisted and wrong.

You bite your lip to keep from making a sound, your teeth drawing blood as you squeeze your eyes shut. Eventually, you can take no more and cry out in agony, weakly swatting at his hand for him to stop.

His wand falls from his hand with a clatter. He fumbles for what to do, settling on just gripping your hand and shushing you, as if you were a child.

Your chest spasms with the effort of taking a breath, and you grasp his hand back as tight as you can.

“Shit. Okay. Okay- uh, that’s- that’s enough, for now. We can pick this back up tomorrow,” Theo’s voice rises in pitch and his anxiety becomes palpable.

Your fingers tremble against the back of his hand, tears pricking at your eyes as you gasp in a breath. “H-hurts.”

“Shh, I know, I know. I’m sorry,” he whispers, keeping his grasp on your hand steady and smoothing down your hair with his free hand.

Theodore bit his lip nervously. The spell wasn’t finished; your ribs still looked like a jumbled up mess underneath stretched-taut skin. Your entire torso was a mess of contractured scars that left your skin looking wrinkled and messed up, like someone had pulled a running stitch through a piece of fabric too tightly.

You, one of the most bitingly acerbic, tough-as-nails guys he’d ever met, had been reduced to a whimpering, crying mess under Theo’s spell. You still held his hand, but had turned your head to press your face against his knee, mumbling incoherently under your breath.

Theodore could feel the Dark magic of his spell fizzing and crackling off of you. He bit his lip again, deliberating, before gently moving your face back from his knee so that he could lie down next to you.

You blindly reach for him, his hand on your shoulder gently guiding you to bury your face into his chest. He wraps his free arm around your shoulders, keeping you close.

Theo squeezed his eyes shut with every muffled whimper and cry that came from your lips, mentally berating himself for the odd flutter of his heart he feels when you cling to him.

Stop it, Theodore. Now is not the time.

Well…why isn’t it?

He’s alone, in a very small tent, with a cute guy who is utterly reliant on Theo for survival.

Really, what’s so bad about making the best of the current situation?

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Chapter Two

[dracoxmalereader]

Watering Can

Draco x Male Reader

Context: A four-quel to my other ficlets All at Once, Windowsill, and Summer Sun. Reader is a ravenclaw in the year above Draco, and this fic takes place in Draco's fifth year (your sixth year) during Order of the Phoenix.

Also it's burdensome to keep linking every one of the previous parts, plus I imagine it's an eyesore, so if you want to read all the parts going forward they can be found on Wattpad and Ao3 under the name "Intense". <3

Summary: Draco can't help but go into Inquisitorial Squad Leader Mode™ when Filch mentions hearing rats in the greenhouses only for them to mysteriously vanish when he goes in to look. Lo and behold, who else would it be but the Ravenclaw he's more infatuated with by the day.

Word Count: 1560

The plaques on the wall shone in the dull light of the night sky. Bouncing off the glass, shining over the reflection of the hallway, the moon cast smudges of light gray along the dark walls. Draco's feet were cold against the floor.

He made quick work of his bathroom break, trotting back down the corridor towards the Slytherin dorms, wiping his freshly washed hands on his wool shirt. Footsteps rang from the end of the hallway, and Draco froze.

"Stinking bloody rats-" Filch muttered under his breath, his lantern lighting the walls before he turned the corner.

"What are you on about?" Draco stepped forward, the inquisitor within him already accustomed to jump at the chance to assert discipline upon other students.

"Filthy rats in the bloody greenhouses." Filch stopped in his tracks and rumbled on. "I hear 'em, but I can't find even one of the damn things. Gone before I get there, every time." His voice was bitter and rough like gravel.

Draco nodded, interest peaked.

Filch adjusted his grip on the handle of his lantern, Mrs. Norris yawned where she was tucked into his free arm. "Get to bed," He spoke, tone not lacking malice. "Wouldn't want to send Umbridge her own lapdog." He cleared his throat, starting again down the hallway.

Draco scoffed. Filch was one to talk about being Umbridge's lapdog. He rolled his eyes and pushed past Filch uncaringly, baring a sneer at the squib. He waited for them to disappear around another corner, rerouting himself when the last of Mrs. Norris's bushy tail was out of sight.

The school was quiet as he made his way through it, calm. He ducked past the dark walls until his feet touched the dirt-marred floor of the greenhouse hallway. He cringed at the feeling, but carried on.

Creeping along, he leaned slightly into the doorway of greenhouse one. His eyes scanned the room, the boxes of soil lining the walls empty.

Sloshing water broke his concentration. He turned towards the noise, squinting his eyes at greenhouse three across the hallway. He caught sight of a figure hovering over the plants, and pulled his wand from his pocket.

Gripping it tightly, he approached the doorway of greenhouse three as quietly as he could, waving it in the air before pointing it at the figure and casting, "Expelliarmus!"

Your startled shout rang through the air, watering can flying out of your grip and landing with a thud on the ground, rolling over and leaking water onto the floor.

"What the hell?" Your familiar voice made his stomach drop, and he swore he could feel the shame in his nail beds. You were audibly pissed, angry even. It was almost as terrifying as his father's wrath. "I'm not going to attack you with a watering can! Unnecessary!"

You dug your wand out of your pocket and flicked it in the air, muttering a Lumos and filling the greenhouse with light.

Draco opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't find the words.

You blew a puff of air from your nose. Your brows were furrowed. "Draco." Your voice around his name was laced with a bite he'd never heard from you, and it had him regretting every decision he'd ever made. His throat felt dry. "You gonna take me Um-bitch? Someone has to keep the plants alive."

"You shouldn't be out of bed after hours-" He chased the words out of his mouth, knees feeling weak from the clever nickname given to Umbridge.

Your scowl shut him up.

"Sorry," Draco choked, voice cracking.

His face felt hot, hotter than the air in the train car he'd last been able to speak to you in. He coughed, and it did little to quell the tightness in his airways.

"I, uh... I won't take you to Um-bitch." He let a breathless chuckle escape him.

You looked him up and down, and felt like he was about to crawl out of his skin. One of your brows jerked up in suspicion, and he wanted to run his thumb along it, to feel the muscles under the skin tense and relax.

He stepped into greenhouse three, taking a shaky breath and pushing closer despite the tension. He picked the watering can up off the floor, avoiding the puddle that had formed around it. The space beneath his ribs burned, and he held it out to you, his eyebrows raised in sincerity.

Your eyes met, and he hoped he looked as apologetic as he felt. Your face had matured over summer break and the beginning of the year, and he subconsciously tallied all the ways your face managed to fit you impossibly better. He wanted to touch it and feel for himself how your features had changed.

His lungs quivered when you reached to take the watering can back with your free hand. Your fingers brushed his on the handle, and he felt sparks fly up his arm. His knuckles ached. He wanted to throw the stupid watering can across the room and lace his fingers with yours.

"Thank you." The suspicion and anger bled from your face, and you returned to contently watering a line of plants, shriveled beyond identification.

He watched you quietly, admiring how your dirty fingers pressed and prodded the soil. "Regerminating Potion would help." He offered, pulse speeding up when your eyes met again. He'd missed you over break, and he found it a real shame he didn't see more of you day to day.

"That's a sixth year potion." You pointed out, a smug smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. Draco felt his face heat up.

His eyes widened and he opened and closed his mouth around an excuse he couldn't find to make. He'd rather go full inquisitor on you again than admit he'd been reading ahead and studying even advanced sixth year potions for the chance you'd need more help from him. Your observation went unanswered.

"We're not allowed to make potions anyways." Your smile morphed into something more leisurely, working your way to the last of the plants.

Finished watering, you set the can down on the ground quietly and looked at him. Maybe having special inquisitor privileges wasn't all that bad, Draco thought.

"I could make you some."

"You'd do that?"

Draco swallowed roughly. He'd do anything for you if you asked. "You want me to?"

He stared into your eyes, hoping you were paying close enough attention to see the unspoken vulnerability in them. He wanted to break every rule Dolores Umbridge put in place if it meant he could make you happy. His bones felt restless.

You blinked, and your eyes faltered for a moment. They flicked down over his face, catching on his lips and he felt his stomach lurch forward. His own eyes fell to yours before he tore them away and found you already looking back into his eyes.

It felt like you were strung together, thread tightening with every breath that fanned between the shortening space between your faces.

You took an audibly shaky breath, and Draco hoped it meant you were as flustered as he was. Your mouth poised open, forming words on your tongue that lost their chance to be spoken when the light of Filch's lantern reflected on the glass walls across the hallway.

The light at the tip of your wand went out. Draco whispered for you to duck under the table at the center of the room. Your wand clunked against the floor as you did, and Filch's footsteps picked up in speed until he was limping into the greenhouse almost shouting about the filthy rats he was set on catching.

Draco felt anxiety lick up his spine. "No rats here, there was only one." He spoke, projecting his voice like was giving a speech, guttural lilt not unlike the tone he took up with Potter. "Made quick work of the pest, you can be sure of that."

Filch huffed, peeved but uncomplaining. Must just be thankful those 'rats' are out of the picture, Draco figured. "I'm not gonna tell you again." Filch grumbled. "To bed with you." He twitchily shook his head and tore his disapproving glare from the room, righting back on his path around the school.

Mrs. Norris lingered in the doorway, nose bobbing against the floor, sniffing. Draco crossed his fingers behind his back and his gaze dropped to you. He held his breath even when his heart picked up at the amused look you gave him from under the table. Mrs. Norris licked the back of her paw before trotting away back to Filch.

When he held his hand out to help you up, it's a miracle it wasn't too sweaty to grip onto. He felt adrenaline pulse through his veins, and the energized smile you gave him mirrored his own as it crept onto his face.

"You know, these pajamas are a good look on you." You stayed in his space, pinching the fabric of his sleeve between two fingers. Butterflies raced through his chest at the contact.

The lightheartedness made him want to kiss you, made him want to pull you into a hug and breathe in your smell. You blinked at him and he blinked back, head reeling, picturing all the ways he wanted to break more of his own rules with you.

My mom watched me make the Wattpad cover for this and told me she appreciates that I never stopped being a pre-teen. To express my gratitude this chapter is dedicated to her. Thank you mom for supporting my antics. <3

Drawing by me

Tags: @gayaristocrat @nowayisthistakenyet @dracoshusband

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Peaches - Part 3

~ A Fred Weasley Fic ~

Peaches Masterlist:

Your POV

You woke up to complete darkness and a dry mouth.

“What time is it,” you grumbled as you opened your bed curtains to check your alarm clock.

10:55 pm

Fuck. You had slept through dinner. You sighed as you laid back down in your bed and tried to go back to sleep, but it was no use. You had just slept for 5 hours, and your stomach was grumbling loudly.

Quietly, you tiptoed out of bed and slipped on your robe. Lucy was fast asleep. Your stomach growled again. You couldn’t even blame her for not waking you up for dinner, you had been so unpleasant.

“Lumos,” you whispered as you stepped into the hall. You crept down the stairs and through the common room. The fires were crackling quietly, but nobody was awake. You slipped out of the common room and into the hall. It was significantly colder out here. It had been a while since you’d snuck around past curfew. Luckily, the kitchens weren’t too far from the dungeons. As you ascended from the dungeons and into the grand staircase, you stopped to make sure you didn’t hear any professors, poltergeists, or pets. When you were sure the coast was clear, you scampered across the hall and down the stairs towards the kitchens. Soon you approached the painting. You tickled the pears and entered into the kitchen. The energy was bustling compared to the echoing halls of the castle. You smelled fresh bread being baked. You heard the sounds of pots being cleaned. Soon you saw two small heads appear in front of you, one of them sporting a sock as a hat.

“Miss! Can we get you something to eat?”

“Something to drink?”

“Some tea?”

You smiled down at the two house elves.

“Tea would be lovely,” you said and immediately one of them ran off. The other one looked up at you eagerly.

“Anything else, miss?”

“Well, I actually slept through dinner and I’m quite hungry. I really don’t want to be a bother, but if you have any leftovers or literally anything to eat, I would really appreciate it,” you smiled kindly at the female elf.

“It is no problem, miss! Bitty is happy to serve you,” she bowed before scampering off. You let out a chuckle, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the phrase ‘Bitty is happy to serve you’ but grateful that you were getting something to eat. You rubbed your temples as you took a seat at a counter. You were so tired.

Just at that thought, you heard the door to the kitchen swing open. You were so exhausted you couldn’t even roll your eyes at the sight in front of you.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Fred strode towards you. You didn’t understand how he appeared to have seemingly endless bounds of energy at all times of the day. “I didn’t take you as the type to sneak out past curfew.” You frowned.

“I’m not. I slept through dinner is all,” you mumbled, sitting up straighter and trying to flatten your hair with her hands. You gave up rather quickly though, and slumped back onto the elbows. Fred chuckled at the sight of you as he took a seat next to you. “What are you doing here, Weasley?”

“Me and George were setting off dungbombs near the library as a distraction to sneak into the potions cabinet. We found what we needed rather quickly so I decided to swing by the kitchens for some late night snacks,” Fred grinned as he leaned in closer to you. You were too tired to even tell him how stupid he was.

“Mr. Weasley! Mr. Weasley! What can I bring you,” the male elf beamed up at Fred as he delivered me my tea.

“Dobby! Just the elf I was looking for. Me and Georgie just need some crisps and sweets to get us through the night,” he sent a wink towards Dobby as he ran off. I blew on my tea before taking a small sip.

“Well acquainted with the kitchen staff, Fred?” You raised your eyebrow at him. Just then, Bitty returned with a plate of steaming hot food and bowed before scurrying off.

“Unlike you Slytherins, we Gryffindors like to say thank you and get to know the wonderful staff here at hogwarts,” Fred teased, eyeing your plate of food.

“I would’ve said thank you had Bitty stayed for a moment longer,” you sighed, “I’m just too tired for our banter Fred. I just want to eat and go back to my dorm.” Fred frowned at this but let you begin eating. The leftover roast dinner was hitting the spot and you couldn’t help but let out a little moan of delight. Fred smiled as you continued to eat.

“Why’d you miss dinner tonight?” Fred asked, keeping his eyes glued to you. You looked down at your tea.

“I told you, I slept through it,” you mumbled. Fred scoffed.

“I know you think I’m daft, but come on Y/N,” Fred pried. If you hadn’t been so exhausted you would’ve come up with a snarky comment to shut up his stupid freckled face. You sighed and set down your cup.

“You were right earlier, about me being, I dunno, frustrated. I don’t even know what I am feeling. All I know is I’m tired all of the time and I can’t even be bothered to get out of bed to entertain the idea of a meal,” you admitted, defeated. Fred put his hand on your shoulder. It was a friendly gesture.

“It’s okay, Y/N, to not feel happy. That’s why you have people to cheer you up. Like me,” he grinned stupidly. You let out a sharp breath through your nose and couldn’t help but smile a bit.

“But why do you want to cheer me up? You didn’t even know I existed two days ago,” you questioned. You were genuinely curious.

“Well I already told you, I just thought you were funny for yelling out fuck into the abyss. And while you’re mildly unpleasant to approach, I find your sense of humor and wit to be quite entertaining. And of course, I’m smart, despite what you think. And I can tell there’s something else going on. Maybe it’s none of my business, but I want to get to know you, I want to be your friend. Is that so hard to believe Y/N?”

You furrowed your brows together. Was it so hard to believe?

“Maybe it’s just hard to believe because it’s you,” you shrugged, continuing to eat your dinner. Fred scoffed and put his hand over his heart, as if hurt.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Fred feigned offense. After finishing your last bite, you had finally regained the ability to roll your eyes.

“Nothing, just that I didn’t think you were capable of having any sort of emotional intelligence,” you shrugged and sipped the last of your tea. Fred jaw fell open as he saw you were completely serious.

“Here you go Mr. Weasley!” Dobby bounded up to us and handed him a wrapped package of goods.

“Thanks Dobby,” Fred muttered quickly as you began to stand up, “now wait a minute, are you serious? You really think I’m that dim witted?”

“I mean, sort of,” you sucked your teeth and give him a half apologetic look, “but if it makes you feel any better, you’ve definitely proved that you can hold human conversation, so…” you trailed off and looked around the kitchen. You knew if you took one look at his dumbfounded face that you would burst into laughter. He pressed his lips together into a flat line.

“If you were anyone else, that would’ve seriously hurt my sense of self worth,” he said dryly, “but honestly, I feel like that is the most peachy thing I’ve heard you say all night, so I’ll let it slide.”

One side of your mouth curved up despite all of your desperate attempts to stay straight faced. Immediately that idiot broke into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen him wear. You rolled your eyes again.

“Merlin, your face is going to give me an aneurysm,” you mumbled as you turned on your heel to leave, unable to hide the smile creeping up on your face. But that stupid git had the longest arms and he was able to pull you back to him just so he could see your face all lit up.

“Aww, I made you smile,” he cooed, pinching your cheek. Your face immediately scrunched up as you pulled out of his grasp.

“Goodnight, Fred,” you said, matter of factly as you turned around once more to head back to your dorm. He followed you out of the kitchen and down the hall, both of you stopping at the top of the stairs right before the grand staircase. You peered your head around the hall to make sure the coast was clear before the two of you set off in opposite directions.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

—————————————

You woke up the next morning feeling well rested. The late night meal had helped you sleep through the night and you couldn’t help but chuckle at your interaction with a certain red head. How did he seem to be everywhere you were yesterday?

“Good morning sleepy head, sleep well?” Lucy asked, strolling out of the bathroom while drying her short hair with a towel.

“Mm, you know I actually did,” you yawned, stretching and standing up to get ready for the day.

Classes went by as they always did, and you mostly kept to yourself. While your head didn’t hurt from lack of sleep, this clear mindedness made you think better. And thinking always lead to the grief.

“Earth to Y/N? Are you even listening to me?” Lucy asked, waving her hand in front of your face as you walked back to the common room.

“I’m sorry Lucy, I totally wasn’t,” you sighed, “I’ve been such a shit friend this whole year. I’m sorry.” You frowned at your friend. She only returned it with a solemn smile.

“It’s okay Y/N. Me and Cassius both know what you’re going through. We just wish you would talk to us. Let us help you,” she pleaded, reaching out for your shoulder. You leaned into her touch.

“I know, I know. But I’ve burdened you guys enough with my tears this summer. I just need time to sort this out still. I’m going to take another walk,” Lucy frowned, “I promise I’m okay Luce. I just want to clear my head. I promise I’ll be at dinner tonight.” You turned around and waved goodbye before heading towards the exit.

“You’re not a burden, Y/N!” Lucy called after you.

The afternoon was just as sunny as yesterday. The wind had died down a bit and it felt quite pleasant out. Your legs began to wander towards the quidditch pitch. You thought the sun would feel great while laying on the benches of the stands. As you climbed the stairs up to the top, you could hear a team yelling practice drills and whizzing through the air. As you reached a spot up near the top, you finally spared a glance towards the field. Impressive plays were being made by a team sporting red jerseys. You laughed to yourself. Of course Gryffindor was practicing right now. Soon the practice began to come to an end. You layed down on the stands and basked in the warmth of the afternoon. You tried to clear your mind but the familiar sound of the brooms only made you think of your father.

“Come on, Y/N! Why don’t you try for the quidditch team?” Your dad called out as his feet hit the ground. You had scored on him again.

“I don’t have time for that,” you waved him off, smiling, “the only people who would dedicate that much time to a sport would be brutes like you!” You tease as he begins to run after you. You laugh as he picks you up and hangs you by the legs and begins to tickle you.

You sighed as you opened your eyes to stare up at the sky. A tear slipped out of the corner of your eye as you sat up.

“When will I stop missing you, dad?” You whispered, grabbing your bag to move on from the pitch. You didn’t really feel like having a sob fest in front of the Gryffindor quidditch team. Your legs began to carry you down the stairs and through the grounds. You kept walking a short distance until you found yourself by the lake. You sat on the shore and tried to gain your composure, but your head fell and soon you were beginning to cry. You hated crying. You had cried so much over the past few months that it took every ounce of energy that your body had mustered up from last night and drained every last drop. You tried to hold still and regulate your breathing.

“Oi, peaches, were you stalking me?” You heard a familiar voice call out from a bit up the path. You froze and tried to slyly wipe your face.

“N-no, I wasn’t Fred, I was just trying to enjoy the afternoon sun,” you tried to bite back, but your voice wavered. You didn’t even turn around to look at him.

“Hey, are you okay?” His voice came closer to you and soon he was plopping himself down right next to you. You just stayed still, facing forward. You knew if you moved even an inch that a tear would fall. You pressed your lips together tightly as tears threatened to fall from your eyes. “Hey, I’m sorry Y/N, I was only teasing,” Fred said lightly. You looked really upset. Of course this self obsessed idiot would think it was because of him. You couldn’t help but let out an exasperated breath as your head fell towards your chest. The movement caused a few tears and fall onto the ground.

“I’m not upset because of you, you idiot,” you breathed out, letting one half of you smile curve upwards. But Fred wasn’t smiling. In fact, you’d never seen him look so serious.

“Hey, hey, then what’s wrong?” He furrowed his eyebrows together as he tried to take a look at your face. You wanted to tell him to go away. It was none of his business why you were upset. He reached up and wiped away one of your falling tears. “Com’ere,” he mumbled, suddenly wrapping his long arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest. You wanted to push him off you, but you seemed to lean into him, your face scrunching up one last time before releasing all the tension within your body at once. You shook with a sob as the tears now seemed to pour out of your eyes and onto Fred shirt.

You tried so hard to sniffle it all back inside, but Fred only pulled you closer, rubbing his hand up and down your arm to console you.

“Fuck,” you sobbed and laughed into his chest before sitting up slightly, “I’m sorry.” He only chuckled at you.

“Don’t be sorry, I only want to know who made you cry so I can go kick their ass,” Fred teased, sliding his arm off of shoulders. You pursed your lips together as you look up at him.

“My dad’s dead.”

His smile immediately dropped from his face and he looked horrified. Your deadpan face fell into laughter as you sniffled.

“Y/N! I-I’m sorry I didn’t know,” he scrambled for words, “Why are you laughing?”

“Your face is just hilarious,” you chuckled, sniffing and wiping your nose with the back of your arm. He pursed his lips and looked at you with a serious expression.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry for your loss. Do you… do you want to talk about it?” He seemed tentative to pry any further. You shook your head and stared out towards the water, but for some reason you felt like you could trust him. He clearly wanted to get to know you and you felt like he wouldn’t go blabbing around about your dead family. Oh, fuck it.

“He died in July. He was a curse breaker and you know, the job is dangerous. He’s the only family I’ve ever had. My- my mom had died when I was a baby, you know, during the war. I miss her a lot but I never even knew her…. My dad, he was my best friend,” you head dropped as you felt like crying again, “and now I’m all alone.”

“You’re not alone, Y/N,” Fred said, looking at your sad face, “but I know how badly you must be hurting now. I’m sorry, I can’t even imagine your grief right now.” You held up your hand and swallowed your tears.

“Thank you for listening to me Fred. I appreciate it, but the last thing I need is for another person to feel sorry for me. My friends are worried cause I’m not happy but I just can’t burden them any longer with my sadness. I just want to feel better already…” you trail off, playing with the sand by your feet.

“You have good friends Y/N, and it’s okay to not feel happy. But if you’re looking for someone to cheer you up, you’ve come to the right guy,” he grins at you. You snort.

“Well you definitely keep me distracted.”

“Oh, so you think I’m distracting?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Whatever, peaches.”

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A tired 40 year old woman, in all black attire, more on the business side of business casual. She dabbles between attempted sleep on the table, eating her M and S beetroot and feta meal deal—with sparkling citrus drink, and reading her WHSmiths fiction of the year. Her pamphlet for the Newcastle Women's Job Fair sits neatly on the table, but with a page falling almost purposefully out, forming an aesthetic moment for a birds-eye shot in a Wes Anderson style recreation of the train journey.

To her left sits Mr. Headphones and Tablet with keyboard attachment. His bald head shines bright, reflecting the 16 degree rays. His eyes were beady and button like. He purchases a beer from the trolley, and chooses a Madri over the Lumo-own-lager. The journey involves a tennis tournament of stares across the table and I effortlessly win 40-love as I complete yet another sudoku.

To my left sits the snooze fest of rare Kanken backpack. Her double denim outfit helps formulate her mid-2010 approach to being contemporary, which is all complimented with a mix of Korean TV, sleeping, and overstepping her seat allowance by spilling over to mine. Her elbows dug into me and I slouched further into my own soul.

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What I partially have for the History Teacher AU for HP. This is unedited.

“Alright,” Professor Ridley had forsaken the robes most of the teachers wore for a nice pair of pants and a black vest over a white shirt. She rolled her eyes at a look from one of the Board members. Harry thought he looked like Malfoy a bit. “This is an informal class Mr. Malfoy. I wear robes during school hours. I just don't outside of them. They can be a hazard when working with runes or potions or… well a lot of stuff.” the woman strutted past the Board members and the press, head held high. “Good evening Hogwarts,” Ridley said as she casually tapped her throat. Her voice began to boom.

“Was that a wandless and silent Sonurous?!?” a fifth year hissed further down the table. No one answered given Ridley continued.

“This is our first lesson on Magical Theory and History, and as said given the… abysmal teachings done before I am holding this for all of Hogwarts,” the woman said. She took out her wand and conjured a blackboard that was large enough for the hall to see. “The Board here decided to invite the press to show that their decision to finally give the okay for a proper history teacher was well thought out.” Ridley smiled sharply as Granger gave a little gasp.

“They didn't want a proper teacher before?” she asked in horror. Harry frowned, looking at Ron who seemed stunned as well. The guy who looked like Malfoy was angry though, a dark look on his face.

“First and foremost, a question. How many alignments of magic are there?” Professor Ridley looked around the room. A seventh year raised a hand from the Ravenclaw table. “Ah, yes, McDonald?”

“Two,” the student said, voice bored.

“Incorrect,” Ridley said. “Anyone else?” a hushed sort of silence fell over the hall, everyone staring. Ridley frowned. “… anyone else- and, Mr. Longbottom?” she nodded at Neville who was shakily raising his hand.

“Umm, my Uncle Algie. He said that there was… seven? Umm that there wasn't much teaching of it in Britain?” the boy said with a bit of a stutter. A loud scoff came from the Slytherin table but Ridley smiled.

“Ten points to Gryffindor… and five points from Slytherin Mr. Malfoy. I told you I expect respect to everyone while I teach,” the woman eyed the green table with a frown. “My. Longbottom is correct. There are seven magical alignments. Three of which are Core types.” Ridley went to the board to write down ‘Light, Grey, Dark’ on it. “These are the way our magics naturally align within ourselves. As well these are the way magic itself can be described, along with two more.” ‘White’ and ‘Black’ appeared on the list, next to light and dark respectively. “Now, the difference between light and dark is that light magic is more willpower focused. You more or less force the spells to work. Meanwhile dark magic is emotion based, you have to WANT them to work and feel the emotions inside you.”

Ridley has already proven herself energetic in class, so Harry isn't surprised when she begins moving, waving her hands around. She looks eager to talk and he's never had a teacher so eager to actually explain things. Its nice.

“White magic is truly just even more powerful light magic that has the addition of needing a strong power output, with black magic being the same for dark magic. Grey magic though is basically both light and dark. You need willpower and emotion. Such as the patronus charm!” She lifted her wand. “Expecto Patronum!” from her wand, a huge silver grizzly bear tumbled out with a roar. She smiled at the crowd as she flicked her wand and had the animal vanish. “Meanwhile, the light charm- Lumos-” she created a white light at the end of her wand. “Is pure willpower. Then, the Diffindo charm,” here the woman conjured a scarf to cut in half. “Is dark because you need to want it to be cut in half and feed a small bit of anger into the charm.” she sashayed around the front of the hall, smiling. “Now, a white magic spell is much more complicated to cast and sadly I can't cast many as my own magical core is dark. I can brute force a few of them, but I'd rather not have a minor core suppression to handle. That's unpleasant.”

“Shes dark?!” Ron says in horror as the hall erupts into whispers. Ridley rolls her eyes, slumping over dramatically.

“Oh please. Dark and light magic only mean that one requires emotions and the other willpower. Do you know how these terms even got popular? A light wizard by the name of Gamp, might know him from Transfiguration, came up with it. Now, this is somewhat unproven but its known he was courting a woman at the time he came up with these ideas, and that she had another suitor who you would term dark.” Ridley opened her arms. “Take it what you will but its noted the woman spurned Gamp anyway. And around this time dark magic began being really hated. Of course this is all gossip but… often times history is written by people who end up putting their own bias into it.”

“That can’t be true!” shouted someone from the Ravenclaw table.

“It is. I checked with Madame Pince and we do have the history books on it. I asked her not to let them be checked out so that no one just hoards them, I knew to many people like that in school.” Ridley shook her head. “Ruined learning for everyone… but she will let people read them to check. It is true. History as a whole is something I'm sad to say has a lot of bias as we can tell. Lawrence Bagman’s book Historic Incidents in the Magical Community has no mention of the fae wars being fought in Ireland in 1850. Yet they happened and caused enough of an incident the ICW changed laws. He seemed to think that discussing it was below his interest. Along with that, you just need to read his account of the House-Elf and human accords, and then Madame Dupain’s account in her book The Complete History of Magic until 1900 to discover that there is a bias. Both are written incredibly differently.” Ridley spread her arms out. “Hence why I assigned two books and will be using books from the library. Different perspectives. But anyway, that's how the alignments got their names.”

“The what accords?” a Slytherin asked and Ridley stared.

“… Professor Dumbledore i am hosting three more classes like this. Why did the governors let this get this bad?” Ridley shook her head as the board glared.

“Shes really bringing it up,” Harry said softly.

“She wants to make it clear who is at fault,” Seamus said. “Me mum said that everyone thought it was Dumbledore blocking the change but apparently the board seems to have been more at fault. Wonder what other things are the result of their hands and not Dumbledore.” Seamus mused.

“I heard that to,” Ron admitted. “Mom never believed it.”

“Seems she was right,” a third year Gryffindor muttered as Ridley moved back to discussing magic, remarking she’d make posts about the ‘needed information why was this not included at all’ lessons.

“Grey magic are spells using both emotion and will as stated. Because of this they can cast both dark and light magic easily.

[heylorrain]

Sebastian just told Ominis about Anne being cursed.

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“Your friend is burning, Mr Gaunt. Do not go and blame him for the smell of ashes”.

The three of them materialized at Professor Weasley's Office. Compared to the bleak and sterile building they had just fled, that room felt warm and cozy. The window was frosted over with snow, casting a soft glow across the room, and a crackling fire in the corner settled the room as a safe place to be. 

Lorra let out a deep breath, feeling the tension leaving her body as she sank into the plush couch in the corner of the office. 

-"I need a minute. I need a..." She trailed off, her voice becoming faint as she succumbed to exhaustion and fainted onto the soft cushions.

They gently placed her between the pillows and covered her with a warm blanket. Sebastian brushed a strand of hair away from Lorra's face. He hoped Ominis had come with a plan already.

- "This is serious, Mr. Sallow. Your friend here is not who we think she is. The problem is, she doesn't even know it herself. We are at a dead end here." Mrs. Weasley turned to him with a grave expression.

-"How could this even be happening? You said that wasn't her wand, professor?". Sebastian's voice was filled with disbelief as he stared at the wand poking out of Mrs. Weasley 's pocket.

- “The problem here is much more grand than I had anticipated." She paused, her eyes scanned the room before continuing, "I need to gather my thoughts for a moment. And as for her, let her sleep." Gently, she stroked the girl's red hair as she spoke, a troubled furrow etched on her brow.

Sebastian nodded and began to make his way to the exit. 

-“Oh, and Mr. Sallow?” Matilda interrupted his steps as he was about to close the door. “Stay close to your friends. These are hard times you’re going through, don’t neglect them.”.

Matilda Weasley was the embodiment of a loving and nurturing mother figure, always making time for her students and offering sage advice. Her presence alone was mesmerizing, and she seemed to possess the perfect words to heal any heartache or pain. 

Sebastian's footsteps reverberated through the cold, empty halls of the castle as he made his way down the Grand Staircase. The weight of Professor Weasley's words still hung heavy on his mind, threatening to bring tears to his eyes.

As he turned a corner, a low grunt caught his attention from a dimly lit alcove drawing him out of his thoughts. Intrigued, he followed the sound and soon noticed a trail of Bertie Botts scattered on the floor like breadcrumbs leading him to a hidden treasure. As he approached a dark corner, he noticed that a wall tapestry had been hastily moved to the side, revealing a hidden wooden door behind it. 

The grunts grew louder and more recognizable as he approached, filling him with a sense of familiarity. Without hesitation, Sebastian pushed open the door and stepped into what appeared to be a secret chamber. 

- "So is this our new Undercroft now, Ominis? What are you doing in this dark room?" Sebastian inquired, his wand casting Lumos, bringing a soft light into the shadows.

-"I clearly didn't realize the lights were off, Sebastian," Ominis replied with a hint of annoyance. "But to answer your question, I’m researching, and this room is closer to the library." 

As Sebastian's spell illuminated the room, it revealed a chaotic scene - scrolls, books, and papers strewn about in a whirlwind of disarray. Ominis quickly passed his wand over each item, sorting through them and tossing aside any that appeared useless or irrelevant. With a flick of his wrist, they were banished to a corner of the room.

-"How did you manage to find me here?" Ominis questioned curiously as he continued his duty. 

-"Unfortunately for you, my dear friend, your distinct tone and inflection is unmistakable. And let us not forget the trail of candy scattered on the floor like breadcrumbs. Ah, how nice it is to see you never bothering to clean up after yourself, your highness." Sebastian teased with a sly grin. Ominis just smiled with a smirk. 

- “I’ve found some information, Sebastian, is not completely clear… but it’s a start”. 

Ominis' voice rang out, echoing through the room as he read aloud the words written on a book in braille. 

“For the past decades, the most important pureblood families in Europe had meticulously crafted a document detailing their percentage of blood purity, and their plans for arranged marriages between them, in order to combine their bloodlines and achieve an almost ethereal level of purity.  

There was one family that was invited to join, but denied as for they had already reached a devine status, their blood atheral like the silver moon - The Le Fays”.  

With a flick of his wand, the blonde wizard swiped it to the left and another scroll appeared, levitating before them.

“Morgana Le Fay, the first true pureblood witch borned not from humans, but instead she emerged from the depths of water. There was nothing more pure than that - a direct descendant of the element that brings life to all living creatures. 

She was given the surname "Le Fay" due to her ethereal beauty and gentle demeanor, leading people to believe she was a fairy, rather than a witch.  

She, and many other witches and wizards were part of the court of King Arthur, and there, he met Merlin, with whom she had multiple descendants, each with their own unique magical abilities. The youngest of them, were two identical twin sisters, named Geneva and Igraine.”

Sebastian struggled to wrap his head around the information, Ominis’ words felt like a blur to him, as if he were trying to make sense of a different language. Gaunt cleared his throat as he passed to another scroll that had a small Family Tree. 

- "Miss Geneva Le Fay ( Unknown dates-No descendents)  Lady Igraine Le Fay, married Lord Gorlois, purebloods, only child: Lorrain Morgana Le Fay.  (1876 - Unknown) . Lorrain is the daughter of those lords as your cousin said, Sebastian. And that also makes her the granddaughter of Merlin.”

-"Lorr- Wait...you're saying that our friend is a direct descendant of the legendary Merlin? Like...THE Merlin?" his voice rising in disbelief. He could feel his eyes widening in shock, almost bulging out of their sockets.

-”Yes. There’s a scroll with more detailed information, now where did I put it?” 

An old dark blue scroll came flying into Ominis’ hands. Its contents revealed more details about the Le Fay family, including hand-drawn illustrations of their personal wands. Ominis runed his fingers over the images, absorbing every detail before thrusting it into Sebastian's grasp.

-”Look at Geneva’s wand. Carefully.” Ominous demanded.

-"This can't be. It's exactly like Lorrain's." They both knew no wand could be identical to another, which meant that it must be the same one their friend had been using all along. The shaft was a pristine white, adorned with a delicate spiral pattern that seemed to writhe and twist like living vines.

But it was the central inscription that caught Sebastian’s eye, a quote etched in vibrant red letters, pulsing with power. 

-"Semper in Potestate," He read under his breath.

-”That’s my family motto Sebastian” The blonde said slowly while his friend’s mind raced as he tried to piece together the information.

-“After we left the Ministry of Magic, Professor Weasley confirmed that the wand confiscated by the aurors did not belong to Lorrain. So her aunt was employed by your family and gave Lorra her wand? Does that make any sense to you? 

-"There's only one explanation for why someone would allow another person to carve something into their wand: if they owe that person a lifelong debt. But passing your wand down to a family member-." 

- “It is used as a form of payment.”  a third voice joined in.

Professor Weasley's presence in the room caught Ominis and Sebastian off guard, their minds still reeling from the conversation they had just been having. The room fell silent as she entered, her expression serene yet filled with subtle hints of impressed curiosity. She moved gracefully through the scattered books and scrolls on the floor, examining each one with a practiced eye. 

- “Worry not, gentleman. Nurse Bainey is making sure your friend can recover from… the treatment she was given at the Ministry. She’ll be alright. As for me, I was about to check on you two but it seems like you’ve been busy”. Matilda Weasley's soothing voice eased the tension in the cramped room. Her eyes glimmered with concern as she placed a reassuring hand on each of the two students' shoulders.

She then reached into her pocket, her fingers closing around the so spoken wand. With a determined expression, she withdrew it and placed it carefully on the table before them.

-"Now, let's see if what you've discovered is true," Matilda said with a hint of excitement in her voice. The three of them leaned in, eager to confirm their suspicions.

Revelio.  

A thick coat of something that resembled paint peeled off the wand, revealing the Gaunt family motto emblazoned in fiery letters at its core, burning bright and proud. The intense heat radiated from the wood, sending a wave of warmth through Ominis's hand as he reached out to take the wand. Flames seemed to dance and swirl within the letters, giving them a life of their own. It was as if the wand itself was alive and pulsating with power.

The professor's brow furrowed in concern as their suspicions were proven correct. 

-”Passing the wand to another family member before dying, when you’re in debt with someone, means you’re surrendering that person as well”.  She finally explained. 

-“Does that mean Lorra is indebted to your family too, Ominis?” Sebastian's confusion only deepened as he asked. 

-“No, it means she is owned by them. As far as this goes, I’m assuming Geneva left Lorrain as a debt payment before she passed ”. Ominis’ voice broke at those words. 

-"Geneva Le Fay passed away not long ago," she began cautiously. "So this must be a recent occurrence. Mr. Gaunt, have you noticed anything unusual happening at home?" Mrs. Weasley questioned firmly.

Home.  

The word felt like a curse on her tongue. It was not what Ominis would use to describe the Gaunt Manor. To him, it was a place of horrors and torment. More like a prison, where family members turned against each other, where love was replaced with humiliation and neglect, and where torture was seen as an acceptable form of discipline. He couldn't bring himself to call it home. 

-“Professor, I-I know my family's reputation may be notorious for their sinister ways, but I refuse to accept such a damning accusation without more proof” Ominis’ voice trembled with mixed emotions as he tried in vain to defend his family.

The Gaunts and their infamous ties to dark magic were well-known. Yet, despite knowing the truth deep down, Ominis couldn't shake off the lingering hope that maybe, just maybe, his family wasn't that savage.

But as he spoke the words aloud, even he could hear the desperation and denial in his own voice. He knew that his efforts to protect his family's tarnished reputation were futile. The truth would always prevail, no matter how hard he tried to deny it.

-”I’m not trying to insinuate anything young man, I’m ask-”

-”Oh for the love of Merlin Ominis!” Sebastian's voice rose in anger at his friend’s denial. ” They haunt muggles for sports, so stop defending them already! You’ve said it yourself! They’d used the torturing curse on you, the scars on your back should b-”

-”I know what my family has done Sebastian, thank you!. You should focus on yours for a change”. Ominis interrupted him.

There was a moment of silence. 

Sebastian's heart clenched as Ominis' harsh words echoed in his mind, hurting him like daggers, his face turned into a melancholy grimace as tears began to fall uncontrollably from his eyes. 

Ominis held his wand at his friend. He sensed a change in the air of the room, it felt heavy all of the sudden. Sebastian proceeded to confessed that his twin sister Anne, had been brutally attacked upon her return to Feldcroft for the Holidays from a School Camp. 

-”I’ve tried to tell you since I saw you at the library. That’s why I returned to Hogwarts. To inform the school, to inform… you.”

Sebastian's mind was a battlefield, filled with memories of Anne in agony. He wanted to lash out and scream at the unfairness of it all, punch something, to release the rage boiling inside him, but he forced himself to sit down and clench his fists instead, angrily stomping his foot, a meaningless attempt to control his raging emotions.

Ominis stood nearby, unsure of what to do or say. 

-“Your friend is burning, Mr Gaunt. Do not go and blame him for the smell of ashes”. The professor finally whispered gently into Ominis’ ear. 

That metaphor was the push Ominis needed to rush to Sebastian and enveloped him in a hug. Normally, the blonde was not one for physical touch, but this was beyond that matter.

-”Sebastian I am so sorry…I’-I” 

The two friends embraced, both struggling to contain their emotions in front of their professor. Sallow’s grip on Ominis' velvet shirt tightened, his nails digging into the fabric as he desperately clung to him. Ominis returned the embrace with equal force, their bodies pressed together in a desperate attempt to hold onto each other and keep from shattering. 

Piece by piece, Matilda saw their sanity slip from them. Not like a waterfall, but like a small leak in a pipe.

-”Gentleman, it is late, let us retire to our dorms and allow our troubled minds to rest. For it is in these moments of turmoil that we may say or do things we do not truly mean." Professor Weasley said before leaving the chamber. She didn't even bother to escort them to the Slytherin Common Room. She knew they needed this. Both of them.

After closing the door behind her, she began picking up the Bertie Botts she found on the floor, her footsteps getting lost in sobs and cursed words escaping from the room as she walked the lonely hallway.

Notes 👉 Ominis exploring his feelings and showing them to Sebastian for the first time for such a shocking situation is something I've always wanted to explore. 👉 Like I said in a previous post, exploring their friendship, their feelings and dynamics about their households and how it portrays in their decisions-actions is something that will be explored further in the chapters.

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A very belated birthday gift for @elder-millennial-trash , brought to you by Finish Your Fucking Fics February and that post you had circulating yesterday about Remus teaching murder to children <3

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Sirius stepped through the Floo into a silent house, which wasn’t surprising. He’d decided to take the afternoon off after wrapping up his latest case that morning, so Remus would still be teaching for the next couple of hours. He was probably outside with the children. 

Sirius hung his cloak up by the door and stashed his briefcase in his office. That was when he heard Remus’s voice drifting down the corridor from the spare bedroom they had turned into a classroom two years ago when Remus started tutoring wix children from their home. 

Creeping down the hallway, Sirius paused just outside the open door. Remus was sitting cross-legged on the floor, and the children were arranged in a circle around him, watching him with rapt attention. Little Luna Lovegood, barely five years old, was sitting in Remus’s lap, her thumb in her mouth. It was a habit Xemophilius and Pandora were still trying to break her of, though Sirius privately found it adorable.

“But Mr. Remus,” Draco Malfoy said, “the Lumos charm is for making light. Mummy uses it when it’s dark, and then she makes puppets on the wall with her fingers. It doesn’t hurt at all!”

“That’s right, Draco,” Remus said. “Lumos makes light, like this.”

He demonstrated with his wand. Luna grabbed the lit end of his wand in one hand, and he grinned down at her. 

“You’re right that it doesn’t hurt at all in this form,” Remus said. He extinguished his wand and put it away. “However, if the charm is cast at something directly, and with enough power, it can make that object explode. This is particularly useful if you are casting magic in an illegal manner and don’t want it traced. If a Lumos is directed at someone’s heart, for example--”

“Okay!” Sirius said loudly, coming into the room. “I think it’s time for lunch.”

“Padfoot!”

“Mr. Sirius!” 

The children greeted him excitedly, and he endured a round of hugs before sending them all off to the kitchen. 

“Really, Remus?” he demanded. “You’re teaching them about ways to commit murder that are undetectable? They’re six.”

“The Weasley twins are eight,” Remus defended. “It’s useful information to know!” 

“Fred! George!” Ron’s indignant shout floated up the stairs. “Stop that, or I’m gonna Lumos you!”

Sirius raised an eyebrow at Remus. “I’m letting you explain that one to Molly later.”