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Me & The Devil P.2 🌘| Harry Potter Imagine

takes place during HBP & DH1

Part 1 here Final Part | HP Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Black!Sister reader x HP characters (platonic), Severus Snape x reader (platonic/semi-romantic)

Content Warnings: death, violence, profanity, angst, slight cannon divergence, mentions of torture and blood, set during the book timeline of the 1990s | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 6k

Requested yes/no

Premise: A dark storm is brewing over Hogwarts. The return of Voldemort and his Death Eaters spark unease in the Golden Trio. For a certain member of the Noble House of Black, she takes on a new role of double agent with the partnership between her and a certain Hogwarts professor. Will she survive the ordeal and get her freedom when it's all over? The odds are slim when acting as a loyal servant and hunted by aurors.

Note: Snape is 37 in this like the books and reader is 31. Part 3 will be the final chapter to this miniseries but I have no idea when it will be posted. Hope y’all like this one! Also near the end the final scenes are inspired by Wanda in MOM so yeah that belongs to Marvel

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Months went by. Waiting. Scheming. Y/n felt her mind deteriorate by the day. Between Bellatrix’s constant complaints of Draco’s failures and Narcissa’s moping, Y/n spent most of her time in the attic of Malfoy Manor. Hidden away to perfect her spells and create new ones. She even managed to successfully become an animagus.

A black crow.

How fitting.

At times Y/n found herself sitting in front of the window. Especially when it rained. The lightning in the distance, the crisp air filling the attic walls. Lost in her thoughts, Y/n would caress the silver jewelry laid on her left ring finger.

Once a month she’d receive a letter from Severus, unbeknownst to the others, detailing Draco’s attempts and all the times Snape’s had to cover for him. As part of their deal to keep quiet of the others' disloyalty and motives behind actions, Snape agreed to update her on Draco and keep the Order off Y/n’s trail. For Y/n’s side of the bargain, she agreed to deflect suspicion on him from their fellow Death Eaters. Specifically her sisters.

And what better way to do that then in holy matrimony.

“You want to get married?” she scoffed, placing her wine glass on the coaster. Having left with her sisters following the unbreakable vow, Y/n returned later that night after Severus sent an owl. Sitting in the same leather chair from before, “You humor me.”

“I can assure you I am everything but comical, Y/n,” he drawled, standing by the fireplace. The sound of wood crackling filled the room. “This is not an arrangement I suggest lightly.”

Seeing how serious he was, Y/n’s demeanor changed. “Wow,” her tone lowered, finger raising to tap her lips. Unable to read her mind since she was a gifted Occulmens like himself, Snape was left to wonder what Y/n was thinking. Truth be told the woman was more impressed than shocked by his proposal. “I think that’s the first time I’ve been rendered speechless, Severus.” Standing, Y/n grabbed her glass and approached the man. “You truly believe this would work? Proposing a marriage between us….” she trailed, glancing at the fire briefly, “is intriguing. Tell me more.”

Snape’s expression remained the same, “It is simply a matter of convenience.” No need to sugar coat it, “We want to keep our secrets hidden. So long as you can assure your sisters stay off my back…..I’ll make sure the Order stays off yours. We play the part of a happy married couple when operating business with the Dark Lord, and I will do everything in my power to get your freedom when this all ends.”

Y/n liked what she was hearing. The more she thought about it, the more engrossed she became. Marrying Snape wasn’t ideal--as the concept itself she did not care for--but Y/n could not deny the idea made her curious. Plus Severus was handsome, a talented wizard, and obviously, he knew her motives for following Voldemort. What her end goal was. She needed to keep him close.

“I think I’ll find playing the part of a smitten wife will be rather easy,” she rasped, stepping closer to Snape so their chests were nearly touching. Walking her fingertips up the length of his arm, Y/n leaned closer to Snape which ignited a sharp breath from the man. She smelled of expensive perfume. Their closeness allowed him to see how her eyes turned from their usual coldness to something more lustful. Almost sinister. His reaction made her smirk, “Confident you can manage the same….husband?”

Now, almost a year later, the two managed to successfully keep their union hidden from the Order. All while any suspicion the Death Eaters had of Snape seemed to disappear. Bellatrix, initially furious and doubtful of their ‘relationship’, soon began to trust him. Still, the witch grimaced each time the pair greeted the other with an affectionate kiss. Or when Y/n took claim to Snape’s lap during meetings. An action which surprised the man himself in the beginning.

Each letter Severus sent was met with one in return, however Y/n was careful to only send her owl in the late hours of the night. When her family was sound asleep. Signing the parchment with only her initials, but instead of B as the ending initial it was S. She’d never admit it aloud, but Y/n felt a sense of comfort with Severus. There was an overwhelming amount of hate in her heart, but the pinch of sanity left in her soul connected to him. Which is not a surprise. He is, of course, the only person who can relate to her.

Neither would call it love. Y/n possessed no love. And Snape lost his when Lily died. They had mutual respect and care for each other as their partnership grew. Finding the other’s presence calm despite the world around them going to shit.

The news of Draco’s success in connecting the two cabinets came from Bellatrix’s glee, the woman bursting into the attic with a loud, “It’s time, sister.” Reluctantly, Y/n trailed Bellatrix to Knockturn Alley, where they met several of their associates.

Dark clouds painted the sky. Thunder rumbling. It set the tone of the evening.

Y/n stayed stoic the entire journey. Hating every minute, yet doing nothing to escape. Where could she even go? The mark on her arm prevented her from doing so. Until Voldemort was defeated, the only way for her to stay alive was to continue the act of a loyal servant.

Draco was gone when the group breached the cabinet in a cloud of black smoke. The boy rushed to find Dumbledore and complete his task. He found the man on the observation deck of the Astronomy Tower. Unaware his longtime rival, Harry Potter, was below him, watching the scene play out.

The others arrived to witness Draco complete the task, however, in the end Snape was the one to administer the curse. And so the greatest wizard in history fell from the sky.

Y/n kept her eyes on Severus the entire time. Watching his reaction. When he went through with the unthinkable, Y/n wasted no time in rushing to his side. Cupping his face, she noticed the dissociative expression Snape wore. Mind processing what he had done. “Severus,” he didn’t respond, making her shake his shoulders, “look at me.” Finally he meets her eye and the woman matches his anxious demeanor. “We have to go. Now.”

Clutching his robe, the two push Draco in the direction of the Death Eaters. Bellatrix’s maniacal laughter rings as she shoots a spell into the sky to bring forth the Dark Lord’s symbol in the clouds. Not long after the tower was surrounded by members of the Order, ensuing a battle between the groups. Y/n tried to avoid dueling as much as possible. Not wanting to harm anyone, especially the kids in the school.

Cutting the corner after dodging a spell from her niece Nymphadora, Y/n spotted the wretched Fenrir Greyback attacking a man she didn’t recognize. Judging by the wild red hair he possessed, she assumed it was a Weasley. Greyback’s back was toward her, unaware she stood behind him. From the looks of it, the redhead was losing the fight.

Not sure what came over her at that moment, Y/n raised her wand and shouted, “Stupefy!” The werewolf was flung into the wall behind him, falling unconscious.

“Bill!” a voice screamed, Y/n turning to see a young woman running to where the Weasley laid. Bloodied and knocked out. Fluer dropped beside him, sobbing at the state of her fiance. She glanced up to see Y/n, immediately becoming frozen with fear while pleading with her to help. “Y-you--H-he’s been--.”

Cursing to herself, Y/n approached the two. “He wasn’t bit,” adjusting her dress skirt, she grabbed the cuffs of Bill’s jacket and gestured for Fluer to help. Together they moved him to a concealed area away from the battle. “He’s been scratched.” Having studied werewolves while in school, the woman was well educated on the subject. Muttering a healing spell, Y/n attempted to at least stop the bleeding, however, she knew the extent of his injuries were serious. “Nevertheless, the wounds are cursed. They’ll scar.”

Fluer watched her carefully, “W-why are you helping us?” Y/n gave no answer, instead casting a final healing spell before standing up to leave. In her peripheral vision, she noticed movement from Greyback, and sent a second stun his way to keep him unconscious. She always hated him, so it gave her great pleasure to pu thim down.

Truth be told Y/n didn’t know why she helped the injured Weasley. It would have best suited her to get the hell out of there and let whatever outcome happen. Whether that be Greyback killing the man or Bill successfully overpowering the werewolf. But instead, she cursed her associate. Saving the life of ‘the enemy’.

Several agonizing minutes passed before Y/n managed to escape the tower. At Snape’s order, she ran deep into the forest until she was far enough to apparate. Back at the manor she was immediately questioned by her sister.

“Is Draco okay,” Narcissa grabbed Y/n’s wrist to stop her from escaping to the attic. Eyes glossy with tears, “Did he--.”

“Your son is fine, Narcissa,” she roughly pulled away. “You have my husband to thank for that--he finished the job.” There was immediate relief from Narcissa, exhaling the breath she had been holding. Y/n went straight to the liquor cabinent, taking a glass and pouring a generous amount before downing it. She then refilled the glass, offering it to her sister without a word. Once Narcissa took it Y/n kept the bottle for herself, saying nothing more as she made her way to the attic.

It wasn’t long before the others arrived. Y/n heard Narcissa’s cry of relief upon seeing Draco. Bellatrix was busy scolding Greyback--something that brought a smile to her face. Other murmurs were made out, but hard to identify with all the noise. Moments later she heard the fast approaching sound of footsteps nearing her door. Jolting from her bed with her wand raised at whoever was about to breach it. Only when it was revealed to be Severus did Y/n lower her guard, rolling her eyes, “What have I told you about--.”

Snape slammed the door shut, muttering a silencing charm which caused Y/n to raise her brow. “We need to talk.” Her guarded expression returned, but Snape beat her before she could question him. “I know you stunned the werewolf to save Weasley.” All movement from the woment seized, frozen in shock.

“How do you know--.”

“I saw you with Miss. Delacour, Y/n,” Snape peers down at her with visible frustration. “Why would you risk such a thing? If you had been caught--.”

“But I wasn’t, Severus,” she interrupts, eyes flicking to the door in fear someone was listening, but then she remembered the spell he cast. “I was careful. You should know better than to underestimate me. And to answer your question….” she turned away from him, hands on her hips as she turned her focus to the woods beyond her window. “I don’t know what possessed me to do what I did--It just happened. Maybe it’s the fact the Weasley’s are distant family. Or because I fucking hate Greyback.” She throws her hands up in defeat, “Or I want the Order to have all its members to better their chances at winning this damn war. Maybe…” her hands fall back to her sides, “deep down there’s some humanity left in me.” The words were so low it was barely a whisper. Y/n shook her head, the speck of softness replaced with disinterest.

“Whatever it was,” turning back to him, Y/n narrows her eyes in warning. “It’s no longer our concern. Dumbledore is dead, you killed him.” footsteps echo against the wood as she approaches Snape, noticing his expression change at the mention of the headmaster. “He will be plotting his next move. We need to remain focused--I expect his attention will be on us more now given the circumstances.”

Snape knows she’s right. Killing Albus only shined a spotlight on him, and in turn on Y/n. He was now labeled public enemy #1 in the eyes of the Order. Voldemort himself will likely turn to Snape. They will have to up their game, continuing the act of a happy couple. Well happy as one can be in the middle of a war.

That summer was endless torture following the Headmaster’s death. Y/n not only had to deal with Voldemort growing stronger, but also the return of Lucius from Azkaban. It did bring the witch great joy to see the dark circles beneath his eyes and matted hair. One year in prison did a number on him.

Lucky for Lucius it was only one year. Had it been 15 like Y/n, he’d surely gone mad. Thankfully the two rarely saw each other. Not long after his release following Dumbledore’s death Y/n moved into Severus' home. Only returning to the mansion when necessary.

At every Death Eater meeting Y/n had to fight yawning with how bored she was, keeping her expression blank even when addressed by Voldermort from time to time. The man wasn’t blind. Well aware the youngest Black was not as forthcoming with her praises to him like Bellatrix. Never voicing her opinions, while also keeping any objections to herself like a smart person would do. He never fully trusted her. Even though she was married to one of his most trusted advisors, something in the back of his mind told Voldemort she’d be the first to turn on him. Without proof, Voldemort kept a close eye.

The meeting tonight was just like any other. Seated at the massive dining table in Malfoy Manor, Voldemort at the head while the Black’s and Malfoy’s flanked to the right. Y/n seated beside Draco, far from her sisters. Very telling of her attitude towards them.

Severus was the last to arrive, dark cloak tailing behind him. His entrance caught everyone’s attention, while his was on his colleague hanging in the air. Muggle studies professor Charity Burbage. The wounds on her body indicated she had been subjected to torture.

“Severus,” Voldemort greeted, “I was beginning to worry you had lost your way. Come. We’ve saved you a seat.” The headmaster took claim to the only free chair at the table, bidding a look to his wife, to which she slightly shook her head. Silently saying, “I had no part in this.”

Voldemort then said, “Do you bring news, I trust?”

“It will happen Saturday next, at nightfall.”

“I’ve heard differently, my Lord,” Yaxley interrupted at the other end of the table, then proceeds to say he believes Harry will be moved at the end of the month. The 30th of July. The day before his 17th birthday.

“This is a false trail,” Snape insists. “The auror office no longer plays any part in the protection of Harry Potter. “Those closest to him believe we have infiltrated the ministry.”

The Death Eater seated beside Y/n laughed, “Well, they got that right aren’t they.” Several at the table joined in the laughter. The youngest Black’s expression was tight, plastered with annoyance.

“What’s say you, Pius?” Voldemort addresses the man seated at the opposite head of the table.

Nagini curled herself next to the chair as he answered, “One hears many things, my Lord. Whether the truth is among them is not clear.” Voldemort chuckles.

“Spoken like a true politician. You will, I think, prove most useful, Pius.” The Death Eater appears pleased by the compliment. Voldemort turns back to Snape, “Where will he be taken, the boy?”

“To a safe house. Most likely the home of someone in the Order. I’m told it’s been given every manner of protection possible, once there it will be impractical to attack him.”

Suddenly the conversation is interrupted by Bellatrix. “My Lord, I’d like to volunteer myself for this task.” She leans against the table, voice dropping, “I want to kill the boy.”

“Of course you would,” Y/n thinks to herself, holding back the urge to roll her eyes. Frankly she found her sister to be stupid to ask such a thing. Considering Voldemort mentions his desire to kill Harry Potter everyday. And with the prophecy, there’s no way he’d allow anyone else the opportunity to do the deed.

In the back, Charity let out a haunting groan, causing Voldermort to shout, “Wormtail! Have I not spoken to you about keeping our guest’s quiet?”

“Yes, my Lord,” the man spoke with urgency. “Right away, my Lord.” As he scurried off, Voldemort returned his attention to Bellatrix.

“As inspiring as I find your bloodlust, Bellatrix,” the hope was clear in her eyes, disappearing with his next words. “I must be the one to kill Harry Potter.” With that she curled back into her seat, Y/n’s lips raising in a satisfied smirk.

“But,” he rises from his chair, “I face an unfortunate complication.” As much as Y/n wanted to tune out this conversation, the nature of it was hard to dismiss. Especiall when the man walked behind the chairs on her side of the table. Brushing past her sisters before ending beside Lucius. There was satisfaction seeing him visibly afraid of Voldemort. A smirk on her lips when he was to give up his wand, a wizard’s most prized possession.

Her expression shifted when Charity’s brought to the center of the table. Death Eaters laughing at her despair and cringing with disgust at her profession. Y/n moves her gaze to Severus, who’s emotionless to Charity’s pleas. Then when the woman’s killed and her body drops to the table, Y/n lifts her hand to grasp Draco’s wrist. Squeezing it in warning for him to control himself when she sees his distraught state in the corner of her eyes.

The action surprises the boy. Draco sucking in a breath and forcing himself to relax. Once he does, Y/n removes her touch and waits to be dismissed by Voldemort. As soon as the order is given she’s quick to leave the table, taking Snape’s outstretched hand where he apparates them back home.

“How do you plan--?” he doesn’t let her finish the question.

“I have it covered.” Moving to his study, he hears her footsteps behind him, Y/n slamming the door shut once they’ve entered. He looked annoyed, “This doesn’t concern you.”

“The hell it does!” she shouted, making him clench his jaw. Ever since the incident at the Astronomy tower the two had been on edge with each other. For one, the Order discovered their marriage causing Y/n to lose her shit. Now she was public enemy #2 in their eyes. Or 3 if you count Voldermort at the top. Her odds of the Order leaving her the fuck alone decreased immensly.

Second, Snape told her of his and Dumbledore’s arrangement. That the headmaster asked Snape to kill him. A secret Y/n had trouble wrapping her head around and prayed to a higher power no one, especially Bellatrix, found out about.

Crossing over to him where he stood at his desk, Y/n caught his wrist to make him look at her. “In case you have forgotten, dear husband, we are playing both sides right now. You say you want to protect Harry Potter…just how do you plan to do that during an ambush you helped orchestrate? What the hell are we supposed to do if Harry Potter dies at his hands Saturday next?” Y/n squeezed his wrist tighter, “I’m putting all my trust into Severus Snape. You promised me my freedom when this was all over.”

“I haven’t forgotten, Y/n,” he removes himself from her grip, “You say you trust me. Do so, and you won’t be let down.”

Y/n didn’t know where it all went wrong. One moment she was flying in the sky, the next she’s being rammed into by Bill Weasley’s Thestral. Pain erupted in her chest, likely from a broken rib and caught herself on the creature's satchel. Her hand is then grabbed by the imposter Harry seated behind Bill, keeping Y/n steady to prevent falling to her death. Using her talent of legitimins, Y/n identifies the imposter as Bill’s fiance Fluer.

“You’re not Harry Potter,” she whispers, causing Harry (Fluer) to widen her eyes. The accusation was confirmed when Fluer’s voice responded, “How did you know?” Before Y/n could answer, however, the world around her became black. Having been stunned by Bill who realized what was happening behind him.

Acting fast, Fluer reached with her other hand to further grasp Y/n’s now limp body onto the Thestral.

“What are you doing?” Bill shouted over the chaos, “She’s one of them!”

“And she saved your life in the Astronomy tower, William!” Fluer screamed back. Using all her might, she hauled Y/n over the bottom half of the creature. Gripping the material of her robes and dress while ducking at the incoming curses around them.

When they finally made it to the Burrow, the shaky landing caused Fluer to lose her hold. Y/n fell to the ground, still unconscious. Bruises were sure to form on her body. Bill leaped off the Thestral, helped Fluer off and rushed to Y/n. After confirming she was alive by pressing his fingers to her pulse, the oldest Weasley took the death eater into his arms and followed Fluer into the house. But not before telling Fluer to take her wand which had been discarded into a ditch.

“Wait here,” he said, placing Y/n in the care of Fluer by setting her on a bench outside the door, Bill entered to find the others gathered around an injured George. After the shock wore off of his brother’s state, Bill announced the death of Mad-eye and departure of Mundungus. Deepening the already intense mood.

“There’s something else,” he hesitated, eyes flickering to find everyone staring at him with unease. They watched Bill exit the house, only to return a second later dragging the last person they ever expected. Gasps rang out, wands drawn in Y/n’s direction. The witch barely conscious but fighting against Bill’s hold. Eventually succumbing to sleep once again due to the pounding in her head.

With the help of Remus, the two propped Y/n in a chair, casting a spell to bind her hands and legs. “Where’s her wand?” Remus urgently looked around, relieved to see the object in Fluer’s possession. He turned to Bill, “What the hell happened?”

As the oldest Weasley explained, Molly approached the woman, assessing her carefully. Y/n had dirt and grime in her hair. A small cut to her temple. Likely from a rock when she fell from the Threstral. Her breathing was shaky, pained groans escaping her mouth which Molly assumed was from trauma to her chest. Although the others were against it, Molly began performing healing spells on Y/n, “Had it not been for her my son would be dead! I do not care what side she is on--I shall offer the same courtesy.”

The group was alerted to Y/n’s consciousness twenty minutes later when she groaned. Shifting in the chair, her eyelids fluttered briefly before opening to bright lights. Moaning, Y/n straightened up aware of the audience in front of her, however she did not appear concerned. Even with several wands pointing at her. “Hmmmph,” she blinks a few times, settling her gaze on Remus, “what an unpleasant situation we have here. I hoped to be dead before experiencing this.”

It pained Remus to hear her words. Thinking back to that little girl he’d met on the corner of Diagon Alley with James, perched on Sirius’ hip. That little girl was gone. In her place was a woman with the Devil on her shoulder. “We don’t want to hurt you, Y/n.”

Tilting her head as though she found his statement funny, she replies “Is that supposed to make me feel at ease?” rolling her eyes she adds, “Surely you could’ve come up with something better.”

Remus sighed, realizing it was about to be a long night. “We’re willing to negotiate terms if you provide us with information. A lesser sentence if you will,” he chose his next words carefully, seeing her demenor shift, “so long as you are upfront and answer all of our questions with honesty.” Y/n’s face tightened, no longer humored. Remus felt his stomach lurch, not breaking the intense eye contact she set with him.

“You threaten me--.”

“It’s not a threat--,” he insists but Y/n continues.

“With a cell in Azkaban and expect me to comply? By being a snitch?” she shakes her head, eyes full of fury. “Go to hell, Remus Lupin.”

“It doesn’t have to be this way.”

“Oh?” She grumbles with a glare, “and how else do you suggest it be? I’m not stupid--a tad mad if we want to get technical, but you all have yourselves to blame for that.” Y/n was referring to the Order not taking her in during the First Wizarding War. Sirius warned them of his family and the Death Eaters recruiting her at a young age. Yet no attempt to protect Y/n was initiated.

The werewolf’s face fell, “Had we known--.”

“Known what?!” She jumped forward in her chair as the dam of pent up resentment and anger broke, making several flinch at the sudden movement. A few wands pointed up but she paid them no mind. “That I’d become a Death Eater against my will? That I’d be forced to use the Cruciatus Curse on the Longbottoms or face my sister’s wrath?” She spat with ferocity. Pupils nearly pitch black it made her appear demonic. “You knew what my family was like! Sirius knew--It’s why he left! And you did nothing to save me.” Leaning back in the chair, Y/n finished with, “Go ahead and kill me. I’m not telling you shit.”

Remus runs a hand through his hair, his patience running thin and stress levels rising. “Y/n, I’m trying to help you here. We’re giving you the opportunity to avoid a lifetime in jail if you help us--help us end this war.” When his efforts are exhausted Remus gestures to the man behind him, “Kingsley has Veritaserum and we will use it if necessary.” Now this has her smirking, chin raising in challenge.

“Go ahead,” her voice lowers an octave, sending chills along his arms, “I welcome you to.” Weary of her acceptance, the adult members of the Order all exchange looks before Kingsley approaches. Y/n tilts her head back, watching Kingsley unscrew the vial and pour the tiny amount of liquid onto her tongue. Once it’s entered her stream, the woman cracks her neck and returns her attention to Remus.

He clasped his hands in his lap, leaning in his chair. “How’d you know about tonight?”

Y/n pretends to think, “I think I saw an advertisement in the Daily Prophet. Yeah,” she nods her head, acting serious. “That was it.”

Remus’s own head falls to his chest, the others visibly confused. The potion was to make her tell the truth. Pretty much against her will. Thinking it may have not settled in yet, Remus asks another question. “Who told him we were moving Harry?”

Deciding to play along, Y/n shrugs her shoulders, “Yaxley.” Lie. She held back a chuckle at his confused reaction.

“How did he know?”

“Overheard it.” Lie.

“Where?”

“Diagon Alley I assume.” Lie.

“From who?”

“I don’t know.” Lie.

“But he’s the one who told Voldemort.” Y/n rolled her eyes at that, gesturing to her binded hands.

“Obviously since we’re sitting in this predicament.” She sees the frustration on Remus, as well as the others. Yet, the witch couldn’t help but feel entertained. “Anything else?”

“What’s your relationship to Severus Snape?”

“He’s my husband,” She didn’t miss the way the Order reacted to the news. Upset but not surprised. No point in lying. They already knew about their marriage from what Snape told her. The truth of why, however, was still a secret.

“Why did he kill Dumbledore?” Harry stepped forward, drawing her attention to him. Anger was written all over his face. Filled with absolute hatred. Something Y/n had expected when her husband murdered the man he looked up to.

“You were there, right?” she asked, head tilting with curiosity. “Snape mentioned you’d been below the observatory deck.” Tsking, Y/n surveyed him. She was getting under his skin. “Why do you think he did it?”

“I think he did it to save himself. He was a coward,” Harry saw the way her face tightened. Taking offense to his words. A mere speck of what someone could label as affection or respect to her spouse.

“Severus Snape is many things,” she sounded sinister, anger seeping off every word. “But a coward is not one of them.”

“Fat lot of good coming from you.” Harry antagonized her. “You hightailed it out of the ministry when Sirius died. He was your own cousin.”

“My cousin who left me a sitting duck for the wolves,” Y/n reminded the boy, temper rising. An indicator with how her voice was strained. “Let’s not forget you all thought he was responsible for betraying your parents. Didn’t even hesitate to believe he was guilty.” That cut them all deep. “And I adored Sirius at one point in life. Much like you, Harry Potter,” she let out a deep sigh, attempting to calm herself, “look at where it got me.” Exhaustion was beginning to take over the witch. Her body ached and there was a pounding in her head. Molly’s healing spells worked to patch any internal injuries Y/n had, but she still was drained from the whole ordeal.

They were getting off track. Having had enough of the tension, Remus butted in, “Answer the question, Y/n. Why did Snape kill Dumbledore?”

“I don’t know,” she simply stated. Lie. “He didn’t say. Although…I can only assume it was to spare my poor nephew.” Another shrug, “And survive the unbreakable vow. Which you already know of.”

Harry shook his head, “I don’t believe you.” His gut was telling him there was more to the story.

“Harry, she took the Veritaserum,” Hermoine pointed out gently, missing the flicker of amusement from Y/n. “She’s telling the truth.”

“Hermoine’s right, Harry,” Ron agreed, moving beside his friend. “There’s no way she could be lying.”

“How much did you give her, Kingsley?” Arthur questioned, also suspicious of Y/n’s answers. Kingsley held up the vial. More than half was consumed.

“Enough.”

“Something’s off,” he murmured, rubbing his chin. A bickering match ensued between members of the Order. Harry, Arthur, and even Y/n’s niece, Tonks, had difficulty believing Y/n told the truth. The majority, however, voiced opposition.

“Veritaserum is a very potent and strong potion, Harry,” Remus stood from his chair, but before he could say anything else, Y/n’s voice took over.

“Which you just wasted.”

Silence consumes the room. Processing what she said. That’s not possible.

Heads turning to the witch, Y/n starts to chuckle in delight. A sight unnerving to the Order as it becomes more deranged. Harry looked to his friends for an answer, but they were just as perplexed as him. Y/n’s voice turns taunting, “Oh my, you lot really are daft at times. Have you forgotten? Or did you believe it to be a rumor?” Her grin is wicked, finding the scene entertaining much to their dismay. “I’m a skilled Occulmens.”

It was as though the dementors arrived with how cold the air became. Everyone falters, stilling at the revelation. It could only mean one thing:

Everything Y/n said potentially was a lie.

The Death Eater tsked, “What do you think I did with all that time I had rotting in the middle of the ocean?” she laughs again, more menacingly. “Your little potion is useless! My mind is more protected than Azkaban. For all you know I fabricated everything I just told you.” Her taunting laugh continues, shredding the last ounce of patience the Order had for her.

Remus kneeled in front of her chair and smacked the table, causing everyone besides Y/n to flinch. “Enough of these games! I have tried to give you the benefit of the doubt knowing you’d been forced into this life, but you have proven to be not so different from your associates.” Now that was a nail to the coffin. Any and all of Remus’s hope for Y/n having some level of good in her gone. “This is your final warning--or we will throw you in Azkaban for the rest of your life for good!”

Never straying her stare, the Death Eater murmered cooly, “You have no idea how reasonable I’ve been.” This time it was Remus’s turn to scoff.

“Holding children hostage at the Ministry, attacking Hogwarts, marrying Snape, and sending assassins after the officials who locked you up,” He lists off, surprising the Order with the last detail. They had heard rumors of Azkaban guards and Ministry officials killed in the last few months, but assumed it was Bellatrix. “I don’t see how that’s being reasonable.”

Y/n gave a sound that was a mix of a chuckle and scoff, leaning forward in her chair. “Sending those assassins after them instead of myself was mercy.” A chill rose, Harry’s intuition telling him something was about to happen. “And despite your hypocrises and insults I have warned you time and time again to simply get out of my way.” Remus saw her hands fidget, tightening his grip on his wand.

“You’ve exhausted my patience,” Her voice lowered once more, almost to a whisper as her bottom lip quivered. “But I do hope you understand…that even now--with what’s about to happen…..” lips curled into a deathly smirk. “This is me being…reasonable.”

Faster than the speed of light, Y/n casts a non-verble, wandless spell that mimics a gust a powerful wind, ripping the binds off her hands and ankles. Remus flies onto his back, the lights flicker and burst. The windows and glass shatter. Papers fly. Hermoine screams, echoing amongst the shouts as Ron pulls her into his arms. Molly leaning over an injured George to protect him from shards.

Fluer gasps at the feeling of Y/n’s wand in her hand ripped from her. The death eater had snapped her fingers in the chaos with a non-verbal Accio.

With her wand now in her possession, Y/n unleashes another bout of wind, crippling the Order from attacking her. Once satisfied she makes her escape. Black smoke fills the room before flying out the window and into the night sky. The storm inside the burrow seizing.

“What the bloody hell was that?” Ron coughs, catching his breath.

“That,” Kingsley stands up straight, sore from colliding with the wall which knocked him down. “Was the closest thing to experiencing the Devil on Earth.”

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aludraslytherin · 10 months ago

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Why the fuck, when the Fidelius Charm was cast, did they not think to make a goddamn unbreakable vow !? Like, it's so obious ???

And Sirius ? They can literally take a memory into a pensine something and watch it, they have legilimency for crying out loud !! They have veritaserum ! So whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ??? It's so stupid!

And Dumbledore ! oh this sorry excuse of a human being !

He knew that Peter was the secret keeper ! So WHY IN THE EVERLY MOTHERLY FLIBBIDY FUCK didn't he said so ???

It makes me so fucking crazyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

And everyone that is like 'ThE BoY WhO LiVeD' 'hE DefEtEd tHe DaRk lOrD' erh, NO ?! It was thanks to LILY ?? He was just an INFANT who had the chance to be under a protecting spell created by LILY when she SACRIFIED HERSELF for her son ? Why is everybody forgeting about her ??

Oh, and don't start me about Snape !

'hE wAs BulLiEd bY JaMeS, HiS WoRsE MeMoRy iS HiM BeinG BuLliEd' Yeah, because he called Lily a slur

'hE WaS jUsT MiSuNdErStoOd' No, he was a death eater, fully believing in Voldy's BS,he only changed side because the girl he was obsessed with was in danger... Because of HIM ! People tend to forget that he was the one searching and giving the prophecy to the dArK LoRd, resulting in Lily's death.

And, 'JaMeS WaS jUsT A BulLy' We only sees him throught Snape's pov, aka, when he got 'bullies'c after he called Lily a mudblood.

And if James is a bully, doesn't that mean the Snape is one too ? No because :

-He made fun of Hermione for her teeth

-He bullies his students

-he exposed Remus when he had no reason for, since he is the one brewing the wolfsbane potion

-he hates and bullies the son of 'the love of his life' because Harry had the infortune of looking like his father, that Snape resents

-favoritism

-he was a death eater

-he is a racist

-he is a blood supremacis

-he is Neville worst fear, the boy who literally had his parents torturedby Bellatrix. Shouldn't she be his boggart ?? But noooo, it's our 'wonderful and misunderstood' Snape

-when he hugged Lily's body, while her son was crying his eyes out, being hurt, seeing his mother die, having blood on his forehead, and then leaving the house without even comforting or taking Harry to Saint-Mungos !!

-blamed James for bullying him, when he created Sectum Sempra, and was into dark magic !

-trying to make Harry expelled

#ted talk #im so mad about those plothole lol #marauders #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #sirius black #ao3 #marauders era #wolfstar #dumbledore slander #i hate dumbledore #snape slander #i hate snape #snape was not a poor and misunderstood boy #he was a bicth and a biggot #awful man

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porrabett · 6 days ago

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Blood pact, soulmates and the creation of Nicholas - Agathario

There’s this book I read a long time ago that bring this aspects of soulmates, blood pacts and creation of life through rituals on a crescent moon night, and it feels like something witches would do, I can’t stop imagining something like that with Agathario, so this is me having some fun (more like a headcanon and personal fanfiction). In the books there’s is the concept of a breedmate, some humans that can bond and get pregnant from magical creatures, but for that a ritual needs to happen. I will use some parts of the book.

“One day, you’ll find a worthy person and take them as your mate. They will drink from you alone, and you from them. Blood will bind two of you as one. It’s a sacred vow among our kind.”

“If we share a blood bond, I will be draw to you for as long as I have breath in my body and you in yours. You would never be free of me because the bond will compel me to seek you out wherever you run”

Soon after Wanda’s death, Rio could find Agatha shortly after, both in Westview and later in The Road.

Here is Kathryn talking about Agathario’s bond. Even with Wanda’s spell still up, they were draw to each other.

“She knew this person, deeply, again, like a real complicated history, and I think that’s a testimony of how strong that bond is, that can reach through the spell and find each other there, and she really is responsible, and Teen, for getting Agatha out of the spell.”

WEDDING

Coming back to the book:

“There is no true wedding among breedmates. The blood bond and the binding ceremony are the closest they have to the human equivalent of a wedding. There are no papers, religion, or legalities involved, only a heartfelt commitment and a pledge to share the rest of their lives together - a sacred eternal vow sealed with blood. This is an intesely private, intimate affair between the mated pair only. It isn’t until after a formal binding is complete that the couple announces to others. The binding is a cause for celebration ,and given it’s intense sexual nature.”

Kathryn: “The reason that they stayed in contact like this had been because she’s been the most formidable sparring partner…but there’s something about Rio’s energy that just feels as equal. I think that was kind of like a turn on for her."

“The binding ceremony is a symbolic and literal declaration that the mated pair intends to live for each other from this night forward.”

“The ceremony is conducted during the eve of a crescent moon, with that the mated pair sneaking off to some undisclosed location where they will make love beneath the crescent moon, exchange blood (may or may not for the first time) and pledge their undying devotion)

BLOOD BOND

“The deep, unbreakable physical and emotional connection that forms between a breedmates upon the exchange of ingested blood. A blood bond gives added strength, healing power and immortal longevity. Blood bond couples can sense their mate’s presence and proximity in their veins. A blood bond initiates upon the first drink and is sealed when the other member of the pair drinks from the other, completing the connection.”

Just with the Darkhold Agatha could hide from Rio, just with dark magic.

“A blood bond is severable only by death, even if only half of the bond has been initiated”

And here is Rio, being Lady Death herself.

PREGNANCY AND NICHOLAS

“Only blood bonded pairs are capable of conception. It takes something more sacred than simple sex for us to conceive. The fertile time for blood-bonded Breedmates revolves around the crescent moon. During this crucial period, if we wish create a child, our bodies must have our mate’s seed and his blood floowing within us. It’s a sacred ritual that no mated pair goes into lightly”

Here is another part of Kathryn interview talking about how witches can procreate without a man, that they can have children through magic. So yes, this is me in my delulu time strongly believing that Nicholas is Agathario’s son, that they made on some witch ritual.

Kathryn Hahn: “They didn’t need men, their babies are born, there was no men, males mentioned, it’s all these women and queer groups that feel adjacent to the mainstream that can identify with witches"

The book is “Kiss by midnight - Lara Adrian” and the lore about the universe appears in “The Midnight Breed series companion”.

Kathryn Hahn interview: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vRa-Rrm6jDk

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I’m not saying it will happen, i’m just having fun with their history elements and this book I remembered. I found their relationship so soulmates coded, I love it.

#agatha all along #agatha harkness #rio vidal #agatha x rio #agathario #vidarkness #agatha spoilers #agatha all along theories #agatha all along fanfic #kathryn hahn #Youtube

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lulublack90 · 7 months ago

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Prompt 19 - Unbreakable Vow

@wolfstarmicrofic March 19, word count 391

Remus was tumbling through an old book of ancient magic that Sirius had stolen from his family library to give to Remus as a birthday present.

Remus was enjoying learning about all the old magics that he knew nothing about and learning a bit more in-depth about the ones he knew.

He flipped the page over and read the next spell, the Unbreakable Vow.

“My family tried to get me to make one of those one.” Sirius perched his head on Remus’s shoulder, making him jump. He’d been engrossed in his book.

Remus cleared his throat.

“What were they trying to get you to make a vow over?” He asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

“Oh, they wanted me to swear that I wouldn’t disgrace the House of Black.” He said as if it were a simple request.

“Godric, Sirius. Did you make it?” Remus could think of multiple ways Sirius had brought at least some disgrace to his family’s name since the summer.

“No, of course not. I’d be long dead by now. No, Great Uncle Alphard managed to get them to stop as he pointed out that any little slip-up and they’d be out an heir. It sucks for them because they ended up losing an heir anyway, but at least I live to bring disgrace to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black.” He nuzzled his nose into Remus’s neck. Remus snorted as Sirius’s hair tickled him. “Thanks for helping with that, by the way.” Remus pulled his head back and looked questioningly at Sirius.

“My family have no use for male family members who prefer the company of men and having you at my side, and nothing they can do about it must be making so many of my ancestors spin in their ridiculous mausoleum tombs.” Remus raised his eyebrows as mischief flashed in his eyes.

“Oh, so I’m a trophy gay? Just keeping me around to look good and annoy your family?” Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus’s shoulders.

“Hmmm, yes. My incredibly sexy trophy boyfriend who just so happens to be gay. Who, I am about to take upstairs and allow him to disgrace my family name just a bit more.

Liking the sound of that, Remus shut his book and hurried after Sirius as they climbed the stairs to the boy’s dorms.

#wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar fic #sirius black #remus lupin #dead gay wizards #sirius orion black #remus john lupin #alphard black #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #sirius and remus #remus and sirius #unbreakable vow #the marauders era #marauders era #the marauders’ era

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nightingale2004 · 1 month ago

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I just had a light bulb, my hp fans that are also inspired by one of my posts

Imagine if Dumbledore summoned Regulus, Severus, and Remus in his office before they all graduated and gave them all the assignment to become spies for the order.

Dumbledore knew Regulus was going to become a death eater due to his parents, and he also knew that Severus and Regulus were close to each other and that Severus was going to join as well despite not believing in their cause but only to protect one of the few friends he cared about in the death eater cult and that included Regulus.

Dumbledore also had a suspicion that Tom Riddle would be attempting to make an alliance with Fenrir Greyback and his pack along with other werewolves who wanted out of the shadows.

So Dumbledore summoned Severus, Regulus, and Remus and offered them to help the order. In return, he promised to try and protect their loved ones from the other side as long as they reported all information from the darkside straight to him. But no one, family, friend, partner, or other can ever know or find out what they're doing no matter what.

After much thought between the three students and a sit-down discussion that didn't end in bloodshed or arguments for the first time. They all went to Dumbledore and accepted the deal in return for their loved ones' safety and their own after the war ended, and the Phoenix order wins.

Severus, Regulus, and Remus even did the unbreakable vow spell. The unbreakable vow ensured that they would hold their end of the bargain, but it also ensured that if anyone tried to find out about them being spies, they would never say a word about it and deny it entirely

So Regulus and Severus joined the Death eaters together, rising through the ranks to get close to the dark lord and his closest inner circle while looking out for each other like family. Remus managed to gain Fenrir's trust enough to join his pack and made his way through the ranks while also being a member of the order.

When they all became spies, they traded information with each other by using codes and ciphers only they could understand. If they ever needed to meet, they would either send an owl, patronus, or letter discreetly to meet somewhere private. And if one of them needed to get information to Dumbledore but couldn't, they would give this information to one or the other to report to Dumbledore in their stead.

As they all continued their spy work, they also learned that there were people who didn't want any part of the war or to fight and kill. So Severus and Regulus studied the dark mark, trying to find a solution to erase it permanently and help the wizards and witches who were forced into the death eaters. Remus also managed to help as many werewolves as he could with Severus's help with the wolfsbane potion and help them get as far away from the war as they could.

These three men would continue working together in the shadows, learning more about each other and realizing that there's more to each other than meets the eye. They even consulted each other about personal things that they can't say in front of others. Even Severus and Remus started getting along and realized how much similar they were. Even Regulus surprised himself when he started befriending Remus.

Let me know what you all think and give me your thoughts and opinions on this little imagine and how you think it would go.

Enjoy

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calirph · 18 hours ago

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𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋: 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. all these sentences regard the nature of romance with a immortal creature, or romance between differences species. of stories that involve the fae, fairies, vampires elves and their complicated lives. change pronouns, location and names as you see fit.

“Do you really think I could ever resist your allure, even after all these years?”

“Your heart beats so sweetly; it’s almost intoxicating to be this close to you.”

“If I could give you immortality, I would do it in a heartbeat. But I want you to choose me, not my curse.”

“You have no idea what your blood does to me… it calls to the darkness within.”

“In the shadows, I’ve lived for centuries, but your light is what makes me feel alive.”

“Kiss me like the night is ours, and the dawn will never break.”

“Each time you brush against me, it’s like fire igniting in my veins.”

“I may be a creature of the night, but you make me crave the day.”

“Your laughter sounds like the wind dancing through the leaves; it makes my heart race.”

“In this fleeting world, you are my eternity, and I would choose you over a thousand lifetimes.”

“Even among my people, your beauty stands out like a rare flower blooming in winter.”

“Let me show you the stars through elven eyes, where magic lingers in the air.”

“With every touch, I can feel the essence of nature flowing between us.”

“You’re the melody that haunts my dreams; without you, my song would fade into silence.”

“To hold you is to embrace the very essence of life itself.”

“In the forest’s embrace, our souls are intertwined, unbreakable as the roots of ancient trees.”

“Your spirit dances like the fireflies at dusk; I want to be lost in your light.”

“In your presence, even the wildest of my kind would feel tamed.”

“A kiss from you is like tasting pure magic; I can’t get enough.”

“When you whisper my name, it’s like a spell that draws me closer to you.”

“You’ve bewitched me, heart and soul; I’m yours for all eternity.”

“Don’t you see? Our worlds may be different, but our hearts beat in the same rhythm.”

“Every time I catch your gaze, it feels like a dance of fate pulling us together.”

“Your laughter is the sweetest nectar; I want to drink it forever.”

“You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met; your differences only draw me closer to you.”

“If you knew how hard it is to resist your charm, you’d understand my struggle.”

“In your eyes, I see a world I never knew existed, and I want to explore every part of it.”

“I’ve loved you through a thousand lifetimes, each one more vivid than the last.”

“Your skin feels like silk against mine; it’s a sensation I never want to forget.”

“You and I may be from different worlds, but our hearts speak the same language.”

“Touch me, and I’ll show you how our love can bridge the gap between our species.”

“Every moment with you feels like a dream; I never want to wake up.”

“Your breath against my skin sends shivers down my spine; I crave your touch.”

“Let me lose myself in you; I want to know every part of your being.”

“I ache for you in ways I can’t explain; it’s a hunger that only you can satisfy.”

“You’re a beautiful enigma, and I want to unravel every secret you hold.”

“When our lips meet, it feels like magic, as if the world around us disappears.”

“I can feel the heat radiating between us; it’s as if the universe conspired for this moment.”

“With you, every kiss is a promise; every touch, a vow of eternity.”

“Let me take you to the edge of desire and show you what true passion feels like.”

“If you keep looking at me like that, I might just lose control and turn you into my eternal lover.”

“Do you think you can keep up with my kind? We’re known for our… stamina.”

“You might be a mortal, but you certainly have a taste for the extraordinary.”

“I’ve seen lifetimes of beauty, but your smile makes even the stars jealous.”

“If you think I’m captivating, just wait until you see what else I can do.”

“I didn’t know humans could be so enchanting; it’s almost unfair.”

“Your heart may be fragile, but I promise to handle it with care.”

“They say opposites attract, but I think we’re the perfect kind of chaos." “You see me, not as a monster, but as a lover; it’s a gift I never thought I’d receive.”

“With every shared secret, our bond grows stronger, and I cherish you more.”

“You’ve taught me the beauty of vulnerability; it’s a treasure I didn’t know I needed.”

“In your eyes, I find solace; your love is my sanctuary from the world.”

“Though we are worlds apart, your heart feels like home to me.”

“You’re the reason I believe in the impossible; you make me want to be better.”

“Our love is a beautiful rebellion against the laws of nature; let’s embrace it.”

“I’ve walked through darkness, but your love shines brighter than any light.”

“The more time I spend with you, the more I crave your presence like a lifeline.”

“Every moment we’re apart feels like an eternity; I need you close to me.”

“You have a way of igniting a fire in me that I thought had long since died.”

“The thought of losing you terrifies me more than any battle I’ve faced.”

“I can’t help but want you; you’ve captured my heart and my very soul.”

“The mere thought of you sends shivers down my spine; it’s a hunger I can’t ignore.”

“Being near you feels like breathing; I can’t imagine life without your essence.”

“You’re my greatest temptation, and I find myself willingly surrendering to you.”

“I will love you through every storm, every battle, and every moment of darkness.”

“With you, I’ve found my forever; I promise to cherish you for all time.”

“Let’s defy the odds together; I’ll be by your side, no matter the cost.”

“You’re the promise I never knew I was searching for, and I’ll hold onto you fiercely.”

“Every day with you is a gift, and I vow to treasure each moment we share.”

“Our love story may be unconventional, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything else.”

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mkmgwrites · 1 year ago

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Draco: -all I’m saying is I have no idea why you would put stitches into a snitch-

Hermione: That’s not what I-

Draco: -entirely impractical. Not to mention impossible-

Hermione: -an expression! Used for-

Draco: -catch it! Let alone try stitch it-

Hermione: -for fucksakes if you’d just-

Draco: -much too hard. The needle would break-

Hermione: -Malfoy! For-

Draco: -pointless endeavour. Honestly I don’t know why they call you-

Hermione: -CAN YOU JUST-

Draco: -nothing to do with promises anyway. Why would stitching snitches achieve any-

Hermione: -MERLINS TITS! You are just so-

Draco: -unless it’s some type of bonding charm. Like a low level unbreakable vow. But I’m sure I’d have heard of it, seeing as I know much more about Quidditch than you-

Hermione: -idiotic moron with no-

Draco: -most things really. Definitely secret keeping spells. I was in Slytherin you know, and-

Hermione: -UNT!

Draco: -honestly Granger, you can be quite dense sometimes.

#dramione fanfiction #dramione #hermione x draco #draco x hermione #ao3 fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #dramione fanfic #draco fanfiction #hermione fanfiction #dramione drabble #draco malfoy #hermione granger

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multific · 2 years ago

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The Unbreakable Vow

Part 2

Aegon II Targaryen x DarkWitch!Reader

Series Masterpost

Summary: Thin vines appeared as you two put your hand into his, Aegon tried to pull away but the vine didn't let him. It kept tightening around his skin, he feared it might tear his hand off."If you break our vow, you will die, if I break it, I will."

Your presence was something no one expected.

Aemond and his mother often shared looks whenever you were present.

It was as if you were glued to Aegon's side. Little did they know, you technically were.

While you two shared a vow, you also made sure Aegon was more than healthy.

Even the rest of the kingdom started to notice the changes in the young king. He looked thinner, but not sickly, more muscular and sharp.

"People are starting to riot. They will want to kill your dragons." you whispered to Aegon one late night. His eyes met yours as you sat by the feet of his bed, he was already laying down, ready to sleep, but he couldn't.

"Can you stop them?" he asked and you nodded.

"If you want me to."

"At least make sure mine wouldn't die." he made himself comfortable before closing his eyes. You kept staring at him, watching his jawline and his hair.

You didn't tell him about the fire that will come to him. The burning of his flesh. You were honestly still debating if you should stop it, or cure him after the fact.

You stood up and rounded his bed, looking out the window.

You looked down at him once more before leaving his room, you pressed your palm against the closed door a symbol appeared then disappeared.

You went back to your room to sleep.

You went to sleep and as usual, you were back in Aegon's dream. He was currently re-living the day he was crowned. You saw this one many times, the dragon would soon fly in.

You appeared next to him instead of his mother, finding yourself in front of him as his hand grabbed yours.

The dream ended when he turned to look at you, you assumed he woke up.

You were in complete darkness.

Then his voice echoed around you. As if someone was speaking in a well.

"I hoped you would be an angel, saving me from my pain. A gentle woman who would help me. Someone who would finally love me. But I was wrong about you." you looked around, trying to find him but you couldn't. "I hoped you would love me, I hoped that's why you chose to hide in my dreams." you still weren't sure if he was really talking to you but then he stepped out of the dark. "Are you a dream or are you really here?" you wondered how he did this. How did he end his dream without waking up?

"I'm always here Aegon. I was always here. I was here every night. Even when you were too drunk to dream."

"Why?"

"I wanted to see you."

"Why?"

"My mother was hopeless. She fell in love with a man from far lands, she got pregnant. She returned to my grandma, gave birth to me and left me only to run off with another man who would be her demise. She told him our secret, about the witches and he turned against her. My grandma ran away with me. You and I are similar. You long for the love of your mother while I used to be the same, I'm not anymore."

"You were hiding in my dreams to escape your nightmares?" you nodded.

"I am around you all day. It will only take some time for people to realize what I truly am. They will hate me for it. They will say I bewitched you to get what I want but I must tell you, Aegon, as much as I like to play with people, as much as I enjoy toying with feelings. I have never put a spell on you as such. Everything you feel is real. I never put any of that into you."

"Then why do I feel stronger? Why do I look... this healthy?"

"Because you took a vow, it connected your life with mine. You feel like a person of your status and age should. Your features sharpened and your muscles grew, because of that."

"My mother and lords started to ask questions about you. I told them you were a lady I met a long time ago but their questions won't stop. What should I do?"

"Do as you please. You are the King after all, why do you answer their questions?"

Aegon looked into the distance. You couldn't read him in that moment.

"You will marry me. Then their questions and nagging will stop."

"Very romantic. At least imagine a nicer place than a black void to ask for my hand in marriage." you smirked the scenery around you two changed. "Oh, this is just... worse." you said as you realized you were right in front of a whore house. "I much preferred the void." you said as you looked at the building then you looked back at Aegon. "Why do I have the feeling that you love me Aegon?"

"You are the first person who saw me for who I am, not the Prince or the King. You saw me at my worst yet, you didn't leave. You gave me a second chance. And once my sister is dead, I will have my peace. And in my peaceful future, I see you."

"Big words from someone who wanted to burn me."

"You said it yourself, you have been burnt already."

"Twice, they tried to drown me once." you nodded as did he, remembering when you told him. "So, if I marry you... they will stop calling me your whore?"

"They call you that?"

"Of course, they think I'm deaf, I swear it. They don't even know my name, they call me Aegon's whore or the King's whore. It is rather hard for me not to kill them when I hear those words."

"Even if you marry me, you cannot kill them."

"Oh, I know. But I can scare them into thinking that you would." you paused for a second, taking all of him in before letting out a sigh. "I'll go back to your room, I have a ring my grandmother gave me, you shall propose me with that."

"So, you accept?"

"Ask me first."

You woke up and got out of bed, rushing to Aegon's room, you nearly ran into a knight who was walking his rounds.

Aegon was up, sitting in his bed, his blanket pooling around his waist. You went over and sat on the bed close to him, handing him the golden ring with a black stone on the top of it.

"This ring holds a promise. A promise of marriage and I must warn you, if you break your promise of loyalty, it will harm you."

"Is every item your grandmother had a curse?! The necklace now the ring! What will happen? I bed another woman and a snake would come and bite my cock off?"

When you only smiled, Aegon got rather nervous. He had no idea what he just said would be the truth.

"My grandmother was a great witch. Powerful and smart. This is a ring my grandfather gave her, he wanted her to curse it. So, he wouldn't even think of cheating on her love." you put your hand on his face, cupping his cheek. "And considering your reputation with women, I think it is rather fitting." he rolled his eyes while you let out a small laugh. You moved slightly closer to him, only a couple of inches between your faces.

"You are a cunning woman. You would ask me for my crown and I would give it to you just for one night of love. Do you love me?" you saw the tears in his eyes, he looked so vulnerable.

“I think there was never a time when I didn't love you Aegon. Long before you even saw me in your dreams." you put your hand out to him. "I would love to be your wife. Not just to hush the rumours, not just to stop the people from talking but because I truly believe I could be the wife you need as you would be the husband I desire. Can you promise me?"

"How many vows must I take for you to stay with me forever?" his eyes never left yours, his voice low.

"Maybe a couple more.” you smiled. “But even if you don't I will never leave your side."

He placed the ring onto your finger, watching it, knowing what it meant. He only now noticed the symbol inside the ring. A triable with a circle and a single line in the middle. He looked at it, facinated.

"Can you also promise me something? Can you... include it in the ring?" he spoke and you nodded once. "Can you also promise what you asked of me? Loyalty."

"Of course, I shall promise, if I break your trust in our marriage, the curse shall come after me." Aegon nodded as he felt your hand move to the back of his neck, he leaned slightly right before his lips met yours.

Neither of you saw the small light the ring let out.

It was another promise neither of you could break.

And as he pulled you into his bed, slowly removing your night gown, you were certain, you would never want to break your vow.

A/N: Hi All!!! Thank you for the love on part 1! Hope you enjoyed this one. I will for sure make a part 3, an ending to this mini series. Let me know what would you like to see in that if anything. I, for sure, will make it a happy ending! I’m not sure if you guys want more story in it, I was thinking focusing on their relationship instead of following the series/books.

A/N 2: Yes, the ring is based on Tom Riddles’ ring! Thank you for asking.

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CHAPTER ONE

summary: Draco breaks Harry's nose and Miss Norris snitches on Esathena. warnings: Implied thoughts of suicide, stress. wc: 2,450 a/n: im really still figuring out tumblr, I barely know how to work it please lord hang on with me as new chapters come out and the old ones get edited.

"CISSY! YOU CAN'T do this! He can't be trusted!" Bellatrix lowly screeched at her sister as they walked between houses down an alleyway.

"The Dark Lord trusts him."

"The Dark Lord's mistaken." she hissed back. Narcissa didn't reply to this. The only sounds that could be heard were the click of high heels against cobblestone and Muggle children riding their bikes in the pouring rain. The younger sister knocked at the door, and the two were careful to keep their faces hidden by their black cloaks.

A grim and hideous face appeared at the door, blurry through the icy film that coated the glass pane. Peter Pettigrew opened the door for the sisters, a confused and suspicious look splayed across his features. However, he let the Blacks in, knowing they wouldn't be here if it weren't important. Narcissa and Bellatrix walked through the halls of the cottage, and ended in the room where Severus Snape was sat on an armchair reading The Daily Prophet.

"Run along, Wormtail." he ordered, but the ugly man didn't move at his words. Severus slammed the door harshly with a flick of his wand and he cowered away in shameful fear.

"I- I know I ought not to be here." Narcissa nervously began, pausing for a beat of composure. "The Dark Lord himself forbade me to speak of this." she continued.

"If the Dark Lord has forbidden it, you are not to speak." he cut her off promptly, and without missing a beat, spoke, "Put it down, Bella, we mustn't touch what isn't ours." the curly haired witch set the item down on the mantle, raising her eyebrows at him to show that she did what he asked.

"As it so happens, I'm aware of your situation, Narcissa."

"You? The Dark Lord told you?" Bellatrix questioned, suspiciously eyeing the long-haired Death Eater.

"Your sister doubts me." he looked towards Narcissa. "Understandable. Over the years, I've played my part well- so well, I've deceived one of the greatest wizards of all time." Snape defended and she responded bored with a snore as she paced the room. "Dumbledore is a great wizard. Only a fool would question it."

"I don't doubt you, Severus." the black and blonde haired sister assured from her seat on an armchair, hands tightly clutching the glass between them.

"You should be honored, Cissy. As should Draco and Esathena." Bellatrix continued pacing around like she was nervous.

"He's just a boy." she pleaded, "And she's only a girl."

"I can't change The Dark Lord's mind. But it might be possible for me to help Draco and Esathena." Severus explained, and she stood from the chair she was sat in.

"Severus," she whispered, stepping closer.

"Swear to it." Bellatrix said, an intimidating and ominous look on her face. Her sister turned around and Snape eyed her from where he was standing. "Make the Unbreakable Vow." she pressed on, walking towards them. "It's just empty words. He'll give it his best effort. When it matters most, he'll just slither back into his home. Coward."

"Take out your wand." Snape instructed, and he did lock arms with Narcissa.

He was making the Vow.

Bellatrix began to dramatically cast the spell as thin, white, glowing ribbons twisted around their very still hands.

"Will you, Severus Snape, watch over Draco and Esathena Malfoy as they attempt to fulfill the Dark Lord's wishes?"

"I will."

"And will you, to the best of your abilities, protect them from harm?"

"I will."

"And if they should fail, will you yourself carry out the deed The Dark Lord has ordered the siblings to perform?" she whispered into his ear and he could feel her hot breath on his face. A beat of intense silence as Narcissa and Snape emotionally held their eye contact.

"I will." the silky ribbons began to fade away, and they slowly released their grip on each other.

"Harry? Is it me or do the Malfoy's and Mummy look like three people who don't want to be followed?" Ron peered out from the abandoned and destroyed Ollivander's, Harry and Hermione close behind. The three Malfoy's glanced around, carefully and nervously before going down the path to Knockturn Alley.

Both clad in all black, Draco in a suit and Esathena in her turtleneck and slacks, they reluctantly followed their mother. Unbeknownst to them, the Golden Trio followed close behind through the winding walls and openings. This was not a place any of them wanted to be.

The Malfoy's descended the stone steps, entering Borgin and Burke. Draco and his sister paused a moment, but when Draco entered with a radiating energy of courage, she found it difficult to not do the same. The shop door closed behind them with a shrill ring of the bell attached to the door, and the Golden Trio continued to investigate.

"It's all right, come in." their mother tried to assure the siblings, but she knew they hated being here just as much as she did. Thanks to Lucius, their unfortunate father, they were to inherit a life of darkness, death, and torture.

Only they would be the ones creating it.

Esathena stood closely behind her brother as he gently let his hand slide across the cabinet in front of them.

"I'm sure you've been told somewhat of your task." a Death Eater spoke from beside them and Esathena would have jumped if she didn't know how important it was for her to keep her composure and show her strength.

"It's simple really. Brilliantly simple. You lot fix this Vanishing Cabinet's sister in the Room of Requirement, and we gain entry into Hogwarts. Not much else I'm allowed to say, but I think you can figure it out. You're smart enough to realise the power we can have once you complete this." Draco said nothing, continuing to get a feel of the cabinet.

Only when the Death Eater harshly gripped at his sister's arm did he turn around. He tugged her closer to him, and lowly spoke into her ear. "And don't forget that if you speak to anyone about this, you'll never see your mother again. I'll make sure of that myself."

"Get your filthy hands off my sister." Draco sneered, and the Death Eater turned towards the blonde but his grip did not falter. Esathena continued to keep her composure, not letting her guard down to show she was not weak. The man laughed dryly, amused by Draco.

"Oh, you've got some newfound courage or something? What are you gonna do, you gonna kill me?" he toyed, but Draco only blinked, sucking in a deep breath. He knew they couldn't afford to risk anything.

"Come on, Fenrir. It's just brotherly protection. He didn't mean anything by it." their mother defended, her voice just slightly wavering. He only held up a hand, not sparing a glance in her direction.

"I didn't think so," he growled, pushing Esathena into Draco and strutting away. She only glared in his direction, aggressively shrugging her shoulders as if to rid his touch from her.

He was filthy.

Bellatrix still stood there silently, but once Greyback was out of their vision, she walked up to her nephew.

"You two should be honoured," Bellatrix began, running her brittle fingers across his cheek then backing away. "to be considered by The Dark Lord for this task." she finished, then followed towards the direction the other Death Eater had left.

Narcissa hurriedly pulled her daughter into a hug, and kissed Draco's cheek. He only let his head bow, as if he knew what was going to happen. As if he knew that this would become the beginning of the end.

"Did you do something to your hair?" Pansy spoke up from across the table, and Esathena turned her head towards the brunette girl.

"Um, no. It's the same as it's always been." And she hadn't lied. It was still a dark black color with platinum streaks, and one section that was entirely platinum. That section was under her hair by the front of her face, and if she tucked her hair behind her ear, you could see it quite well.

"Oh. It looks more white. Guess it's just been a while and I forgot." Pansy shrugged and she smiled, turning her head back to the window and scratching under Peanut's chin. She drowned out all of the annoying conversation and commotion until she felt the chatter fade away, and realised that nobody was talking at all.

Then her vision went black.

Or more, the train did. Nobody could see anything now and there was a coalesce gasp across the compartment before people started to cough because of the thick, blue and black smoke.

"What was that?" Draco snarled, looking around from the standing position he was in. Pansy stood up, and said something about how it must have been a first-year and how Draco should sit down since they were almost at Hogwarts. Esathena rolled her eyes. She did love Pansy, and they were best friends- but the constant pining after her brother would be the death of her. It was pathetic. Nonetheless, he sat down next to his sister and across from Blaise.

"It's alright, darling, just some smoke." she calmed her mewing black cat, moving her back into the center of her lap.

"Hogwarts," Draco scoffed. "What a pathetic excuse for a school." he continued, and she stayed silent beside him. She never really spoke much with this many people around, mostly letting Draco do the talking. They were together most of the time as he swore to himself he wouldn't let anything happen to her.

When they were forced to become Death Eaters, he had cried for days and he didn't leave his room for weeks. He swore to himself that he'd protect her and he'd failed. So this year, he made a new promise. One that he could keep. He swore that he'd make sure she never left his side and he could successfully keep her out of harm's way to the best of his abilities.

"I think I'd pitch myself off the astronomy tower if I thought I'd have to continue for another two years." She looked at her brother, questioning his actions. He knew what was on the line if they spoke about the task.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Pansy asked, a sickeningly concerned expression across her face.

"Let's just say I don't think you'll see me wasting my time in charms class next year." he smirked, but it was almost unnoticeable. Blaise failed to hold in a laugh from across the seat, smiling to himself.

"Amused, Blaise?" Esathena cut off whatever it was that her brother was beginning to say, glaring at the Slytherin boy. "We'll see just who's laughing in the end." Draco let a threatening smirk take shape on his lips as his sister retreated back to her former position on the seat. Blaise stayed silent.

The sky was dark and had long since fallen, and the section of the train they were on was now nearly empty. Pansy, Blaise, and Esathena were beginning to gather their luggage to exit the Hogwarts Express. Draco sat still, clutching his jaw between his fingers.

"You guys go on. I want to check something." he told them, and his sister eyed him suspiciously but left for the train exit with her friends. Once they made it off the platform and she had set her luggage next to the rest of the students', she waved them off and went back to the train. Draco still hadn't come out yet and it had been nearly ten minutes.

To her surprise, just as she passed the gate, she saw her brother walking briskly towards her.

"I thought you'd left with Pansy and Blaise."

"It's been ten minutes, I wasn't going to just leave you on the train." Esathena walked side by side with him, watching as he placed his expensive, initialed luggage next to hers. "What did you need to check on?"

"It doesn't matter. There wasn't anything, anyway. Just some old cobwebs and spare blankets."

"What's this cane here, then?" Filch grumbled as he went through the cases, checking for anything "suspicious".

"It's not a cane, you cretin. It's a walking stick." Draco spat out and Esathena crossed her arms next to him with a glare and the old Squib.

"And what exactly would you be doing with a walking stick?" he pushed on, talking about it could be considered a weapon.

"It's alright, Mr. Filch. I can vouch for Mr. Malfoy." Snape intervened. It was only when Esathena had resorted to looking at her surroundings to make time move faster that she noticed that Harry and Luna were standing in front of the gate. She'd thought there was nobody else on that train - or at least that's what Draco had told her. She looked back at the three people next to her, then back again when she noticed something on Harry's face. It looked like... blood?

Esathena squinted, trying to get a better look at his nose and she realised that it was in fact blood. It looked like somebody had broken his nose.

"You said there was nothing on the train, yeah?"

"Nothing important." he returned and she nodded when he looked past her towards who she could only assume was Harry and Luna. "Nice face, Potter."

A few more minutes, and the siblings were both on one of the carriages while Harry and Luna were still getting their luggage checked. It was silent, save for a few noises from the Thestrals and crunches of the leaves for a few moments before she drew in a breath to speak.

"Draco-"

"I know." he looked at her, and saw how her eyes were now glossed over and her bottom lip was slightly quivering like it does when she was trying not to cry. He saw how her eyebrows fought not to furrow so she didn't show any weakness, and he saw how she spun her ring around her middle finger to distract herself.

Esathena was only fifteen, and now she was a Death Eater because of their bloody father. She was only fifteen, and now she had been tasked with opening the school to an army of Dark witches and wizards that would inevitably kill half of the students at Hogwarts and destroy the school with them.

Draco pulled his sister close to him.

"I'm scared. I don't want to end up like father." she whispered, slightly muffled by the thick material of his black turtleneck.

"I know, Essie. I won't let it happen. I'll protect you no matter what it does to me."

#draco malfoy #lorenzo berkshire #enzo berkshire #louis partridge #slytherin #wattpad #harry potter #tom felton #smut

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duhragonball · 3 months ago

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Phantom Blood Liveblog JJBA ch.1-5

🇬🇧🗡️⚰️🩸🧛🐸🧂Yikes! P-part 1!🌭🍫🏰🧟🛳️🎩🥖

Back in May I liveblogged JoJolion, because I've been wanting to do it for a few years and couldn't find the time. Once I finally got into it, I had a blast, and that got me motivated to block out time to do other JoJo parts. I tried to cover the anime as I watched it in 2017, and the manga for the parts that weren't animated at the time. But I didn't really get a handle on how to do it right until later, and I always wanted to go back and read the manga for the parts I only saw in cartoon form.

And since Part 1 is the shortest one, I thought this would be the easiest one to squeeze into my busy schedule of reading comic books uh... important business. Yes, important sexy business. But liveblogging JoJo is pretty important and somewhat sexy in its own right, so let's begin, shall we?

The story opens on an ancient Aztec sacrificial ritual from sometime between the 16 and 12th centuries BCE. I don't want to spend a lot of time on that, since the main purpose of the scene is to showcase the weird, spooky mystery of the stone mask that appears throughout the story. For the first several chapters, it seems to be little more than a curiosity, but it quickly turns into something much more important.

We then jump to 1880, where Dario Brando is trying to talk to his son, Dio. Look at this. Just look at this. This is the very first time Dio has appeared in anything, anywhere, and he's flipping us all off. No one holds a book like that, Dio, you salty, salty bitch. You ain't slick.

What Dario wants to tell Dio is that he once "rescued" George Joestar back in 1868. I'm using quote marks here because what actually happened was that Dario and his wife discovered the Joestar family in a carriage wreck and tried to rob their corpses. But George was still alive, and he mistook Dario's actions as a kindness. This naivete pretty much defines George Joestar's whole character arc.

George's driver was killed in the wreck, and so was his wife, but their infant son, Jonathan survived. The anime implies that Jonathan's mom used her own body to protect Jonathan as best she could, but that isn't spelled out here. I guess that's kind of a given, though. I mean, she died and the baby lived, so what other interpretation could there be?

Anyway, George wanted to reward the Brando family, so he gave Dario a bunch of money, which he later used to start a hotel, but kind of blew it. But also, George promised to take care of Dario's son if anything ever happened to Dario. So now that he's dying, Dario tells Dio to go to the Joestar estate, where he can become a rich man.

Dio agrees to do this, but not out of any love or respect for his father. He hated Dario, mostly for being a failure who mistreated his mother, and he vows to become rich and powerful, but not for his father.

On the day Dio arrives at the estate, young Jonathan tries to rescue a doll for a girl named Erina. He doesn't know her, but he just happened to see bullies messing with her and chose to intervene. Jonathan gets his ass kicked, though. That doesnt' matter to him, though, because he considers himself a gentleman, and a true gentleman always has the courage to help those in need, even if he can't win. Especially if he can't win.

And this page might be the throughline of the entire JoJo series. I was watching some Hamon Beat videos a few weeks ago, and I was impressed with his response to the notion that Part 1 is "boring". Part 1 is literally the foundation of the entire series, and establishes all of the themes that run through the Parts that follow it. Sure, the 19th Century setting might be a little off-putting for some, and it takes a little while for the nutty super powers to kick in, but Hamon Beat makes a pretty strong argument. How much can someone really enjoy Stardust Crusaders or Diamond is Unbreakable if they hate Part 1?

Young Jonathan standing up for Erina--even when he doesn't know who she is, even when he's outnumbered-- is exactly the same thing that makes Jotaro advance towards Dio when he doesn't seem to have a chance of winning. It's the same thing that drove Josuke in his battle against Kira. Having preferences is fine. It's one thing to like Part 5 better because you liked the Stand powers or fashion choices more. But it's weird that people got into JoJo and seemed to completely miss the real heart of the story, so much so that they held the origin of it all with such contempt.

So Dio arrives to be adopted by George Joestar, and when Jonathan introduces himself, his dog Danny runs up and Dio knees him in the jaw. Keep in mind that Dio's whole agenda here is to play it cool and get in good with the family so he can score a huge inheritance. All he really has to do is behave for a few years until he's established himself, but he hates dogs, and he's too angry to hide it.

The family dynamic becomes pretty clear up front. Dio's main goal is to demoralize Jonathan any way he can. Presumably he wants to diminish Jonathan in the eyes of George, so that Dio will get the lion's share of the inheritance. And Jonathan is a little too nice for his own good, so he lets things slide in an attempt to get along. And George is still to naive to see Dio as anything but a perfect little gentleman.

For example, one night George scolds Jonathan for his table manners and sends him to bed before he can finish dinner. George points out Dio's impeccable table manners, which is... kind of ironic, considering what Dio will be doing for nutrition later on.

Anyway, the isolation really starts to get to Jonathan, and he wonders in a moment of teen angst if anyone will even miss him when he dies. This always gets to me, because Jonathan is part of this lineage of JoJo protagonists, but he's the very first one, and the second one won't show up for decades. Jonathan's the founder of this thing, but he has no way of knowing that, and it's a very lonely position to be in. If only he could know how dearly he'll be missed after he's gone, and how much his loss will mean to his descendants in the future. Maybe this is why I like Part 2 the best.

Oh, also this scene of him staring at the moon kind of reminds me of Jolyne looking at the moon in prison. But let's move on.

No, wait, let's not move on, because Jonathan's morbid thoughts lead him to notice the portrait of his dead mother that's mounted over his bed. Maybe that gives him some small comfort, the reassurance that if he misses her despite having no memory of her, then perhaps his life can mean something to others as well. Anyway, he forgot he had secret bedtime candy in his room, so he won't go to sleep hungry tonight.

But Jonathan's life still sucks. Dio quickly steals away all of Jonathan's friends by beating him at boxing with his superior fighting skills. Jonathan and his pals box for fun, but Dio grew up on the streets, so he knows all the tricks. He offers to teach the others, but warns them not to share his secrets with Jonathan, whom he says can't keep secrets.

This is sort of the basis of Dio's interpersonal skills. "Everyone wants to be friends with someone who is strong or will do something for them!" By making himself useful to the others, and making Jonathan appear weak and useless, Dio can ingratiate himself to the other boys, and isolate Jonathan further.

Later, George sees Dio checking out the Stone Mask and explains how he bought it at a yard sale in London the day of the carriage accident. Dio is curious about its value, its history, and the Aztec writings inside it, but he denies having any interest in the thing.

Meanwhile, Jonathan hits it off with Erina Pendelton, the girl he tried to help earlier in the story. They ride old-timey roller coasters and swim in old-timey swimsuits and so on.

Here's a panel of Erina chilling out with Danny that I thought was pretty cool.

But Dio quickly finds out about this, and decides to forcibly kiss Erina just to wreck what little happiness Jonathan has left.

You might have noticed by now that Dio is kind of an asshole. Again, this is the blueprint for every other villain in the franchise. Dio's already got a bright future ahead of him as an adopted son of George Joestar, but he wants more, and he believes he can increase his own fortune by oppressing others. Dio wants to dominate Jonathan, Kars wanted to dominate all of nature, Kira and Diavolo wanted to erase all evidence of their crimes to live as they pleased, and so on.

But it's not as easy as he likes to think. For all his cruel tactics and ruthless plotting, Erina can shut him down just by washing off her face with gutter water to show her contempt for him. Dio could just let this slide and appreciate how well his plan is working, but he can't. He knows he's being insulted, and he can't stand that. Deep down inside, he wants something that can't be reduced to a simple display of power. He can hurt and manipulate others but he can't make them love him.

For a while, Jonathan isn't aware of this incident between Dio and Erina, because Erina is too ashamed to go near him or tell him. But Jonathan still has Danny. George tells Dio about Danny's backstory. As a pup, Danny was timid, so Jonathan use to tease him and throw rocks at him and stuff. But then Jonathan was drowning in a river, and no one was there to help him, except Danny, who dove in and pulled him to safety like a good boy.

The moral of Danny is that he had no reason to repay Jonathan's cruelty with loyalty, but he did it anyway, and after that they became good friends, with Jonathan never giving him orders. The bond between them was more like that of trusted friends.

Of course, Dio can't understand any of this. He just sees Danny as another vulnerability of Jonathan's to exploit. It's possible, though, that Dio envies what Jonathan and Danny have together, and he can't have that for himself because the concept is so alien to him...

Later, Jonathan finally finds out about what Dio did to Erina, and he confronts Dio immediately. Dio kicks his ass again, but this time Jonathan refuses to back down. He knows if he loses this fight, he'll never escape Dio's shadow, so he knuckles up and...

BAM! PART 1 IS BORING? BITCH WHERE?

YEAH FUCK HIM UP JONATHAN! FUCK HIM UP!

So as they fight, some of Dio's blood splashes onto the Stone Mask, and it falls off the wall, then a bunch of claws come out of it, as though triggered by the blood. This distracts Jonathan, but not for very long.

Dio actually cries, although I suspect this was just a diversion so he could pull a knife, but before he can escalate things, George shows up and scolds them both for fighting in the house. Being George, though, he leans harder on Jonathan for beating Dio excessively. Dammit, George...

Dio retaliates by locking Danny into the incinerator, and the next time one of the servants uses it, he discovers Danny burning alive. I'm pretty sure the anime didn't show Danny getting out of the incinerator, so here you go.

Jonathan comes home to find out Danny's dead, and he knows Dio did it but he can't prove it or start another fight, so he just goes to bed and has a depression nap. As for Dio...

He finally does enough self-reflection to realize that he's overplaying his hand. Dio's plan is to play the long game and win the Joestar estate, but he underestimated Jonathan's righteous fury and pushed him too far. If he tries any more shenanigans, it might wreck everything, so he resolves to dial it back for a while.

Meanwhile the Stone Mask... uh... doesn't do anything. Patience, folks...

#jojo's bizarre adventure #phantom blood #jonathan joestar #dio brando #erina pendleton #george joestar #danny

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eri-pl · 1 month ago

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Silm reread interlude 3: Lay of Leithian canto 6-7

TW: a vividly, suggestively but not explicitely described wolvish violence quoted at the end. Some Sauron-typical levels of wicked but I don't quote the worst of it.

Canto 6

We get another recap, about the Darkening. A description of Feanor's speech: "But all he said both wild and wise, half truth and half the fruit of lies that Morgoth sowed in Valinor". …so, for all that go buy listen to another tale, we are told.

Also, the Oath, in the version when only the sons swear it (and it sounds like they do it in Balariand?): "There their hands they joined in vows, those kinsmen seven, swearing beneath the stars of Heaven, by Varda the Holy […] Who calls these names in witness may not break his oath, though earth and heaven shake". The other names mentioned are the mountain, and maaybe Manwë?

Also, the oath is unbreakable. Huh. We are in a more ancient type of a tragedy, I guess. Well, we are in a fairy tale, but the Feanorians are in an ancient type of tragedy. (However, to be honest, the published Silmarilion too has this sentence with not much change.)

We get a list of them (A&A have different names): "…and Maidros tall (whom after tornment should befall) and Maglor the Mighty" So: Maglor is mighty, unclear if just in song, or he was buff. like him being buff. Also, is there even a single version of this list where Maedhros doesn't get his gloomy foreshadowing?

"Be he friend or foe, or seed defiled of Morgoth Bauglir, or mortal child that in the after days on earth shall dwell, no law, nor love, nor league of hell, not might of Gods, not moveless fate shall him defend from wrath and hate of Feanor's sons, who takes or steals, or finding keeps the Silmarils, the trice-enchanted globes of light that shine until the final night."

OK, so:

It seems like we are still in the Legendarium where Morgoth can create life. Or maybe it's more of a metaphor?

"no law, nor love, nor league of hell, not might of Gods, not moveless fate" sounds so chilling!!! (and is complete wishful thinking bs)

normal verbs, no lisp!

as has been said already, no mention of murder. But they do swear wrath and hate so it's not an improvement, it only makes the Oath easier to not break.

"The wars and wanderings of the Gnomes this tale tells not", says the tale among explaining to us the wars and wandering of the Noldor Gnomes for about 3 pages.

Fingon's banners are white in this version, not blue.

Beren goes to Nargothrond, as in the Silm periodically shouting that he is not a spy.

Either Tolkien really loves the adjective "everlasting" or… huh. anyway: "the everlasting fire of those enchanted jewels all know is cursed with an oath of endless woe, and Feanor's sons alone by right are lords and masters of their light. He [Thingol] cannot hope within his hoard to keep this gem"

And, moving on from the "everlasting", in this version the Oath of Feanor is widely known and Finrod assumes that Thingol knows enough to expect that the Feanorians would attack him. Huh. This does not mean that it is so in the canon, and I still claim that Thingol not knowing makes more sense.

Also, Finrod acknowledges that the Silmarils belong and answer to the Feanorians. Huh. What a mess.

But to each their due: @dfwbwfbbwfbwf you may like this part.

The rest goes more or less as in the Silm. Also, Celegorm has gleaming hair, so yes, blond Celegorm very likely. We get another repeat of the oath, with some variation (in red): "Be he friend or foe, or demon wild of Morgoth, or mortal child, or any that here on earth may dwell, no law, nor love, nor league of hell, not might of Gods, no binding spell shall him defend from hatered fell of Feanor's sons, whoso take or steal, or finding keep a Silmaril. Those we alone do claim by right, out thrice-enchanted jewels bright."

So, the differences:

"seed defiled" to "demon wild" — may be a difference of personality. Celegorm may not care about defilement at thisn point. May be just "sounds better".

"shall dwell" → "may dwell" — this is an important one! The Oath mentioned Men who were said to appear, but Celegorm rewords it to cover everyone who lives on earth (Dwarves, and generally stuff like Ents and so, who were not mentioned in the original Oath, because the feanorians didn't know they exist / will exist), changing the words to match the intent in light of current knowledge about the existing races.

"moveless fate" → "binding spell" Huh. this is a funny one. An "accident" on Celegorm's part? It was fate that brought Beren there, after all.

"wrath and hate" → "hatered fell" — May be poetry, may be just Celegorm preferring a cold, purposeful hate over the passion of wrath.

plural → singular: context. they are talking about a Silmaril, because Beren doesn't intend to steal all 3.

the ending: also very natural.

Celegorm talks about (if they go with Beren) Nargothrond covered in blood and corpses, and Doriath ruined by a battle. Which is clearly foresight, and, ironically, comes to pass even though the people of Nargothrond don't massively go with Beren.

Curufin, things go like in the Silm, people murmur, I love the choice of word, it telegraphs a lot to me [or anyone who knows the Book of Exodus. TLDT they're being wrong and thankless].

Also, Finrod's crown is a silver helmet.

Oh, and also I keep calling him Finrod, but his name is Felagund and Finrod is, in this version, the name of his father, whom we know as Finarfin. I'm sorry, I can't switch to this convention.

Canto 7

Beren and Finrod (well, Felagund) ambush the Orch (which is fine, because Orcs), and the Orcs of course have poisoned spears, because bad guys use poison.

Sauron mentioned! He is called Thû, but just like with Finrod, I don't think I can switch how I call him. Also: "and the road[…] he watched with sleepless eye of flame". Unclear whether it's a spell-security-camera, PJ style or just a poetic description of his actual eyes. Also, sauron never sleeping sounds very in-chaarcter.

Oh, and Men will worship him. When? "in days after". But when? In late Numenor? "and made him ghastly temples in the shade" which is not a thing in the Silm. But not yet, now he's Morgoth's second-in-command.

We get a chilling description of his necromantic minions: "hosts of phantoms and wandering ghosts, of misbegotten or spell-wronged monsters". I love the word "spell-wronged".

We get a description of his throne on the isle, which is "fashioned of blood-darkened stone". C`hilling.

They talk, Sauron is really creepy and explicit about Morgoth's plans for Lúthien. And realizes that those guys are not orcs, because they're not laughing. We get few of the most evil /creepy/whatever lines ever, which I will not utter here (2139 to 2142). Then he asks them whom do they serve, which is again quite chilling. And… were this kind of talk in the Silm, I may have had less problems with reading it with the emotional responses that Tolkien wanted.

And then he switches to a somewhat cartoon villain style: "Death to light, to law, to love! Cursed be moon and stars above! May darkness everlasting old that waits outside in surges cold drown Manwë, Varda, and the sun! May all in hatered be begun, and all in evil ended be, in the moaning of the endless Sea!"

My reactions to this (in order):

team Rocket reference! (Well, not a reference, but it reminds me of) :D

HUH. Either I don't get it, or this text can't figure out what it means by what, or Tolkien just loves poetic terms too much…. or Sauron talks about things he doesn't understand (which would be in character tbh). All seem likely.

you are over the top, Sauron.

Yes, he's got flaming eyes. OK.

Song duel! Finrod's song has some common themes with Lúthien's song when she was escaping from the tree: "freedom escape[..] the prison opening, the chain that snaps". Another reference to the emaning of the title of this lay. Songs of freedom are a repeating motive in this. And not only in this. The song-rescue trope also ties songs and freedom, freeing someone. Makes me think.

Finrod loses, we switch to present tense for one stanza. For some reason? Maybe this is a genre thing, a tool that you are allowed to use in a poem like this.

We end on a dark, but beautifully-described note: "From time to time in the eyeless dark two eyes would grow, and they would hark to frightful cries, and then a sound of rending, a slavering on the ground, and blood flowing they would smell."

"But none would yield, and none would tell." So, ok, we do end on a less-dark note, to be precise.

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