#technically mudbloods

[atdhpgirl]

When a Muggle-born girl from Hogwarts is more reliable than Google and other search engines:

[lilahisntsadanymore]

Blood status seems to become less important when you acknowledge the actual feeling of love. What will Theo do when Y/n comes to the terms with the differences between them being impossible to ignore?

Pairing: Theo Nott x granger!reader

Words count: 1.9k

Author's note: My apologies for keeping you waiting so long, but I finally got some time off at uni!! Wishing you all a good year!!

Kind of a 2nd part of this fic, but you can read it without the previous one

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Keep you safe

One evening, Theo was waiting in the library. Waiting for a person he never expected to talk to. Y/n Granger. He found himself feeling a bit nervous, even though there was no reason.

Thinking about Y/n made him feel something. A feeling he never felt before. Slughorn said it's love, the muggle kind of love, the purest form, not induced by anything supernatural.

Theo decided to read about it. Hoping to find some book about it, he asked the librarian. She gave him a book specifically about love potions and spells. One of the first chapters was just what Theo was looking for.

"How to tell the difference between love and infatuation caused by magic." He whispered the first sentence to himself.

He started reading, his mind realizing what he got himself into as his gaze brushed over the text. Well, technically it wasn't his own fault and apparently also not the girl's fault.

But there must've been a reason. If love was a part of biology, brain chemistry, there had to be some logical factor.

"What are you reading?"

When Theo heard Y/n's voice right next to him, he immediately closed the book, causing it to make a loud sound.

"You took such a long time I got bored." He replied.

"Don't be so shy," the girl shifted her eyes to the title of the book, "oh, love potions and spells? But we're doing something completely different."

"Really? I couldn't care less, forgot what we were supposed to do." Surely one thing he'd love to do was making out with her on that table.

Y/n put her homework on the table.

"Read it and tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing is wrong, I just-"

"What's wrong with my text, Nott. I didn't ask how you were doing."

"Right."

Theo took the papers and started reading. The text was written with the most beautiful handwriting he's ever seen. So elegant, so precise.

"How long did it take you to write?" He asked.

"One evening. It was easier than you'd think."

"I think it's extremely easy." He bragged. "Anyway, is that all? Or do you wanna add something?"

"Well, Slughorn thought it's necessary for you to help me. Is there anything you think should be added?"

"Uh, no, it looks fine," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

"Fine? Theodore Nott, the perfectionist Slytherin, settles for 'fine'? I expected more from you."

"Look, it's not my homework, it's yours. I don't know why I agreed to help you, but it was pointless."

"You got yourself into this, could've said no."

"What the fuck am I even doing?" Theo asked rather himself than the girl. "I don't need to be helping a mudblood, who cares what grade you'll get." With these words, he stood up.

"Because-" Y/n stuttered. "Because... I've heard your conversation with Slughorn. And you said... that you liked me."

"Me? Liking you?" He snorted with laughter. "What the hell, Granger?"

Tears formed in Y/n's eyes as she watched Theo walk away. Sure, he was mean to her before, this wasn't the first time. But this time was somehow different.

Y/n could swear she heard Theo confessing to Slughorn that he's actually in love with her. It's not possible her brain played tricks on her. Plus Hermione said Theo told her about his feelings for Y/n.

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Harry walked onto the astronomy tower. Y/n was supposed to be back a long time ago. Ron and Hermione also wanted to go there, but Harry asked to let him go alone.

Harry knew where Y/n was thanks to the Map. He felt such relief not seeing Nott's name next to hers. She was standing alone, leaning on the banister. There was something in her hand, Harry couldn't see well in the dark, but from the smell he realized it was a cigarette.

"I didn't know you smoke." He spoke.

Y/n expected this to happen, she was aware of Harry's feelings towards her. She took one last drag from her cigarette then dropped it on the ground, put it out with her shoe and kicked off the tower.

"Why do you keep doing this?" Y/n asked, smoke leaving through her mouth. "I knew you're gonna look at your silly little map to see where I am."

"We were starting to get worried. Theo is... you know, dangerous. We got scared he would hurt you."

And he did. Theo did hurt Y/n, just not physically.

"Hermione should be here instead. But, let me guess, you told her you'll check up on me."

"Maybe," Harry admitted finally, "do you know why? Because I actually care about you. I've had feelings for you for years. I deserve you, not Nott. I deserve you, because-"

"Because you're the chosen one?" She mocked and paused. "Look, Harry, I like you as a friend. I've never felt anything more than this. I can't change how I see you and I won't pretend otherwise."

He nodded, acceptance settling in. "I get it. I just... I thought if I cared enough, it would make a difference."

"Caring is important, Harry, but it doesn't always lead to the feelings we hope for."

"Whoever you date, just don't date Nott, please."

"I promise I won't. Not after today, I'm over him."

"Care to share what happened?"

"I'll tell you, Hermione and Ron in the common room. Let's go, I've been here too long."

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Y/n didn't even know how wrong she was that night on the astronomy tower, but she forgot about it. Weeks went by, Christmas had passed, everyone were back from the break. Classes started again and Y/n found herself hoping to catch a glimpse of Theo.

They kept exchanging glances on the corridors, accidentally bumping into each other in the crowds. Y/n wanted to believe Theo liked her, but even if he did, they could never work.

"Y/n, listen to me," he said, catching her when she was alone in the library one time. "I know how things have been between us, but during the break I... I realized I don't wanna keep being enemies."

"Theo, you know it could never work. You said what you said and maybe it's better to leave it this way."

"I contemplated a lot," it was true, he spent the break mostly in his room, drowning in thoughts. About her, about them, coming to terms with what he was feeling. "I decided to accept my feelings."

"That's great for you, but we could never work. I've always 'fancied' you, I guess, despite what you were doing, ironically, but the time we worked on my project together, I accepted we could never work."

"And why's that?"

Y/n took a deep breath, wondering if he was stupid or just pretending. Maybe it was a bet he had with someone. Maybe Draco dared him to do this.

"You don't see how different we are? What do you expect is gonna happen? Would you introduce me to your father? Wouldn't you care that I'd get you disowned?"

Theo looked at her, Y/n could see sadness in his eyes. She realized her words made him realize the differences between them, because he walked away. Theo walked away without a word.

Y/n pierced her own heart with an invisible knife. She was really hoping they could work, but it just wasn't possible in this universe. Maybe there was a universe where none of this purity bullshit didn't exist. Y/n wished she would've been born there.

Y/n couldn't predict what Theo was going to do. She thought her words made him give up on her. It was for the best, of course, she should've focused on her studies firstly, and then on a realistic relationship.

It was a Friday. Y/n was sitting next to Ginny by the Gryffindor table. It was dinner time, all the students gathered in the Great Hall. All the students besides one Slytherin, the one that Y/n hoped to see. Maybe it was weird, but she enjoyed the sad looks they'd pass to each other.

"Hey, Y/n, are you listening?" Hermione asked from across the table.

"Sure," Y/n quickly shifted her eyes to her sister. "You were talking about Defence Against the Dark Arts."

"You've got divided attention. Stop looking at the Slytherin table."

"Ugh," Ginny groaned, "were you doing this again? Merlin, you stare at this Slytherin git 90% of the time."

"Well, he isn't here today. I wonder where he could be. Everyone else is here."

"There he is," Ron pointed out, rolling his eyes.

The golden trio and two younger Gryffindors looked at the doors' direction. Theo had just walked into the Great Hall, but surprisingly he didn't walk towards his table. He walked towards Y/n.

"Y/n," he spoke, catching everyone's attention. People were reading to witness another argument. "I can't help this, I love you."

Shocked noises came from all the tables, but Slytherins kept whispering between each other also when Theo continued talking.

"I don't care what anyone says, anyone thinks. Love is not meant to be controlled, it kills me to fight it."

Y/n stood up from the table, ready to leave the room.

"Theo, stop," she begged, "you're embarrassing us both. Your friends will-"

"I don't care what they do. If they don't accept it, they're not my friends. If anyone wants to fight me for having feelings for a muggleborn, I can fight, I've never lost a duel."

The whole Great Hall fell silent, even the teachers didn't try to intervene, when they saw Theo pulling out a small, black velvet box.

"I want you to wear this ring," he opened the box, "as my promise to always protect you from whoever tries to harm you or our relationship."

"It's beautiful, but..." Y/n was speechless by the sight of the ring. It was silver with two gemstones forming a subtle heart - half emerald and half ruby.

"It was custom made and if you accept it, I'll once get you a matching engagement ring. Also, there are thorns which will hurt you when you try taking it off. I want you forever, Y/n Granger."

The ring in the black velvet box sparkled under the enchanted ceiling. The Great Hall remained in silence as Theo poured his heart out, confessing his love. The unexpected turn of events had everyone on edge.

Slytherins exchanged intrigued glances, Gryffindors shared confused looks and even the teachers seemed to not know how to react. Y/n could feel the weight of everyone's eyes on her, and for a moment, she considered the potential consequences of accepting Theo's proposal.

"Theo," she began, her voice breaking, "it's not that simple."

"I know it is. But I can't keep hiding my feelings, Y/n. I've tried, and it's tearing me apart. I'll protect you from whatever comes our way."

Y/n looked at the ring, then back at him. "I believe in second chances. And I appreciate your sincerity. I accept the ring, Theo."

Theo carefully took the ring from the box and gently slid it onto Y/n's finger. The Great Hall burst with cheering and applause, only the Slytherin table didn't seem so enthusiastic about this.

Theo placed his hands on Y/n's waist, pulling her in for a kiss. She didn't hesitate to kiss him back, her hands sinking in his dense her yet the ring on her finger still visible, reflecting the light from the ceiling.

[halfblood-princes-crown]

I have to say Severus Snape is one sexy badass!he protected Harry for Lily, though I think the fact she never forgave him over the whole “Mudblood” slur is so stupid!. Real friends would protect someone that was being tortured! Yes tortured! You probably think I’m crazy for saying this but if Lily evens truly cared about Severus should would not have laughed at him, or sided with her bigoted housemates from Gryffindor. I mean did she Love James or his money?

I agree that she shouldn't have laughed or sided with James, especially considering she laughed before Snape said mudblood, but I don't really blame her for being mad about mudblood after the fact.

I've talked about this a lot on here but, at the end of the day, it was a pretty serious word, regardless of Snape is also technically a mudblood or not. But I think she overreacted as well.

The order of events during that whole scene is not in her favor

Before Mudblood she walked up, almost smiled at Severus being hung upside down and choked (which IRL is a form of torture called waterboarding), then stood there and flirted with James

After Mudblood, she made fun of Severus' poverty (which Im sure she knew about his familial situation) then body shamed him

I have no respect for her but I never blamed her for wanting to cut ties

I think she had been wanting to do it but Sev saying Mudblood gave her a solid reason. A lot of other events always led me to believe she didn't care about him as much as some people think

[magicbystarlight]

Before I Knew You - Part Nine

Masterlist, Part One

I appreciate all the love this fic gets, I’m sorry it’s taken so long to get the next chapter up. Thank you for reading ❤️

Summary: You’ve spent years training under Madam Pomfrey in the hopes that you would join the Healers at St. Mungo’s at graduation. But in the aftermath of the death of Albus Dumbledore, you chose to join the Order instead. When you’re forced into hiding, you find yourself alone with Bill Weasley and his new wolfish tendencies.

Word Count: 3,507

Warnings: 18+, smuuuuut, fingering, unprotected sex (there won't be any suprise pregnacy, let's just pretend all witches and wizards are on birth control), jealousy, self-image issues, Bill being a cocky little shit, some dom Bill/sub reader undertones. Minors DNI.

A/N: If you requested to be on the taglist and found that you weren’t on it, it’s mostly likely because there is not an indicator on your blog that you are 18+ which is a requirement for my taglists.

“We can discuss it more tomorrow. After he leaves.”

You’d fled left his room quickly after. 

What had you done? Why had you offered to have sex with Bill Weasley?

You knew why. 

It was Bill Weasley. One look at him explained why. But still, it was a bad idea. He was your patient. And you were technically under his protection. It was a bad idea. Really. Truly. But you couldn’t come up with an excuse convincing enough to talk yourself out of it. 

At least he won’t be in pain, you told yourself.

Sleep didn’t come easily that night, though in honesty you hadn’t slept well since that last night in Bill’s arms before Kingsley's arrival. But the tossing and turning of other nights was stilled, your eyes boring into the ceiling until the morning sun chased out the void. 

Bill was in a far better mood at breakfast. Though the conversation was far from light as Kingsley’s plans and Death Eater activity were discussed, the underlying animosity that had been a defining trait of Bill’s tone in the weeks following Kingsley’s arrival was noticeably missing. Even as he left to work, Bill’s attitude was unusually chipper.

Kingsley himself seemed in a jolly mood as you checked him over for the final time. 

“It has been very nice to get to know you better, but I have been laying in bed too long. And I wouldn’t mind a bit of payback,” he said as you jotted down the results of the diagnostic spells.

He wasn't quite as good as he had been before the attack, but he was improving. His magic worked just the same.  As far as you could tell there had been no complications of your blood mixing with his. The logical part of you knew there wouldn't be any. But years of Mudblood being mumbled from people passing you in the halls was difficult to forget. 

“Take it slow for a couple days though, okay? And don’t skip any meals and drink lots of water. If you feel even the least bit unwell or out of sorts, come straight back.”

“I’ll take care of myself. Maybe not as well as you have but," he smiled out at the ocean beyond the window as it crashed into the beach, “I have made it this far in life mostly by myself.”

The words made your heart hurt. Alastor had made it further in life, survived terrible things, yet he was gone now. Dumbledore was too. It had only taken one moment in the wrong place at the wrong time for even the most powerful and experienced wizards to be nothing but corpses. “Still, avoid the revenge plots for a week or two. Or three.”

He made no agreement to that.

The final hours of Kingsley's stay at Shell Cottage ticked by at an odd pace. There were moments that seemed to rush by as you helped him pack away what he would need. A tent Bill had pulled out of somewhere. Some defense items from Fred and George. Food. Other moments would linger unendingly. When you were alone with your thoughts and worries as Kingsley napped. Standing beneath the stream of water as every terrible thought ran through your mind. 

He could change his mind. He could have only agreed to buy himself time to let you down easier. Worse, he could have been serious. He could actually have been serious about it, but not because he wanted you. “Well not you specifically! Just the fact that you’re, you know, a person who isn’t related and, um, of the right age…”

If Bill hadn't been inflicted with his cursed wounds he would have never spared you a second glance. You weren't ugly, not by any means, but you were no Fleur. Men did not struggle to speak comprehensively in your presence. Women did not envy your very existence. You were simple. Ordinary. Pretty, but not stunning. And Bill was…extraordinary. Even with—especially with—his scars. If he had more choices, you couldn't delude yourself into believing you would make the cut. 

Those thoughts haunted you until Bill strolled in with a wide grin just before the clock read six. Kingsley was standing beside you in the kitchen watching you plate out hearty servings of shepherd’s pie. Bill's smile didn't disappear when he took in the scene, but it tightened and no longer met his eyes. 

Dinner was nothing like breakfast. Bill's gaze was searing as he sat beside you. You could feel him shift during every interaction between you and the Auror. It was like you were under observation and he did not like what he was seeing. Not that Kingsley seemed to take notice. He smiled and laughed like he was at the Burrow again, regaling a crowd of eager listeners with well practiced tales of grandiose adventure. You tried your best to follow along, but Bill was less willing to let you do so. 

At some point after the food had been finished, he’d slung an arm across the back of your chair and let his legs spread wide. Focusing on anything other than the fingers that occasionally grazed your arm or the thigh that rested lightly against yours was nearly impossible. By time the clock struck eight and Kingsley pulled his pack of supplies across his shoulder you were surprised to find yourself able to stand. 

"Take care of yourself," Kingsley said as he embraced you tightly at the door. "I am sure I shall see you again very soon." 

"Not too soon. And less bloody, please."

"I will do my best."

Bill's ears had turned a rather deep shade of crimson when Kingsley pulled away from you. You stayed behind in the kitchen to clean the last of the dishes as Bill walked him out.

The water stung as you scrubbed. Magic could have taken care of these in half the time, but the distraction was good. If you focused too much on what would happen next you were sure you would combust. Unfortunately, you ran out of dishes before you heard the pop expected of Disapparition. It made you wonder if they'd gotten lost in conversation over some Order business and if Bill had forgotten all about you. Or perhaps he was just trying to delay the time before he had to face you alone.

You shut off the water, grabbed the dish towel to dry your hands, and turned wondering if you should check in only to have your heart try to leap up your throat at the figure standing in the open doorway.

 "For Helga's sake," you huffed, hand over your chest. "I didn't hear you come in."

"He's gone," Bill said. 

"Good." You fidgeted with the towel. "We can talk."

"Talk," he said softly. The door shut loudly as he left its frame, stalking towards you. It wasn't until your back met the counter that you realized you'd been stepping back.  "I'll be bloody honest with you.” His arms were on either side to cage you in an instant. “I've spent the last twenty blasted hours thinking about how your cunt will feel wrapped around my cock—” 

The towel slipped from your hands.

“—and I don't think I'll be very intelligible until I've found out. So unless you've changed your mind, we can talk tomorrow." 

Helga help you.

He leaned in. "Have you changed your mind?"

You shook your head.

"Words, love. Use your words."

"No, sir." The words came out so low, you weren't sure they could be heard.

His forehead came to rest against yours as his eyes clenched shut. "You're going to be the death of me."

"That's sorta the opposite of what I'm trying to do," you breathed in barely more than a whisper.

His hands were on your waist, pulling himself closer. They moved slowly down your hips and back up your waist. "Is it?"

A “mmphmm” was your only response as he cupped your face. 

“Then I suppose I should kiss you before I die of curiosity.”

His lips caught yours and the world shifted. There was no air in your lungs. No beating in your heart. Nothing but his lips against yours. You had never been kissed before. Not like that. Whatever it was that you had done before couldn't even be considered anything like this. 

The moment shattered when he pulled away. A deep breath in. An almost painful hammering against your chest.

A whispered, "I'm fucked," was the last thing he said before he came crashing back. 

The calluses on his palm were rough against skin as they slid under your shirt and his tongue slipped past your lips when the feel made you gasp. It wasn't like the awkward fumblings and hesitant touches you'd experienced with Cillian, both of you still figuring it out quietly in your childhood bedroom. Bill's hands were sure of themselves as they pushed under your bra and rolled his thumbs over your nipples.

"I can already smell you." The palm of a hand flattened against your stomach and slid under the band of your pants and knickers. "Bloody hell," he said, a long finger gliding along the slick folds before plunging in, "I can just slip right in, can't I?"

You grabbed a hold of his shoulder, knees shaking beneath you. "Don't tease me," you groaned, clenching as the finger withdrew.

"This isn't teasing," he grinned, pushing it back in with a second as you squirmed. "I'll show you what teasing really is another day when I'm feeling a little more patient."

Your head fell back as his fingers worked within you like they were magic themselves. Your own had never felt this good. Nothing had ever felt this good. 

A surprised squeak escaped as his fingers retreated and you were suddenly lifted in the air and slung over his shoulders like you weighed nothing. 

“Sorry,” he said, sounding unapologetic. The soft cushions of the couch met your back as he set you down. Your jeans were undone and pulled off your legs a breath later followed by your knickers.

Instinctively, your legs tried to clamp shut to shield yourself from the hungry gaze. But Bill was faster and stronger and pried them apart. “Don’t hide from me.” The tone was stern and your legs relaxed. The blue of his eyes had darkened like the sky before a storm as he kneeled between them. His hands traveled along your thighs, over your hips, pushing the hem of your shirt up. "Take this off." It was barely over your head before he reached between you and the couch and unhooked your bra with an ease even you couldn't have accomplished.

You were hesitant to shed the last layer as the earlier worries filled your head, folding your arms to prevent the straps from falling down your arms. The dread that he'd find you as ordinary as you were pooled in your stomach.

"Why are you hiding from me?" The gentleness of his question was a stark contrast to his earlier demands. 

"I—" What could you tell him? You were scared he'd stop finding you attractive the moment he looked at your body? No. You stared at him. He was still kneeling between your spread legs. Fully clothed. "It's weird being the only one naked."

The smug satisfaction that took over his face made you wish the couch would swallow you. 

He bent forward and pressed a kiss against the your inner thigh. "Is it?" The words reverberated off your skin before he moved to the other side to repeat the kiss. "I don't recall you having a problem with it when you were the one asking me to take off my shirt for you.”

You’d only ever had him remove his shirt when you were conducting a physical. “That wa—”

“Different?” he interjected mockingly, hands finding the crease of your hips. “Why? Because you were the one in charge then?”

“I wasn’t—it was—" His grip made thoughts hard to articulate. The worries of earlier forgotten in the haze of his fingers dragging across skin. "It was a very different situation.”

His touch disappeared and the couch shifted as he straightened. "I suppose it was." You were entranced watching his fingers as he undid the buttons of his shirt, revealing a scene you'd already witnessed but never truly appreciated when the shirt was tossed to the floor. He'd gained weight since that day he'd been brought into the Hospital Wing. Slender still, but with muscles more defined. The scars were much the same having never properly healed, though they seemed to have been pulled taut across his frame.

"Because I had to sit in that bed in that room alone with you," he continued, deft fingers now working at undoing his pants, "and undress for you," he pushed them down, shifting awkwardly to pull them off his feet behind him, "and I couldn't tell you how much I wanted to fuck you."

He was left only in boxers strained nearly beyond their limits. You'd thought it had felt big, but…fuck. 

“You're drooling, love."

Your hands shot up, wiping at your mouth and allowing the bra you'd been clutching to fall away. 

It was impossible to miss the way the fabric tightened as his cock twitched. "Well ain't that a fuckin' sight." 

Then he was over you again, caging your body between his and the couch, claiming your lips. You could feel his cock pressing against you, the fabric growing damp as he ground down. The sensations were enough to get lost in as his hands began to roam. A stuttering gasp escaped as his clothed cock rubbed against your clit when his hips bucked. His lips trailed kisses to your ear as he did it again, your nails digging into his back with a whimper. 

"Gods, don't you sound desperate?" he hummed against your ear, smiling against it as his hips pulled another whimper from you. "These little noises are why I couldn't fuck you yesterday. Wanted them to be for my ears only."

Cocky fucking Gryffindor.

“Are you even going to fuck me today?” 

A dark chuckle sent vibrations through you as most of his body stilled. “If I knew you were gonna be such a brat,” one of his hands reached down and tugged his waistband, “I’d have put your mouth to better use.”

An audible smack came when his cock was freed and fell against your mound. A shiver of excitement coursed through you as he nuzzled into your neck. His hips moved back, dragging the head down over your clit and between your weeping lips. He held it there for what must have been an eternity before you whined, “Bill.”

Your hips tried to push upwards, but his hand moved to hold you firmly in place. “Yes, love?”

“Please.”

"Please what?"

Your fingers slipped through the strands of his hair and tugged until he lifted his face. "Fuck me, please."

His gaze threatened to drown you as he finally gave in to the plea and eased his cock into your eager folds. He moved slowly, your body arching with the welcome intrusion. A raspy groan of satisfaction escaped as he filled you. Your eyes fluttered at the almost painful stretch he caused.

“Gods.” He groaned, pulling out all but the tip. “Even better than I imagined.” The force of his return jolted your body, your hands gripping his biceps to brace for the next impact as his cock retreated again. "So much fucking better."

Your soft sounds of before turned high and sharp as his thrusts wrecked you. One hand held your hip and the other held his body as he leaned forward to swallow the sounds in a fevered kiss. The feeling was all consuming, each stroke a wave of pleasure that shook the ground.  It was like nothing with…

Bill drew back, his eyes following the path of his hand as it traced down your face and neck to sweep over your breasts. He continued lower until it joined his other. His mouth parted as his gaze turned to admiring how his cock sunk into you. It was a beautifully vulgar sight.

Your own admiration was rewarded with a hiss as you clenched around him. Emboldened, you did it again. The steady pace he had set faltered. 

Sharp blue eyes cut to yours, unamused. “Brat.” 

A pleased grin broke across your face and you clenched again. Rough pressure against your clit wiped it off your face a second later.

“That’s more like it,” he said as his thumb drew tight circles around the bundle of nerves. 

He found his rhythm once more despite your involuntary hold on his cock his minstraitions caused. Your hands gripped the couch as the pleasure began to roll over you in waves. "Bill," you quivered, "I think I'm—I think—"

"No need to think, love." His thrusts quickened. "Just cum on my cock for me, yeah?"

Your body willingly obliged, arching breathlessly as you were finally dragged under.

Bill cursed, his even pace once more interrupted as he felt you convulse around him. His hips continued to slam haphazardly into yours as the air returned to your lungs. Your back had barely met the couch again before you were lifted again. The haze of your orgasam left you dizzy and clinging to Bill as he moved, only realizing he had arranged himself into a seated position when he pulled you down on his cock. 

The sensations were overwhelming, his size emphasized by the position. Your mouth opened to tell him it was too much, but the words were abandoned with another kiss. His release followed a moment later with his warmth coating your cunt.

The kiss broke. You sat there, foreheads pressed together and chests heaving, for a while. 

“You okay?” His voice was hoarse. 

“Yeah.” You pulled away, remembering his condition that had led to this. “And you? How are you feeling?”

“Uhh uhh,” he chastised, “no Healer questions when you’ve got my cum leaking out of you.”

He chuckled as you slapped his shoulder. “Fine.” With reluctance, you lifted off of him and grimaced at the feeling. “Then I’m going to shower and when I come back you’re going to answer.”

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For the second time that day, you stood under the blistering downpour and wondered if you’d made a mistake.

The ghost of his touch still lingered as you scrubbed, taunting. Every inch of skin tingled in anticipation for more. Cause gods, who wouldn’t want more?

Despite the full meal he’d eaten earlier, Bill’s appetite seemed to have returned with a vengeance. When you returned showered he was sitting at the table in only his boxers with the remaining half of the shepherd’s pie and wand discarded beside it. "Are you hungry?" he asked, offering you his spoon as you sat across from him. You shook your head and declined with a small wave. You watched him scoop a spoonful into his mouth. He looked glowing, almost. Relaxed in a way you'd never witnessed. 

No, that wasn't quite right. You had seen him this serene once. Laying half mutilated in a hospital bed, laughing with his sibling before he'd heard of Fleur's horrified departure. 

The sleeve of your sweater became very interesting as you began to pick at it. "So how are you feeling?"

He took his time chewing, putting the spoon down and threading his fingers together to rest his chin against. "Like I just got shagged."

You huffed.

"It's a bloody great feeling, innit? Especially remembering your face when I—"

"Bill, I'm serious." You looked up at him wearing a mask you'd perfected during the years in the Hospital Wing. "There's no point in us…shagging if it's not alleviating your symptoms."

His face dropped. “I thought you enjoyed it.” 

The hurt in his voice made you flounder. “Of course I enjoyed it. It was—fuck it was great.” You rubbed at your forehead. “But I’m your Healer. My main priority is your health. And if this is not benefiting it, then we need to start looking into other options.”

He glared, accusingly. “Other options like you leaving?”

“If you can’t tell me how you’re feeling, maybe.”

You winced watching his body tense. It felt too familiar. A scene that had been played out before.

His hands fell to the table as he leaned back in his chair. “I don’t smell him as much. His scent is still here, lingering, but it doesn't bother me. I feel—or felt—content."

"Is it because he's gone?"

His head shook.

Outside the window, the waxing moon stood proudly over the ocean. "We'll see how you feel tomorrow and run a full diagnostic. Figure out how we’ll deal with the full moon.”

The chair scraped against the floor as he stood. “Right, tomorrow then.” With a wave of his wand, the food and utensil flew back to the kitchen into their proper places. “I’m gonna head off to bed.”

“Goodnight.” You said nothing more as he climbed the stairs.

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[fieldofdaisiies]

Cauldron Boil Me

ship: Sirius Black x Reader type: angst word count: 2,8k warnings: none request: @dreamingofmarauders Don't really have a concrete idea but perhaps a Slytherin reader, where she puts up a very rude and cold front, and Sirius is always picking fights with her. One day, he pulls a prank on her, but she was already stressed since she would get branded as a Death Eater when she would go home for the holidays, and she just snaps and cries, unintentionally blurting out what she is going through. Sirius feels bad and just please give it a happy ending! (Only if you want to write the request though)

"Filthy little mudblood."

You send your friend a glower, grinding your teeth so hard, your jaw starts to ache. 

It is already bad enough that you and Sirius Black are potions partners, you don’t need your house mate, Evan Rosier, and childhood best friend to insult young Hufflepuffs on your way to the potions room.

Evan either ignores your glower, or he really did not notice, but he just keeps on walking, rather casually strolling through the corridors of Hogwarts. "Are we going to Hogsmead this weekend?" Sofie pops up out of nowhere, she is your best friend, shares a dorm room with you, and you every little secret. So, she technically also knows how you feel about Sirius and what might happen in the summer holidays, but these are all problems for future you, not something you want to be thinking about now.

"I think—"

"It is a great idea. We could go to the Three Broomsticks?" It is Mulciber who makes the suggestion and is immediately supported by Bertram Aubrey and Alecto Carrow. 

You only shrug, not really in the mood to go to Hogsmead, knowing how dangerous it could be, and all in all you are not really motivated to do things these days. But you also don't want to let down your friends, and so you somehow have to agree. 

"Yeah, why not," you say after Sofie nudges you with her elbow. 

"I will be fun," she hums, smiling at you from the side. She wants to distract you, hoping to bring the smile back onto your face these dark times have stolen from you. 

You try hard to avoid the groan from bursting out of you when you walk into the Potions classroom and the first thing you see is Sirius Black, the brightest star in the sky and the thickest idiot Hogwarts has ever seen. He is balancing his chair, leaned backwards, his arms stretched wide, holding onto the desk and the back of your chair. 

"Good morning, my favourite little snake." Sirius grins, from one ear to the other. But it is not the sort of kind grin, it is wicked, almost a little gleeful and you already feel like slapping him. But obviously you don't do it, you are not a violent person. 

You simply ignore him, grab the back of your chair, careful not to touch him and pull it backwards. 

"Grumpy this morning?" he comments, and you decide to ignore him again. 

"Got up on the wrong foot this morning? What is the problem? You always have a lovely comeback—"

"You are the problem." You turn to him, frowning. "And your face is."

"Because I look so incredibly dashing and stunning?" He wiggles his brows.

"Because you are even uglier than the large squid in the Black Lake."

Sirius dramatically folds a hand over his heat and gasps. "Ouch, that hurt."

"Good if your ego is a little harmed, it got too big for your body anyway." You sneer, and then turn away from him, focussing back on the front of the glass where now your teacher, professor Broomscattle, who already prepares everything for the lesson ahead. 

When everyone calms down, and also your anger about Mr Black settles, you relax back in your chair and turn your whole focus onto your Potions teacher. 

"Good morning, class, today you and your partners will be brewing a wonderful potion."

He opens his book, closes it, opens it again and flicks through the pages, a testament to his already starting forgetfulness and confusion. "Today we will be working on the Fire Protection Potion, also known as the…"

You rhand shoots into the air and when the professor calls your name you answer immediately. "Ice Potion."

"Amazing, five points to Slytherin."

You smile happily, at least something that is going well. But the smile immediately vanishes from your face again. 

"Swot," Sirius comments and you kick your leg out, hoping to hit is shin. When he yelps, you grin in triumph.

"At least I am not as thick as a brick."

Sirius throws you a fake grin, but you are both ripped out of your bickering when the professor loudly announces that you should start brewing now. And so, cauldrons start to bubble, mist rises from the bubbling liquids and shadows are casted upon the castle's walls. 

"You need to slice the brusting mushrooms, Sirius, not crunch them," you retort, and instead of arguing back he really follows your orders, but chuckles. "Alright, captain, so bossy," he mumbles under his breath, but once again you decide to ignore him. 

Just like the cauldron in front of you does, so does Sirius make your blood boil. He enrages you, his sheer presence does. And your tiny little crush on him, which some happened totally on accident and without you being fond of it, does not make it any better. 

"Clockwise. You need to stir clockwise, smartass." Sirius leans over you and the cauldron, his brow raised. 

"Now who is the swot."

"Still the teacher's pet who earned herself house points moments ago."

"I dislike you so much," you seethe, stirring the liquid with more fore, it nearly swaps over the edges. 

Sirius grins and small laugh escapes him. And despite him looking hella amused, some unreadable emotion that almost edges onto hurt passes over his face. 

Next up, after the liquid turned blue, you add salamander blood and this time stir it anti-clockwise. "Anti-clockwise now," you tell Sirius, holding his gaze. "So, our smartass is happy." Your voice drips with sarcasm.

"Very happy, brewing potions with the person who loathes me the most in all of Hogwarts."

"That is not true!" you snap and want to cover your quick mouth with your hand. It is really not true, but…ugh, you curse yourself and quickly say, "I am sure there are many more who hate you even more than I do."

"Snivellus?"

"Severus!" Your voice drips with anger…you don't like Snape that much, but you hate that everyone is always mocking him, and bullying him. He does not deserve it, not at all. 

Sirius coos, "Aww, are you two dating. Are you sneaking away to kiss secretly? The slimy git and his little snake."

You throw your head back and groan. "Shut up, Sirius, honestly. Or I'll hex you."

The potion in front of you has turned green by then which tells you it is time to at the crushed Wartcap powder and once again stir it clockwise until it turns red. 

The air between you, enhanced by the high humidity and scent of potions, is thick. You are both walking on thin ice, and yet Sirius once again wears his usual mischievous grin. Stupid, silly Sirius Black grin…

"Y/l/N, remind me again why I got stuck with you as a partner. Honestly, I would rather brew with a three-headed dog."

"First and last time that I will agree with you, Black." You narrow your eyes at him, watching how his eyes sparkle at what you said. "But I think you are stuck with me, because it might be your one chance to pass this school year, we all know that in your brain there is not much except for hot air."

Sirius chuckles under his breath. "Well, Y/N, you might discover I'm a natural at this. I am smart, brilliant, intelligent, absolutely handsome looking. I don't need you to help me get good grades, but maybe you need my help?"

"You forgot one thing about yourself." You sneer. "You are also incredibly…insufferable."

In all honesty, you just want to be left alone. Your whole life is already so much to deal with, you don't want to spend your lessons bantering with Sirius. You don't want to think about him at all. You have a crush on him yes, but you are also very aware that nothing will ever happen between the two of you. It is not possible, he is all good and anti-Death Eaters, anti-Slytherin, despite his little brother being in the house. But you are…you are also anti-Death Eaters, anti-Voldemort, anti-war, but you can't escape your family's beliefs. It is not so easy for you. You are trapped and you have no choice. It hurts. 

Despite the relentless banter with him, you manage to add all the ingredients together, though with a great deal of unnecessary shoving and bickering. The cauldron bubbles and releases a puff of smoke, making both of you cough.

"Well, done, you are getting us both in detention," Sirius grumbles, acting like it is your fault that the cauldron or potion just did that. You frown, then throw him a glower. "You don't have to talk, you are practically a walking detention. Wouldn't be anything new for you," you retort, your irritation evident in your voice.

You keep on mixing and brewing, silence stretching out between you. 

Just as the tension between you and Sirius seems to be easing, he can't resist one last opportunity to stir the pot — or cauldron… 

You both stand there, looking at your potion, he slyly waves his wand below the desk and mutters a spell under his breath. Suddenly, the potion changes colour, and bubbles vividly, frothing splashing and flowing over the edges and all over you. You cloak is stained in more than one colour, the liquid slowly trickling down. 

Your jaw drops in disbelief, and you can feel your cheeks heat up with anger. "Sirius Black, what have you done?" you demand, voice tinged with fury. 

Sirius bursts into laughter, his shoulders shaking. He did not expect the potion to blow up like this, but… 

"Relax, Y/N, it's just a bit of fun. You look amazing by the way!"

You glare at him, your fists clenched at your sides. "Fun? This is an important assignment!" 

Irritation burns through your veins and you feel how tears start to burn behind your eyes. 

You only have school, you only have school were your work is appreciated, where you are seen. And now Sirius messed everything up. 

"Relax, it's just fun." He grins but it vanishes immediately when he sees the hurt in your eyes.

"No, it is not. Not always is everything fun!" 

You push off the desk, turn and sprint away, desperately wanting to get away so no one can see the tears now flowing out of your eyes. 

It was just a silly prank…but it is too much. Everything is too much and this was now the straw that breaks the camel's back. 

Unbeknownst to you, Sirius is following after you, not minding at all that your Potions professor is shouting after you, telling you to come back. You don't hear it over the blood rushing in your ears, Sirius simply does not care — there are more important things to deal with now. 

Tears of frustration and anger blur your vision, as you try to escape from…everything. 

You run through the corridors, not really sure where you're going. The weight of everything—Voldemort's looming threat, the pressure of being in Slytherin during these turbulent times, your parents and the whole situation at home and now this stupid, this absolutely idiotic, prank—feels like everything is going to crush you. You find an empty classroom and slump down in a chair, burying your face in your hands, sobbing. 

You're crying, and you can't make it stop. It's all just too much, and you feel utterly alone. You don't even realise how much time has passed when you hear the door creak open. Startled, and with read puffy eyes and ragged breaths leaving you, you look up and find Sirius Black standing in the door frame.

"Hey," he says softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. 

"Hey?!" you blurt out and wipe away some burning tears with the back of your hand. 

He startles, taken aback by your sharp tone. His expression — actually his whole demeanour crumbles— and he takes more steps towards you.  

"Leave! What do you even want here?" you mutter, your voice cracking.

Sirius takes a step closer, his expression serious. "I didn't mean for it to go this far. I didn't want to upset you like this. I did not think you would react in this way, it was a silly prank."

You can't help but feel a bit surprised by his sincerity. A lot actually. This is not like him. You've never seen him like that ever before. 

You expected him to make fun of you or taunt you further. Instead, he seems genuinely apologetic…

You are torn…should you tell him why you reacted like that? Curse him? Shout at him? Make him leave?

You don't know and you struggle a lot. You wipe away more tears and sniff. 

And decide to finally open up a little. You have to tell someone at some point, why not him? Well, there are many reasons for why not him, but the situation is quite fortunate. And he comes from a pure blood family but is against blood purity, he might understand better than some others. 

"It's not just about the prank, Sirius. It's everything. The current situation, Voldemort, the Death Eaters, my parents… It's all so overwhelming, and I don't know how to handle it."

Sirius pulls out the chair next to you and takes a seat, his gaze fixed on yours. "I get it," he says quietly. "It's scary. It's all too much for anyone at this moment I think. But you don't have to do it alone."

You look at him, searching his eyes for any hint of insincerity, for the normal taunting and teasing glimmer in them. But all you find is warmth and understanding, empathy. It's a side of Sirius you've rarely seen — never actually. 

"I just... I don't know who to trust anymore," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "Everyone is acting suspicious…Everyone starts to hide things. I don't feel happy anywhere anymore. Except for school and then in school…this stupid prank."

Sirius reaches out and gently places a hand on yours. "I am so sorry," he says, his voice soft but resolute. "This was so idiotic."§

You swallow, the warmth of his palm somehow so soothing and lovely. 

Sirius breathes out a long exhale, and throws his head back, dark curls shifting with the movement. "Good Godrick, I care about you. I care about what happens to you. I know it might not seem like it, has never seemed like it, but I really do."

Tears dwell in your eyes again, but this time, they're not tears of sadness. Somehow they are tears of gratitude. For his kind words and the showing you a side of him, he never lets anyone see. You never expected this side of Sirius Black, and it's both surprising and comforting.

"Maybe I also don't hate you as much as it might seem." You meet his gaze again, locking.

"You might think I am crazy about what I will say next…" His thumb strokes over the back of your hand, his eyes never leaving yours. 

"I like you, you know," Sirius says, his voice almost a whisper. "I mean, I really like you. More than just a friend."

Your heart skips a beat, and you can feel your cheeks flush. Your eyes widen in surprise. "You do?"

Sirius nods, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, I do. And I know it's a crazy time to say it, but I couldn't keep it to myself anymore. You know, I am a little impulsive, sorry if that was too straightforward."

You can't help but smile back at him, despite your tears. In this moment, the world outside seems to fade away, and it's just the two of you in that empty classroom.

"This might sound even more crazy, but I like you too, Sirius," you admit, your voice filled with honesty. "More than just a friend. Except for the one moment earlier, I really despised you then."

He grins, and without warning, he pulls you into a warm, comforting hug. You bury your face in his chest, feeling safe and cared for in his arms. It's a strange and unexpected turn of events, but maybe, just maybe, there's a glimmer of hope in the darkest of times. 

"I am still sorry, and I promise to never ever do something like that again." His hand strokes over your back and you find yourself nodding against his chest. 

"Alright," you whisper, a single tear sliding down your cheek. "Alright. Apology accepted."

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hello, hello! i just got curious with the blood lineage subject and ive been doing research on my own (for a fic im writing), but would definitely be honored to get your own Hollowed Theory on this: Squibs, more specifically their children.

Like say, a Squib (whose both parents are considered purebloods) + pureblood sire = halfblood child(?)

or say both parents are Squibs (parents are halfblood and muggle) but produce a magical child (muggleborn?)

very curious about your take on this and thank you for taking the time to reply! (i dearly consider your metas canon in my head)

Hello!

Firstly, thank you so much! This is so sweet!

As for your ask, I assume you're talking about the discussion of magic and genetics in this post, regarding the likelihood of children being born with magic depending on their parentage.

Now, I'm not sure about your question because genetically speaking a wizard is a wizard and the only difference is how much genetic diversity exists and therefore the likelihood of squibs and powerful magical children varies. So, genetically a child of a "pure-blood" squib and a "pure-blood" wizard will be like any other pure-blood. The squib, even if they don't have magic, still has the same lack of genetic diversity like any other pure-blood wizard. (I think a child of a pure-blood squib and a pure-blood wizard is actually more likely to be another squib rather than a wizard because I believe squibs are the result of a lack of genetic diversity...)

The moment you add muggle blood in (some genetic diversity) there is no real difference. So genetically, a half-blood, a muggleborn, or someone who calls themselves a "pure-blood" but their great-grandma was a muggle, are all the same. There is no major genetic difference. A wizard is a wizard.

(There are differences in power and skill, along with unique magical hereditary abilities like Parseltongue and things like that. But in general, all wizards are genetically the same)

If the question is more, what would wizards call them according to their social definitions and use of blood-purity terms, that's a different question. Because their society is pretty obsessed with blood, so I'd say they would care a lot about what someone is called.

From the patterns, we see if I had to guess most edge cases like this would all be called "half-bloods" by wizarding society.

I reblogged a thread about this a bit ago, but essentially anyone who isn't a wizard with like 7 generations of wizards from each side would be called a "half-blood" since it's their catch-all for anyone who isn't "pure" enough to be considered "pure-blood" but technically isn't muggleborn. A wizard born of a squib, even if the squib isn't closely related to muggles, would still probably be considered a "half-blood" due to squibs not being wizards.

If a "muggleborn" has a known magical grandparent but their parent is a squib (like the second case you asked about), I think they would be referred to as either "half-blood" or "muggleborn" by people in the Wizarding World, depending on who they're talking to. I'd expect more extreme blood-purists would call them "muggleborn" or "mudblood" and the less blood-fanatic ones might call them "half-blood", but some would still call them "muggleborn" probably. It would depend on how they present themselves and how well-known their ancestry is because even the less fanatic ones are pretty bigoted and blood-obsessed.

Hope this helps and good luck with your fic!

[leogichidaa]

Sirius and Andromeda, two of the biggest blood-traitors around, are safe in the First War and I like to imagine it’s because of Bellatrix. She claims that as they’re the shames of her family, she’ll be the one to kill them but she never goes after them. She hates them now, but she can’t bring herself to kill them and she’ll never stop hoping they’ll come to their senses and return home. She can’t begin to understand why Andy won’t kill that mudblood she’s debasing herself with, she can’t understand why Sirius is so attached to the Potter blood traitor and his dear mudblood when he already has the Blacks, but she’d welcome them back if they just killed the ones who lured them away or even if they just let Bella do it herself if they couldn’t bring themselves to.

This is technically canon compliant, both of them survive fairly unscathed in the First War. Sirius is screwed over by Peter, not the other Death Eaters. We don’t know what would’ve happened had Sirius not gone after Peter and instead informed others who the Secret Keeper was, if people would’ve believed him.

The Blacks are my favorite bunch of unhealthily attached people with awful morals. I’d hate to meet them in real life, but it’s very entertaining in fiction. Bella just wants her relatives to come back to her and also to brutally murder the people who stole them away, she’s not asking for much here.

I can see that in the first war, before Azkaban. We know from her trial that Bellatrix is every bit as proud of the atrocities she commits in Voldemort's name before Azkaban as she is after, but I do think Azkaban unbalanced her. I think it must have. And I also think there's something about being rescued from Azkaban by Voldemort, who returns to free her, that increases her devotion to him (in much the same way that I imagine BCJ's devotion to Voldemort was exponentially increased when Voldemort returned to save him from his father). All of this to say that I can see her being a lot less eager to kill off her relatives in the first war.

[colubrina]

Canon technically supports the idea that the Blacks do love each other, it’s just supremely dysfunctional and not at all healthy. Bellatrix calls Sirius her dear cousin twice, she screams when she kills him and it’s notable that Bellatrix is only described to use a red spell against Sirius in a battle with green spells flying all around, Bellatrix goes along with Narcissa when Narcissa wants Snape to help with Draco’s mission even though Voldemort did not agree to this, neither Narcissa nor Bellatrix respond when Snape toasts Bellatrix for killing Sirius, Narcissa calls Sirius “dear Sirius” when speaking to Harry and neither of the sisters are shown to call anyone else “dear” so this is exclusively something they do when taunting Harry about their cousin, Bellatrix calls Andromeda her sister at the same time as denying Tonks is their family (she says something along the lines of “we haven’t spoken to our sister since she married the mudblood” so Bellatrix still refers to Sirius and Andromeda as her family members even with their disownments). This sort of implies there’s still some kind of love there, it’s just monumentally fucked up

Are they good people? Absolutely not. But this is why we love them!

[maruke2003]

Yet another idiotic James Potter Stan on tik tok. This one has claimed that James and Sirius were much like the Weasley twins because they "bullied students" 🙄.

James and Sirius canonicaly hexed students on a whim. Not just Snape, he was their main target yes but he wasn't the only one. Lily herself claimed that James hexed people in the hallways.

"stfu Snape was not a good person, let's not forget he joined a cult because HE WANTED TO nobody forced him"

Snape was a good person, not a nice person, let me just say that. Yes Snape joined the death eaters because he wanted to. But what were the circumstances? Someone doesn't just be like "oh I'm going to join a murderous cult that thinks people of my blood status or similar are dirt at the bottom of their boots." Like girl, no one does that. Snape was a half-blood, he was technically a mudblood as well. Snape could have very well been brainwashed to some degree by his housemates, or having heard the same arguments over and over and over again he probably started to believe it. The same with hearing the word mudblood being used. Snape is a product of his environment.

"the marauders were fun"

Okay maybe they were, maybe they genuinely played actual pranks instead of just "pranking" one student and tormenting him so badly that people find it funny when he gets flipped upside down and has his underwear put on full display. They find that fun, so I wouldn't really describe them as fun. Their fun came at the expense of someone else.

"that's no excuse"

They tell me this after I said that Snape joined the death eaters after Hogwarts and on top of that Sirius himself didn't even know Snape was marked until Snape revealed his mark to Fudge after Voldemort's revival.

You can't use "oh but he was a blood supremacist death eater scum incel" like no. Even if he was that doesn't give you the right to constantly torment him so bad that he has to create spells to defend himself. Spells let me tell you that can kill.

"They were enemies"

Okay I'll give you that, to some degree. They did hate each other. Snape had a valid reason, James's reason was because Snape existed. That's not a real reason tbh.

"Pete (Peter) and Remus didn't even do anything. It was James and Sirius"

Remus was a prefect in his fifth year. A prefects job is to interfere when bullying happens, make sure the students are following rules etc. Remus stood by and watched James and Sirius torment Snape up to the point that whenever Snape sees them coming his way he's whipping his wand out in self defense. That's a trauma response, it's similar to how someone would lift their hands up to shield their face (awaiting a blow to the head or something similar). Peter also stood by and watched, we don't know much about how he was within the group but he enjoyed watching James and Sirius tormenting Snape he wouldn't have done anything to stop it either.

"it's not like Snape didn't hex back"

I would hex back to if someone was targetting me for no reason. Someone hits me I hit back. It's just how it goes. He's defending himself. Like defending one's self doesn't make them evil.

"Remus wasn't the only prefect"

No but his friends would listen to him. And it's not like the other prefects would have wanted to get involved. Remember you saying people thought it was fun? Yeah prefects involved.

"if Snape was simply nice"

I believe when Snape was younger he was nice. He was still young and innocent and Lily liked him enough then. (Tho Lily also ended up befriending the marauders and marrying his tormentor so maybe she doesn't have the best judgement.) But it's not like they even gave him the chance to be nice. Snape mentioned wanting to be in Slytheirn and right away James's bias came out, even when Sirius mentioned that his entire family has always been in Slytheirn. I wholeheartedly believe that if Sirius had been sorted into Slytherin that James would have targetted him as well. That is if he had targetted and tormented them. I mean maybe not if Sirius ended up still tormenting Snape.

Also why is it only upon Snape to have been nicer. Why not James and Sirius, and don't give me that bs claim that they were already nice. Sure they were nice to their friends but not the people they target.

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They went on to ask me not to call them a girl. I use "girl!!?!" As an emphasis in general just putting that out there. They then went on to call James & Sirius vs Snape a rivarly.

"rivalry"

I'm definitely not going into the whole "it was a rivalry" thing. Like google is free. Go learn the definition before you spew bullshit.. even more then you already have.

"We only saw things from Snape's pov"

And we also hear things from Sirius and Remus, who were two of James's closest friends. Changing POVs doesn't change what happened. It just changes the lense you see it through. Harry himself was a biased narrator so when Harry thinks Snape is evil and that Snape should die the readers (normally) think that as well. Like Harry, Sirius and Remus are biased towards James just like Snape is biased against Gryffindors and James/Harry.

Sirius claimed that SWM was fun, he showed no remorse for what had happened and both Remus and Sirius defended James's actions despite it being an unprovoked attack.

We also never saw the full memory.

"we never saw what happened before that"

I mean I'm guessing you're still talking about SWM, but we do, we do see the entire thing. From the ending of their OWL test to when they went outside. We saw it all. Sirius was bored and Snape was just sitting there. James went up completely unprovoked.

The fact that they believe SWM was a provoked attack says a lot. We also have no idea how it ended because Snape pulled Harry out of his pensive. James Potter could have well taken off Snapes underwear and NO ONE would have stopped him.

After that last comment they just responded with "whatever helps you sleep at night" which normally when they don't want to continue arguing means they've got nothing left to say. So, yeah, that just happens.

Also this post is much longer then I was expecting it to be

[magnificentempress]

You mentioning honor killing reminds me of turkey? Does it really happen this often? In Russia?

well as you imagine, russia (due to its size) is really a land of contrasts, and there are places called chechnya, dagestan, ingushetia and osetia. there are all heavily muslim regions that are also heavy on ethnic diasporas that dont like russians very much (and its mutual tbh).

like to call a chechen woman "russian" is an insult to her because it implies that she is a slut means that she went to uni, got a job, doesnt wear black blankets for outfit and so on. not what an allah-fearing woman should be doing:')

so islam + secluded diasporas are a horrible mix if you ask me and yeah there are murders of young women that fall under the definition of an honor murder. it happens usually when a woman tries to flee, she is then hunted down by her own family (remember the diaspora thing? i know chechen women who say that they avoid all chechen people, like literally if they see a face they think they know in a metro, they turn round and walk the fuck away. because SOME OF THEM might happen to know their families and they will fucking snitch on them. yup) and depending on how unlucky she is and how shitty the police happen to act, she is kidnapped and or terrorized mercilessly.

There is a volunteer's group called Marem that help specifically women from these regions to flee. If you can please use Google translate and read their site. They were founded after a woman named Marem was tortured (probably to death) and no one did shit.

Another loud case was with Seda Suleimanova, who was kidnapped from her own apartment in Saint Petersburg, literally ripped from her fiance's arms. That was ofc haram too because he is a mudblood slavic non-muslim guy. He later pleaded her family to let him convert to islam and allow them to get married in whatever way they deem proper, but got no response ofc. Since Sept 2023 no one has heard of where Seda is and no one knows if she is even alive.

So yeah for women from the mentioned regions it is a very real risk even tho technically Russia is a secular state, and they are left to survive in between the police who dont care and their insane diaspora ppl who are basically an organized crime group :')

Okay but why is happening? Sure police bad and so on, my perspective on it is that the police are both underpaid and are either afraid of the diasporas or are part of the diaspora lol.

Yes the police are underpaid, the heavily armed guys who are known for beating up students at protests are not the police. They are internal military forces. These are completely different organisations that probably dont even talk to each other. Your average policeman at the police station TM is probably a middle-aged Ivan Ivanov who is overwhelmed with paperwork and is not paid enough to care, so they let a lot of cases just get brushed off 🤷

There is probably also some kind of negative selection going on, because generally speaking, well-educated non-religious chechens dont want to return to their families and home, both men and women, and they just do their best to sort of assimilate and dissolve in any big city instead of idk going back and trying to change things (cant blame them)

and also in 2017-something there were gay purges too so technically men risk being honor murdered as well.

usually it's so bad both men and women have to flee to europe, youd think getting lost in RUSSIA should be easy enough but nope

[thelesseroftwoweevils]

If your defence of someone using the term of ‘Mudblood’ is ‘well it’s not racist’ that a pretty poor argument. “hey my fave uses bigoted slurs based on someone’s circumstance of birth that they can’t control but it’s not technically about race!”

Because that sounds so much better doesn’t it? Quibbling the semantics rather than the character... not being a prejudiced dick.

[dhr-ao3]

Out of the Darkness Into the Flesh

Out of the Darkness, Into the Flesh https://ift.tt/IqYKGLe by LaMorenadelAtl “I’m going to give you fear, Hermione.” The second kiss is softer than the first. So soft, she almost doesn’t hear the first time he’s ever said her name. “Then I will make you hate.” -- There's power in pain, and passion in suffering. Only in the dark of night can such truths make themselves known. Words: 9506, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Dubious Consent, Violence, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, i mean they technically never pass third base, Humiliation, Degradation, Philosophy, Draco waxing Darwinian drivel, like the poncy fuedal English Lord he is, Melodrama, Meta, Blood Prejudice, Mudblood, mudblood kink, we're in Hermione's big brain guys that's why it gets weird in here, Dark, Dark Magic via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/Uu91TRm April 23, 2024 at 09:24PM

[fidelio-black]

I have this idea for the potterverse regarding blood status.

Like, while technically a muggle-born could start a wizarding family and that family generations latter, given the condition of the descendants always marrying people who are at least half-blood, the family would become fully magical

But I can't see families like the Black, the Gaunts or the Lestrsnges being that much accepting of these new wizarding families.

I think that they would make a distinction between these new all-wizarding families they would call "fullblood" or even "half-blood" despectively, and themselves, the old all-wizarding families, the families that have "never" been tarnished by muggle blood, the old-blood, the purebloods.

Now I have two ideas with the Potter family:

1- They're one of these families, with Linfred of Stinchcombe being either muggle-born or the son of a Muggle and a non-pureblood squib.

2- They are old-blood/pureblood, but have married fullbloods/into fullblood families. They're also know as blood traitors that willingly befriend and made business with Muggle-borns/newbloods and wizards of mixed ancestry.

And because I don't like the "Voldemort had muggle ancestry and became a blood supremacist because he hated his father" bs, so are the Riddles. And what is worse they are both fullblood squib that had a squib son.

Voldemort has though, a pureblood/old-blood mother and a fullblood father.

And Harry is the opposite, pureblood/old-blood father and fullblood mother; Lily, like Tom Sr., is the daughter of two fullblood squibs, but she has magic (while Petunia is an squib). Thus making Harry "Voldemort's equal"

(This could be a Jily universe or a jilypad one where somehow Harry is genetically the son of the three and James and Sirius are pureblood/old-blood, while Lily is a fullblood)

All the term ending in "blood" come from purists ideas, are part of a systemic anti-muggle(born) sentiment. Mudblood and half-blood are slurs, while newblood, and dualblood and fullblood are considered more "politically correct".

Non-purists either use the muggle-born/wizard-born/of mixed birth classification or, in the case of "blood traitors", outright reject any kind of classification

[lyrablack1883]

My favorite ver of draco character I’ve read so far is written by sebastianL in “the man who lived”

-x-

Harry’s nostrils flare, and he leans forward. “You know what? I don’t believe in your ‘I couldn’t help myself, it’s what I was taught’ excuse. Plenty of people are taught terrible things, and they don’t act on them. I’m sure your parents were telling you not to play with the filthy little mudbloods from the moment you were born. Just like my cousin was taught he was the center of the universe. Meanwhile, at the same moment in time, I was being told I was nothing, that I was a burden and no one, treated no better than a servant, and what did I do? I kept my head up, I kept my manners, and I didn’t let them break me. Just because an adult tells you a thing when you’re a child doesn’t mean you have to listen. You should just know better.”    

I wait for him to get it off his chest. Then I say, “You’re missing the obvious.”           

“And what’s that?”           

“Your cousin and I were loved, and you were not.”           

Ah. No missing that. It lasts but a second, but I can see the flicker of hurt across his eyes. “It’s a pain that goes back decades. Probably his whole life. A moment later his face is like stone again, but I know what I saw.  

Sometimes it’s good to know that a person can hurt.

-x-

This whole fic is kinda hard for me to read both technically and emotionally. It’s written in first POV and really long (250k-ish). I never fully understood this fic in the end but I love it. I can never look at his character the same way after reading this fic a year ago.

So yes, my favorite ver of Draco Malfoy is the one who grew up with love. He was loved so so much, and in return he tried his very best to return that love. He trusted the people he loved, he believed in the people he loved. I find it quite fitting that in canon he married Astoria. He was a shitty kid, but then again still, he too was a kid along with the rest of the cast. And in fanfic I find it fascinating to read him as an adult who tried his best to mend his way, acknowledging his wrong, how he stood up again and again, finally be the one breaking the cycle of prejudice in his family, for him to finally stop running away. So yeah definitely, putting this one onto draw later list for next year.

[fanartandfanfiction]

From the diary of Phineas Nigellus Black

Entry one: The ministry contacted me about allowing a new student to join as a fifth year. Ha! A fifth year! Why on Earth would I do that? Do they have any idea how much more work it would be to deal with that student? I’m not doing it!

Addendum: Apparently the ministry doesn’t share my feelings. I’m being forced to accept them. They said someone has to spend the summer tutoring the new student. I’m debating on who I want to assign this dreadful task to. Dinah says she’s too busy this summer. Matilda said she’s traveling with her family. And Mirabel is…well, Mirabel. I’m torn between Aesop and Eleazar. Aesop has a bit too much attitude, so sticking him with the student would be a delightful little punishment. Then again, Eleazar is tenured and I have to find something for him to do to keep him busy. I suppose he has drawn the short straw, though really I drew it for him. 

Entry two: The audacity! Eleazar and the new fifth year came barging in during my wonderfully written speech for the beginning of the year. Technically Matilda wrote it, but let’s not split hairs. We had to get out the sorting hat once again for this student, since they missed the earlier ceremony. Eleazar tried to explain but I told him I didn’t care. This was the one and only exception I would make for the new student. 

Entry three: This is a disaster. An absolute disaster. My mustache paste is on backorder. What am I to do in the meantime? Just have an untamed mustache like some common street person? This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me in my entire life. 

Entry four: Today I valiantly stepped in when I saw two pureblood students bullying a mudblood. I told them that the wise rabbit doesn’t seek to outrun the tortoise, because it’s not necessary. They don’t have to waste their time interacting with mudbloods. They should know they’re superior. 

Entry five: Matilda is infuriating. She keeps coming to me and asking my opinions on things. What’s the point of having a deputy headmistress if she has to come to me for everything? I told her that I will be very very busy with important work for the ministry and that I should not be disturbed. 

Entry six: I’m terribly embarrassed and furious with myself. Eleazar said that a contact from the ministry wanted to meet with me at the Three Broomsticks. Eleazar offered me a drink, and then another, and another…I ended up being completely intoxicated. I’ve no memory of what happened but I’ve pieced some things together. Apparently Aesop came to me about the potion for boils I’d asked him about and had the gall to speak about it within earshot of students. Now they’re all whispering and pointing. I also decorated the great hall in Gryffindor regalia. Gryffindor! Scropes asked me if I was feeling better. Apparently I asked him many strange things. I don’t think the damn ministry contact even showed. 

Entry seven: I have to get out of here. Apparently there’s some sort of rebellion, I don’t pay attention to the quarrels between those creatures and the commoners. Because of that ridiculous new student, they plan to attack the school. Matilda asked me what I planned to do to prepare the school. What am I supposed to do? It’s a magic school, it should be fine. Isn’t it guarded against this sort of thing? I told her I needed time to think and prepare. I’m packing my essential belongings and getting the hell out of here. If anyone should ask, I’ll tell them I went to the ministry for help.

[several-more-snakes]

I’m out here getting pressed for no good reason @ marauders stans

Okay it’s for a good reason their caption was literally just “snape slander” but it feels silly, cue some incoherent rambling below: (I am DEFINITELY about to start my period)

Their post went something like, “when you’re talking to a Harry Potter fan and they’re an ‘always’ fan and you’re a ‘moony’ fan”

Like cool whatever bestie stan Remus! I don’t care, he’s the least gross out of all the marauders!! Hell, I don’t even dislike him that much though my opinion on Remus isn’t really what matters here

But like

I know it’s easy to chalk Severus up to that creepy guy who joined up with the wizard nazis and was hopelessly in love with his childhood best friend, because I was totally in that same boat for a while though I only held those beliefs to impress my crush at the time LMAOOOO

That’s not important rn though

- He joined up with the “wizard nazis” because they were a cult and he was indoctrinated into said cult. He was groomed into feeling like he didn’t belong anywhere else. He may have done this in a misguided attempt to impress Lily as well, but that doesn’t negate the grooming, conditioning, and indoctrination. Those words are all a bit interchangeable, but my point still stands.

- Yes, Severus was canonically in love with Lily for years, but he was never gross or creepy towards her?

- There is the whole ‘mudblood’ incident, which was obviously out of pocket. The subtext there reads that Severus, in total fear for what James was going to do to Lily (I’ll come up with receipts later if need be, but James was literally blackmailing Lily into dating him there) was trying to push her away from him and make it seem to James that they weren’t friends and that he should leave her alone. This was once again very misguided, as is a common theme in Severus’ early life, and it resulted in the usage of a slur, but if you learn to read between the lines there were pure intentions there however nasty his words were. (For the record I don’t ship Snily)

- Also, technically speaking, Severus can reclaim that slur but uh, that’s not exactly my place to speak on (grammar is hard you know what I mean)

- Severus Snape is not a perfect angel who’s done no wrong. He’s killed and tortured in the name of a blood supremacy cult, for one. But he’s not fucking Voldemort either. Not only did he realize the error of his ways and change himself for the better (even if he was only holding up his end of a bargain for a while,) but he watched over and protected Harry very markedly. There’s obviously more but I’m not gonna talk about stuff I don’t have receipts for.

I’m not trying to convince people not to hate him because at the end of the day that’s your call! He’s literally not real!! He’s just some ink on a page, pixels on a screen, or an image in your head. He doesn’t care if you hate him or not, he can’t. He’s not capable of that. I guess I’m just kind of defending him to this person I’ll never speak to.

Hormones man, they make you do things