#mudbloods & half breeds

[aprilthearcher]

me and you... were meant to be.

[remus lupin x f!reader] [platonic james potter x f!reader]

slytherin!reader (because i myself am one). use of (y/n) (though i tried my best to not overuse it)

angst, but happy ending. remus' insecurities get in the way of your fresh relationship. 3k words.

i haven't written for remus for a long, long time so i tried to do my best because i love him to pieces and recently i've been experiencing a remus lupin era so... here it is. also, that spell she uses to protect her home... i've no idea if it exists, i just liked it.

english is not my first language, so there could be some mistakes. pictures are not mine.

thank you for reading!

i wrote this while listening to "Don't Delete the Kisses" by Wolf Alice and "What if I Love You" by Gatlin.

“What if you and I… What if we were never meant to be?”

“What are you saying, Remus?”

“I'm saying that I don't think we… I don't think it’s good for us to keep seeing each other.”

“But, but why? We are so good right now, we… I’m trying here, Remus, but I don't get it. Why would you do this?”

“I've just told you, we are not meant for each other. You… you des…” He stopped mid sentence. “I don't see you like that anymore, I'm sorry if I made you think otherwise.”

Now, on top of a bus that would drop her off a couple of blocks from her flat, she couldn’t recall a single moment in their short relationship that could’ve propelled something like this. They were good, really good. After dancing around each other for so long during their Hogwarts years, they had finally admitted their feelings one summer afternoon while looking at the sun go down and the moon rise up. Four months later, he was ending it. Salazar, could he have been high? She knew sometimes the boys would smoke those muggle herbs Marlene would bring them, overcharging them of course, but he had never said something so… heartbreaking under their influence. No, he couldn’t have been high, he would become even touchier when he’d smoke some, ignoring his friend’s presence and delighting in the passionate, even primal, effect they’d produce; the lightheaded feeling that allowed him to relax and run his fingers through her arms, her hands, her neck and jaw…

She pressed the palm of her hands against her eyes when they started to water for the fifth time that evening after leaving Dorcas’ apartment complex. Was he so desperate to get rid of her that he couldn’t even wait to do it at home? What would her great-grandmother think of her if she saw her like this? “Crying over a half-blood, a HALF-BREED, you are nothing but a blood traitor. You’ve tainted our legacy, you and your good-for-nothing parents, you are no more worthy than those mudbloods you hang round, affiliating yourself with muggles, living a life surrounded by them." Why did she keep caring about what she would think? She had never shared her views on blood purity and how any wizard or witch that wasn’t part of the Sacred Families would be undeserving of its magic. She hated people like her grandmother. She hated that the old hag had tried to drill these thoughts into her head since a very young age. She was glad she had died and she was glad her parents were nothing like their parents, so why was she remembering her now? Perhaps it was the fear of losing her entire friend group that made her sick mind resort to conjuring the old witch’s voice in her head.

She truly hoped for her great grandmother to be rolling in her grave at the sight of one of her descendants crying over a werewolf and the possibility of losing her entire friend group made up of blood traitors, half-bloods, and muggleborns. 

She knew they weren’t like that, that they wouldn’t isolate her for something like this. Merlin, they didn’t even know, at least until tonight, of their relationship! Though she was sure it wouldn’t take long for them to figure it out after how she had left in such an abrupt manner, without saying goodbye and barely making it to the door without the tears falling down her cheeks. She had left the task of explaining everything to Remus. 

“Lady, this is the last stop!” The bus driver called out from the front of the vehicle.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck Remus Lupin for breaking her heart, for making her cry and making her miss her bus stop. Fuck him for making her feel so in love she left her guard down, fuck him for assuring her that he could trust him. 

Although she had planned to take the muggle bus to get her mind off things and not get home immediately — for she was sure her lonely flat would make her feel worse, for she was sure there was one of Remus’ sweater idle placed on the back of an armchair she was hoping to return tonight after he’d accompanied her home —, she had not anticipated missing her stop and having to walk ten or so blocks home. It was not that she felt unsafe wandering through London this late, but she just felt emotionally exhausted.

She almost jogged all the way home, not wanting to encounter any trouble on her way home for she was not in the right state of mind for fighting anyone, muggle or not. Though, perhaps, the rush of adrenaline that would come from a brawl would bring her back to life, a little at least. 

She’d taken two steps into the hallway when she saw the light coming from her flat. Stopping on her tracks, she got her wand out of her leather holster strapped in her left shoulder and approached her door. Good thing she had opted to climb the stairs instead of apparating inside; if she were to be ambushed, she wouldn’t have had any time to prepare. 

With the whisper of an incantation the door opened slowly. For a moment, she forgot about Remus and the only thing on her mind was to find out who was inside her home. Her mind was reeling with ideas. Death eaters. 

Death eaters. Death eaters. Death eaters.

But how? She had secured the place with some, if not all, of the best protective spells. Dorcas had helped her set them up. The locks were unbreachable, as well as the magical barriers protecting the walls from all sides, there were only two people that could apparate inside, her and…

“Prongs?”

She had chosen James as the only other person to be able to apparate inside her home. The spell was infallible and it had taken them several months of hard work, but it was worth it since not even someone who had induced the polyjuice potion, impersonating James, could get in. 

She saw him pacing round her living room, his fingers twirling his wand in the air, a trick she had seen muggle musicians do when playing the drums. He stopped once he saw her, quickly coming to wrap one arm around her frame while the other pushed the door closed. The hiss of the invisible sigils increased for a second.

“I thought something had happened to you on the way home, you took so long. Why did you take so long? I was worried sick.”

“Merlin, James, the baby is making you act just like your mother.”

“Shut up, I was genuinely worried. Was about to go searching for you.”

“I took the bus but missed my stop, so I had to walk.”

He nodded, relaxing a bit now that he saw his best friend was okay. Physically, at least. Her emotions were still all over the place, her heart had calmed down and decided to break again after realising there were no intruders in her home. 

“What happened back then, dove? With Remus? You, you just run away.”

“I think you know what happened, James.” She said, while hanging her coat in the rack and taking out her boots. She knew he knew, he wouldn’t have left Dorcas’ flat without an explanation from Remus after seeing her so distressed.

James sighed. Even though her own feelings were messed up, she could still realise this was a difficult position for James, and the rest of them, to be in. (Y/N) and James had been friends since they were young, younger than now at least, knowing each other because their parents introduced them the summer before beginning their third year at Hogwarts. She was a Slytherin thus making it hard for the boy to trust her, even at that age, but one stern look from his mother Euphemia had the boy overcoming his prejudice against her in a heartbeat. It had been quite impossible to separate them since then, which meant introducing her to the rest of his friends. Sirius had been apprehensive, Peter quite terrified… Remus… Remus had been intrigued, you could say. All of his previous interactions with Slytherins hadn’t been pleasing, but this was the girl he had Transfiguration with, who would raise her hand faster than anyone and answer correctly, getting all the spells right on her first try. This was the girl he had glanced at maybe once — he definitely did more than glance — at the library, carrying way too many books for her on one hand while the other, holding her wand, pointed to the floating pile of heavier tomes behind her. 

Remus is also one of his best friends, the four of them are like brothers. She couldn’t deny she was quite surprised to see James here, attempting to comfort her instead of him.

He still had his arm around her shoulders when they started to walk towards the kitchen. If James intended to stay then she was in dire need of some tea to pass the bad taste the fight had left in her mouth. He would want to hear her side of the story. Turning to light up the room, she saw pints of red covering James’ knuckles. She disengaged from his hug, positioning her body in front of his then grabbed his hand, harshly. She heard him wince. His eyes scrunched and his lips closed in a thin line, she knew. He knew that she knew.

“Did any of his teeth fall out?” She pressed her fingers to his bloodied knuckles.

“No, but… Ow! Would you stop that?” He tried to release his hand from his grasp, she tightened her hold.

“I don’t need you defending me, James.”

“You’re my best friend, of course I’ll…”

“He’s your best friend too!” She yelled. Salazar, she was pathetic. Defending the boy who crushed her heart no more than two hours ago. “I don’t want you fighting my battles for me, James, especially when it’s against one of your friends.”

“I’m sorry, dove, you are like a sister to me. I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s not like he did anything wrong though. He… he is allowed to change his mind. I - I was the one to get too caught up. I shouldn’t have, I shouldn’t have…”

“I didn’t punch him because he ‘changed his mind’, dove. I punched him because he was lying about that.”

“James…”

“No, no, listen. Listen to me.” He grabbed her face, wiping the new set of tears that had begun to cascade down her face. “I know Remus and I know that he loves you, that he’s loved you since you jinxed one of the fourth years after bad mouthing Peter, perhaps even before that. He’s not telling the truth and he’s pushing you away because he’s terrified of how much he loves you. That’s why I hit him, thought it’d make him realise he cannot lose you.”

“Salazar, you really are your mother.” James laughs at your comment, heart soaring with desperation at the new turn of events. He knew something more was going on with Remus and (Y/N) as of the last couple of months because James Potter was observant and this new bond didn’t look like the shy glances they’d throw from across the Hall during their Hogwarts’ years. These were slow, delicate touches; soft smiles and bodies that would look to be close to each other every chance they got. So he wanted nothing more than for his friends to be happy; although he should’ve seen Remus’ self-sabotaging tendencies coming because he knew all of his friends like the back of his hand, he didn’t. He blamed the uprising war for that. He blamed it for everything, from clouding Remus’ judgement more than ever to forcing him and Lily, and consequently the rest of the Order, to be constantly on the lookout for danger. None of them had had a good night’s sleep for months now. 

“You should still apologise, you’ve been friends for years and I…” 

Rapid, loud knocks against her front door interrupted (Y/N). She and James looked at each other, he had a hunch of who it might be but getting his wand at the ready didn’t hurt. (Y/N) had the same idea, she started to move towards the entrance with her arm up, wand always pointing at the door.

“Who is it?” The banging stopped.

“It’s … It’s me, Rem - Remus. I - I.” She could hear him shuffling outside, as if he were moving round the place, jumping from one foot to another; he probably was. “It's really me, I - I got you that black leather holster for your wand as a gift. You bought the rug on your bedroom floor in a flea market last month, you said it reminded you of the one you had back home. Your favourite colour is red and you hated yourself for it because James always joked how you should’ve been in…”

“Gryffindor.” By the time Remus had been at the end of his ranting, she had unlocked the door and opened it all the way, hitting the rag on the way. 

“Yeah, but green always looked better on you.” Remus looked at her face, he could see the trail of black makeup going from her eyes to her chin. She must’ve felt his stare because in a swift movement she got rid of the marks, or at least she tried to. It smudged a bit more than he knew she would’ve preferred. 

“You’ve got blood on your face.” She said.

“I know, I - I tripped down the…” Remus tried to explain while cleaning the blood with the back of his sweater. She could’ve told him she’ll clean it up for him with the touch of a finger. She didn’t.

“You don’t have to cover for him, I know James punched you.”

“Damn right I did.” She heard from inside the flat. James was leaning against the arch that separated the living room from the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest and a look that must’ve frightened Remus because of how he bent his head down and then looked up again, nodding as to show he’d understood his lesson. (Y/N) stared at James with an eyebrow raised, he sighed and then said: “I’m going to get Lily back at Dorcas’. See you, dove.” With a crack in the air, James disappeared.

“What I said, earlier, it - it wasn’t true.” Remus began once they had settled on her velvet green sofa. She had found it on the street, a bit tattered but nothing magic couldn’t repair. “I’m an idiot but I’m just so scared. So frightened that.. that what I - what I am will put a higher target behind your back. I’m a half-breed, a monster, and people like me … No, no let me finish. People like me don’t deserve someone as pure as you so I thought…”

“You thought pushing me away, breaking my heart, would solve any of that?”

“Well, yes! If I’m not putting you in danger during the full moon, then I’m putting you in danger because they - they won’t hesitate to come after you if you are with me.”

“You bloody git. They are after all of us, even if we aren’t together, they’ll still come after me…”

“You don’t know that.”

“What are you saying, Remus? I’m a blood traitor in their eyes, my best friend is a muggleborn. My own great-grandmother would put me on the ground if she could see me right now so don’t try to make me understand you with this bullshit. You may be scared of love, of loving me, but I’m not. I love you and I’ve loved you for so long that I’m not going to give you up, not at times like this. I don’t care that you’re a werewolf, I’ve never cared. And I get that it’s hard for you, that you feel guilty when we try to alleviate your pain, but I’m fucking exhausted that you think I won’t be able to handle it, to handle you and your transformations.” She inched her face closer to his, a hand moving up to cradle his jaw while the other grabbed his hand. “I chose to be with you, knowing full well that it wouldn’t be easy and not because you’re a werewolf but because you are an insufferable arsehole who doesn’t let people in, who is afraid of hurting others while not realising that he’s still hurting them when he pushes them away.”

He didn’t respond, he just leaned further on the touch of her hand. It grounded him. How was he able to think, even for a second, that he would survive without her light-feathered touch, without her hands running through his hair or his arms that would give him goosebumps?

“I thought that you had grown tired of me or that you had never loved me the way I loved you. That you’d thought I wasn’t loyal to the Order, that somehow I would…”

“No, no, no. I’d never, (Y/N), truly, I’d never. I got lost, I- I thought someday you would realise how you had ruined your life by spending it alongside… me. You could do so much better, and yet…”

“I’m sure there are men out there, wizards or not, that are less frightened at the idea of love than you are, Remus. But they’re surely not you, because they’re not as funny, or smart, or witty, or sensible, or great as you. I’d probably get bored of them within the hour and then I’d be lost because you wouldn’t be beside me. The only man I want is you. No one else. You drill that into your head or next time you try to pull a stunt like this I’ll kill you.”

“Got it.” He whispered before leaning in even closer, his lips barely brushing hers. He wanted to be sure she was okay with this; he wanted to be absolutely sure he hadn’t completely messed up their relationship but for that he needed her to confirm it; to accept his apology. She did, sealing their lips desperately, trying to transmit everything she had just said but with a kiss. She had been so terrified that the only way to have him in her life would be through meetings to discuss missions and war plans; that she would never get to touch him, to kiss him, to hold him after a rough full moon again. “You wouldn’t actually kill me, right?” 

“No, but I would tell James to punch ten times harder.”

“Please don’t, he’s got a sick hook.”

“Then you better behave.”

She kissed him again, deeper this time. Their lips moved synchronised, familiar with each other; her hands travelled all the way up to his hair while his circled around her waist, bringing her closer. Chest against chest, with her legs propped up into his lap, they stayed like that for a long time before Remus laid her down on the sofa.

[ellecdc]

Come Back, Be Here (part 4)

p1 // p2 // p3 // p4 // p5 // p6 // p7 // p8

Sirius Black x fem!reader - First Wizarding War Order of the Phoenix - 6.2k words

CW: mentions of past abuse/torture, amnesia, hurt/comfort, fluff, banter, Walburga Black, use of Y/N

Synopsis: After sacrificing yourself to save your friend and Order partner James months before, you're found on the brink of death. Now, you're moving in to 12 Grimmauld Place.

The group watched as the row of townhomes groaned and stretched to expose 12 Grimmauld place in all her glory. Sirius was certain he could hear his mother and father rolling in their graves to know that he – their disinherited blood-traitor son – was the last Black and official heir once again to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black. He grimaced at the title. 

“Two disgraced Black’s returning to the scene of the crime.” Ted Tonks joked, both Sirius and Andromeda gave him a look. 

“Feels like the beginning of a bad, racist joke.” James mused.

Sirius groaned in response. “What happens when three blood-traitors, three muggle-borns and one half-blood half-breed walk into a bar?” 

“Get drunk, I hope.” Lily muttered miserably. 

“Well, Sirius, welcome home.” Andromeda announced as she made her way up the stairs to the front door. Sirius pushed the door open and stepped inside a house he hadn’t stepped foot into since he was sixteen years old. He had been so sure at that time that he’d never return; he wished he had been right. 

The house was just as dark and gloomy as it had been when he left it, but it was now also covered in a thick layer of dust.

“Okay, please, for the love of all that is holy: Lily, Y/N, Remus, Ted: you are to touch nothing until Andromeda, James or I have checked it first.” Sirius said before pausing, “Scratch that. Touch nothing until Andromeda or I have checked it – okay?”

This earned him an indignant ‘hey!’ from James and a quick agreement from everyone else. 

“YOU DISGRACEFUL, WRETCHED BOY!” Sirius’s face drained of all colour at the all-too-familiar sound of his mother’s screeching.

“That old hag is supposed to be dead!” He shouted as he and Andromeda ran up the stairs following the sound of his foul-mouthed mother.

“HOW DARE YOU STEP FOOT INTO THIS MOST NOBLE AND ANCIENT HOUSE, YOU FLITHY BLOOD TRAITOR!” the screeching continued.

The source of the chaos came from none other than an awful magical portrait of the very late Walburga Black, Sirius’ mother and Andromeda’s aunt.

“Oh, thank Godric, she is dead.” Sirius sighed in relief, though he wasn’t sure what he was going to do about the very unwelcome company haunting this house.

“Maybe we can remove it?” Andromeda mused as she tried to pull the portrait from the wall. 

“GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF ME; SULLYING YOURSELF WITH THE LIKES OF MUDBLOODS YOU TRAITOROUS WHORE.”

“Charming as always, Aunt Walburga.” She muttered when her pulling was for naught. 

Sirius attempted a silencio which seemed to work for at least a little as Walburga’s face contorted with rage and she continued spewing what Sirius could only assume was foul hatred for all things not Voldemort related. 

“Okay so that will last like, not long enough at all. Merlin, I wish we could just burn this place down with her in it.” He muttered as they made their way back downstairs. Ted and James were cooing over a crying Harry who must have been upset at the screeching of the house’s previous occupant, while Remus and Lily muttered quietly to each other. You leaned against the wall with your arms crossed, appearing bored for all intents and purposes, but Sirius could tell you were straining your neck to peer into the rooms you could see from your post. 

“Okay, semi-false alarm. Walburga is indeed still dead.” Sirius stated which was met with a cheer from James causing Harry to clap in comradery.  

“However, she has cursed us with a magical portrait of herself stuck on the wall with a permanent sticking charm.” He finished, causing James to groan and Harry to start crying again. 

“Okay, so, ignoring the unpleasant company for now, where do we start?” Lily interrupted. 

“First of all, Red, as I said you will not be starting anywhere.” Sirius rallied. 

“Sirius, this place is huge, and we need to clear a space for six of us to sleep tonight.” She countered, but the argument was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. 

Everyone exchanged nervous glances. “Literally, no one should know we’re here.” James muttered. 

“It could be Moody?” Remus offered nervously. 

“Should Kreacher answer the door, Master.” A crotchety old voice sneered from behind him, causing Sirius to yelp and jump what felt like a foot in the air. 

“Merlin’s tits.” James muttered as Harry started shrieking again. 

“Godric, I’ve never seen you not hanging off my mother’s bosom; I sort of hoped you had died with her.” He muttered, rubbing his chest trying to convince his heart to return to a normal pace.

“Sirius.” You scolded from your place against the wall. 

“Kreacher lives to serve the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black, even if it’s occupants are filthy blood-traitors and their mud-bloods.” The ancient house-elf muttered. 

“New management, new rule Kreacher, no more mud-blood talk.” Sirius barked.

“Yes, Master.” The elf sneered before heading toward the door. Sirius quickly pulled you and Lily, who was now holding a sniffling Harry, behind him much to the chagrin of the two women. 

“Master, the wizard tells Kreacher that he’s a curse breaker sent by a Moody.” The elf mumbles over his shoulder. 

Sirius relinquished his hold on the two witches and allowed the man entry. 

Sirius reiterated to the curse breaker that Lily, Remus, you, and Ted were not to touch anything in any room until the curse breaker, Sirius or Andromeda cleared it first. The curse breaker showed James, Andromeda, and Sirius a few detection spells and a few simple reversal charms before they set off to different levels of the house; Sirius and Andromeda decided to focus on the bedrooms and bathrooms whilst the curse break started in the shared living spaces on the first floor, and James went to the kitchen with Kreacher. 

Sirius felt like he was making decent progress. He and Andromeda had cleared out three bedrooms and two bathrooms between the second and third floors, and he had worked up a decent sweat. He had two boxes of dark artifacts to be either destroyed, uncursed or donated. The screeching had started back up in earnest again when the silencio wore off an hour after casting. 

“You miserable hag.” Sirius muttered as he marched over to his mother’s portrait to recast the spell. Once the ringing in his ears stopped, he heard another shriek and a bang.

“Y/N!” Lily could be heard shouting, and Sirius bolted down the stairs. He arrived in the parlour at the same time as Remus and James. 

“What happened?” Remus demanded. 

“She touched a book!” Lily tattled. 

“I’m fine.” You muttered as you sat up and cradled your right wrist. 

Sirius sighed, fear melting into frustration which quickly melted into fondness. “You sneaky little witch.” He muttered as he moved to crouch beside you. “Let me see.”

“No.” You pouted. 

“Y/N.” 

“No. I’m fine.” 

“Let me see your hand.”

“Bugger off.” 

“You minx.” 

Sirius sat there biting his cheek trying to suppress a grin at the sight of you sitting petulantly feeling embarrassed being caught having done something naughty. 

“What did I say?” Sirius scolded.

You muttered something under your breath.

“What was that?” He smirked, leaning his ear closer to you for dramatic effect. 

“Not to touch anything.”

“Uh huh. And what did you do?” 

“I touched something.” 

Sirius was full on beaming at you now. 

“Thought so, let me see.” 

You let out an indignant huff and held your wrist out to Sirius, who despite his crassness, took it so unbelievably gently in his own hands. It appeared that you had touched something that was cursed with a knock-back jinx, which twisted your wrist violently on impact. It could have been worse, small mercies. 

“Dollface, I could have gotten you a book if you were bored.” Sirius commented as he reduced the swelling with a quick flick of his wand and placed a glacius charm to help with any more inflammation. 

“Don’t tease me.” You whispered miserably, and Sirius looked up to see that your eyes were glassy. 

“Are the tears because you’re hurt, because you’re scared, or because you’re embarrassed?” Sirius whispered back. Your eyes met his and a single tear fell. He lifted his hand which was met with a mild flinch before he gently wiped it away with his thumb. 

“I’m not teasing, love. And you don’t have to be embarrassed; if it hadn’t been you, it would have been Moony.” Which was met with an indignant ‘Oi!’ from the werewolf who had moved down the hall in an attempt to give them privacy. “You also don’t have to be scared. Alright?”

You held his gaze before nodding with a sniff. He massaged your wrist and hand gently, recasting a glacius over the injury. 

“Did I teach you this?” You asked quietly, causing Sirius’ head to shoot up from its lowered position.

“Do you remember?” He asked unbelievingly. 

You moved your head back-and-forth as if to say so-so. “I remember...uhm-”

He waited with bated breath watching your face as you organized your thoughts.

“Bludgers. The smell of cigarettes and broom wax. And a broken wrist.” 

Sirius was sure he heard angels singing. Her first memory is resurfacing. And it’s when I broke my wrist playing quidditch at Potter manor.

“It was you, wasn’t it? Who broke their wrist?” You clarified. 

Sirius nodded dumbly. “Yes.” He croaked. 

“I think you got hurt often.”

Sirius chuckled, “Yes, I certainly did.” 

“That must have been exciting.” You mused. 

“I’m sure I was exhausting.” He countered as he continued massaging your arm. He could probably stop now, but he really didn’t want to. 

“Please; you got hurt because you were playing quidditch, I got hurt because I touched a book after I was specifically told not to touch anything.” 

Sirius barked a laugh. “Oh, come now. It’s my fault really; I should have known better than to try to tell you what to do.” 

You both sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments; Sirius continuing to work out tension in your arm. 

“Which book was it?” He asked you finally. He seemed to catch you off guard, as you looked at him inquisitively. “Which book were you trying to read?”

You blushed but stood up and pointed to the offending book. Secrets of the Darkest Art. 

“All this fuss over a book, babe?” he smirked at you as your blush intensified. He cast a quick counter curse over it like the curse breaker taught him and handed you the book. 

“Now please, for the love of Merlin, don’t touch anything else?” He asked with a smile which was met with a shy smile of your own.

“Thanks, Siri.” You mumbled. His heart soared at your use of his old nickname, and before he even realized what he was doing, he bent down and placed a kiss on your forehead. 

“Read up, my little swot. I think I heard Kreacher muttering about making dinner. Hopefully it’s not poisoned.” He said as he exited the room. 

Turns out, dinner was not poisoned, and it was actually quite good. They all thanked Kreacher even though the elf acted as if the simple act of feeding them would be the thing to damn him straight to hell. The Tonks’ were quite eager to leave after the fourth rousing of Walburga and left before the dinner was served. Andromeda and Sirius had managed to de-dark-art-ify all the bedrooms on the second and third floor plus the bathrooms. They opted to leave his parents room, and his and Regulus’ rooms untouched. As much as they teased poor James, he accomplished quite a lot in the kitchen and main living room, while the curse breaker focused on the hallways and various parlour rooms on the main floor. Lily mentioned that she wouldn’t mind brightening the place up if Sirius was open to some redecorating – to which he responded with a quick “If it were up to me, Red, this place would be in flames by now”, so she advised she’d make some plans tomorrow. You and Remus fussed over Harry to save Kreacher from anymore toddler ear yanks, but if the house-elf was grateful for the interference, he didn’t show it. A message arrived stating that the cottage in Godric’s Hollow appeared to be secure; Lily looked like she wanted to cry at the prospect of being reunited with her things. 

Remus said goodbye to everyone after dinner, stating he couldn’t leave the flat unattended since Sirius appears to be willing to neglect it for the next foreseeable future, which was met with a two-finger salute from Sirius and boos from James which were then chorused by Harry. 

“It’s meant to be a slumber party, Moony. Just like the old days.” James whined, which sucked the air out of the room; it suddenly became very obvious to Sirius, James, Lily, and Remus that they had been betrayed by their closest friend, who was possibly responsible for the death of some of their other friends. 

“Pads, we can’t keep paying for a flat that no one is using.” Remus argued.

“Uhm, I can, and I will, thank you very much. What’s the point of inheriting all of my family’s dirty money if I can’t waste it on whatever I want?” 

Remus sighed, “Fine. I’m going home tonight, though. I can’t leave the cat and the plants.”

“You’re such a good daddy.” Lily smirked from the end of the table. 

“Shush, you.” Remus said as he ruffled her hair before smoothing it out and kissing the top of her head. He moved to Harry and placed a kiss there too, before James stuck his head up as if he, too, was waiting for a kiss. Remus rolled his eyes before pecking both James and Sirius on the head and pausing at you. 

“What? No kiss for me, Moony?” You smirked and teasingly batted your eyelashes at him. Remus laughed and placed a kiss on your head before waving and promising everyone he’d be back tomorrow, cat and plants in tow. 

Much to Kreacher’s chagrin, Sirius and James insisted on cleaning up the kitchen themselves which got a “filthy blood-traitor’s” being cursed at them. He then announced he’d be going to the house in Godric’s Hollow to retrieve their belongings – surprising James and Sirius into silence. 

Lily and James took the farthest room on the second floor, it was the largest which left plenty of room for a crib for Harry, and it had their own washroom. Sirius held the bags containing your things and watched as you inspected the other rooms, allowing you to choose next.

“Which room do you suppose Remus would like?” You asked him.

“Vix, it doesn’t matter. You choose.”

“If he has plants, maybe this room? It would get nice light in the evenings; I don’t think he’d appreciate the morning light.” You mused as if he hadn’t said anything at all. 

Sirius couldn’t even celebrate the fact that you seemed to correctly remember something about Remus before he nagged you. “Y/N, for the love of Merlin, pick a room.” 

“Well, which room are you taking?”

Sirius paused. “What?”

“Which room will you take?” 

Sirius rubbed the back of his neck. “I have my old room upstairs. I was just going to stay there.” 

You paused. “You aren’t going to stay down here? With us?” The ‘with me?’ was unspoken but Sirius heard it anyway. 

“Oh, right. No, of course. Erm.” He looked at the three rooms. It appeared you had already decided the middle room was Remus’ – what with the sunlight for the cat or the plants or the sleeping or what-not. There were two other rooms kiddie-corner to each other. The one at the end of the hall was the largest of the two, and had windows on two walls, versus just the one wall containing windows in the other room. 

“I think I’ll take this one.” He said, motioning to the smaller room. It was directly across the hall from the washroom, which was beside the last room – your room – which meant he would be close by. 

“Okay.” You nodded, looking into the room you essentially forced Sirius into picking for you. “I’ll take this one then.” You smiled at him as if you chose it for yourself.

“Good choice, gorgeous.” He said as he placed your bags on the four-poster bed in the middle of the room. “Can’t wait to see what Lil’s comes up with for this place – all the Slytherin green needs to go.” 

You hummed and looked around the dark room. “I don’t know, the snakes and skulls are really warm and inviting, Sirius. Don’t fix what ain’t broken.” You finished the sentence in a poorly done southern American accent.

The two of you quipped back and forth about the décor in various accents as you unpacked your bags. Sirius found the scene to unbelievably domestic and lovely, basking in the effervescent glow that was your company until you both retired for bed.

Sirius pushed the door open as quietly as he could and stole a glance at you; your breathing was even as you slept curled up in the fetal position on the bed where he’d left you several hours ago. 

With a sigh, Sirius made his way down the stairs to the large parlour room – not coincidentally the one he knew had his late father’s liquor stored in an antique bar cart. He knew he shouldn’t – James and Lily fussed over him for months after you went missing, watching him spiral into himself as he tried to drink away his issues. He had to work hard not to end up completely dependent on alcohol – and it still wasn’t enough for him to stay in his supervisor’s good graces. 

“You’re a good Auror, Sirius, and a mighty strong wizard – but this is getting out of control, and I cannot allow you to continue putting the rest of my staff at risk.” Moody had told him, and he was placed on a medical leave until James could confirm to Moody that he had gone a full four weeks without a drink. 

Sirius sat with a crystal glass of fire whiskey and cast a quick incendio to light the fireplace. I feel like the ghost of my father he thought darkly. The Black’s were all basically carbon copies of each other – the only difference between the two Black sons and Walburga was that they had their father’s silver eyes. If Kreacher walked in now, he’d probably think he was looking at a down-and-out younger Orion Black, if Orion Black ever wore checkered pyjama pants and a band tee. 

The fire whiskey was leaving a comfortable warmth in his stomach and esophagus as he leaned his head back against the chair. He felt so incredibly guilty. 

Guilty for trusting Peter. Guilty for ever thinking the spy could be anyone but him. Guilty for believing you to be dead all of this time – when he could have been looking for you, should have been looking for you. Guilty to shouting your business in front of your friends. Guilty for ever introducing Peter to you. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty.

His musings were interrupted by a gentle knock on the parlour room doorframe. His eyes shot open, and he pointed his wand toward the disturbance, only to find the silhouette of you donned in pyjama shorts and a pullover jumper. He sighed in relief and unceremoniously tossed his wand back onto the side table. 

“I didn’t mean to frighten you.” You offered quietly. 

“No worries, love. I think everyone’s a touch jumpy these days.” He muttered, taking another sip from his glass. 

You surveyed him from the door for a few moments before moving to sit in the matching wingback chair beside him, separated by only a small table. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” You asked.

Sirius hummed, “Not well. Not for the last five months. Maybe longer.”

You nodded in agreement as you watched the flames dance in the fireplace. You hadn’t seen Sirius like this – not since you’ve been back, at least – but something about this mood of his felt familiar to you.

“Are you alright?” 

Sirius laughed humourlessly. “The captive of an evil terrorist organization is asking me if I am okay because I happened to have my feelings hurt?” 

He looked over at you, expecting to find signs of frustration or annoyance at his flippancy and obvious deflection. But - like he should have expected - all he saw was patience and understanding, and it broke him. 

He hiccupped loudly and put his elbows on his knees, holding his face in his hands. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered miserably. 

“What is it you’re apologizing for?” You asked quietly. 

“For losing you. For allowing it to happen. For introducing you to Pete. For trusting him with any of you. For believing you were dead. For feeling at all sorry for myself because I simply missed you whilst you were out there fighting for your fucking life. For telling you any of this.” He moaned.

You chuckled softly. “You do realize you’re apologizing on behalf of a lot of other people right now, right?” 

Sirius raised his head to look at you.

“Don’t let them off the hook that easily.” You added seriously.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re apologizing for the way Peter treated me as if it was your fault – by doing so, you’re relieving him of an awful lot of responsibility.” You stated simply. Sirius watched the flames dance in your eyes as you watched the fire. 

“You believed me to be dead, and you mourned me – that’s not a punishable offence, Sirius. In fact, I think I’d likely be miffed if you hadn’t seemed affected at all.”

Sirius smirked at that.

“And finally, you don’t need to apologize for telling me things when I was the one who asked you to.” 

Sirius shook his head. “I’m supposed to be the one taking care of you.” He muttered. 

“You can do that tomorrow.” You stated plainly with a shrug. 

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” 

You sat in companionable silence as you both watched the fire. It wasn’t often Sirius found himself to be comfortable with silence and empty moments. Silence growing up always meant room for scrutiny – or it was due to his parents ignoring him to teach him a lesson. But it had always been so, incredibly refreshing with you. He always felt safe with you when neither of you felt the need to say anything at all, and just exist together in silence. 

“At the meeting, you asked me if we were just friends before.” Sirius asked quietly. He continued when you hummed in acknowledgement. “Is that because you remembered?”

You considered his question for a moment. “Perhaps a bit. I don’t necessarily remember the moments or conversations, but I think a part of me remembers the feelings.” 

Sirius hummed. “And the other bit?” He prodded as he turned to look at you. You smirked in response.

“Well, you’re not exactly subtle, love.” You winked at him. 

Sirius barked a laugh. “No, I don’t think subtlety is a trait I possess.” He agreed. 

“Lucky me.” 

He stared at you for a long while.

“I don’t know how good at it I was.” He admitted. 

“At what?”

“At loving you.”

You both let that hang in the air as you held each other’s gaze. 

“But it was the best thing about me – getting to love you; being loved by you.” He added. 

“That’s what woke me up.” 

Sirius furrowed his brows. “Hm?” 

You turned your gaze back to the fire. 

“In my dream – or I suppose it was a memory. You and I were fighting; I accused you of only loving yourself. You laughed before you said ‘Actually, Princess, I hate myself. The only person worth love here is you.’”. 

Sirius remembered that fight. It was after you had finally started talking to him again after the Worst Day of His Life™. You both decided to hash out exactly what happened that night with the stupid eyelash batting Hufflepuff that ended with you sleeping in Lily and Remus’ embrace after they had to clean up his mess. 

(The boys dormitory, Hogwarts)

“It doesn’t matter, Sirius. What happened, happened, and it’s in the past.”

“It does matter though, because it hurt you.”

You rolled your eyes. “No, it doesn’t matter; I’m over it and it clearly meant nothing to you.” 

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Decide what means something to me.” 

“I didn’t, Sirius. You did. That night – you decided what I meant to you, which apparently wasn't much. It’s fine, you’re allowed to sleep with whoever you want. The relationship clearly meant more to me than it did to you – that was my mistake.” 

“You weren’t mistaken!” 

“Then why wasn’t it me!?” You finally shouted at him, tears begging to fall from your lower lash line. 

Sirius didn’t have an answer for that. You scoffed at his lack of response and wiped angrily at your face. 

“I don’t know why we’re even doing this.” 

“Because it’s important.”

“It’s not important. It’s history. I’m over it.”

“Don’t say that. Don’t say you’re over it.” The ‘over me’ in Sirius’ plea was left unsaid.

“Well, I’m not going to lie to you, Sirius.”

“I just want things to go back to the way they were before. What can I do to fix this?” 

“There’s nothing to fix, Sirius.”

“Bullshit.” 

You stayed quiet.

“So, what? Am I not worth it then? Am I not worth fighting for?” He accused. Your eyes narrowed at him.

“Sirius, that’s not fair.”

“You’re not giving me anything else to go off here!” 

“What about me!?” You shouted. “I need to look after myself for a change, Sirius. Because what all of this has taught me is that the only person you’re truly able to love is yourself.”

Sirius couldn’t help himself. He began to laugh; a real, loud belly laugh that began to hurt his sides. 

“What the fuck is so funny?” 

“You’re so far from the mark you can’t even see it anymore.” He laughed as he collected himself. “You couldn’t be more wrong. In fact, Princess, I hate myself. The only person worth love here is you.”

(present)

Sirius sighed. “Why couldn’t your first memory of me be me doing something awesome; like the time I caught you when you fell off your broom or something.” 

You laughed. “I had bruises from your death grip after that fall for weeks. And you were so annoying – you would hardly let me walk down the hallway without your constant supervision.” 

You both seemed startled at your recounting the memory, but neither commented on it.

“Well excuse me, love. What makes you think I should trust you on the moving staircases with your nose shoved into a book if you couldn’t even handle a simple flight session on a school broom a mere twenty feet off the ground, 

“Oh please, I didn’t have my nose shoved into a book.”

“You did too.” 

“And I was definitely at least fifty feet off the ground – probably more.”

“Nope, wrong again.”

“Stop gaslighting me.”

“Must be exhausting being wrong all the time.” 

“You son of a bitch.” 

The two of you laughed; the familiarity of the banter and joking felt like a warm hug for you both. You fell into a companionable silence until the crackling of the fire was interrupted by a yawn you tried unsuccessfully to suppress. 

“Come on, love. Let’s get you back to bed.” Sirius said as he stood, standing in front of you and offering you his hand. 

You jokingly whined but allowed yourself to be pulled up by the black-haired man. 

“You look like a hockey player” You blurted as you walked hand-in-hand up the stairs. 

“Pardon me?” Sirius asked incredulously. 

You ran your fingers through his hair, and he relished in the feeling. “The hair cut – it’s like a hockey player’s; they call it a ‘flow’.” 

“A flow?” He smirked. 

“Mhm.” 

“Do you like it?” He asked, suddenly self-conscious.

“Love it.” You offered immediately as if it was the most obvious answer. 

You paused at your respective bedroom doors, neither seemingly wanting to part ways. Well, Sirius knew he didn’t, and he assumed the tightening of your hold on his hand meant that you felt the same. 

He wanted to hold you. He wanted to wrap you up in bed and stay there with you until the world ended. He wanted your hands to be fused together so that he’d never have to be without you by his side ever again. But he also didn’t want to push you; this was your call – he would let you choose; always. 

“I don’t want to be alone.” You admitted quietly, almost as if you were embarrassed by the admission. 

Sirius gave your hand three quick squeezes – a code the two of you had made when you realized that Sirius sometimes struggled to express his feelings verbally. 

“Three taps or squeezes means ‘I love you.’” You had said to him simply.

“Babe, every breath I take means ‘I love you.’” He countered before placing a searing kiss to your lips. 

“Funny, that. Neither do I.” He replied.

“Stay with me?” You asked him, eyes shyly meeting his.

“I’d love nothing more.” He said, as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “Come on, love. Let’s try to get some sleep.” 

James had tossed and turned all night, waking up in cold sweats. He had been eager each time to change Harry’s diaper or do a feeding, bouncing him a little longer than strictly necessary just to avoid having to be alone with his own thoughts again. But by the third time he woke Lily up in a panic, she’d kicked him out of the room.

“Potter, I love you, but if you don’t fuck off right now, I’m going to live the rest of my life as a widow.” And with that, he was banished from their bedroom. 

He padded his way down the hallway, poking his head into the other doors. The room in the middle of the hallways was vacant; probably Moony’s he mused. The next room was also empty, but the sheets were disturbed as if someone had been sleeping in here, but also couldn’t sleep. 

He poked his head into the last room and spotted two figures curled up in the bed, holding onto each other as if one of them could float away at any moment. 

There was a voice in James’ head that told him he should leave them; they were likely having just as hard a time sleeping as he was. Also, it’d be weird to join them. However, there was a louder voice in James’ head that was screaming to climb into bed with them; so that’s the one he listened to. James had never been very good with boundaries. 

He crawled onto the other side of Sirius and slid under the covers. 

“Are you serious right now?” He heard his mate mutter groggily. 

James smirked as he curled up behind him. “No, you’re Sirius.” 

Sirius groaned. “Five points from Gryffindor for the terrible joke that only I’m allowed to make, and another five points for touching me with your cold ass feet.” But he didn’t tell James to leave, so he took that as a win.

“How’s she?” He asked quietly. 

“So good, considering.” Sirius answered.

“I can’t believe him...” James started quietly, but he needn’t finish; they both knew who he was talking about.

Sirius took a deep breath. “I feel, guilty. Bad. Y/N says I shouldn’t.”

“Of course she would, she’s perfect.” James offered easily. 

Sirius smiled into the top of your sleeping head. “She is.” He agreed.

“I can’t believe she survived, all that time.”

The two men sat, marvelling at your perseverance. “I’m dying to know who her allies were.”

Sirius hummed. “Me too. I don’t know how to feel about them yet.”

James nodded. “That’s okay, I don’t much know how to feel about a lot of things.”

Sirius snorted and then tensed, worried about waking you, but your breath remained even. 

“Do you blame me?”

Sirius eyes flew open at that.

“Pardon?”

James sighed before repeating himself. “Do you blame me, for Pete?”

“What about him.”

“Well, I’ve been wondering, would you and Remus ever had made friends with him had I not dragged him along with us?”

Sirius laughed. “Okay, if it were left up to Remus, no one would have ever talked to him ever and he would’ve made exactly zero friends, so I don’t think you’re asking the right questions.”

“Pads...”

“No. Of course not.” Sirius stated. James remained quiet and tense behind him. 

“I think Peter made a choice. He made a lot of choices, but he made a choice.” He said as he thought of your earlier words. Don’t let him off the hook that easily. “He has a lot to atone for.”

He could feel James nod and they sat in silence for some time, watching the lights move from the street below them.

Sirius was pretty well asleep when James spoke up again. 

“So, are you guys like, back together?”

Sirius scrunched his face. “What in the hells are you talking about?”

“You and Vix? Does this mean mom and dad are back together again?” 

“James, she doesn’t remember me.”

“Well that just can’t be true.” James argued.

“Why’s that?”

“No one who doesn’t know you would let you sleep in their bed, Pads. You look like a bad idea.”

Sirius groaned. “She remembers some things.”

“Nice! Anything about me?” James asked excitedly. 

“Yes.” You muttered sleepily. “I remember that you’re unbearably annoying.” 

Sirius beamed and pressed a kiss to your hair. 

Lily began to redecorate, though she muttered unhappily the entire time about not being able to run to the shops. Every wall was painted white, causing each space to look far brighter and bigger than it had before. James took down every framed piece of art and gave it to Harry and Sirius to paint over – what were once paintings full of dark objects and pureblood legacy were now Gryffindor logos, the Hogwarts castle, a golden snitch, owls, self-portraits, or, in Harry’s case, a big truck. (If you close your eyes, you can absolutely see it). 

Sirius insisted the house was still chock full of “bad vibes”, but everyone else already felt less suppressed. 

Your memories were slowly returning to you, and much to everyone’s chagrin and to his absolute delight, Remus seemed to be the first of your friends you completely unravelled. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” James cried.

“I’ve never been so offended in my life.” Sirius muttered.

Lily refused to speak on the matter...but she also (playfully) refused to speak a word to you at all.

“I mean, really, what’s Moons got that I don’t?” Sirius whined as he watched the golden coloured orb on your scan get accessed by the travelling lights without incident. 

“Class, obviously.” Remus claimed haughtily.

“Oh, I’ll show you class.” Sirius barked before launching himself at Remus who was sitting in an armchair with a book in his hand. 

The two boys men struggled with each other, Remus never leaving the armchair nor dropping his book, before Sirius began whining.

“Say it.” Remus said with a smirk.

“Moony!”

“Say it.”

“Uncle! Uncle!” Sirius cried and Remus released his hold on his arm. 

“Real classy boys.” Lily said with a roll of her eyes. 

It had been about a week since Vix had been home and it was about a week until the next full, so Remus could not figure out why he felt so itchy. 

“Maybe you’ve got fleas.” James offered as he shoved roast potatoes in his mouth.

“I don’t have fleas, you sod.” Remus muttered.

“No, that’s usually a Padfoot problem.” Lily chortled

Sirius elicited a dramatic gasp and held his hand to his chest.

“I have never once in my life had flea’s you hag.”

“Don’t call my wife a hag!”

“Then tell her not to act like one!”

“Can we not do this at the dinner table?” You moaned with a roll of your eyes. Both men stopped the antics and looked down at their plates, shame faced. 

“Sorry mum.” They chorused. 

You smirked and looked over to Remus, who still looked unsettled. “It’s not usual for you to get like this, this far from the moon.” You commented.

“No.” Remus muttered miserably. “I don’t know, something just feels off.” 

“Our world has been flipped upside down multiple times this week. I think it will take some time for us to get our bearings again.” Lily admitted.

The adults nodded in agreement; Harry shook his head violently. 

“No? You don’t think so Haz?” James asked his son.

“No!” Harry squealed happily, lifting a handful of crushed roast potatoes in his hand.

“Don’t mind him. That’s his favourite word right now.” Lily explained. 

“Is miss finished?” Kreacher’s voice appeared beside you, causing you to jump in your seat.

“Oh!” You breathed, holding a hand to your chest. “Uhm, yes. Kreacher, thank you.”

The house-elf grunted and took your plate to the sink, before returning and pulling your chair out for you. James and Sirius shared a look at the odd behaviour.

“What are you doing, Kreacher?” Sirius asked.

You looked just as confused as Kreacher helped you stand.

“Kreacher has been asked to retrieve the mudblood.” He said plainly, and with a snap of his fingers, the two of you were gone. 

Continue to part five here.

[thefiery-phoenix]

PLATONIC YANDERE MALFOY FAMILY

Narcissa would probably be the first person to meet you and get obsessed with you? How? That's a very goo question but fortunately or unfortunately for you, she'd either spot you at Diagon Alley curiously checking out the cauldron shops and thinking what to buy for your first year at Hogwarts. Draco may or may not be in the same year as you but either way, you'll still have a new friend. Or she'd probably meet you at Flourish and Blotts reading your list and struggling to hold the books. She'll be ever so kind to help you with your books and she'll start cooing how cute and adorable you look, her protective motherly instincts kicking in to see such an innocent little child like you all alone. And she isn't too fond of your parents either for leaving you alone and if she ever sees them, she'll be having a word with them. Or maybe little more than having just a word with them 

After that interaction she sees you come to Diagon Alley a few more times and each time she gets real touchy and grabby with you till you tell her to quit it and you try running away from her, hoping against hope that you'll never see her again. But Narcissa is infatuated with you and she just can't stop thinking about you and how you might be suffering with your so called family. Lucius will observe her cheerful and happy behavior and it would confuse him for a while till he demands her to explain why she's behaving in such a weird manner. Narcissa then spills her heart out to Lucius and Draco describing every detail and inch of you perfectly 

Lucius just brushes her off not thinking too much about it but Draco is somewhat curious to know who you are and how you've managed to capture his mother's heart. He decided to keep an eye and a lookout for you if at all the does manage to see you and he sincerely hoped you'd be in Slytherin along with him 

Draco would see you in the Great Hall for the first time either for your Sorting Hat ceremony or you're just there with the rest of the other people applauding the first years and stuff. Whatever the case is, if you're in Slytherin he'll be really happy and pleased, you'll end up sitting with him for everything and you're like the Slytherin Princess to the Slytherin Prince or something. If you're not in Slytherin and you ended up in some other house especially Gryffindor, he'll be sulky and sulk around for a while like a child when denied candy and his feelings are hurt. He wouldn't be able to spend too much time with you as he thought but no matter, he'll still find a way to make you notice him and make you be his friend. Oh, and anytime he sees someone trying to bully you or tease you, they'll be at the wrong end of Malfoy and his family and let me tell you, NO ONE wants to be on the wrong end of the Malfoys since you know.... they ARE Death Eaters after all and they're not going to spare the fool who dared to insult you like that 

Draco will lure you into a friendship pretty quick and he's really clingy, always getting jealous if you pay attention to someone else other than him. If that person ends up taking too much of your time and attention he'll just get mad and secretly find a way to hex them and pretend like he doesn't know anything

Lucius meets you one fine day while visiting Hogwarts, to criticize Dumbledore's teachings of course and the ways and methods of education of the staff there. And Draco introduces you to his father despite your indignant protests. And guess who told their parents all about you in their letters to their parents updating them on what you do every singe freaking day? The little ferret here. Lucius finally understands why Narcissa and Draco are so obsessed with you and he couldn't believe someone so innocent and naive like you was getting mixed up in friendships with mudbloods, blood traitors, half breeds and half bloods (So sorry Hermione, Ron, Hagrid and Harry, no offence TvT)

Don't be too surprised if your real family disappears one fine day. Draco sees you crying and his heart feels like shattering into a million pieces, he doesn't want to see his darling baby sister/ brother cry! He thought you'd be glad that those fakers were now dead and you can now return home to your real family but he really didn't expect you to start crying. So, he'll comfort you no matter how much time it takes. Oh and guess which family now has custody of you? The Malfoys and if you've guessed that right, yay you, you win a cookie! 🍪

The Malfoys don't want you getting mixed up in all this Death Eater business but they'll find out anyways and if you're not careful of your actions you'll have Voldy as a platonic yandere for you as well. Bellatrix might be a bit sus of you at first but when she sees how happy and glad her sister is, she'll accept you as well and even though she isn't a Malfoy she will gladly kill anyone who dares to look at you in the wrong way

You'll always be their perfect innocent little angel in this dark and tainted world 

[theresthesnitch]

Okay, but now I'm picturing a gossipy Voldemort keeping up to date on all the goings ons.

"He married the mudblood? Absolute waste of a pureblood. He was good looking too. Could have had any pureblood girl he wanted, probably. No, not your wife Lucius, but he's very good looking, you can't deny that."

"I can't believe they're together. Shacking up with a half-blood, half-breed. My, how the House of Black has fallen. Orion, how shameful for you."

"Molly Weasley is pregnant again? Didn't she just have twins? Are they trying to get enough kids to have a quidditch team or something? How funny would it be if the next one is a girl? Yes, Bella, I know that girls can play quidditch too, but not well."

"Did you see the robes that Dumbledore was wearing on that last raid? Magenta is not your color, Alby. Someone should really tell him."

[fanfic-lover-girl]

Double Standards: Draco Malfoy Edition

My main issue with HP is Slytherin vs Gryffindor double standards. I like Draco Malfoy and I find Slytherins very interesting. I understand why people don't like him. But I hate when people demonize Draco for something but are perfectly ok when another character (eg. the golden trio) does the same thing. So based on the post above, I wanted to share a defense for Draco Malfoy. Most of the logic comes from the post above but a good portion of these arguments are mine.

Draco mocks Hufflepuffs

Hagrid: “everyone says Hufflepuff are a lot o’ duffers–”.

Hagrid also says everyone in Slytherin is destined to be evil. Hagrid is a grown man (well half-giant) perpetuating harmful stereotypes to Harry while Draco is a kid (11 yrs old).

Also, Harry did not lift a single finger to defend Cedric and Hufflepuff house when the lions were bashing and mocking Cedric. This is AFTER Cedric, being a good sport and overall great guy, told his housemates to back off Harry. Cedric was too good for these books. Cedric was the hero horrid Harry could only dream of being.

Draco has not mocked Hufflepuffs since his intro chapter.

Draco bullied Ron and Harry

Harry and Ron initiated this antagonism. Harry likened Draco to Dudley after a short conversation. The same Draco who engaged him in conversation despite his poor appearance. Harry never gave Draco a chance before he painted him as evil. Draco ignored Ron on the train until Ron laughed at his name.

Long before Draco did anything truly hurtful to them, the golden trio cheered his misfortune and his fear. For example, before we saw Draco & Hermione exchange dialogue, Hermione danced in joy at Draco getting detention. Harry declared him his arch-enemy and worse than Dudley (the cousin who abused him all his life) and threatened him with physical violence (threatening to shove Draco off his broom). Up until that point, the worst thing Draco did was set them up to be caught by Filch. That makes Draco worse than Dudley lol.

Draco could be doing something innocent, not Harry related, like welcoming a new house member or getting sweets from Mama Narcissa and Harry would be glaring daggers at him like he is committing a crime. These three boys bullied each other.

Draco called Hermione a mudblood

Draco never said a word to Hermione and ignored her existence until she dissed his quidditch skills. Also, Sybill and Hermione call Firenze a horse. Firenze saved Harry's life - you think Hermione could show some respect. Dean brazenly asked Firenze to his face if Hagrid breeds them like thestrals. Please note: All of these actions are somehow better than Umbridge calling centaurs half-breeds lol! According to the narrative, "half-breed" is more offensive than HORSE. Hagrid and Minerva use "muggle" as a slur. Remember that WE are the muggles.

If JKR wanted "mudblood" to be meaningful, she should have shown how mugglebornes struggled in the wizarding world. Such as strained relationships with loved ones in the muggle world (Lily & Petunia's relationship is an example) or discrimination in employment. But the wizarding world at large is on mugglebornes' side.

What impact does Draco calling Hermione a "mudblood" have? Her blood status up till that point has been irrelevant and does not disadvantage her. Compared to the bigotry centaurs and muggles face in HP! I don't give a crap about Draco calling Hermione "mudblood" when no other slurs or discriminatory behaviour seem to matter!

She is hardly bothered by it anyway so who cares? I don't. Draco is not an impressive bully when it comes to Hermione. Draco's bullying of Hermione basically boils down to him calling her "mudblood" and hardly anything else. It's hard for Draco to truly be a bully when Hermione never takes him seriously and he never has any real power over her (except when he is on the inquisitorial squad in book 5).

Draco bullied Neville

Everyone mistreats Neville. Including his own housemates and 'Queen Minerva'. That includes Harry and Ron btw. Harry and Ron laugh at Neville in his face and behind his back. In book 1, they basically tell him he should not stick up for himself when he confronts them as they sneak out. Harry thinks Neville is a loser half the time. I thought the golden trio were Neville's friends but after looking at the books I am horrified. My baby boy Neville deserves better than the rotten trio. For example, Harry compares Peter Pettigrew to Neville! Harry sees Peter as pathetic and the first person that comes to mind for Harry is Neville!!! Poor Neville :(. Draco, however, has not been seen or mentioned bullying Neville since book 1.

Draco is mean to Hagrid

Hagrid may act like a disgraceful, blubbering crybaby half the time, but he is a grown-ass man. He's what...50 or 60. Draco is a preteen/teenager. We have seen Hagrid threaten Draco several times. For example, when Draco rightfully calls out Hagrid in book 4 about the (possibly illegal) blast-ended skrewts, Hagrid uses the ferret incident (a horrific case of child abuse) to silence Draco into submission. It's so outrageous for Draco to backtalk and mock Hagrid but it's hilarious when Hagrid, the adult, abuses the child under his care. The HP fandom is insane!

Hagrid endangers children and he is a horrid teacher and should have been fired! And he would have been fired if not for the meddling rotten trio (specifically Harry freaking Potter). This dimwitted jackass knows Hagrid is a bad teacher and drops his subject in book 6 but is willing to ruin the subject for everyone else because he likes him!!! And he is willing to intimidate/bully his friends (especially Hermione) to comply with his views on Hagrid. Harry is extremely selfish and can go rot in hell with Hagrid! If I were Harry's classmate, I would be tempted to punch him myself!

Draco is punished for saying what everyone else was thinking. No one thinks Hagrid is a good teacher. Including the rotten trio! Why does the narrative and fandom coddle Hagrid and treat him like a damn child?! Why is Draco, the student, constantly bashed for Hagrid, the teacher, being incompetent!?

Edit: Hermione disrespects Trelawney in Divination (in the same chapter I believe) but she's seen as a girl boss. She has no need to be there and clearly hates the subject (what a wonderful use for a time tuner). But everyone has a problem with Draco hurting dumb Hagrid's feelings wah.

Draco does mean impressions of other people

So do Ginny (of Fleur) and Ron (of Hermione). At least Draco's impressions are entertaining! Draco is totally the class clown and/or theatre kid type. He has a captivating and dramatic personality. I think he would thrive in the arts. I can literally see him as the male version of Sharpay :)

Draco called Molly porky

Molly is objectively overweight. Draco is a 14 yr old boy throwing out insults (porky is pretty tame if you ask me). JKR, through Harry, goes into unnecessary detail every other sentence about how fat Dudley is whenever Dudley is around. Dudley is a kid. Why should Molly be excluded from the fat character treatment? Plus Harry is actually very shallow when he describes people. He always focuses on how pretty or ugly someone is. Even in serious situations, you can count on Harry describing Fleur as beautiful, Sirius & Tom as dashingly handsome and Snape as hideous. Ron is quick to label Eileen Prince as ugly when the trio discovers she is Snape's mom in book 6. She has done nothing to them but he insults her because of who her son is. Why is it ok for the trio to mock people's looks but Draco calling Molly fat is a crime worthy of physical abuse?

Draco wanted his classmates to die

So did Ron and Harry. Ron says “shame that his mother likes him” when discussing shoving Draco off a glacier. Harry has fantasised about killing and/or torturing Draco/Snape. And guess what! He almost made his fantasies a reality! He nearly murdered Draco with very short-lived remorse and then attempted to use the same spell (+ multiple crucios) against Snape! What a hero :). So full of love and pure goodness, right Dumbledore (gag).

Draco used the cruciatus curse

Attempted cruciatus. Draco said ‘cruci-‘ before Harry somehow yelled out an entire sectumsempra and almost eviscerated him to death. I think that is the only time Draco has attempted to use the crucio in a fight.

When Harry saw Draco being forced to use the curse in a vision, Draco was terrified, right? Harry on the other hand has fantasised about the cruciatus since the moment he learnt about it (he daydreamed about torturing Snape after Fake Moody's class). Harry has used the curse multiple times before and after Draco's use in book 6 and unlike Draco's attempted crucio, Harry's actually hit. Harry sure loves his dark spells :). For a while, sectumsempra and crucio became Harry's new expeliarmus. Harry is called gallant for using the cruciatus in book 7 too by 'Queen' Minerva, how lovely.

Why is Draco demonized more than Harry by the fandom for this curse? Harry used the curse 3 more times than Draco. He hit Bellatrix and the Carrow guy and attempted to crucio Snape twice in book 6 in the SAME FIGHT. Make it make sense!

Draco (& Lucius) almost got Buckbeak put down

Hagrid, as the teacher, should be held responsible - not the animal. But if the ministry is going to claim Hagrid has no fault, then Buckbeak sure as hell needs to be put down. In our world, we put down animals that attack people, especially kids. Once again, Buckbeak is a wild animal so Hagrid's bad teaching is ultimately to blame. If Hagrid won't man up, then sorry Buckbeak! I know several people hate Lucius but the man is being a decent father. Wouldn't you be outraged if your only kid, and heir, was attacked in a class like Draco was? Be real.

Also in the same book, Hermione shows gross indifference to the well-being of Scabbers - “All cats chase rats, Ron!”. Ron should have slapped this inconsiderate bitch. Ron has the patience of a saint. If my friend acted like this, our friendship is through unless sincere apologies are made. I am not even a pet person but Hermione was utterly disgusting in book 3. Ron deserves better than this girl with the emotional capacity of a teaspoon. Ron always wants to kick Norris the cat. The Weasley twins experiment on animals. Hagrid mistreats the animals under his care (eg. the dead flubberworms and poor Fluffy). Transfiguration class is 99% animal experimentation. But boo-hoo, the ministry is killing Buckbeak...why should I care again about some random wild animal when animal cruelty is a staple of HP?

Draco hates Muggleborns

Draco is supposed to be from a family of blood supremacists. Yet he willingly engaged Harry in conversation despite Harry being dressed in unkempt MUGGLE clothes and not knowing who he was. So you can't say Draco spoke to Harry because of his fame (unlike Ron Weasley who deliberately sought out Harry Potter). Harry is the one who judged him because Draco was talking about things that are normal to him, ironically proving Draco’s point — “I really don’t think they should let the other sort in, do you? They’re just not the same, they’ve never been brought up to know our ways” — true. How hilarious.

Anyway, all wizards, so-called light side included, hate/mistreat muggles. But it's ok because JKR wrote it that way. It's ok for wizards to invade muggles' privacy and threaten them. You don't see Draco attacking mugglebornes like this when you meet him. He just thinks wizards should keep to themselves. As a muggle, I approve of this message. I don't want these sadistic wizards near me.

So how did Draco go from this in book 1 to the boy in book 2 declaring "mudbloods are next"? I have no clue. Draco was almost creepy in book 2. I think Draco had a grudge against Hermione and was childishly acting out. Draco is a pampered 12 yr old, what does he know about the horrors of death? Heck, sometimes I wished I was aborted when I was an angsty preteen. Not knowing what exactly I was wishing for myself. Plus, I believe JKR was using Draco as a lazy plot device in book 2.

Plus, I think his negative interactions with the golden trio made him more radicalized as time went on. We don't see Draco calling other students "mudblood", right? I don't recall Draco harassing people like Justin. Draco seems to have a "Hermione" problem, not a "mudblood" problem.

Bonus: James Potter bullied Snape to first impress and then later blackmail Lily, a muggleborne, into dating him. And when said muggleborne girl retaliated...James threatened to hex her. James literally threatened Lily with violence for (barely) attempting to defend Snape. The girl he supposedly has a crush on! James Potter is supposed to be from a muggleborne friendly, light-side family haha. At least Draco was upfront that he despised Hermione. I have read Dramione fics with healthier foundations than canon Jily - not that I like Dramione as a ship. But sure Dramione is the only toxic ship around here!

Please add any other double standards I missed! (Book) Canon Draco fans need to call out the unfair treatment of Draco! Draco is not the evil monster people paint him to be. And you can like him too without warping him into this pathetic, bland, crybaby, gay fanon version. I used to like Fanon Draco when I just started reading HP fanfiction and did not know any better, but book Draco is so much more entertaining, colourful and even charming :)

You don't have to like Draco. But stop giving the heroes passes for the same awful actions.

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The Stars to his Moon: Part 5

"...make sure you get Sirius' set, not mine..." the voice of James drifted after him. "Don't know why my bishops keep running away..."

Remus rolled his eyes, having volunteered to fetch a wizard chess set for James and Frank back down in the common room. The truth was, he wanted a ciggy in peace - he knew James couldn't stand the smell of them, so he took moments for himself every so often up in the dorm.

Casually pushing open the door, he spied Sirius' wizard chess perched on top of a precariously-stacked pile of books.

"Accio cigarette," he muttered, and a small tin box flew towards him from under his bed. Taking out two, Remys tucked one in his robes and one expertly between his lips.

"Want a light?" came a drawl beside him. Remus jumped, the fag almost falling from his lips.

Behind his curtain, Sirius sat crossed legged on Remus' bed. With a raised eyebrow, the latter twitched his own curtains open a few inches more.

"If you'd be so kind," he replied, curious. The Black heir clicked his fingers and the end of Remus' fag caught alight instantly. Taking a long drag, he fixed his eyes on Sirius, who suddenly avoided his gaze. Something crackled under Sirius' knee, and Remus waited, before clearing his throat.

"You ok?"

Barking out a laugh before he could stop himself, Sirius pulled out a quivering red letter, clearly desperate to be opened.

"My mother," Sirius explained unnecessarily, boredom masking the uncertainty in his voice. But Remus heard it all the same. Wordlessly, he flicked his wand toward the door, closing it softly. He met pale grey eyes, unknowingly betraying boyish fear so unlike the brash and confident flirt Remus knew.

"No way around it," he said steadfastly, and Remus shook his head.

"Ignore them. They don't know you."

"Remus-"

"They don't, Sirius! They are the worst excuse for parents I've heard of - and trust me, I've heard a lot."

Sirius sighed, then motioned to the cigarette Remus was intermittently puffing on.

"That any good?"

A grin tugging on his lips, Remys handed it over wordlessly. Thoughts about having corrupted the posh boy would have to wait, he told himself sternly.

"D'you want to be alone?" Remus ventured, knowing immediately that he would hate for Sirius to say yes. He didn't think he would...

"No." Sirius puffed out a small ring of smoke, coughing slightly. His eyes were raw and genuine, younger than Remus have ever seen them. "No. Just. Stay."

Remus' heart leapt, but he knew that's not how Sirius meant it. Still, he thought.

Quickly, Sirius ripped open the scarlet envelope, and the Howler rose into the air.

"How dare you disgrace the Noble and Most Pure House of Black!? Joining the Gryffindor quidditch team! Duelling with your brother! Befriending half breeds and blood traitors! Mudbloods! You will answer for this in July, mark my words, Sirius!"

After the Howler had screeched its final vile word, it shredded itself into a thousand blood-red pieces. Silence descended, but the instant Remus saw Sirius' blank, scared expression, he took his longest drag yet and interrupted the silence:

"So, your family are vile."

Despite himself, Sirius laughed, the unexpected amusement jarring.

"Didn't know you had it in you, Remmie," he drawled, Howler forgotten. Remus rolled his eyes.

"I hate that," he grumbled, watching the dark-haired boy carefully. Mischievously, Sirius smirked.

"Do you, Remmie? I think you quite like it, actually."

Rolling his eyes, Remus took another drag.

"Bet you'd like that," he replied, without thinking. Taken aback for a split second, Sirius smirked back at him, raising an eyebrow. The sight was so funny that Remus groaned.

"It is honestly a mystery to me how all these girls fall for you," he told him sarcastically. Sirius narrowed his eyes.

"I'll show you-"

But before he could finish that thought, the door burst open. A mess of curls and glasses entered the room, and Sirius leapt up off the bed, feeling slightly guilty. What for? he thought. "James!"

Casually, Remus scrolled over to open the window to let the smoke out. As he glanced back to the infamous duo, he caught sight of something new in Sirius' eyes.

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Sirius Black x fem!reader oneshot

Sirius Black has always been one for shows. He never really cared to sit still and be quiet. He always had something to say. While many might believe that it is good that he's an outspoken young man, many would disagree. Some of those people would happen to be his family: The Noble House of Black. He has always been scolded by his mother because of his need to cause trouble. He is left with hidden bruises and scars that he is forced to cover up with expensive robes and garments that he is both ashamed of but simultaneously proud.

He has never agreed with his parents on the topic of blood supremacy. While his family is associated exclusively with those they deem ‘pure’, Sirius is off galavanting around with ‘blood-traitors’, ‘half-breeds’ and ‘mudbloods’. This has infuriated his mother and father.

Naturally, at a ‘party’, so to speak, welcoming a brand new pureblood family to the area from France, Sirius decides he wants to act out. He starts to loudly defend his friends after an off-hand comment from his mother about Sirius’ habits, which led to a slap on the wrist and a promise for something much worse if he is to step even a toe out of line the rest of the night. Afterwards, his mother takes him to greet the hosts. He overheard a few adults talking about how they moved here from France. He also heard some slightly nastier comments about the woman's late husband.

“Thank you so much for coming Mrs. Black, It’s a pleasure,” The hostess greets, her french accent very prominent.

“Thank you for inviting us,” his mother responds, a hint of coldness in her tone.

“I take it you are enjoying yourselves?” She asks. Sirius doesn’t know how he feels about having another pureblood family living near him. There’s already too many of them to begin with. The two converse for a while. He tries to slip away but that just earns a tight grip around his wrist and a comment about how she wants to keep an eye on him so he doesn’t cause any trouble. 

“This is my daughter, Y/n.” Lydia, Sirius picked up from their conversation, pulls a young girl, looking to be close in age to him, over towards her. Y/n offers a polite smile and a curtsy.

“Walburga Black,” his mother introduces

“Pleasure,” she responds back, an accent similar to her mother. She stands up straight and keeps her head up, a stern look on her face, yet a small polite smile graced her lips. He is suddenly grabbed by the wrist by his mother and thrust forward so he is standing beside her instead of behind.

“This is my son,” She forces a smile. “Introduce yourself,” She scolds quietly behind gritted teeth.

“Sirius, Sirius Black,” He bows politely. When he stands up straight once more, he is met with the stern glare from the girl across from him. Her head is held high and her eyes narrowed, as if she was analysing him. While she was visibly shorter, her stare made him feel small. Sirius could already tell she was like them. She seems nasty like a lot of his family.

“Sirius,” Walburga scolds, her nails gripping his shoulder, causing him to look at her, then towards Lydia.

“I assume you also attend Hogwarts?” She repeats. His gaze flicks to Y/n, who has her brow raised.

“Yes, I’m a Gryffindor,” He says, somehow feeling ashamed to admit that in front of them. He’s never been ashamed of being a Gryffindor, but these bloody purebloods make him feel like he should be ashamed.

“Pity,” Y/n chimes in, venom lacing her voice.

“Y/n is a Slytherin,” Lydia beams. “Making prefect next year.” She says, almost a brag. She goes to Hogwarts? Sirius feels as if he would have recognized her. Apparently not. 

Walburga, Lydia and Y/n chat for a while, Sirius eventually moving back behind his mother once more, wanting to keep out of the conversation. They were talking about Y/n’s accomplishments, apparently she was a painter and made most of the paintings littered along the walls of their house. Sirius must admit it’s a lot more lively than his own. Instead of the walls being decorated with blacks and greys, the walls are painted dark green and the walls are adorned with hanging plants, pictures, paintings and all sorts of decorations and memorabilia. 

Of course, Sirius takes his mothers distraction as a ticket to walk away. He socializes with a few people, those he deems more interesting than his dear mother. Eventually, Bellatrix, his cousin, decides to spoil what little fun he was having by intentionally poking and prodding. Sirius likes to say he doesn’t have a short temper, and usually he doesn’t, but he has very little tolerance for slander about his friends of any kind.

He snaps at his cousin, and she pulls out her wand, causing a scene. After a nasty curse, he is on the ground holding his stomach in pain. Walburga is next to the scene, scolding Sirius for causing a scene.

“What seems to be the matter?” Lydia pushes through the crowd.

“I must apologize for Sirius. He isn’t the most well mannered child,” She spits through gritted teeth. Lydia looks at Sirius, a split second of pity is seen on her features before it being covered up by a hard exterior.

“No mind him,” she waves it off before turning her attention towards his cousin. “No hexing in my house,” She says sternly. Some other commotion goes on and the crowd dissipates as people whisper to one another, before returning to their conversations. 

Y/n walks over to him, standing in front of the spot he was still on the floor, his hand clinging to his stomach.

“Can you walk?” She asks harshly. He stands up quickly, regretting the decision and wincing at the pain. He composes himself, looking down at her.

“Im fine, thank you,” She nodded politely, just wanting to continue going about his business of conversing with anyone he could to make it through the night. He turns around to leave before Y/n pipes up once again.

“That was a nasty curse she threw at you,” He turns around at her words. He looks at her face, which bears no emotion, “You're not fine.”

“Just a scratch is all,” He waves it off.

“Come with me,” She demands, walking past him and towards an empty hallway. Sirius debates following her or not. After a moment, he makes his way through a crowd of people, many of whom scoff or jump out of his way as he passes through. He wanders down the hallway and up the stairs. He isn’t quite sure where she has gone, but he has to eventually find her. He notices an open door with the lights on, slicking out like a sore thumb in the dim hallway. He leans the doorway, watching Y/n standing on her toes, looking for something in the tall cupboard.

“Need a hand?” He offers, which makes Y/n turn her head to the side, before looking right back at the cupboard. She pulls down a glass bottle.

“Sit down,” She uses her foot to pull out a stand before pouring a small cup from the bottle. She shoves it into his hands. “Drink up,” She says as he sits down.

“What exactly is it?” He quirked an eyebrow. 

“Healing Drought,” she nodded. “It’ll help,” Y/n simply explained. Sirius looks down at the drink before chugging it down. He winces at the taste, but gets it all down. “You know you could just pretend.”

“Excuse me?” Sirius asks, looking up at her. She's leaning back against the counter.

“You could pretend,” She shrugs, seeming less stern than before. As if she dropped her mask.

“Pretend to do what?” She quirks an eyebrow, noticing the pain on his stomach slowly starts to dissipate. 

“Pretend you're like them. Stay quiet when they say things you don’t like. It’s not hard.” She furrowed her eyebrows, as if it's obvious. “Keeps you out of trouble and then when the hags are dead, you get all their money,” She shrugs. Her accent is thick and noticeable. Sirius has always liked French accents.

“It's not exactly that simple,” he raises an eyebrow. Curious why she's saying all of this.

“How so?”

“My mother and father will see right through any act I put on,” He says carefully, not knowing how much he should give away.

“Your mother found me charming,” She smirks, pushing herself up onto the counter, swinging her legs back and forth. Sirius furrows his brows in confusion. Y/n sighs.

“Mum and I pretend to get on good with the other purebloods to get information. All of these families are into some shady shit,” She shrugs. She really opened up to him. That could have easily been a horrible mistake on her part. If anyone else had heard that, and had told, Y/n and her mother could be in serious danger. He knew what his family was capable of, and getting rid of the L/n’s would be a simple task for the lot of them.

“You don’t even know who I am,” Sirius asks, concerned about his features.

“I know enough about you. Everyone knows who you are.” She shrugs. He forgot for a moment that she is also a student at Hogwarts.

“I’ve never noticed you before.”

“I keep to myself mostly, converse with people in my own house, keep out of trouble. Basically the opposite of everything you do,” She smirks.

“Hm, what would you do if I talked to you at school then,” he smirks in return.

“I think it could be good for your image to have a friend that your mother approves of,”

“You did say my mother found you charming,” She sits up from the counter and comes over to him. She moves her hand towards his stomach, but stops, glancing up as if she was asking if it was okay. He moves his arms away from his stomach, silently letting her inspect. She finds the torn fabric that he never had even noticed, and grabs her wand, muttering a spell under her breath and his blouse sews itself up on its own.

“Thank you, by the way,” he looks down at her, finally getting a good look at her face. She is quite beautiful. The way her hair frames on her face, and the slight imperfections on her skin. Maybe she really did have a point. If he held out a little longer then he could get everything. It would also be a lot easier if he had someone like her in his corner. Someone who was charming and well mannered in front of his mother, yet kind and open around him. He wants to get to know everything about her. Something about her is quite intriguing.

“It's nothing,” She stands up, once the spell is complete, and goes back to her spot on the counter adjacent to him. “Really,” She offered him a kind smile. They sit in a comfortable silence for a minute before she gets up and offers him a hand off of the stool. He takes it and they return back to the foyer. He walks behind her, and he can almost see her mask go up and she readjusts herself to look more proper the moment they return from the staircase. She goes over to a counter and grabs two glasses of red wine, handing one to Sirius.

“As long as your mother won't mind,” she sips from her glass, her posh accent returning once again.

“My mother doesn’t quite care,” he takes a sip from his as well. The two of them stand in the corner, just getting to know each other. While no one was looking, she still kept up her upright posture and polite mannerisms, but her voice was dripping with humour. They discussed their favourite books, music (Sirius was pleasantly surprised to hear she has a collection of muggle records), events that have happened at Hogwarts. Sirius comes to learn she sat behind him in potions back in fourth year. She talked about her paintings, her cats, and France. Sirius got to learn quite a lot about her in the span of two hours at the party. While the music playing was quite dry, and the conversations they overheard were the same, they kept themselves entertained, while keeping up manners, mostly to leave a good impression on Walburga.

“Sirius, we must get going!” Walburga approaches. Only then do the two of them notice the Witches and Wizards slowly dissipating. 

“Yes mother,” Sirius looks towards his mother, then back towards Y/n. She offers him her hand and he takes it, bowing down and planting a kiss to her knuckles. “It’s been a pleasure Ms. L/n,” He offered her a smirk and a wink, both of which were out of sight of his mothers watchful eyes.

“The pleasure is all mine Mr. Black,” She curtseys politely. She walks them to their front and bids them goodbye, as well as the rest of the guests. Once everyone had officially gone, both Y/n and her mother had dropped their masks. Lydia falls back dramatically onto the sofa, while y/n sprawls out on the loveseat.

“Posh purebloods are such a bore!” Her mother complains.

“At least they’re neat,” Y/n shrugs, unable to hide the ear to ear smile that she had to suppress during the party.

“I don’t feel like cleaning up right now, Help me in the morning will you,” Her mother yawned.

“Yeah, I'll help,” She sighs.

“What are you smiling about?” Her mother sits up and furrows her eyebrows.

“I made a friend,” Y/n smirks.

“That why I barely saw you all night?” She raises an eyebrow. “Who exactly?”

“Sirius, Walburga's son,”

“The one who got cursed?” Y/n nods.

“Thought you said you wouldn’t want to make friends?”

“He’s different,” She says simply, shrugging.

“How is he different?”

“He’s like us,” Y/n references her and her mothers views on, well, most of the things those pureblood families agree on. Clearly her mother gets it because she nods, as if she's in thought, before standing up.

“I’m going to bed now,” she says and Y/n stands up, giving her mom a big hug. “I’m glad you made friends today darling. It’ll make these bloody parties a little less miserable for you.” She smiles and heads up to bed. “I love you darling!” She yells from the staircase. Y/n peaks her head around the corner.

“Love you too mummy!” She says dramatically before sitting back down on the loveseat, picking up her book and reading by the fireplace until she hears the clock chime twelve. She stands up, yawning, ready to go to bed, when an owl suddenly appears at the window.

She goes over to the window, opens it and the owl leaves a black envelope before immediately flying away. The h/c haired girl shuts the window and looks at the letter. She can make out the shiny black lettering addressed to her on its matching matte black paper. 

“Who puts black on black?” She mutters to herself tiredly. She takes the letter upstairs and enters her room. The room is adorned with hanging plants and expensive wood furniture, along with an easel and painting supplies on a shelf on the opposite side of her canopy bed. She changes into her pajamas, which is pretty much just a Queen band shirt. She flops down onto her bed, ripping open the letter. She pulls out a (thankfully light) piece of parchment.

Dearest Y/n,

It was quite the pleasure to be graced with your company this evening. You seemed to have left a good impression on mother, she's been raving about how she wishes she had a daughter all night. Thinks I would have turned out differently if I were born the opposite sex. I definitely wouldn't have been, mind you. Anyways, I really enjoyed myself, and I hope to see you again before the beginning of September. I do not think my mother will take issue with me visiting or you visiting my house, as long as you want to, that is. I would also like to mention that when we return to Hogwarts, I would love it if you would accompany me to Hogsmeade one evening. I know I have a reputation as a Casanova, of sorts, but that does not mean I treat any woman with even a small bit less respect than they deserve.

Anyways, I am looking forward to seeing you again.

Love,

Sirius Black

She holds the letter in her hands, her cheeks glowing pink as she falls backwards into her bed, placing the letter back into its envelope and neatly onto her bedside table. While the letter was short and sweet, it still was able to make her blush. She imagined seeing him again and she got all giddy, kicking her feet a little. She’s never really had a boy been interested in her. She’s been on dates, but none of them seemed to take any real interest outside of the hard exterior she puts up. 

She’s also had experience with other elements to romance, like kissing, and other such activities. She might not get out much, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t get out at all. It was quite awkward her first time, she wasn’t quite sure what to do. Her partner at the time did not make it much easier for that matter.

Eventually, she stops swooning over a man she had just met that evening and shut off her light and went to sleep. In the morning she wrote back, and the two of them decided to meet the next weekend, constantly lettering each other throughout the day. The two met up several times throughout the rest of the summer, usually him going to hers, and watching him fawn over her record collection. They had spent an entire day once just listening to all of the records that Sirius didn’t have. He only gets his from his cousin Andromeda, who he doesn’t really see that often. The few times she went off to his place, she had to put up her mask, which Sirius found a bit upsetting, but at least this way his mother would continue to approve of their friendship.

The two had planned to meet each other at the station on their way to Hogwarts come September, the station was quite crowded, and Sirius had quickly been drawn in by seeing his friends once again. 

“Oh Prongs, she’s absolutely unbelievable!” Sirius fawns, sitting next to James in the train compartment.

“Oh yeah, I imagine she is,” James jokes, seemingly not believing Sirius met a girl who they’ve never heard of before who is secretly trying to infiltrate the sacred twenty eight, and happens to be Sirius’ perfect girl.

“I’m serious! Moony please believe me!” He turns to his other friend.

“I dunno Padfoot, seems a little too good to be true,” At this point, Sirius believes his friends are just trying to get under his skin.

“I believe you Sirius!” Peter responds enthusiastically. While Peter usually agrees with anything he or James said, Sirius still takes it as a win.

“Thank you Peter!” Sirius beams.

Sirius kept his eye out for her familiar face when the train stopped and students started to head towards the carriages. Even at the feast in the great hall, Sirius wasn’t able to find her. There are quite a lot of students here at Hogwarts so Sirius isn’t too surprised, but it's still annoying that they haven’t seen each other. Only when he and his friends are heading back towards the Gryffindor common room does he recognize her voice booming throughout the almost empty halls.

“Sirius!” She spots him up ahead. She had noticed him leaving the great hall and quickly finished her pudding before rushing to catch up to him, wanting to see him before he retreated to the Gryffindor common room for the night. He whips around. So do his friends and a few other people in the nearly empty halls, but the big smile on his face is all she cares about at the moment.

“Hey!” he greets excitedly as she runs up to him, a little out of breath.

“Missed you at the station,” She teases.

“You saw how busy it was,” he laughs. “Still upset I didn’t get to see you earlier though,”

“What classes do you have?” She asks and and they pull out the schedule, beginning to converse about some of the classes they have together. The sound of someone clearing their throat draws the both of them towards the rest of the Marauders.

“Oh! Yes.” Sirius puts his schedule away, and Y/n follows suit. “This is Y/n,” He gestures towards the girl whose face is adorned with a large friendly smile.

“Pleasure to officially meet the lot of you,” She greets. On the surface, she had admitted to herself that she acts more like she should be in Hufflepuff, or even Gryffindor, with her seemingly bubbly personality and kind face. She wasn’t surprised when she was sorted into Slytherin all those years ago, and is constantly reminded of why when she spends a lot of her life hidden away behind a mask. A mask she quite likes. Makes her a better liar and a thief. She has a knack for mischief, but unlike some Gryffindors, she leaves the scene of the crime without anyone even knowing there was any mischief being committed.

She truly lives up to the conventional Slytherin cunningness.

“To be perfectly honest, we thought Sirius was making you up,” Remus says, being brutally honest, which earns a subtle shove from James.

“Well I’m glad I could help Sirius prove you wrong… Anyways,” She turns back to Sirius, adjusting her prefect’s badge. “I must get going, I don't want to leave Charles waiting.” She bids goodbye. She’s about to take off once more before Sirius catches her wrist.

“Not even going to let me say goodbye?” he smirks.

“I really do have to get going,” she smiles warmly.

“I know, I know, you’re a prefect after all.” She moved right up in front of him, before standing on her toes and leaving a kiss on his cheek. She slips her wrist from his grasp before running off in the direction she came from.

“Bye Sirius!” She turns around for a moment, before heading towards the dungeons, knowing full well she left Sirius a blushing mess.

Over the next week, the two are so busy with school and Y/n’s prefect duties to speak to each other outside of the class they shared. After potions class one day, he tried to talk to her, but she was quickly swept away by a group of first years who needed help finding one of their classes. Finally, that Friday night, he ‘borrowed’ James’ cloak and snuck out, trying to find her on patrol. He eventually spotted her patrolling around the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. He decided to give her a scare, and revealed himself suddenly from under the cloak. 

She let out a loud yelp, and covered her mouth. “What are you doing here!?” She scolds.

“I wanted to see you,” She says, smugly. The sound of quick approaching footsteps forces Sirius to hide under the cloak as the other Slytherin prefect runs around the corner.

“What's the matter?!” He asks worriedly, his eyes darting around the corridor. Y/n whips around to where Sirius had been, relieved to find him ‘gone’, turns back around.

“Nothing, was just Mrs. Norris sneaking up on me,” She waves it off.

“I don’t see Mrs. Norris,” he looks around. Y/n panics for a moment trying to think up an excuse.

“Must have spooked her when I yelled,” she shrugs. Charles just waves her off, annoyed, and heads back into his area. Once the coast is clear, Sirius laughs become audible as he removes the cloak once again. She punches his arm.

“You're lucky I like you or else I would give you detention with Filch!” She scolds quietly. He suppresses a laugh at her anger, finding it quite amusing.

“It's a good thing you like me then,” She says with a cocky smirk, taking a step towards Y/n.

“If I get caught with you I could get in serious trouble,” She crosses her arms. “And that will ruin my reputation of being Mummy's perfect little girl,” She rolls her eyes at her own comment.

“Oh why of course your excellency,” He bows down in front of her, planting a kiss gently on her knuckles. “Your reputation truly does proceed you,” he jokes in a posh accent.

“So what exactly is it that you want?” She crosses her arms sternly.

“Are you busy tomorrow?” He asks, and she quirks an eyebrow.

“No,” She says simply.

“Then would you be so kind as to accompany me to Hogsmeade tomorrow evening?” He asks and her stern expression fades into a playful smile.

“Are you finally making an attempt to court me?” She smirks. A red blush crosses his face at her directness. A thought nagging at him.

“Have you been expecting me to court you?”

“Yes,”

“Then I’m attempting to court you,”

“And I would be more than happy to accompany you.”

Like a gentleman, he picks her up from outside the Slytherin common room, drawing in the attention of many Slytherins around there. The sound of Sirius and Y/n’s laughter as they leave the dungeon drowns out the sound of scowls and whispering amongst many of the Slytherins. By the time they reach the small village, it's already five. They wander up and down the streets, dragging each other around when they see something interesting on the display case of a shop. 

“Oh my!” She moans, taken aback by the taste of a cupcake from a bakery. “This is wonderful!” She takes another small bite.

“I’m starting to think you might like that cupcake more than me,” Sirius jokes. Y/n takes a step closer to him, a seductive hint in her eye.

“You're cute,” She says, staring at his face, taking it all in, before dipping her finger in the icing of her cupcake and quickly dapping it onto his nose. She laughs as he takes a startled step back. He used his finger to wipe it off his nose, before sucking the icing from the side of his finger.

“Well that’s not very nice, now is it?” She teases, a mischievous glint in his eyes. They have already had dinner and the sun has set, so the village is beautifully lit by lanterns in the streets.

“Well I shared some of my icing with you, I would call that nice,” She says, before taking the last bite of cupcake.

“I suppose you're right.” He plays along. She turns around, wanting to admire the castle and how the lights from the windows light it up during the night time. Sirius slowly comes up beside her, placing his hand on her back. She looks over, and then decides to lean her head on his shoulder. They stare up at the castle for a while longer, before Y/n turns towards him, grabbing his face in her hands. She stares at his face, her gaze flicking down to his lips. Sirius brings his hand up to brush a stray hair back into place before she pulls his face towards hers.

His arms wrap around her waist, while her hands remain on the side of his head. When they break apart, Y/n leans her head on his shoulder, with her hands moving down to his shoulders as well.

“I really had a lot of fun tonight,” She says softly.

“So did I,”

[halfblood-princes-crown]

If the boy had been conceived under any other circumstances, Walburga would have throttled Orion and ensured that his illegitimate child didn't go anywhere near her family, let alone her house.

But the boy's mom wasn't just a regular witch, or god forbid, a mudblood. No. Orion's side piece was none other than Eileen Prince, the last of her lineage, and one of the few people she considered a friend when she was young.

Of course she had to take the boy in. After all, he was a pureblood, and of fine breeding at that. Granted, he was conceived out of infidelity and raised as a muggle, but his blood was pure, unlike some other bastards that were born out of mudblood lovers. Really, this wasn't so bad. And if the boy grew close to them, who knew, maybe they could get a hold of the succulent Prince legacy.

Sirius was furious. Being replaced by his little brother is one thing, but being bested by Snivellus too? In his own house? He refused. Regulus was their mother's son too, so he could understand her affection. But how could she show any consideration for a boy that wasn't even hers? Worse, a boy that was the living reminder that Father cheated on her. With a woman that eloped with a muggle!

And still, not only Severus got the approval of his parents, but he also managed to get Regulus' admiration too. Snivellus stole his place not only as a brother, but also as a son. How dare he? He has no right. He's just a poor, dirty half-blood that everyone despises. And still...

(When he's told that Snape is his half brother, it all feels so fucking ironic he starts laughing right there. A sardonic, humourless laugh. Because of course he was. Somehow, the taste of defeat and not good enough were more intense than ever in his tongue)

See! This is exactly what I want out of this ship. This is perfect

Lovely.

Now I need a fic from either Sev or Sirius’ pov

Stat.

Also…succulent hehehehe that word makes me laugh idk why

[motherfuckingmaneater]

question as i'm still fairly new (ok one year now but thats new compared to some of these vets) to the tumblr hp fandom...why do people hate canon pairings so much? like...bellamort? rema/dora? hinny? ji|y? is it just because they prefer other concepts?

bc like to me; bellatrix & voldemort is such a fun concept - an affair first of all between a married pureblood witch and a half blood no body who rose to infamy, a huge age gap between a student and teacher relationship turned into a life long affair, a man who everyone thinks can't love but shows so much preference to this one witch, who is rarely seen without her.

rema/dora is also really fun to think about. the werewolf who says its not in his nature to breed, who's lonely but finds the attention of a half blood auror who falls in love with him, the idea he can't deny himself of her, that he's madly in love with her but knows because of his affliction he can't be with her and still dies hand in hand with her.

hinny is so cute - the best friend's sister who used to have a crush on harry when she was a little kid and now it's the other way around and he can't think of anything but her soft red hair and her eyes and it takes all his self control at every given moment not to kiss her.

ji|y is cute too even though they're my least favourite marauders - the arrogant pureblood boy and the mouthy feisty mudblood. he's mad for her and she thinks he's gross until something in them changes and he matures enough to show her he's a good person really.

idk...why do people not like them? they're really well written and have a LOT of potential to explore in fan fics and other media?

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

JK Rowling is one step away from just outright saying black people shouldn’t give blood to white people.

As a blood donor, I’m here to say that yet again she is talking out of her ass and doesn’t have a clue what she’s talking about. There is apparently a possibility of a risk to men if they receive blood from a woman who has been pregnant, but that’s it.

It’s actually mildly hilarious because she’s literally talking like one of the pure blood Death Eaters from her books: “filthy half-breed! Mudblood!”

[teddyniffler]

In the Shadows of Friendship Forever

Chapter 28: Gaunts and Weasleys

From the very second the Hogwarts Express reached the train station earlier that day, Ominis knew he was dead. He had picked up his trunk and felt his way off the train along with everybody else, using their voices to guide him. Only when he had two feet and his trunk safety on the ground did he feel a hand gripping the back of his neck suddenly, fingers digging in, gripping the back of his hair to pull his head back. “Whoa-who!?” Ominis reacted in shock, his hand reaching back to feel a hand with a large ring upon the back of his neck. “Home” A furious word snapped. “Father-what is? Father?” Ominis couldn’t even think. His mouth had gone dry. All around him came mutterings as his father led him by his neck through the crowd. Something had angered his father so much he was showing violence to his son in public. All around him, voices whispered, in his heightened panic, he could hear them even over the train still pumping steam. “Did you see that?” “Oh my…” “Is that Gaunt?” “Shh.” “Poor kid.” “Ooh the Gaunts are having trouble with their youngest again. Even such a fine house isn’t safe from mudblood and blood traitor ideologies.” They had arrived at the front of the queue to the Floo Network, no doubt ignoring the line as normal to reach the grate first. “Father?” Ominis tried “What’s wrong? Why are you doing this?” “We shall talk, and I mean we will talk, when you get home.”

“You know where I am going.” His father instructed the statue of Ignatia Wildsmith and a second later Ominis was marched through the flames. His trunk no doubt following them at the hands of a silent house elf. The poor thing was likely terrified, Ominis knew how it felt. They came out into the Gaunt’s hut, from here Ominis was escorted up the hill at a fast speed. He was disorientated from the speed his father was dragging him up the hill. Inside his chest, his heart pounded. Was this over his failed attempt with manipulating Black? Ominis had heard the many different conversations that had sprung up around his headmaster’s recent beaten state. He knew it was likely at the hands of his father as a result of the attack on Ominis, but would his father really be angry with him over that? As much as Ominis knew, his father and Black were friends, but his father viewed the Blacks as lower than them. He struggled to keep his fear down, running his mind over what he could have possible done to anger his father.

They entered the House of Gaunt and Ominis was taken to the drawing room and pushed down into a chair. “Where is Sebastian Sallow, Ominis?” came his father’s voice. There were footsteps in the room too, they weren’t alone. Out of sight of Ominis, Marvolo had come in to watch the interrogation. The wild shine in his eyes only heightened more by the fire as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. If his father needed help with the Cruciatus Curse again, he would be more than happy to offer his assistance.

“Sebastian? I don’t know father.” Ominis said. ”He was at St Mungos, but he got out, that’s what the papers said” “I used many of my resources and my own time getting your precious friend out of Azkaban, he would still be rotting in there without this family. Your lowlife, kin-killing half breed piece of trash is only free because I got him out for you.” Mr Gaunt placed emphasis upon I and you. Ominis held his head up, although his every nerve was screaming at him to hide. “Imagine my concern, as a father, when the sick boy wasn’t in his bed where he should have been. Imagine my wonder when his twin sister came into the room and ran when she saw me. Why did she run for? Am I not the concerned father who helped get her brother out? Why did she run? Have you and her been planning on removing the Sallow boy from his place of care behind my back? Only guilty people flee, Ominis. Shiva says there was a woman with the Sallows, sadly she couldn’t describe the lady and she didn’t know her. Who is she? Who have you and that Sallow girl been conspiring with? I do not appreciate my hard work to clean up loose ends, all my efforts going to waist. He was safe enough in St Mungos, as long as he shut up, to whom have you offloaded him too now? Tell me and I shall spare them, as long as they know who they answer too.” Ominis took a deep breath. “I do not know father, I do not know. The only thing I do know is my friend is missing. I have not spoken to Sebastian yet, he has been unwell and I’ve been at school.” Ominis said in what he hoped was a level voice without any shakes “Well, we shall see if you are telling the truth.” His father said, Ominis felt movement in the air and flinched as his father raised his wand. Behind, Marvolo’s face lit up in excitement.

“Imperio” Came his father’s voice, suddenly Ominis stopped thinking. He was sitting in the chair in the most dangerous home any wizard could step foot in and right now everything was blissful. It was no longer important or concerning his furious father was holding a wand at him. Nothing mattered anymore. It was just bliss. He wanted this feeling to never end. “Where is Sebastian Sallow?” Came his father’s voice. “Tell me everything you know.” Ominis was only too happy to comply. “Sebastian was at St Mungos.” Ominis answered flatly, from far away. “He’s missing now. Nobody knows where he is. At school they think I’m hiding him somewhere, but I haven’t seen Sebastian anywhere at Hogwarts myself, so I believe that’s just a rumour.” Mr Gaunt glanced at Marvolo, who shot Ominis a dry look. “Somebody was careful not to tell him anything.” Marvolo guessed, looking Ominis up and down. “They know he can’t really be trusted, it’s what they are like out there, think they are better than us.” “It’s useless.” Gaunt agreed. The blissful feeling left Ominis and he blinked in shock, suddenly feeling a rush of thoughts coming back. He swallowed hard as the panic returned in full. “If you do you hear anything at all, you are to tell me right away, do you understand?” Mr Gaunt asked. “And Ominis, if I find you have concealed anything at all from me. Anything, no matter how small, I will make sure you regret it, but not as much as that boy. Free he may be from the Dementors, he is a marked man among the Gaunts, that sister of his too.” Ominis nodded. “May I go?” He asked shakily.

“Not yet.” His father said “Marvolo is here, he wanted to see if you were okay after your headmaster’s vulgar attack on you. You will be pleased to know Phineas now would never dream of touching a single hair upon your head again. Share your gratitude with your brother Ominis, he did a spectacular job. You should have heard the pleading Black did when he thought he was going to die. He will never hurt you again.” “Thank you” Ominis said quietly. He was feeling pure revulsion by their words. “Has his nose been uncrushed yet?” Marvolo laughed. “I think I broke it beyond magical means of repair.” “I don’t know, I can’t see, but I don’t think so from what others have said.” Ominis answered honest, making Marvolo laugh more. “Very well.” Mr Gaunt said. “Ominis, you can go now, remember what we spoke about here. Tomorrow your Betrothed is coming, it is time we begin wedding planning. You can get to know her more.” There was a small thud in the room and Marvolo yelped suddenly. “You will show your cousin the respect she deserves, she is a Gaunt just as much as you, don’t let me catch you doing that again.” Came his father’s voice, his anger now directed at his older son. Ominis didn’t know what Marvolo had just done, but it had taken their father’s attention off Ominis, who quietly slipped out of the room.

“White is a beautiful colour, it will confirm her superior breeding, however green is preferred among our kind for pure blood statues, but gold will bring out the tones of her hair. She is as fair as a diamond when the sun shines upon her.-“ Next to Ominis on the settee, Marvolo give a tiny snort nobody else heard but him as their aunt and uncle talked about their daughter’s apparent beauty. “- We want the other pure blood families to see we are the standard for quality breeding-“ Marvolo give Ominis’ arm a slight nudge. “- And that they shouldn’t allow Muggle filth to taint their own bloodlines.” They were on the 4th cup of tea and Ominis was sitting in the lounge with his family all around him. His intended wife had issued a begrudging ‘Hello’ to him when she walked in and had proceeded to so far ignore him for the rest of the visit, he could not even pin point where she was sitting, as she had so far not spoken again. Marvolo had been sitting next to him and for the last two hours, he had snorted, nudged and shuddered slightly with silent laughter without anybody noticing as the fine details of Ominis’ wedding day – and to Ominis’ horror – realistic time frames of their wedding consummation and confirmation of children were brokered out before him, with him and his cousin Maelia having no input themselves. He was horrified something so personal and private was being talked about so open. He could imagine himself blushing a bright pink, he wondered if Maelia felt the same. Somehow he thought it unlikely, she believed in their family ways, she would sit dutiful as her parents arranged her entire life, if it meant the Gaunt lines would continue as intended. They had generously been giving the traditional seven months from the wedding night to confirm their coupling with confirmation of a baby. If Ominis had a cup of tea in his hand, he would have dropped it in his horror, Marvolo was now shaking hard with barely concealed laughter. He kept reminding himself that he would not go through with it, he would find a way to run again, he had no intention of marrying his cousin.

“And what of you Marvolo?” Their uncle had asked. “Your father tells me your role at the ministry is going well, I see you as our country’s future leader, but is there anybody special in your life?” “I may know of a young, very sweetening, young lady.”Marvolo said, only Ominis picked up the significance of the word ‘sweetening’ and knew it meant Poppy, he felt his blood growing cold. “Pure blood of course, I checked. I may be seeing her soon, in the next fortnight. It is early days, I want to be sure she is the one before I present her to mother and father, and before I met her family, of course. She is one of the many Pinch-Smedley, I believe the Wessex branch.” “A good family, Slytherins too most of them, although the Durham Pinch-Smedley would be a better choice, closer.” Said their auntie. Ominis knew Marvolo was lying, he had not been anywhere near the Pinch-Smedleys, he was talking about Poppy just to wind Ominis up. “I thought you were wanting to date a Half-blood?” Ominis said suddenly, taking the bait in his heightened state “You met her during a recent trip to Hogsmeade, she’s still at school too, a little young for you, Marvolo?” The effect this had on in the people gathered in the room was instantaneous.

“How dare you!” Marvolo cried out. “Lies! That’s disgraceful of you brother.” “I daresay that is not true, Ominis.” Came Maelia’s voice at last, as disapproving as always. “Your brother would never date anybody of lower blood statues.” “Ominis!” Came his mother’s voice “-About to marry and yet, so immature.” That was their uncle’s voice. “Ominis, if you speak such vile untruths again, about any Gaunt, and I will take your tongue to match your eyes.” His father said, quieting the room. He didn’t need to raise his voice to bring attention back to himself, his very nature did that. “Never insult the Gaunt family like that again.” “Go to your room. We shall finish planning your wedding without you present.”

Ominis sat in his room, his heart pounding again as the stupidity of his words crept upon him, they had just escaped from him. After hours of tolerating the most embarrassing conversation from his family, he couldn’t stand to hear Marvolo being praised after his brother had spent the whole thing quietly laughing at Ominis. Had he overstepped the mark? Hour after hour passed, Snakey sensed his unease, Ominis could hear the slight shuffle of his scales moving over the covers as he lifted his noise into the air to sniff. The snake had been given clear instructions to remain as hidden as possible within the Gaunt house. Ominis had been sure Mori had been sniffing around near his door the first night of the Easter holidays, he had sat up in bed, hearing what sounded like a large heavy bodied snake dancing up and down the door as he sheltered Snakey in his hands. It could have been Geer, but the ancient snake rarely moved from the staircase, it was likely Mori. Now Ominis sat, upon the same bed, listening to the hall outside his bedroom for his own safety. His mother and father had no objections to hurting him, Marvolo would love nothing more than to hurt him. Nobody came. Hours later, Ominis was still sitting, waiting for any attack that thankfully never came. It was only then he fell into an uneasy sleep. The rest of Easter passed without incident. Ominis had been informed at dinner the next day – as his parents had been ignoring him for a few hours after he has insulted Marvolo’s ‘honour’– that he would be wearing dark silver robes on his wedding day, with his cousin wearing white and he should remember the importance of continuing this family, so he should be a father himself within the next two years and anticipating a second shortly after. “If dear cousin has a girl, you should go to her that same night and try again. Only the moment you have a son should you relax, and then you will need a spare. Knowing your genes, you may only have females. They are pointless.” Marvolo said to him as Ominis felt around his plate with a fork. “No Gaunt is pointless Marvolo, females just don’t carry the Gaunt name should they marry, hence why we marry within the family. However, Marvolo is right Ominis that you need sons. More than one.” His mother’s voice came from down the table. “With Noctua dead, there was nobody for your uncle to marry, so my sister had to marry her own brother. We need males in this family and females.”

Ominis felt his skin crawl as if a million microscopic Bowtruckles were climbing him, how could his family talk about inbreeding so casually? It always creeped him out to no end.

He blocked out their words and once again, a girl with hair the apparent colour of a chocolate frog came into his mind. Brown was meant to be warm, brown was like being wrapped in a blanket. The sweetest flowery smell, the softest touches on his skin. It was a colour linked to chocolate and to the earth that grew food. Her eyes apparently matched, with little brown dots across her checks. She was imaginary, she didn’t really exist, only in his head. He didn’t really know what she looked like. He tried to clear her too from his mind. She was off limits, like a sister to him. She was sick and would die. She- Was Anne Sallow. “You look like you’re going to cry” Came Marvolo’s voice. “What’s could possibly be wrong with you?” “I’m not.” Ominis snapped. “Just because I am blind it doesn’t mean my eyes don’t get irritated, it’s spring. They itch and water.” “Hahaha, you’ve got a Muggle ailment!” Marvolo laughed. Finally, Ominis could return to Hogwarts. The two weeks had dragged by, with very little talk over than the wedding planned for next year. Ominis still had no intention of going through with it, but he still had no real concrete plan in motion on getting out of it. He was determined though, he would cut himself off from this cursed family, a life hiding out in a tiny hamlet in the Scottish highlands, farming his own food was preferred to living in luxury but living as a breeding machine for that family. It’s all they saw him as, useless, of no great use other than continuing the Gaunt line. Now sitting on the Hogwarts Express once more, Snakey nested in his cupped hand which he held to his face, he could feel the little snake touching his hair. He never intended for Snakey to soothe him, but something about the coolness of his scales was comforting.

“Your parents were used repeatedly, weren’t they, because you all had magical qualities?” Ominis asked him. “Until they made you and your siblings. Then you were all sold to make money. That’s my parents with me. I am their thing that will continue the family line” Snakey continued to sniff through his hair, he did not comment. He simply didn’t understand Ominis, he never got an answer back if the question wasn’t simple enough for his snake to understand. “I won’t let them.” Ominis said “I am more than something they can just use.” ‘Friend. Friend’ Snakey hissed ‘We go together’ “Yes” Ominis said. “We leave that house forever, very soon. I just need to finish school, find where Sebastian is hiding out and then we’ll get gold and-“ And it hit him. It hit him like a hundred Bludgers all slamming into his chest at once. The answer to what he needed to do.

“Snakey, I need you to listen very carefully and try to understand what I’m saying. I need to run something across with you, I need your help, you have answers I may need. Father and mother keep a little object in the house. It won’t be any bigger than maybe my hand. It will look old, as if it’s been passed from Gaunt to Gaunt, for many, many, many years, much longer than you or I have been alive. This item is cold, it’s like a metal, like what a fork smells like. On one end it will look like a cross almost, the other end it will have a loop.” He remembered once, holding the item. Feeling it, finding a hole in the centre that made it dangle from his finger. His father had handed it to him to hold only a handful of times while he buttoned his cloak or used his wand for some reason. “It’s called a ‘Key’, have you heard mother and father talking about it? They may have said ‘the key to the Vault. The Key for Gringotts’ anything like that. Snakey twitched on his head, then his head turned and came down closer to Ominis’ unseeing eyes. He paused and flickered his tongue once before answering. ’Yes’ “Get the key’” your parents have said it. It’s in their room. In a box. Shiva guards it. Bad. Bad.’

Ominis sat there, a feeling rising in him. It made the hair on his arms rise, he would describe it as rebellion. They all said the Gaunt family was the richest family in all the wizarding world, there was no other family that came close to their wealth. His parents tossed it around so willingly, it was as though the money was endless. They had a double-digit vault only, a sign of an early account with the ancient bank, some newer vaults had numbers reaching multiple numbers now, a whole list. The Gaunt’s vault was deep, deep, deep under the earth, guarded by a dragon as Marvolo had once told him. Ominis had never been down there as it was not safe for him, not being able to see, but the one time he had went with his father to get gold out, he had simply asked the Goblin for the gold while his father ‘dealt’ with a wizard down in Knockturn Alley. Crazy ideas ran through his head. He could take enough money to support himself, even Sebastian, for life and his parents would never even notice any of it gone. They could disappear. For the first time in his life, a grin like no other spread across Ominis’ face. A way to free himself. He would use his cunningness the way a Slytherin would, his family had always encouraged this behaviour, he would finally live up to his ancestry. If Salazar Slytherin or Cadmus Peverell were both alive right now, even they would be unnerved by the way their descendant was smiling. His silvery blue eyes seemed more alive than ever before, even Snakey glanced unsure at the expression on Ominis’ face ‘Good? Good?’ the snake asked. “Yes” Ominis said “I know what to do now, or at least some of it.” He would liberate himself, by liberating some of his parent’s wealth.

Easter at the Burrow was a totally different affair. “I swear, it’s harmless, you can trust me.” Garreth reassured Sebastian. “I’ve seen your- potions and smelt them.” Sebastian said, shaking his head. Almost a fortnight of talking to Garreth, who apparently never shut up when he was at home, had brought along Sebastian’s progress greatly. “That’s- not safe to drink.” “It is! How dare you Sallow. I shall have you know I have perfected my G.R.O.IN. Would you like to see?” Sebastian made a disgusted snort as Mr Weasley paused, then decided not to comment. “I told you, it stands for Garreth’s Revolutionary, Organic, INcreaser! It’s a male grooming aid. It could double the wavy hair upon your head, give you a full beard without any awkward bald patches and-“ “I’m fifteen, I don’t need a beard.” Sebastian laughed. Upon hearing that, Garreth’s look of glee faded a little as he looked over at his father slightly as Sebastian’s laughter died momentarily as the weight of his missing years hit him again, there was an awkward silence which Garreth quickly covered up. “It’s never too early Sebastian, imagine how mature you shall look at the ladies with a full chest of hair.” “Pass.” Sebastian laughed. “Truly. I don’t think stick man with chest hair is desirable.” Sebastian glanced down at his legs, currently he was wearing robes more suitable for a tall child and even they hung loose on him. He was eating three meals a day now and only being sick a few times, but weight gain was coming slowly. It seemed his body was using everything he was giving it on just keeping him awake during the day, although in the bath the night before, Sebastian could have sworn his ribs were a little less prominent. “I can develop a tonic for that too! You have inspired me to create a bulk inducing tonic so it looks like you’ve worked out. I shall name it SeFATstian in your honour.” Garreth joked as Sebastian laughed more. “Pass, again.” Tessie put her hands over her mouth in shock as Mr Weasley put a stop to the conversation. “Garreth, That’s enough.”

Professor Weasley called in a few times, sometimes Sebastian had been asleep while she came, others he was awake. Her final visit was the night before term started again, it would be the summer term before the year ended. Sebastian was reminded of the fact he didn’t even make it passed Christmas of his fifth year at school, and now Garreth would soon be ending his sixth year. “I have news, although you have no heard it from me, and certainly you are not permitted to repeat this to anybody Garreth.” She said, addressing the last part to her nephew. Sebastian was sitting on the rug by the fire with Garreth, the two had been playing wizarding chess together. Garreth was due back at Hogwarts tomorrow and if Sebastian was being honest, he was going to really miss Garreth. Having him around was like a reminder Hogwarts and all his life before Azkaban had been real, that he had really once just been a schoolboy and not just a sickly young man trying to recover from Azkaban. Professor Weasley paused. She took a breath, she didn’t want to get Sebastian’s hopes up, Black was sly and slippery, he could still worm his way out. “The board of Governors have been in touch. Not too long before term ended for Easter, the headmaster had an incident of sorts with a student. The student is claiming foul play and there’s circumstantial evidence to back up their claim, very strong evidence as the student in question was found at the foot of the headmaster’s study. The headmaster is getting investigated and, if he’s found to be culpable, which is looking very likely, as he’s in a terrible rage right now, there is a very strong chance he will be removed from the school.” All around him, the Weasley’s exchanged cautious happy looks. “Oh Merlin’s socks! Does this mean we’re getting rid of Black?” Garreth yelled. “This is good news, we must not get too ahead of ourselves though, we know what the Blacks are like.” Mrs Weasley said to her husband, who nodded. “He’s the most unpopular headmaster ever, if enough people protested when the board goes to Hogwarts…” He mused.

Professor Weasley meet Sebastian’s eyes and smiled. “This is good news Sebastian.” However Sebastian couldn’t link their happiness to her words, his brain was fogging up again. Black being gone from Hogwarts would likely make everybody happier, he guessed. “Sebastian,” Professor Weasley reminded him slowly. “Professor Black is the only thing standing in the way of your return to school. If he goes, you can come back and finish your education.” Now he understood why they all looked hopeful. He blinked slowly, if he could go back, he could see Ominis again, he could have his wand back. Maybe be an Auror… “I can go back if he’s gone?” He repeated, more to himself. “If he goes, I don’t want to get your hopes up, but if he’s gone, then yes.” Professor Weasley said gently. When Sebastian went to bed that night, hearing Garreth throwing his trunk down the stairs for tomorrow, he allowed himself for the first time ever to wonder what it may be like to wear Slytherin robes again, to hold a wand again. Even homework would be so welcome, he would even be happy to ride a broomstick high up in the sky if it meant being back in his own world. The Gaunts wouldn’t be able to get to him at Hogwarts, he could go outside again, live again. He lay there, longing to see the castle, the lake, even his wand. He wanted it all back.

The next morning, Garreth was looking for a place to sit on the train, there was an empty carriage but Ominis Gaunt was sitting in it, with a madman grin on his face, his eyes wide and staring, hissing to that snake of his. Garreth liked Gaunt, they had many classes together, but right now Garreth would rather ride on the roof than be in there alone with Gaunt. The guy did scare Garreth sometimes, and he knew if he went in there, would he be able to keep quite about Sebastian? Garreth moved on, leaving Gaunt grinning like a madman and as he did so, he passed Poppy Sweeting who was clutching a letter to her chest and grinning as equally as mad as Gaunt. Maybe today as a special grin like a lunatic day? If so, he didn’t get the memo. In the end, he found a carriage with Leander and Natsai. “Hey” Garreth said, sliding the door closed as he took his seat. He kept his word to his parents and his Aunte, when asked how his Easter had been, he just replied with, “Oh, normal really. My little sister got picked on by a gang of gnomes again.”

As normal, the train pulled in, the carriages took the students to the school and dinner was served. Professor Black did not grace them with his presence but stayed locked up in his office, still nursing his wounds. Everything was normal at Hogwarts and the summer term was ready to start, the moon rose into the sky and darkness fell upon Hogwarts, with the students and staff all going to sleep for their early starts the next morning. Yet hours after dark, the doors to the school opened once more.

Poppy knew what she was doing would make her grandmother scowl in disapproval, meeting a boy after dark and on her own was so scandalous, Poppy couldn’t believe she was doing it. However Marvolo was the one, she knew it. He had been writing to her all Easter, he spoke words to her that resonated with her soul. He wanted to save all the beasts; he had laid out plans to her about travelling the world to rescue dragons. Tonight, they were going to monitor Mooncalfs to see if they would dance in the late spring moonlight. Marvolo was not only deeply committed to protecting animals, but he was unbelievably good looking and very handsome. There was also something about his surname, everybody had told her the Gaunts were scary, but Marvolo was nothing but charming and beautiful, he was a kindred soul. She hadn’t told any of her friends that she was leaving her bed tonight and nobody had seen her leaving the school. Marvolo was waiting just outside the school grounds for her, he said he would bring blankets and food so they could stay out all night watching the dance of the Mooncalf. She eagerly rushed down the lawns in the moonlight and there by the winged boar gates, she could see him waiting for her. She opened the gates and walked outside the grounds of Hogwarts with a large smile on her face. “Marvolo!” She beamed at him. He flashed her that beautiful smile of his, his dark hair was reflecting the moon, almost turning it into a shinny dark blue and his eyes reflected back the flames held on the torches, lighting the path.

“Hello sweet, little Poppy.” He said, his head titled slightly as she stepped closer to him, a strangle little grin on his face. His eyebrows moved up in a mischievous way. Poppy giggled nervously, why was she suddenly on edge? Poppy looked at his grin, there was something unnerving around it, she couldn’t say what it was, but she preferred his smile, it was warmer. His grin was sort of... she didn't like it. She had just opened her mouth to ask him how he was when she noticed the bag was empty. It hung limp over his shoulder, there was clearly no blankets or food in there, why had he brought such a big bag for? While she had been standing there, she had never noticed the giant snake uncoiling itself up from the shadows, nor did she notice Marvolo’s wand had been in his hand all this time. It wasn’t only the moonlight that then shone in Marvolo’s hair, but wand light. His had moved his wand the exact same time that the snake had struck. And Poppy didn’t even have time to scream out before landing on the ground.

Yes. That would teach Ominis never to play games with him. His father had asked him awkward questions, leaving Marvolo to admit it was a wind up for Ominis and Marvolo was not going to risk his father's anger just over a joke with his brother. "Sorry Poppy, but it's just not going to work out, you know I only ever asked you on a date to annoy my brother, don't you?" He sneered as Mori started his work. "It's not you, its me. I'm just too much of a snake like that. I also don't particular enjoy the company of people whose blood is filthy as yours." He chuckled, then glanced up at Hogwarts in the dark, he knew what he should do next.

When the sun rose once more, Hogwarts had found itself in possession of a grotesque new addition to the Castle’s artwork. Suspended in the air, meters up and hoovering above the lawn was Poppy Sweeting. Her eyes were open wide and staring, her arms that were stretching out over her head were covered in hundreds of bites that dripped small streams of blood down to her robes. Her shoes had been removed and her feet were bleeding. She seemed to be silently screaming.

The castle was awoken by horrified screams and cries from Madam Kogawa as she went to lay out broomsticks for that morning’s flying class.

[krethes]

@wolfstarmicrofic Day Twelve: roar

C/w: violence!

"Remus, it's fine, lea-"

"Come off it, Evans, this has been a long time coming!"

"Oi, don't talk to my girl that way, Black!"

"I don't need you defending my honor, Potter. Or you, Remus!"

"Too late. He's got that look."

Remus barely registers the conversation happening behind him as he stands toe-to-toe with Severus Snape. The blood pumping through his adrenaline-soaked heart is a deafening roar, followed up by a loop of the vitriolic litany that just spun from the other boy's mouth: mudblood (at Lily), half-breed, monster.

He's had it. Snape wants a monster? He'll show him a fucking monster. Remus raises his wand with a vicious whip and a growled, "Diffindo!" but his spell goes wide as something ("Sectumsempra!") bigger, sharper, cuts deep into his leg.

He sees red.

Remus lunges to the furious, loyal shouts of his friends and tackles Snape to the ground, teeth bared and snarling. Sirius was once stupid enough to provoke him on the full moon; one would think Snape would have learned his fucking lesson.

His face inches from Snape's, he drinks in the look of pure, startled terror. "It's me you should be afraid of, not the wolf," Remus whispers as he cocks back his fist and swings. His blood spills red—not greasy oil black as half-expected—and Remus does it again, delighting in the visceral sound of bones breaking. Bite him, bite him, bite him! the wolf demands, foaming, frothing at the mouth. Put him in his place!

"Mr Mulciber, if this is yet another attempt at trying to woo your way into the Slug Club, it simply won't work!" Slughorn's chortle breaks through Remus's rage fog, and four arms haul him off Snape's unconscious form.

"Time to go, Moony," Sirius laughs under his breath, wicked glee on his face, kisses him briskly to diffuse the rest of the haze, and they bolt before Slughorn can see them.

If Snape sits in his dorm hearing Remus's blood-curdling, bone-wrenching screams and chilling howl, Remus hopes he'll feel his broken nose and lie awake, fearing the man in the monster. He's done pretending to tolerate. He's done sitting idly by while people attack his friends.

He's done.

They want a war? They want to provoke the wolf?

Remus will blow the house down. 

[refugeforyork]

Tba

BASICS

name: marlene “mars” min-hee mckinnon

age: twenty four

gender: cisfemale (she/her)

attraction: bisexual

blood status: half blood

former house: gryffindor

patronus: hawk

amortentia: sandalwood, bonfire, baked apples, fresh book pages

boggart: her family's corpses 

allegiance: order of the phoenix, dumbledore, family, and friends

occupation: order member 

residence: varies

APPEARANCE 

hair: long, dark, and wavy

eyes: dark brown

skin: fair

height: 5'7ft

build: scrawny

other: three lobe piercings in her left ear, two in her right along with an industrial.

PERSONALITY 

optimistic, humorous, brave, straightforward

disorganized, mischievous, impulsive, confrontational 

BIO

childhood

maybe it was being born into a family with three older brothers (and an eventual younger sister) or her eccentric parents, but marlene was a rowdy tomboy pretty much from the moment she could walk. as a young child, she would climb up the trees in her backyard, wrestle in the mud with her siblings, try and catch frogs in the local creak, play football with her brothers, etc. there was hardly a time that she didn't come home caked in the filth of the day, much to her father's chagrin and her mother's good natured clucking.

unfortunately, it wasn't all fun and games for young marlene. as a child, the girl had a rather explosive temper and would often get into fights with the other kids in the neighborhood. it wasn't as if she went out of her way to hurt anyone, she just had no tolerance for bullies or cruelty. despite being a scrawny brat, she typically scrapped by okay, but after one incident that landed her in the hospital with a concussion, her parents decided that it was time for a more professional intervention. so there on afterwards, marlene was enrolled in counseling and certain extracurricular activities to curve her more volatile behavioral patterns. 

hogwarts years

things had settled down a bit for marlene by the time she had gotten her letter. and for a short while, things were peaceful: she was sorted into gryffindor, made friends, and did normal kids stuff. but things don't stay golden forever, and the peace was bound to end. 

being a half blood, marlene always felt like she had the best of both worlds, muggle and magic, and she never thought there was anything wrong with that until her first year at hogwarts. half breed. mudblood. dirty blood. blood traitor. it was the first time she had heard those words hurled at her and those around her so ferociously. it wasn't that her parents never explained the bigotry of the world or that she never experienced it before from muggles, but she figured that a world full of magic would have been more socially evolved. it was a quick and painful realization that such a thing was a fantasy. 

things didn't get better. if anything, they got worse and worse as the years went by, especially after tom riddle finalized his iron grip on the wizarding world. it had become so dangerous and hostile that the mckinnons had to flee their home in london for scotland. but they didn't all make it. marlene and only one of her siblings survived the trek, though it didn't feel like it.

adulthood

to say the following years were basically ground zero would have been an understatement. not only did mars have to deal with her personal grief, everyone had to face the tyranny that had engulfed them. those facts made it practically a given for her to join the order. life practically became a blur ever since.

OTHER

her father was a pureblood wizard from scotland who moved to england in his twenties. it was there that he met hye-ran, a muggleborn who immigrated from south korea. despite his family's objections, they fell in love and got married in a whirlwind romance. the rest is history.

marlene hasn't had a permanent residence since the mckinnons fled from their home. depending on her assignments, she'll rough it or find temporary housing. outside of that, she couchsurfs. because of that, she has few possessions. which is fine. she's never needed much.

despite the direness of everything, marlene tries to find light and joy where she can, and create it where she can't.

she still has her old skateboard from her hogwarts years.

she had wanted to become a curse breaker as a student. now, it's kind of up in the air.

camping, hiking, swimming, etc. mars has always loved nature and outdoor activities.

WANTED CONNECTIONS 

any and all

[scaryspears]

Why don't you apologise? (Draft)

I'm gonna start by saying this is a chapter I wrote on this fanfic I'm writing. I'm really happy with this chapter and I'm wondering about the opinions of whoever reads it. The story is on the Archive of our Own website. It's about Fem Severus Snape who raises the son of Sirius Black and doesn't become a death eater. One of the ships is a one-sided Sirius Black/Severus Snape, where Sirius has an obsession with Snape but she doesn't return his feelings. If anyone wants more context I'm gonna slyly suggest (advertise) reading my story. Spoilers: The son in question is named Caesar and Sirius doesn't know it's his son, but believes it's Regulus' son. Caesar was adopted by Snape.

Have yet to see more obsessed Sirius so I'm writing them myself.

Sirius was at home alone, sitting in the living room in silence downing some whisky. The home in question used to be owned by his uncle Alphard, and while Alphard was a purist and dark wizard, he loved his nephew very much, or maybe he hated Walburga that much. As a final middle finger to his older sister he gave everything he owned that wasn't directly connected to the Black lordship to her most disgraced child. It was weird of Alphard to leave him some gold and a home, but he was always the strange one in the family.

Sirius never understood his dear uncle. Alphard and Regulus had the same doppelganger, and Sirius himself had the face of Sirius the 2nd, and was less like either of them. Walburga also made sure he was a walking copy of her. That didn't stop Sirius from theorising, it helped with his investigation skills.

Sirius always hated the leash she kept on him, and Alphard saw that. Alphard discreetly rejected his own father's ways, in what, Sirius had yet to discover. Alphard taught him well, guiding him on how to piss off his own mother. Sirius did every step in understanding glory. He made it his mission to show her who should be in control by doing the opposite of what she wanted, and while a lot of his punishments included the cruciatus he grew accustomed to them. He even grew to enjoy them. This is love isn't it? Walburga did that to show him she loved him.

So Sirius pissed her off even more. He made friends with a Potter, who came from a light family, and joined Gryffindor house, the breeding ground for blood traitors and mudbloods everywhere. What was great about James is that he wasn't like any other light child Sirius came across, there was a familiarity with him. Sure, he turned out to be equally as dark, but you'd think he'd at least try to be light. Remus as well, who was alright for a half blood. Those were Sirius' thoughts at the time. Who knew there was a beast underneath Remus? Sirius secretly admired Moony, the creature could cause so much destruction, and Sirius honestly believed he should let Moony take control more often. 

Why did any of this matter? He was going over what his nephew had told him. He knew what he should do, but didn't understand the steps. Even if the answer was clear it was hard for him to get to the point of it.

I was taught that I was showing love. Sirius thought to himself. I know that everything is wrong now, but how much of it was?

"It's not real love you felt for mum." came a voice in the back of his mind. It sounded like Caesar. His nephew. "I read about it. I've seen it. I've felt it. My eyes don't spark up like yours do when I think of my dear Lavender." Sirius didn't recall his nephew saying those things. "There's no way a crush looks like that. I don't doubt that you loved her, but there was no way everything was love."

The intruding voice said it like an echo.

"Grandma didn't love Grandpa, now did she? She only loved the ownership, the power. She claimed him ever since she first saw him, just like Pollux saw Irma. Just like Cygnus saw Druella." He felt a chill. "Just like you saw mama."

Sirius did claim her, this was true. He decided she was his. His darling. A strong woman to break, and when she starts accepting him into her heart he treats her well. It made sense at the time. Surely it still does. Petunia loves hurting him, she likes the pain too. It wasn't bad for them.

"You're just like them. Your family. Insane, carrying some kind of sickness or oddity. And each curse has a counter to it."

As eager as Sirius was, there was no way he'd bed anyone by the age of 13. Sirius didn't hate muggles. Severina was half blooded, his heart decided she was the one, there was no way. Besides, Petunia... The feelings he felt for her were natural. She made him submit.

"Thankfully for her, too bad for you, someone got to her first. Loved her before you could."

Oh, Regulus. Regulus! That dear little brother of his. Death was announced in the daily prophet, Sirius recalled reading the words. They didn't know who the killer was. And then came Orion's passing. Sirius wasn't invited to the funeral but it was right there on the daily prophet. Right after Regulus' own announcement. Sirius didn't understand why it was important for everyone to see, but it was important for him.

How was it for Regulus? Loving her? Was it natural or was it something else? Did he hurt her? There was no way, Walburga hardly saw the point in Regulus, he had Orion's weakness. What was that weakness? 

That's why Regulus never had to apologise. He never hurt anyone, physically. James' wife says otherwise, she believed he broke Sev's heart. Nothing Evans said could be trusted, she wasn't that smart, but she knew the most about Severina's past self. She knew that Severina and Regulus went out. She approved. He must've been good to her if Evans approved.

All Sirius did was hurt her, he would know. He enjoyed doing it. He even made up a nickname for the best memory, she never cried afterwards. He hasn't seen her cry since their first year. Looking back, maybe that was best. He didn't deserve that privilege. Seeing a happier version of her was more preferable. She didn't damn him, but she hid her contempt. He saw it in her eyes but with how unreadable her face was he didn't see it, too busy enjoying her presence.

Sometimes it was like looking at a different person.

What else did Sirius do, to have his own nephew confront him about it? He now concluded the pain part, but there was something else. Something else. Something else.

Wait, that night.

That full moon.

He wanted to share his secret with her. 

His best friend, Prongs saved her. That was his fault.

She almost died. He almost lost her, that was him. Sirius could never murder his own wife, but that night said otherwise and Dumbledore did nothing about it. He just made it worse. They all deserved to rot in Azkaban.

"That's right, you're getting there. Keep thinking, old man." came Caesar's voice.

I almost killed her.

"Bingo."

"I almost killed her." he said out loud.

If Sirius didn't understand the saying of blood going cold he definitely did now, as the image of those scared black eyes replayed in his mind.

Yes, I fancasted Aya Cash as fem Snape while she was in her Stormfront attire.

[endlessly-cursed]

HL- Mandy Parkinson

𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙛𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨, 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝘼𝙥𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩

Name: Maddalena Erin Parkinson 

Nicknames: Mandy

Birthdate: 1st of June, 18xx 

Zodiac Sign: Gemini 

Personality Type (MBTI): tbd 

Blood Status: Pureblood 

Nationality: British 

Physical Appearance

Hair: Dark brown 

Eyes: Blue/brown (depends on the light) 

Height: 1.55m 

Weight: 48kg 

Body Type: Small

Skin Tone: Caucasian 

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): a small birthmark on her lower back, a star tattoo on her shoulder blade 

Background

Mandy Parkinson was the daughter of pureblood father John Parkinson and Maria Amalia Crouch. She grew up as the only daughter and shadowed by her four tall, dark and handsome brothers, all whom inherited vast things, while she only had her dowry should she marry an equal pureblood man. 

She was raised by nannies who expected her to be perfect and breed her to be a submissive, quiet and controlling wife, and soon her father began negotiations of a marriage with the heir of the Yaxley family, but was cut after the death of the patriarch. She grew to be spoiled, meddlesome, bitchy and believing the ‘mudblood’ and half-blood girls were jealous of her and wanted to be her, which gained her enemies in every other houses. She believed herself superior to other non-wealthy and pureblood women, belittling them and trying to make them believe that no man of a certain status would ever look their own way. 

Hometown

Parkinson Manor is one of the most imposing, opulent and luxurious houses, showing off their wealth and blood status, decorated with serpents and other tokens to threaten invaders and rivals. She grew up by nannies, rarely going out, too busy making of her a lady that would be the wife of a pureblood man. 

Family

Mother: Maria Amalia Parkinson, neé Crouch 

A quiet, submissive and prone to be a people pleaser, she grew up distant of her daughter, focusing on her heir, neglecting the other. Her beauty was her best asset and one of the very first reasons her father married her, which drove her mad when her husband had numerous affairs, eventually locking her up in the attic, only allowing to see her only daughter when she was about to walk down the aisle. 

Father: John Parkinson 

The typcal pureblood man of the era, he never truly cared for his daughter, too focused on his sons to even acknowledge her sometimes, Though subtlely, he was mentally abusive towards his wife and daughter, reducing them to the status he had given them and their beauty and ability to give sons, which ended up with his wife being locked in the attic, declaring her ‘mad’ and leaving his daughter to harsh and overly strict tutors and nannies. The moment she married and had her dowry, she never contacted her father again. 

Hogwarts

House: Slytherin 

Best Class: Potions 

Worst Class: DADA 

Boggart: Her father never truly leaving her live 

Riddikulus: She could never successfully cast it 

Patronus: Mandy can’t cast a patronus 

Patronus Memory: She has no happy memories 

Mirror of Erised: Being married to someone who loves her as she is, not only her status and beauty 

Amortentia (what she smells like): gooseberries, lillies, expensive soap and cologne and freshly washed linen 

Amortentia (what she smells): woodsmoke, earl grey tea, tbd 

Career

11-18: Hogwarts student 

20-Retirement: Housewife

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: Procuring a good marriage, escaping her father and releasing her mother 

Strengths: Ambitious, cunning, highly smart and never aims low 

Weaknesses: Pureblood supremacist, easily indoctrinated, close-minded and a bully, jealous, overzealous and can be clingy and controlling 

Stressed: Around her father and brothers 

Calm/Comforted: Alone, playing the harp 

Favorites

Colors: Green, black and white 

Weather: Cloudy 

Hobbies: Playing the harp, sewing, singing, reciting poetry and fashion 

Fashion: She dresses showing off her wealthy status and beauty, remarking on her eyes and her generous cleavage 

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: tbd 

Friends: tbd 

Rivals: Primrose Gray, Cecilia Balinor, the entire house of Gryffindor, tbd 

Trivia

Her father negotiated a possible marriage between the only son of Castor Yaxley and herself, but was cancelled after the death of Mr. Yaxley 

On sixth year, she got into a huge fight with Lady Gray, resulting with her nose broken- which sparked an intense rivalry between the two of them over the affections of Laurent Yaxley ( @slytherindisaster​ ) 

Though she tends to bully and make cry half-bloods and muggleborns, she does feel a small remorse 

She does not take well rejection, hence her enormous and fragile ego and entitlement 

She is regarded as one of Slytherin’s beauties and examples of a ‘true woman’ 

She often flirts with other women’s betrothed to bully them further and prove that she could have anyone 

At one point, she tried to convince the Di Napolis to marry her to the firstborn, Ernest, and he rejected her, which resulted in her throwing a tantrum that ended up in scandal, for he had rejected her for a half-blood Gryffindor, thing she took as a personal insult to herself @beloved-bucky​

At one point in her 40s she grows out of her childish behaviour and while she’s too proud to make amends, she no longer behaves like that. Marriage have changed her perspective by now 

[wellpresseddaisy]

Use Any Means

Part 2

Mere hours later, Hagrid touched down in one of the alleys behind Knockturn. Harry peered about.

"Hagrid, this isn't Surrey," he began.

"Well now, no, it isn't, 'Arry. We have a few things to do and I…I don' think you're goin' back to your relatives." Hagrid pocketed the keys for the bike and ushered Harry toward the main road. He'd landed perfectly, right behind the pub he wanted.

"Is…is this Knockturn?" Ignoring the bit about not going back seemed safest for the moment. Harry startled a bit at the hand in his face but it was only Hagrid pulling up his hood.

"Yes, but you'll be safe with me. Without me, too, I reckon, now. There's things we need to talk about a minute before we go on. I reckon you deserve to know as much as you can. Just, keep the hood up." He got Harry into the pub and nodded to the barman. 

They'd known each other a long time, him and Jacko. Were in Slytherin together, the mudblood and the half breed. Oh, the Slytherins had more manners than to say it out loud, or they'd learned manners once he pasted them, but they both knew. They knew what was kept behind those pursed up mouths. 

Jacko held up a key and Hagrid went up to take it. 

"It's properly silenced, as you wanted. Take the time you need."

"I'll leave the key once we're done." He didn't need the countrified accent here. It was the one he'd been born with, but no one kept a local accent long in Slytherin. You learned the way the upper set spoke or you…well, you didn't get far.

Harry managed to hold onto his questions until Hagrid locked the door to an upper room behind them. It held only the table and two chairs set before a crackling fire. Harry, chilled after the flight though it was Summer, moved toward the warmth.

The place reminded him of the Leaky, but cleaner. It had the open pub downstairs and rooms to let upstairs. Hagrid poured them both a tumbler of water and took a seat at the table. That brought Harry back from the fire to sit with him.

"Hagrid, why are we here? You were supposed to bring me back to Surrey." Harry rotated his tumbler as he asked, staring at the table. "How do you know these people?"

"I don't think you'd best go back there." Hagrid answered slowly. "Not after…not after. And there are things you need to do now. You were left a legacy."

"Yes, and I want to know about that, but how…how did you get me away and how do you know the barman?" His brain had finally caught up.

"You just have to know how to present things is all, Harry. Dumbledore saw my way of thinking, taking you on the bike to keep you safe and give you some quiet. And, er, Snape agreed. And Jacko and me go back a ways. We were in Slytherin together." Hagrid readied himself for just about any response.

"You told me once that not one person in Slytherin didn't go bad. Are…what are you going to do with me?" Harry stared fixed at the table, hands tight around his tumbler.

"Included myself in that, you know. I kept werewolf pups under my bed and followed that up with an acromantula in a box. Those aren't the actions of a good person. Getting expelled…well, that probably saved me from going further down that path. And the plan is to get you to Gringotts and then somewhere safe, where you'll be looked after."

"Blast-ended skrewts." Harry grouched, shoulders coming down from around his ears at Hagrid's plan.

"Ah, yeah, sorry about those. The Tri-Wiz committee asked for a novel creature and gave me a breeding license. Didn't go quite as planned."

Harry's head snapped up at that. "What had you planned?!"

"Something a bit less…explosive. I wasn't trying to singe you."

Harry snorted. 

"Well, sometimes our plans don't work and we have to keep moving."

"What…what's the legacy?" Harry's shoulders went up around his ears again. "I should know that, shouldn't I?"

A boy his age, Hagrid thought, shouldn't give up on lines of questioning so easily. Any Weasley would still be pestering him to death.

"You should know. Should have known well before now. Sirius Black blood adopted you as a baby. He was meant to be back up, official back up, if the worst happened. You weren't ever meant to go to your mother's people. He really was your family, Harry. You're the Black Heir." Hagrid tried to speak gently but wanted it said.

Harry popped out of his seat and paced, pulling at his hair. "I can't be. That's Malfoy. He's been crowing about it for weeks now. All his mother's plans."

"Nah." Hagrid waved a hand. "That chinless brat? The Black Family Magics would eat him alive. I knew some of them at school. Mad as cats in a sack, they were, but brilliant. Malfoy hasn't got what it takes. And anyway, his mum's…either a tertiary or quaternary line now. He's well out of it."

"But…I'm just Harry! I don't know how…and I…not without Hermione and Ron." His pacing took him back to the fire.

"They should be waiting at the bank for us. Gringotts holds the Black Family Lineage. We'll get you confirmed and then somewhere safe. I, er, know someone who can help." He'd had to lean on Andromeda a bit, but Blacks always paid their debts of honor.

Came in handy, helping a girl elope.

"But I'm a Potter!" Harry spun back toward Hargid, arms wide. "That's got to disqualify me."

"That doesn't mean…Harry, you'll always be a Potter. That won't change. You just got…an extra." He likely wasn't the best person for this, but there wasn't anyone else. 

Snape, for example, had all the tact and delicacy of a Bombarda to the chest when it concerned Harry. Dumbledore wanted to hide him in Surrey for his own reasons. And Andromeda looked a bit too much like Bella for Hagrid to be comfortable with her around Harry just yet.

"But why you? Why didn't Sirius…" his voice broke and he turned away.

"Because I knew and someone needed to do something. I dunno why Sirius didn't tell you any of this. Maybe he sank too far into the past or his own misery. There are scared, desperate kids at Hogwarts right now. I think you'll help get them away if they don't want to fight. That's the real why."

"Malfoy?" Harry sneered.

Poor kid didn't have a face for sneering. Wasn't a patch on Snape, now.

"And Nott. And the Parkinson chit. And Rawleigh and Danforth from Ravenclaw. Some are Slytherin, yeah, but they're in all houses. Some are even muggleborn."

"I didn't know." Harry spoke quietly, the tension seeping out of him. "I'll do what I can to help."

"I know you will, Harry. You always do."

"Hermione and Ron are waiting?" Harry's voice sounded small, unsure, and it struck Hagrid how very young he still was. Still thought things like House rivalries and Quidditch were important.

"I'm not a complete dunce, Harry. You wouldn't do anything without them along."

"Why doesn't Dumbledore want me to know?" 

"He hasn't shared his real reasons. Just that you're too young yet."

Harry just sighed and moved back across the room to him. "It won't hurt to see if…if it'll have me."

"All right Harry. We can go from here. Jacko opened the Floo and Gringotts is expecting us." He stood and pulled a pouch of Floo powder out of his coat pocket.

"Is there anything you don't have in there?" Harry managed a weak smile.

"Well, I think I evicted the dormice about a year or so back." Hagric patted him on the shoulder and offered the bag. "Just say Gringotts Reception nice and clear."

He watched Harry disappear into the green flames and hoped he'd made the right decision. Too late for doubts, now. Hagrid set the room key on the table and followed Harry. He'd see this through.