#the first harry potter fanfiction

[the-most-faithful]

The oldest known Harry Potter fanfiction

I only discovered yesterday the first Harry Potter fanfiction ever published, it dates back to 1999, even before the release of Prisoner of Azkaban. The story is available on Fanfiction.net and on Ao3 in full. It's thanks to this story that we have fanfiction platforms on the Harry Potter fandom. This story, however simple, started it all. It deserves more recognition. Thomas P. Erwin is such a tragic Character 🥺

[ecstarry]

@jegulus-microfic / school / 319 words

It was the first day of his second year at Hogwarts. James was already running late for class; he had forgotten the lucky necklace his mom had given him during his first year. He never took it off, but he had cleaned it the night before, wanting it spotless for the start of the new school year.

James sprinted back to his dorm and rushed to his first class. As he took a quick turn, he crashed into someone, causing the other boy's books to scatter at his feet. Incredibly embarrassed, James immediately started apologizing, but as he bent down to pick up the books, he realized his sun pendant had gotten tangled in the boy's sweater.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” James said, his fingers carefully working to untangle the mess he’d made. “This is why they always tell us not to run—I really should listen to McGonagall more often…”

His words caught in his throat as he finally lifted his gaze and locked eyes with the prettiest boy James had ever seen. He had to be new; James would never have forgotten those charming freckles scattered across the boy’s face or the perfect curls framing it.

“I- I’m James.”

“I thought you were sorry,” said the boy in a sweet voice, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips. He looked at James with more kindness than he deserved after bumping into him.

“That too.” James felt a blush creep up his neck, even more embarrassed by his awkward introduction. “And you are?”

"My brother." Sirius’ voice came from behind. "James, please stop distracting Regulus. He'll never forgive you for making him late on his first day."

Sirius wrapped an arm around Regulus' shoulder and started guiding him toward class. For a moment, Regulus glanced back at James and smiled, their gaze lingering just a little longer for two boys who had just met.

It really was a lucky necklace.

[ultravioletbrit]

“shadow” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 308 words

 

“So, you know my friend James?” Sirius says trying to sound nonchalant.  

“Ugh.” Regulus just groans as he wipes down the counter not looking at Sirius.

“Why do you always do that when I bring up James?” Sirius asks while starting to brew fresh coffee.  

“James annoys me.” Regulus tells him simply.

“You’ve never even met him.”

“Doesn’t mean he can’t annoy me.”

“Well, he needs a job.” Sirius moves on to restock the fridge with the various types of milk.

“Good for him.” Regulus says sarcastically as he’s refilling the pastries.

“I got him a job here.”

“You what?” Regulus whips around to face Sirius.

“Yeah, he’s going to be here any minute, but I have to take inventory and–” Sirius starts.

“What does that mean?” Regulus cuts him off while glaring at him.

“Means you have to train him.” Sirius says.

“Nope. He’s your friend, you train him.” Regulus tells him as he hears the bell at the door. He turns around and makes eye contact with the most beautiful man he has ever seen, and he freezes.

“Hey Prongs!”

“Hey Pads!” They greet each other and Regulus has heard Sirius talk about James enough to know that “Prongs” is, in fact, James Potter.

“James, this is Regulus. Reggie, this is James.” Sirius introduces them.

“Hi Regulus!” James says brightly reaching out his hand, but Regulus remains frozen just staring at him. Eventually, James lowers his hand but doesn’t break eye contact with Regulus.  

“Right, I was going to have you shadow Reggie this morning, but he doesn’t–”  

“Go away Sirius.” Regulus interrupts him without taking his eyes off James.  

“Yeah, I thought you might say that. I’ll be in the back.” Sirius sing-songs as he’s walking away.

James continues to smile at Regulus, and he finally unfreezes and feels himself smiling back. Suddenly Regulus is not so annoyed.

[velvetcharms]

Brother’s Best Friend

Sirius Black x reader

In which Sirius Black finds comfort in the person he least expects.

The same day that Sirius Black realized his parents were Slytherins was the same day that Sirius had sworn off all Slytherins forever. It started off as a childish thing, a one-sided, unspoken attempt to get back at his parents for all of their strict rules and exaggerated lectures about the importance of his pure-blood ancestry.

When he met James Potter on his first train ride to Hogwarts, the resentment towards Slytherins grew into a shared inside joke. Something that the two of them could continuously throw around. Never mind that James Potter was from a pure-blood family as well. The joke was just another feeble attempt to get back at his parents.

And then, he met Severus Snape. And then, he met the insults and snide remarks of his Slytherin classmates. And then, he had finally decided: there was no good that came out of Slytherin.

So it’s no surprise that when his little brother, Regulus, was sorted into Slytherin a year later, Sirius was devastated. Sirius was silent during the entirety of dinner and even remained silent as he arrived in his dorm. The other boys tried not to disturb him, but they had never seen him so quiet before, and it was starting to disturb them.

“Some evening,” Peter said awkwardly, a yawn emerging from him. Remus gave him a strict look before turning his attention back to Sirius, worry evident on his face.

The silence only seemed to grow thicker until finally Sirius sighed and his words rushed out, eager for release.

“I thought he was different. This whole time I thought he wasn’t like them,” Sirius began.

“I mean yeah, Slytherins can be awful, but he’s your brother,” James replied, attempting to soothe his best friend.

“Very insightful, James,” Remus said sarcastically from his side of the dorm. He leaned back against his bed frame. “But I agree. He’s your brother. You know him.”

“I don’t think I do anymore,” he replied solemnly, his eyes sullen yet harsh.

“Don’t be like that, Sirius,” said Remus, “just talk to him.”

Sirius doesn’t talk to him the next day. Or the rest of the year for that matter. He says what he has to during the summer but when school starts, he goes back to ignoring him.

It’s not easy to pretend that Regulus doesn’t exist. He started to play quidditch. He is one of the smartest in his year. And he’s always seen with a Slytherin girl that is in Sirius’ potions class. She’s reserved and intelligent. She seems polite enough. She talks with Lily Evans. She’s even pretty. But she’s also a Slytherin and Sirius believes that’s a good enough reason not to trust her.

She’s always with Regulus. They sit together in the Great Hall. They walk in the corridors together. Sirius spots her one day leaning against Regulus’ shoulder, laughing loudly at something he said. Sirius resents her for it. He hates her for knowing Regulus.

Later that day, Sirius is walking into Potions class when he spots her talking with Lily Evans. He tries to walk past unbothered, but then he hears her mention Regulus’ name.

“Regulus and I have a bet,” she says with a laugh. Sirius tries to ignore how sweet her laugh sounds.

“Is that right?” Lily chuckles and shakes her head.

“He’s the best seeker that’s ever been. Write it down. This Saturday. You’ll see.”

“He really doesn’t think he’ll catch the snitch?” Lily wonders curiously.

The girl responds back with a small pout. “He doubts himself a lot. I hate it. But I’ll win the bet, and he’ll see.”

Sirius rolls his eyes and continues walking. What does she know? Regulus is his brother after all.

Their conversation leaves him with an irritation that follows him the rest of the day and a worry that maybe he doesn’t know his brother anymore. James has tried cheering him up, but Sirius continues his sulking all day. He hardly eats anything when they sit down in the Great Hall. He goes to bed as soon as they make their way to the dorms. No one bothers him.

The next morning, the marauders don’t even have to ask Sirius what’s wrong. He wakes up determined and explains the whole situation to them.

“He doubts himself sometimes. I hate it,” Sirius says, mocking the girl as his story comes to an end. He shakes his head furiously.

“Are you talking about y/n?” asks Remus.

“Y/n? I don’t even know who that is. Did you hear anything that I even said?” Sirius looks as if Remus has just deeply betrayed him.

“The girl you keep complaining about. She’s Lily’s partner in potions,” says Remus as if this is common knowledge.

“A friend of Lily’s is a friend of mine,” says James, a teasing smile on his face.

Sirius thinks that maybe, given a different circumstance, he might have laughed. But James is supposed to always be on his side, so he makes a face of disgust instead. “You too? Peter?”

“She’s quite pretty,” He responds with a shrug of his shoulders.

“She’s a Slytherin,” Sirius mutters, but it’s loud enough for the rest of them to catch it.

“Really?” Remus rolls his eyes, “I thought we were past all of the house prejudice or whatever you’d like to call it.”

“That’s not why I don’t like her,” Sirius lies, quickly defending himself. He pauses as he struggles to come up with another valid reason. He continues on anyway, “she’s very… assuming. How can she possibly know how Regulus feels? I’m his brother. If anyone knows him it’s me.”

The three of the boys share a knowing look.

“Sirius,” Peter speaks up hesitantly “when’s the last time you even spoke to Regulus?”

Sirius isn’t sure why that question hits him as hard as it does, but it hurts. Surely it wasn’t that long ago. They spoke a little during last summer whenever he wasn’t at James’ house…

Sirius decides that he doesn’t owe any of them an explanation. He stands up quickly and mutters a faint, “excuse me.”

Sirius’ urge to run away leads him to the front of Hogwarts’ entrance. He finds it ironic that the first thing he notices as he exits Hogwarts’ front doors is the Slytherin girl, or Y/n as she sits alone near the Great Lake.

Sirius had no time to think about the reckless act he was about to make. He was fueled by the anger of Peter’s question and the fact that he really didn’t know when the last time he had spoken to his brother was. He figured the only obvious option was to blame her. The girl with soft eyes and a determined expression. The girl sitting with her back against the tree, seeming not to notice the ruckus of the other students around her, not even noticing Sirius’ haste steps towards her as she stares into her book.

“Y/n, is it?” he says finally as he comes to an abrupt stop in front of her. In a quick second, her eyebrows furrow and her gaze is on him. Her eyes even widen a little bit.

She takes a few seconds to respond, and in all of those few seconds, Sirius can feel himself growing impatient. Before she can even finish saying yes, Sirius cuts her off.

“It’s a bit cold out here to be reading don’t you think?” his tone is harsh.

“What?” she replies confused, and Sirius almost feels bad. Almost.

“It’s just that it’s cold, and you’re not even wearing a jacket and…” Sirius’ voice begins to falter. His pride doesn’t let him stop. “I’m Regulus’ brother.”

She nods. “I know that,” she says sharply.

Sirius is immediately taken aback.

“Fine. Who are you anyway, his girlfriend or something?” he replies back with the same sharpness in his tone.

She laughs loudly enough to surprise him. He looks at her in confusion, and she shakes her head. “Who are you to ask something like that? You won’t even look at him.”

Sirius tries not to let that hurt him, but it does. “I’m his brother.” He keeps saying this. He’s hoping that after saying it enough times this simple fact will make up for everything else.

“No. I’m not his girlfriend,” she replies.

“You just seem to always be with him,” Sirius presses on, and he knows he shouldn’t, but some pathetic part of him feels like by talking to her, he’s kind of talking to Regulus.

“He’s my best friend.” With those simple words, Sirius has the daunting feeling that he has completely lost his brother. He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, and Y/n just stares up at him curiously.

“Why are you speaking to me, Sirius?” she asks after moments of silence.

“I don’t know,” he admits because isn’t it just the truth? He doesn’t know.

Y/n continues to stare at him, and it kind of annoys Sirius until she finally says, in a calm voice, “Talk to him before the match tomorrow.”

Sirius doesn’t really understand, but before he can ask, she’s adding on.

“ ‘Good luck’ or ‘you’re going down’ I don’t care what it is. Talk to him.” And with that, she goes back to her book.

Sirius is going to talk to him. The game is about to start, and Regulus is right there. He’s going to talk to him any minute now…

Regulus is already focused on the game. Most people have a hard time understanding Regulus, but to Sirius it comes naturally. He can see the way worry flickers across his face before immediately being pushed away. He feels the urge to reach out, to comfort him. And now he understands why Y/n had asked him to say something; he understands her conversation with Lily.

The whistle blows and Regulus is about to fly when Sirius blurts it out.

“Good luck,” he says to Regulus. Regulus is undoubtedly surprised. His eyebrows raise, and he’s quiet for a few seconds.

Then, he simply nods, “Sure, you too.”

Regulus doesn’t sound bitter. The interaction between them almost feels natural. Sirius smiles lightly. Although, it doesn’t take long for the brief happiness to subside into a feeling of guilt. He spent so much time resenting his brother for something outside of his control. He has a sinking feeling that he was wrong.

He tries to find Y/n in the stands, and when he does he breathes in sharply at the sight. She is smiling so brightly that he finds it difficult to look away. He hates to admit it, but he thinks he might have been wrong about her too.

[dreamingofmarauders]

𝐘𝐨𝐮!

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙊𝙣𝙚

James Potter x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

Next Part Series Masterlist

Summary: In which James Potter is beyond shocked to see you introduced as the newest Order member. After all, to him, you’re nothing but a cruel, cold, pureblooded Slytherin

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: House stereotyping/prejudice (I think that's it, if not, let me know please!)

A/N: The inspiration for this came while I was reading @ellecdc's Sirius Black x Reader series called Come Back, Be Here and it was such an amazing read! Go read it if you haven't already! <33

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The Order of the Phoenix, a secret society founded by the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, was gathered once again in another secret location. All the members were seated in their respective seats, looking at the Headmaster to begin speaking.

“Thank you all for coming on such short notice.” Dumbledore said, his voice bouncing off the walls, “I received a tip that revealed a death eater meeting is to take place tonight, not too far from Diagon Alley.” He said. “I will have to arrange a few members to be sent to scout out the meeting, but before that, I have an important announcement.”

Everyone in the room exchanged glances, a nervousness settling for what could be bad news to be revealed.

“I have recruited a new member, who has already proven what a great asset she will be to our team.”

“Who?” Sirius asked.

Albus Dumbledore gestured towards the door, “Come in.”

You strutted in, dressed in dark clothes with your wand twirling between your fingers as a smile sat upon your lips.

“You!”

And two sets of chairs screeched as two individual wands were directed at you.

“What are you doing here?!” James shouted, Sirius nodding as he backed his best mate.

“Charming. Quite a nice welcome you’ve all prepared for me, Headmaster?”

Dumbledore’s blue eyes twinkled as he directed his gaze from you to the pair of Black and Potter.

“Wands down, boys. Y/n L/n will henceforth be joining us from today.” He said, declaring it to the whole room.

“But, Professor!” James exclaimed, “Y/n’s a Slytherin!”

“Gee, thanks for noticing.”

James glared at you before he turned his eyes onto Dumbledore, his expression having turned into one of desperation. “You can’t possibly let her join!” He practically begged. “They’re all the same, the treacherous snakes can’t be trusted!”

Dumbledore opened his mouth to reply but you beat him to it.

“Well not everyone can be so dimwitted that they would end up in Gryffindor.” You said, making both James and Sirius scowl.

"We are very intelligent, thank you very much!" Sirius interjected, making you shoot a look in return that said are you really though?

“Plus," You continued "Not everyone is the same because even a lion could be a snake in disguise.”

James’ eyebrows furrowed together, “What do you mean to imply by that?”

You merely shrugged, earning a scoff from James.

“That’s enough now.” Professor McGonagall called out sternly, making both you and James fall quiet and take your seats.

“Now that we have exchanged small pleasantries,” James and you loudly scoffed, “Onto the mission. I will be sending out Remus Lupin, James Potter, Benjy Fenwick, Dorcas Meadowes and Y/n L/n.” Dumbledore gently smiled, “This tip was given by Y/n herself and this proves how much of a help Y/n’s addition to the Order will be.

A cry of protest sounded from the young Potter, “Headmaster! How can you believe her? For all we know, she could be sending us into a death trap!” James exclaimed, glaring at you, who stood up with a scoff.

“And that is the exact reason I am coming along! If something happens, I will be there too!”

“Nope! Not happening! Headmaster, I refuse to go if she goes!” James said.

“Mr. Potter,” McGonagall said, “Stop behaving so childish. Miss. L/n will be going and that is final.”

James grumbled and muttered, “Fine.” Knowing by now that Professor McGonagall could get real scary when she needed to be.

“Good, now get going.”

James glared your way to which you only smirked at him, irking the young Potter even more.

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The mission was partially successful as like the tip you had given, there was a death eater meeting. However, they sensed the presence of Order members too early and before you all could even cast a spell their way, they had gone.

Most of the Order had been kind and accepted you in, after all, if Dumbledore trusted you, what reason did they have not to? Well, everyone except for Sirius Black and James Potter. 

Especially James Potter.

He loathed you. Simple as that. Your mere existence irked him, like it has been since your shared days at Hogwarts. You always had a way that managed to annoy him, and he had been always determined to get under your skin every time he caught sight of you within the castle.

James wasn’t sure when it started but the interactions between the two of you had become frequent since fifth year. He despised you for being a Slytherin, after all you were just like the rest, acting as if you were superior. But it was also the way you winked at him or that teasing smile that crawled onto your lips. Or how you would speak in a playful tone, flicking your hair over your shoulder every time you walked away or how you twirled your wand teasingly between your nimble fingers.

It infuriated him.

Everything about you annoyed James Potter to no end.

Henceforth, why he was so against your arrival into the Order and how he was determined to get at you every chance he could get.

"Wow, L/n, I'm surprised you haven't melted yet." James said later one evening at an Order meeting.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, "Meaning?"

"Meaning my burning hatred towards you, I was expecting you to have skedaddled out of here."

You gave him a weird look, "Well, that genuinely made no sense, Potter. Now excuse me." You said, returning to your conversation with Remus.

James grumbled, turning towards his best mate, "Moony! Stop hanging out with her!"

Remus let out an exasperated sigh, "Listen, Prongs, I love having you as a friend, truly I do, but if you're going to keep this up, I won't hesitate to hex your arse off the planet."

James stared at his best friend, dumbfounded, while you doubled over laughing.

"Moony," James muttered out hollowly, "How could you? You're my best friend!" He accused Remus in an over dramatic manner.

"And Y/n is also a friend of mine."

This threw James off completely, "She's WHAT!?"

"A friend. She was nothing but polite to me throughout school and I have no reason to be rude to her."

You shot Remus a smile of gratitude before moving your gaze to James, eyes turning cold as you stood up.

"I love to annoy you, truly, but I find it unfair how you're always taking out what most of my house has done against me. Not everyone is the same. I'm not like them." You breathed out, your voice wavering near the end.

James suddenly felt a weird sensation wash over him and he watched you turn around and go.

"Mate," James looked at his friend, his attention snapping from you to Remus, "You don't need to be so mean to her. She has gone through a lot."

James scoffed loudly, "I doubt that."

Remus gave his friend an expression of what looked like pity and exasperation. He patted James on the shoulder before walking away. James stood there, lost within his own thoughts. He shook his head vigorously after a few seconds.

No, to him you were merely one of them. You were from a family of death eaters. You were from the house that turned out all the dark wizards. You were just one of them and nothing more. And he hated them all.

"I hate you." He whispered.

Although, James' perception about you would be challenged as the next Order mission would bring an unexpected twist.

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A/N: Ok, so I had this idea of this one scene and I was planning on just a oneshot but instead I decided to go ahead and make a mini series, just so I can write more about James and Reader in this enemies to lovers sort of trope. I've never really written for James before, so I hope you all liked it and stay tuned for the next one because it's going to be good! Love you all and take care! <33

Love, Serina ❤

[cuntrygirlcallista]

☆ I had to let you know that I got a crush on you..

draco malfoy has a crush on you…

Draco is extremely arrogant so initially he would try and impress you.

Bragging about his home and the lavish, expensive possessions his parents can afford him. It’s not charming at all, it’s actually quite annoying.

He’d have Crabbe and Goyle help him play it up more. They would sing his praises incessantly anytime they saw you. One time you even let them convince you to go see him at Quidditch practice.

It was a nightmare.

While attempting a very daring feat on his broomstick that involved a midair roll, he fell. Luckily Madam Hooch was supervising and was able to save the poor wizard. Seeing you giggling at his misfortune definitely hurt his pride.

Eventually Blaise snitched, even though by then you’d already pieced it all together.

You decided one day at the end of one of his long bragging sessions to finally tell him you knew.

“and Draco” you say haltingly, before walking off making him turn to face you. “The bragging isn’t going to win me over, I prefer gentleman”

After that something finally clicked for the moron. From then on he was as charming as could be. Taking you out on dates, calling you “princess” and surprisingly treating you like one.

You were actually starting to like him

@cuntrygirlcallista

[sukunasbow]

the slytherin boys confessing to you on new year’s eve

➤ blaise zabini

he waits for the right moment during the party in the slytherin common room. when the clock strikes midnight and the two of you are facing each other, not even taking notice of everyone around you celebrating a new year, he looks down at you and cups your face, pausing for a moment to admire you before kissing you.

➤ draco malfoy

he carries you to your dorm room when the party’s over and you’re barely able to walk straight after all the drinking, helping you get into bed and covering you with the blanket, brushing your hair out of your face and placing a trash can next to your bed. draco sits on the side of your bed, placing a comforting hand on your leg. when he thinks you’re asleep, he confesses to you, unaware that you’re awake and can hear him.

➤ lorenzo berkshire

when the crowd in the common room gets overwhelming and the loud music seems to be getting louder every second, lorenzo sneaks you away to his favourite spot in hogwarts, the astronomy tower. the weasley twins have fireworks going off to celebrate and the two of you just sit there and watch as the night sky lights up with different colours. he turns to look at you and you can feel him staring, so you do the same and shift your body so you’re looking at each other. “i’ve liked you since first year. i understand if you don’t feel the same way, but considering it’s a new year, i just needed to tell you. you mean so much to me.” he whispers.

➤ mattheo riddle

he can feel the jealousy radiating off of him as he’s sitting on one of the leather couches in the common room, watching you and harry potter join the rest of the crowd in dancing. your eyes shift to glance at mattheo behind harry’s shoulder, raising an eyebrow in confusion as he basically death stares at the brunette you’re swaying your hips against. when mattheo looks away, you do the same and bring your attention back to him, not expecting it when the angry slytherin walks up to you and harry. “matty? what—” before you can even finish your sentence, he punches harry right in the jaw and starts a fight with the gryffindor boy. later on, the two of you are in mattheo’s dorm as you clean his hands and the mark on his face from the one hit the other boy was actually able to get in. the party is still going on and although you’re pissed at him for ruining your night, he can’t help but tell you exactly why he started the fight and how much he wants you as you wipe some blood off of his bleeding knuckles.

➤ theo nott

theo takes a, slightly, calmer approach to his confession. when he sees you, his best friend, dancing with fred weasley, his immediate response is to shut down and distance himself from you for the rest of the night. he drowns his sorrows in cheap alcohol the twins managed to score for the party. eventually, when you realize you haven’t seen him in a bit, you part ways with fred to go find him. when you find him, he’s drinking alone on one of the leather couches in the middle of the room. confronting him, determined to figure out why he’s acting so weird, he drunkenly confesses.

[maralarsen]

Does he love me? >⁠.⁠<🎀

~Theodore Nott x reader~

WARNING: cursing

Fluff/Little angst

° | friends to lovers| °

° |Summary: Theo starts to be too nice and the reader wants to solve it

° | I'm starting to feel that my stories are boring even though I've only written 3 of them and one of them is supposed to have a sequel

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"Who ever thought that the important books would be the highest," I jumped to grab the book on the elixir, but of course like the two attempts before and now I missed. "Sh*t!" I sinned, "pretty girls shouldn't swear."

I turned at the sound of a rather familiar voice. "Theo stop kidding and help me," why am I jumping for a book when he just reaches out and has it right away.

"Try to ask," he said with a smirk.

"I can see how much you enjoy watching me struggle with my height, Mr. Supreme!" but he just smiled and sat down on the nearest chair. He probably won't really help me if I don't ask.

Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not one of "his girls" who will ask him for something. I've known Theo long enough to not be naive that he likes me even though I had him. It's too much to say that I she could admit that at all.

But I'm not going to ask him for one stupid book.

CHAIR.

God, why didn't I think of that sooner. I walked over to the chair that was next to him, on which he was sitting, and moved it to the bookshelf.

"Why don't you just use a wand?" he asked me. "Because I probably forgot it?!" I reached for the book and took it in my hand, "ha, finally!" I raised my hands in the air as a sign of victory and I jumped from my chair to push her to her place.

"What are you planning for the evening?" I turned to face him, "I definitely don't intend to sleep under the image of God." I answered his question truthfully.

I wasn't the type to go to a party and then go to sleep and wake up in someone else's bed in the morning.

"Too bad, I thought you would come today," I raised an eyebrow at him, "and why?" he smiled at me and got up from his chair and slowly walked towards me.

He brushed a stray strand of my (c/h) hair out of my face and tucked it into place, behind my ear. "I don't even know myself, I had a feeling that you would say yes this time," I looked at him in disbelief, I was shocked by his actions.

There was always a friendly atmosphere between us and none of us ever crossed it. Why he suddenly behaves like that is strange to me.

"But as you can see I said no," I pulled away from him and left the library with the book in my hands.

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A week later:

Interactions with Theo became more and more frequent.

Touching hands more often while walking. Hugging more often when saying goodbye. More frequent peeking during class. And more often compliments.

It didn't bother me because one side of me screamed after every touch of his, but the other warned me against this and shouted to be careful.

But as it usually happens with a teenage girl in love, the first page won me over. I longed for his touch, for his caress, for every compliment. He was literally making me a desperate pile of misery. Well, I didn't show anything on the outside. At least I tried, I don't know if it really worked.

I wanted to talk to him about this. Because all he gave me was a sweep. I didn't know what to expect from him. Is he serious or just kidding?

This is how I ended up in Pansy's room. "Pansy please give me some advice," I begged her with desperation in my voice. "I think you should go see him…ouch!" she tried to give me advice while doing her makeup for today's Slytherin party.

Unfortunately, this combination ended with a pencil sticking into her eye. "Are you okay?" "Ow. Hey, I just pricked myself, shit." she put the pencil down and sat on the bed next to me. "Listen, go after him," "but what if he..." I started playing with the laces on my sweatshirt.

"No problem! F*ck you woman, you're only young once, so f*ck him if you love him. And also everything points to the fact that he loves you too!" I looked at her.

"But what if I don't love him, what if it's just an infatuation that we'll regret later?!" I threw up my hands. That's what I was most afraid of, that it was just an infatuation, nothing more than a little romance. And I will hurt him and our friendship.

“Listen, (y/n/n)! If you didn't love him and it was just a romance, just an infatuation, you wouldn't be despairing over it now. You wouldn't care. And something tells me he feels the same way. At this time she's always on the astronomical tower smoking." I smiled at her and hugged her.

"Why did I deserve you Pans, thank you!" she grabbed my hands and said: "You'll thank me later now run," definitely I didn't hesitate any longer and ran to the door.

I literally ran through the corridors to get to the astronomical tower as soon as possible and catch him there. When I finally got there, I stopped in front of the stairs. What if he rejects me...NO! Enough of the doubt it's now or never!

I confidently walked up the stairs. I saw him leaning against a pillar smoking. My self-confidence left me the moment he noticed me and put out his cigarette. "What are you doing here?" he asked me. "Theo, we need to talk!" he raised his eyebrows "Did I do something?" Yes you did! I walked closer to him "Damn you realize what you're doing to me. The unexpected affection. Why Theodore, why now. If you just want me in bed then do it right now stop. Because you won't get me there even though I love you so much that I'm afraid to admit it to myself. God, you can't even imagine how much I was bothered by all those girls clinging to you and..." it was so fast that I didn't even have time to react .

One moment he was leaning against a pillar the next his lips were on mine. It was a kiss worth a million unheard words. A kiss that confirmed mutual affection.

He pulled away first with his right hand on my waist and his left on my face. When did he manage to put them there? "F*ck! You don't even realize how long I wanted to kiss you. Feel your lips on mine. I love you. And I'm finally not afraid to admit it. I've loved you since the day I saw you for the first time, even though as an 11-year-old I didn't even realize it and didn't know what love was. Hence all the affection. That's why now. Because when I saw you in that library. That's when I realized that I don't want anyone but you. Only you and your personality." when he spoke, I couldn't believe his words. I had never seen so many emotions in his eyes in my life.

"Theo I don't know what to say," I dreamily looked into his stormy blue eyes.

"Don't say anything just love me. Love me like your life depends on it because I already do," he loves me.

Theodore Nott loves me! Me!

Now I wanted only one thing: "Kiss me." Please!" I begged him. "Are you seriously begging? You (y/n) (y/l)?" "Yes please. And now please do it!" He smirked and his lips met mine, but now with more softness than if they were made of glass and he has to take care of them and protect them so they don't break.

I kissed him back and my hands tangled in his hair and they pulled him closer. He pushed me against the wall in return. I finally felt complete as if I had always belonged in his arms.

I pulled away from his hungry mouth "I love you! Theodore Nott," "I love you too (y /n) (y/l). More than you can imagine," I smiled at him and pressed my forehead to his.

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• English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance for the mistakes

• If you have any requests for a story, write to me ☺️

[loonsloon]

@rosekillermicrofic may 11 - lollipop - words: 464 cw: sexual thoughts

''—at I just said, Barty?'' Regulus’ voice finally penetrates Barty’s thoughts and his gaze shifts to his friend—now standing before him with crossed arms.

''Sorry Reg! I already finished my essay, maybe Potter can go with you?'' Barty replies, smiling guiltily up at him. Reg just shakes his head and continues to murmur under his breath as he heads to the library. He shuts the door behind him so hard, it causes Barty to flinch.

He turns his gaze back to Evan, who is sitting across the room on his own bed. Green covers draped around his shoulders starkly contrasting with the red candy that is dangling from his lips. Evan has been sucking on it for the last fifteen minutes, and Barty swears there’s drool on Evan’s bottom lip that is making Barty want to lick it off himself. He is scribbling something (probably an essay, that Barty indeed did not finish) on a piece of parchment. Every so often, his hand reaches for the lollipop, and the inappropriate pop sound it makes causes Barty’s breath to hitch—like it does right now.

''You okay, Barty?’’ Evan finally looks up at him, concern evident in his features. ''You’ve been quiet all evening,'' he adds.

Barty manages to clear his throat and mumble a poor 'yeah' with too high a pitch. It prompts Evan to hum and return his attention to the paper in front of him. He shoves the damn thing back into his mouth. Only to position it in front of his clenched teeth, red-stained lips wrapping around the shape of the candy. By placing his index finger to the tip of the stick, he spins it in circles.

And who the fuck sucks the lollipop like that?

He swears he can hear it graze Evan’s front teeth. The clinking sound makes Barty shiver, even though they’re sitting on opposite sides of the room. It immediately sends a reaction to his already hard dick—which has been awake for the past fifteen minutes, ever since he heard Evan struggling with the wrapper of the lollipop—while he was discussing the essay with Regulus.

Throughout the whole discussion, Evan kept toying with the stupid candy; placing it between his fingers like a cigarette, sticking it against an inside of his cheek so it protrudes out while it was Regulus’ turn to speak. Only to pop it out again and continue the discussion, pointing it threateningly in Reg’s direction.

And if Barty hears that pop sound one more time, he’ll throw away their friendship—as well as the stupid lollipop—and replace the candy with his dick.

''Barty, I’m struggling a bit with this part—so if you’re done with your essay, could you take a look at mine?'' Evan asks, popping the lollipop out.

Barty sees white.

[raekensluver]

shadows of the past (3)

part one, part two

description: reuniting with with your ex-boyfriend theodore nott after two years was the moment you had been looking forward to since the war.

pairing: ex-boyfriend!death eater!theodore nott x fem!reader

contains: angst, talks of the war of hogwarts, happy ending!

song rec: love like ghosts by: lord huron- "baby in my eyes you do no wrong"

w.c: 2.5k

an: last part! i'm so excited to complete my first series! i appreciate feedback! let me know what you thought! (original title was broken promises)

the cobblestone streets of the quaint french town were bathed in the warm, golden light of the setting sun. a gentle breeze carried the scent of fresh bread and blooming flowers from nearby windowsills, mingling with the faint whispers of the evening's approaching coolness. your hair dancing in the wind, ambled along the narrow alleyways, your eyes scanning the unfamiliar sights. the war had left its scars, but you were healing, including your heart which had learned to mend. you had moved here to escape the shadows of your past, to start anew, and perhaps, find some semblance of peace.

as you passed the charming, dusty bookstore, something tugged at the corner of your eye. It was a simple place, with a wooden sign creaking gently in the breeze. the allure of the books within was too strong to resist. you pushed open the door, and the familiar scent of aged pages and ink enveloped you like a comforting embrace. the bell chimed a cheerful greeting, and you felt the weight of the world lighten just a bit. the shelves were packed tightly, a maze of stories and knowledge waiting to be discovered. you lost yourself in the aisles, your fingertips tracing the spines of books that whispered promises of adventure and romance.

it was in the shadow of the history section that you saw him. theo. frozen in place, you stared for a moment, unable to believe that after all this time, fate had led you both to this book-filled sanctuary. he looked the same yet different; his eyes had lost the haunted look that had once lingered in their depths, replaced by a softness that made your heart ache with longing. he looked up from the book he was holding, and when your eyes met, time seemed to stop. the pain of the past two years washed over you in a torrent of emotions, but so did the love that had never truly disappeared.

"theodore," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper. he looked up, surprise flitting across his features before they softened into recognition. he closed the book gently and took a step towards you, his hand reaching out tentatively. "i can't believe it's you," he said, his voice thick with emotion. you stepped closer, and he enveloped you in a warm embrace that felt like coming home after a long, cold journey. you held onto him tightly, feeling the steady beat of his heart against yours, the same rhythm that had once been your lullaby.

when you pulled away, there were tears in your eyes. "how have you been?" you asked, your voice shaking slightly. he sighed, his eyes scanning the lines of your face, the newfound strength in your posture. "i've been surviving," he replied, his voice filled with a sadness that mirrored your own. "the war… it changed us all." you nodded, understanding the unspoken words that hung between you. the choices he had made, the burdens he had borne to keep you safe, were etched into the very fabric of your shared history.

theo reached into his pocket and pulled out a small chain necklace. the swan charm glinted in the soft light, just as it had the night you gave it to him at hogwarts. "i've kept it with me," he said, his voice hoarse. "every day, i thought of you. i wanted to come back to you." you took the necklace, feeling the weight of its significance in your palm.

you both sat down on a small bench by the window, surrounded by the silent witnesses of bound pages. theo spoke of his time in battle, his efforts to dismantle the death eater network from within, and his fear of what might happen if you had been caught in the crossfire. each word was a step back in time, a painful reminder of the love you had to sacrifice for the sake of safety. yet, as he spoke, you realized that the war had changed him. there was a newfound resolve in his eyes, a determination to right the wrongs of his past

you shared your own tale of survival, the quiet moments of hope you had clung to while the world around you crumbled. the friends lost, the battles won, and the painful realization that life goes on, even when hearts are left shattered. you had moved on, but theo remained a constant in your thoughts, a question mark in the narrative of your life that you longed to resolve.

"i waited for you," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "every night, I'd look at the moon and wonder if you were out there, doing what you had to do." theo's eyes searched yours, seeking forgiveness and understanding. "i know it doesn't change anything, but i need you to know that i never stopped loving you." his hand found yours, weaving your fingers together as if trying to reconnect the threads of your shattered hearts.

the air in the bookstore grew thick with unspoken words and the echoes of a love that had been buried but never forgotten. theo's thumb brushed against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "i've missed you so much," he said, his voice cracking. "every day, every moment, it was like a piece of me was gone."

you leaned into his touch, feeling the warmth spread through your body. "me too," you whispered, your eyes glistening. "i didn't think i could ever love anyone else."

the silence that followed was filled with the quiet thud of your heartbeats, echoing in the small space. theo's gaze dropped to the necklace in your hand. "i had to find you," he murmured. "i couldn't live with the thought of you moving on without knowing the truth."

you looked up at him, hope flickering in your eyes. "what truth?"

theo took a deep breath, his grip on your hand tightening. "the night i left, i was given a choice. a terrible, impossible choice. to become a death eater, or to watch you suffer." his eyes searched yours, seeking absolution. "i thought if i could infiltrate them, protect you from the inside, it would be better than letting you live in fear. i didn't want you to be part of that world."

your heart clenched at his words. the sacrifice he had made, the torment he must have endured, all to keep you safe. you squeezed his hand in return, feeling the weight of his pain. "i understand," you said, your voice trembling. "but why didn't you tell me?"

theo's eyes searched yours, filled with regret. "i was afraid," he admitted. "afraid that if you knew, you'd try to stop me. or worse, you'd think i didn't love you enough to fight for us." he took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "but i was wrong. i should have trusted you."

you nodded, the tears spilling over your lashes. "we both made mistakes," you said, your voice thick with emotion. "but we're here now, and that's what matters." the bookstore had grown dimmer, the sun setting outside casting a warm glow on the two of you. the world outside felt far away, and for a moment, it was just you and theo, two lost souls finding each other again.

theo reached into his pocket and pulled out a small parchment, folded neatly. "i wrote you more letters," he said, his voice low. "every week, i wrote to tell you how much i loved you, to explain what i was doing. but i never sent them." he handed the parchment to you, his eyes pleading for you to understand. you took it, feeling the warmth of his touch still lingering on the paper.

as you unfolded the parchment, the ink looked fresh, as if the words had been written just moments ago. you read the first line, your eyes blurring with tears. "my dearest," it began, and with each word, you felt the love that had been trapped between the lines for so long. It was a testament to the depth of his feelings, a chronicle of his pain and longing.

"why didn't you send them?" you asked, your voice choked with emotion. theo looked down at his hands, which were now clenched tightly in his lap. "i was afraid of giving you false hope," he said, his voice barely audible. "and if they had been found, it would have put you in danger. i wanted to protect you."

you took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words. "but you were also protecting me from the truth," you said softly. "and that hurt almost as much as the lie." theo nodded, his eyes filled with remorse. "i know," he said. "but i had to believe that one day, we'd be together again. that's what kept me going."

the bell over the door jingled, interrupting the solemn moment. the bookstore owner, a plump woman with a kind smile, called out in french, reminding you of the time. theo glanced at the door, then back at you. "will you walk with me?" he asked. "i have so much more to tell you."

you nodded, the parchment clutched tightly in your hand. as you stepped out into the cool evening air, the cobblestone streets had transformed into a canvas of shadows and light. the town had come alive with the whispers of the night, the distant sound of laughter, and the faint strums of a guitar. theo led you to a quiet park, the play of shadows from the street lamps dancing across the benches. you sat down, the night air wrapping around you like a soft blanket.

theo began to speak, his voice low and earnest. he recounted his time through the war, the battles he had fought, and the moments he had doubted himself. his words painted a picture of a man torn between his love for you and his duty to the cause he had been forced to serve. each letter was a secret confession, a silent declaration of his enduring love, trapped within the bounds of fear and duty. you listened, your heart aching for the pain he had endured.

as he talked, you felt the pieces of your shattered past slowly fitting back together. the anger and hurt began to dissipate, replaced by a profound understanding of the weight of the choices he had made. you reached out and touched his cheek, feeling the stubble that had grown there. "i'm here now," you said, your voice firm. "and i'm not going anywhere."

as the stars began to peek out from behind the clouds, casting a soft glow over the park, theo reached the end of his tale. the silence that followed was filled with the heavy weight of the past and the delicate promise of a future. you studied his face, the lines of exhaustion etched into his skin, the shadows under his eyes that spoke of countless sleepless nights.

you leaned in and kissed him gently, tasting the salt of his tears. it was a kiss that contained all the words you couldn't say, all the moments you had missed, and all the love that had never truly waned. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as if he were afraid you might disappear again. you felt the warmth of his breath against your cheek, the steady beat of his heart echoing your own.

when you pulled away, theo's eyes searched yours, looking for reassurance. "can you forgive me?" he asked, his voice ragged with hope. you nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "we both have a lot to forgive," you said. "but i think we've suffered enough."

theo's shoulders relaxed, and he leaned his forehead against yours. "i promise," he murmured, "to never keep secrets from you again." you felt the sincerity in his words, the depth of his regret. "i know," you whispered back. "and i promise to trust you, no matter what."

as you sat there, the quiet night sounds of the town wrapping around you, you realized that the war had not only stolen your present but had also tried to claim your future. but here you were, together again, and the love that had once burned so brightly between you was rekindling. it was fragile, yes, but it was also fierce, a testament to the strength of the bond you shared.

theo's hand found yours again, and he entwined your fingers, as if by doing so, he could weave back together the threads of time that had been torn apart. "what now?" he asked, his voice filled with hope and trepidation. "we start again," you said, squeezing his hand firmly. "we build a new life, together."

as you both stood, the chill of the evening air seemed to dissipate with the lingering shadows of the past. theo led you through the winding streets, the cobblestones cool underfoot, the gas lamps casting a warm glow that danced in your eyes.

you walked hand in hand, the quiet companionship of the night wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. the conversation flowed easily, as if the two years apart had been nothing but a brief intermission in a lifelong dialogue. you shared your new life in france, the people you had met, and the quiet moments of joy you had found amidst the ruins of the past. theo listened intently, his eyes never leaving yours, as if he were trying to absorb every detail, every memory.

as you approached the small apartment that had become your sanctuary, you felt a twinge of nervousness. the walls held the whispers of your solitude, the echoes of your tears, and now, they would bear witness to the rekindling of a love that had been buried but never truly forgotten. theo seemed to sense your apprehension and squeezed your hand gently. "i'm here," he murmured, the words a gentle reminder that you were no longer alone.

you unlocked the door, the familiar creak a comforting sound in the stillness of the night. the warm glow of the fireplace spilled into the room, casting a warm, flickering light on the worn armchair where you had spent countless evenings lost in thought. theo followed you inside, his eyes taking in the cozy space that held the essence of your soul. he set the letters down on the small wooden table, a silent promise that he would share all of himself with you, just as you had shared your heart.

the fire crackled and danced in the grate, casting shadows across the floor. you both sat down on the sofa, the fabric worn smooth from the countless times you had curled up there with a book. the silence was filled with the soft whispers of the flame and the beating of your hearts, a rhythm that had once been lost but now found again.

[the-most-faithful]

Thomas P. Erwin from Harry Potter and the Man of Unknown by gsilverleaf

[ultravioletbrit]

“fog” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 302 words

NSFW: sexual content / semi public sex

James slides his hands up Regulus’ back lifting his shirt and Regulus doesn’t hesitate to let him take it off. Regulus removes James’ shirt as well and runs his hands over James’ muscles, unconcerned with the thin layer of sweat on his chest and stomach. James grabs Regulus’ waist and pulls him closer and when their hips meet, they both gasp before fiercely crashing their lips together.

•

They’re in the back of James’ car, and if the fog on the windows doesn’t give away what they’re doing, the loud moans Regulus can’t contain certainly will. It’s late and they’re parked in a secluded outlook surrounded by trees, but this is one of the best areas for stargazing, so there’s always a chance someone might see the car.

Regulus is fumbling with James’ belt as James is working open mouth kisses down Regulus’ neck, shoulder and collarbone. Once both of their belts, buttons and zippers are taken care of, Regulus puts both hands on James’ shoulders and pushes him back slightly. James tries to lean back in, but Regulus holds him in place.

“How do you want to do this?” Regulus pants against James’ lips.

“I don’t care.” James eagerly catches Regulus’ lips again.

“I need these off now, James.” Regulus mumbles as he pulls on the waistband of James’ jeans.

James easily picks Regulus up and sits him beside him on the seat. They both shimmy out of their jeans and boxers and Regulus is straddling James again in a matter of seconds.

“Better?” James asks with a smile. Regulus can only nod because James already has his hand on the back of Regulus’ neck pulling him in for another messy kiss.

James’ other hand is sliding down between their bodies and suddenly any thoughts of someone finding them leave Regulus’ mind.    

[lulublack90]

Prompt 31 - Gold

@wolfstarmicrofic August 31, word count 406

Sirius picked at the gold thread on his robes that made up the roaring lion of the Gryffindor emblem. His parents were going to kill him. 

“Don’t worry mate, at least you’ve got us,” James tried to cheer him up.

“Oh, yeah, two disgraced purebloods,” He scoffed, his voice sounding so much posher than the others in his new dorm. 

“Oi!” Peter squawked at the disrespect. 

“Sorry. And a half-blood with a muggle mother,” He carried on his rant.

“Oi!” Remus glowered at him, “Leave my mum out of this,” Sirius baulked at the sight of Remus’s teeth showing through bared lips. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s just my mother isn’t going to like me hanging out with any of you,” Sirius tried to apologise, though it just sounded more like an excuse. Remus huffed at him and drew the curtains around his four-poster bed. Sirius swallowed. They’d barely been up there for five minutes, and he’d already pissed them all off. Especially Remus, he’d had so many questions to ask him about his family and especially his mother. He’d never even spoken to a half-blood, let alone one with an actual muggle for a parent. He was beyond excited, but he’d mucked it up as usual. 

That night, after everyone had gone to bed, he snuck over to Remus’s bed. “Lupin? Hey, Lupin, are you awake?” He whispered into the darkness. 

“No, I’m sleeping,” Came the muffled reply. 

“Oh, good,” Sirius grinned and pushed his way through the curtains. “I just wanted to apologise. I didn’t mean to offend you, I actually really am interested in hearing about your life and everything. I’ve only ever been introduced to other purebloods and I don’t know if you know this, but they’re a boring bunch.” He babbled at the tired boy. 

“Alright, I’ll forgive you if you just go to sleep,” Remus yawned widely. 

“Okay,” Sirius agreed instantly and settled down next to Remus.

“Not in here! In your own bed!” Remus protested. 

“Nope you told me to go to sleep, and I am doing what you told me to do,” he grinned wickedly. 

“Fine, whatever, just don’t hog the covers,” Remus sighed and rolled over.

“Night Remus,” He said quietly. 

“Prick,” Remus grunted and fell back asleep. Sirius chucked as quietly as he could, thinking he might actually enjoy being a Gryffindor if it meant spending time with the grumpy boy beside him.

[ecstarry]

"Regulus' Birthday" - a sweet microfic set in the same universe as my fic Dare to Stay // @fromagony @godsofwoes // 486 words

“Happy Birthday, love.” Regulus was awaken to the soft voice of his James. His James. His James waking him up. With a gentle kiss, on his birthday. In his bed. He slowly opened his eyes as a smile adorned his face. 

“Good morning, Jamie.”

It was their first big celebration together ever since they shared their first kiss a few months ago. They had longed for each other too many years to waste a single day apart. James was good at making up for lost time. 

“Get dressed, the boys have a surprise for you.” 

He quickly put on some pants and James’ shirt from yesterday. He loved nothing more than smelling like him first thing in the morning. James held the bedroom door for him, and as Regulus passed him by, James grabbed him from behind, placed his chin on Regulus’ shoulder and very gently whispered “I love you.” Three words that never failed to send a shiver through Regulus’ spine. 

Regulus turned around, his hands instinctively cupping James' face. "I love you too, Jamie."

“Let’s go, love. I can feel the boys getting impatient.”

Giggles and tiny voices grew louder as they walked down the stairs. When they reached the last step Regulus stopped dry. The entrance had a big banner reading ‘Happy Birthday’ in fun colors, and ‘we love you’ written under it in what was clearly Harry and Draco’s writing. 

Before he could even process the overwhelming warmth that was filling him, two little boys rushed towards his arms with such a force that he fell over. 

“Happy birthday Uncle Reggie!” Said Draco as he kissed his cheek.

“Aaaaah!” Harry just screamed as he also launched himself towards a fallen Regulus. Harry hugged him tightly, a gesture Regulus held onto dearly just as much as the first time it happened. 

“Okay, let’s give my fiancé some space on his big day. Let’s go show him his surprise.” James helped him up and they followed the boys towards the kitchen. 

Like two miniature guards, Draco and Harry stood on opposite sides of the pantry door.

“One, two, three!”

“Surprise!” Sirius said as the doors opened and ran towards Regulus to embrace him. 

“I thought you were going to be away,” Regulus whispered to his brother’s ear while holding onto him. 

“I have never spent a birthday away from you, I was not going to start now little brother.”

Regulus couldn’t help the tears falling down his cheeks. He remembered the loneliness and desperation that filled his fifteen year old self. He was now living a reality that once upon a time felt like a fantasy. Something unattainable, something someone like Regulus Black would never deserve.

He now had everything he had ever longed for. 

There, one day in July, standing in the kitchen of Potter Manor, Regulus Blacked had no more scars left to heal. He was happy. Entirely and blissfully happy. 

here's the complete fic that started it all

[yupthisisshe]

Your voice is my favorite sound -- Neville Longbottom x gn! Reader

Summary: Nevile begins rambling about plants and Neville apologizes for talking too much. Reader assures him that they do not mind at all.

A/N: Reader and Neville may or may not be dating. It’s up to you <3

Happy reading! :)

Neville had been rambling on about plants for the last 6 minutes. You didn’t mind. You liked plants as well, and you loved learning more from Neville. You also loved it when he felt confident and comfortable enough to talk as much as he was right now.

“ohandmynewfavoriteplantisohmymerlinitssooooooocoolandithealsanditsfriendlyand [oh and my new favorite is oh my Merlin it's soooooooo cool and it heals and it's friendly and]- oh my Merlin I’m so sorry I’m talking so much. I’ll stop now.” Neville says abruptly, cutting himself off.

“What? Why?!” you questioned.

“Well- because- I-… am I not talking too much? I mean most people tend to get annoyed and tell me to shut up and-”

“Then those people won’t get to hear all the lovely and helpful things you have to say,” you responded with a smile, indicating that you weren’t annoyed in the slightest and that you wanted to hear more.

“Oh… um… thank you. For saying that.”

“Well, I meant it. I love listening to you. I could listen to you talk all day, although I don't know if I could go all day without accidentally interrupting when I get excited,” you chuckled. “But honestly, I love it when you talk, and I love talking to you. And you're super helpful. I've learned a lot from you and the information you share is extremely useful.” Neville grinned widely but sheepishly all the same. After a pause, he spoke again.

“So then, would you… like for me to continue?” he asked nervously.

“Of course!” you replied positively.

“Really?” Neville asked. His surprise that you wanted to hear him talk broke your heart a little bit. Even though the two of you had been close for a while now, he still wasn’t always sure of himself, even about simple things. You knew you had to say something to reassure him and demonstrate just how much you truly did love to hear him talk.

“Neville,” you began. Neville looked way more nervous than he should’ve. You gave him a smile to ease his worries as you continued. “Do you know what my favorite sound is?”

He pauses, taken aback by the seemingly sudden question, but not necessarily thrown off by the randomness in of itself. You can be pretty random at times, but he doesn’t mind. He thinks for a moment, then responds,

“Um, n-no. I don’t,” he responds, awaiting a revelation that he will surely take note of later, so as to not forget.

“Your voice.” You smile, and Neville looks like he could burst with joy and like he can’t believe his ears. It seems he really can’t believe his ears because he asks for clarification.

“M-my voice?” he asks tentatively.

“Yes.” you smile sweetly, and Neville swears he looking at the kindest person he’s ever met and ever will meet, “your voice.” He smiles even wider than before, and you swear his brightness puts the sun to shame. He continues to tell you more about plants and you continue to listen faithfully, adding in a few questions and thoughts of your own along the way. Neville’s jubilance doesn’t fade one bit for the rest of the day, and you could swear he must’ve worn his smile to sleep because he was still grinning a bit when you saw him the next morning.

[dreamingofmarauders]

𝐈'𝐦 𝐒𝐨 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙁𝙤𝙪𝙧

James Potter x Slytherin!Fem!Reader!

Summary: In which you go back home only to find something dreadful waiting for you there already

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, torture, also blood but nothing extreme, crying, death(s), knives, I think that's it?

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Over the next week and a half or so, James was there as you recovered. To the surprise of Lily and Molly, you were doing better than they expected, you were healing fast. Of course, only you knew how many times you had been tortured that landed you on the brink of death, and made it back, all in that hellhole you used to call home.

James was constantly asking if you were alright, if you needed something, and even though you had told him not to, James Potter was full of guilt.

Not only had he misjudged you and been rude to you for years, he was the reason you could have lost your life. He had to make it up to you, somehow. And he was glad you two decided to turn back the pages and write a new story, as he found your company very pleasant.

Sirius was completely blown away at the behavior of his best mate. Sure, you had saved James' life, but that didn't mean James had to follow you around like a lost puppy. Sirius had nearly stopped his cold behavior towards you but didn't try to warm up either. Remus merely quietly chuckled to himself at the sight of James and you. It was quite amusing to him, how James had hated your guts but was now wanting to spend quality time with you.

Going into the second week after the incident, you realized you were well enough and had to head home. James however declared he would escort you home, and would not take no for an answer.

"Potter, I'll be fine." You gritted through your teeth. James' constant stubbornness did manage to get on your nerves from time to time.

"No. I am going and that's final." He said, being stubborn as ever.

"Prongs, let L/n go if she says so." Sirius spoke in between, not happy about the newfound connection between the two of you.

James glared at him and gripped your forearm with a tight grip so you couldn't remove his hand, but not tight enough to hurt you.

You sighed in exasperation. "Fine." You said, giving in. You waved goodbye to Remus and Sirius, the latter not giving any response while Remus wished you farewell.

You and James walked out of headquarters before you closed your eyes, imagining your little cottage and the two of you apparated. You felt a wave of nausea hit you as your feet hit the ground and you bent over.

"Are you ok?" James asked with worry, trying to peer at your face.

You waved a hand, "Yeah, I'm fine." You answered, straightening up. However your mouth went dry and fear filled your whole being at the sight before you.

The door to your cottage was wide open, darkness pooling out. Above the building you called home, a colossal skull, composed of what looked like emerald stars, with a serpent protruding from its mouth like a tongue, etched against the black sky like a constellation.

The Dark Mark

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" You whimpered, running towards your cottage with James on your tail. You rushed in, halting near your kitchen when you saw a dark red liquid staining the walls. Your breaths began to come out short and quickly, you felt your legs weaken as you leaned against the wall for support.

"This can't be happening." You breathed out, afraid of what you would see if you walked a few more steps in. James came from behind and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, surveying the situation.

"Y/n," He spoke softly, "We should go. I'll let the Order know and they can come and-"

"No." You shook your head as you freed yourself from the young Potter's grip, walking further in.

“Y/n.” James tried but you paid him no heed.

In the middle of the room sat such a heart wrenching sight that crushed your heart and soul entirely.

Your beloved House-Elf, the one companion you had since childhood, the one who healed your wounds, the one who had always made sure you ate and slept properly. The same House-Elf who had stayed by your side no matter how many times you had freed him, the one true friend you had for the longest time.

Dead.

And what broke your heart even more was that he had sacrificed his life, as his body lay lifeless in front of a small bundle of fur, also drowning in a pool of blood. The same puppy you had rescued from the streets only two months prior.

Both of them,

Dead.

You sank to your knees, sobbing your heart out.

"I'm so sorry." You managed to say out in between the heavy sobs escaping your mouth. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you two."

James stood rooted to his spot, reeling in with shock.

You shakily raised your hands out, grabbing the handles of the very metal that was pierced into your friends bodies and pulled them out. You tossed the knives to the side in anger, letting out a scream. At that, James finally snapped out of it and kneeled down beside you, bringing you into his chest.

"I'm so sorry." He said, rubbing your back as you cried.

You two stayed in that position for the next few moments. However a new sound caught both your attention.

Crack!

You pulled away from James' chest, wiping your face as you both exchanged a look.

Someone had just apparated onto the premises.

You both immediately jumped to your feet, wands raised in front of you.

You heard very tiny sounds of the pitter patter of feet and James moved forward, putting himself in front of you. You watched with bated breath over James' shoulder and when the newly arrived came into view, you shrieked, happiness and relief overwhelming you as you pushed past James. You fell onto your knees as you hugged your best friend.

"Willy! You're alive!" You spoke, feeling like your heart would burst.

A bark sounded and a very small bundle of white fur pounced onto you, excitedly licking your face. You picked him up, peppering his face with kisses.

"Hello to you too, my sunshine." You spoke as you hugged your dog, Fluffy, to your chest and pulled in Willy for a hug with your other arm. You were so overwhelmed with joy that tears began to cascade down your face again.

"Mistress, please do not cry. Willy did not mean to make Mistress cry."

You let out a watery laugh.

"How many times have I told you to call me Y/n, Willy?"

The House-Elf's cheeks colored pink. "Sorry, Mistress."

You wiped your tears away and then frowned, turning back to look at the scene in the kitchen.

"But if you're alive then, what's that?" You asked Willy, pointing over your shoulder.

"Those are fake, Mistress." Willy squeaked out. "About two weeks ago, I heard someone apparate and the wards shifted. Willy thought it must be you, Mistress, but it was not. You had told us to run if anyone evil came here, and we did but Willy had a good idea and with magic, Willy made the impostors so the evil people think it is us but Fluffy and Willy were gone and safe."

You let out a happy cry.

"You are an absolute genius, Willy, always have been! But how did you know we were here?"

Willy's ears bounced as he replied, "Willy had put up a new ward that allowed Willy to sense a new arrival if someone passed that ward."

You shook your head, smiling brighter than James had ever seen as you turned around, almost forgetting he was there.

"We need to go back. I need to stay at Headquarters until I can find a new place to shift us all."

James nodded but spoke without realizing, "Of course, but you could come to my place, it's fairly empty."

He mentally slapped himself. You two were at loggerheads two weeks ago and now here he was offering you to stay at his flat.

You smiled, "Thank you for the offer, but it wouldn't be nice of us to intrude, plus," You looked down at the excited puppy in your arms, "Headquarters may be more ideal for Fluffy in terms of space."

James nodded, not trusting himself to speak for if he did, something stupid would escape his mouth again.

James and you went through your cottage, collecting anything of importance and essentials, before apparating back to Headquarters, leaving the cottage in the state it was in case someone came back.

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A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you're all well! This chapter was okay I feel but I'm more excited for the next few chapters, you'll see why when they're out! Take care! <33

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