#Cold-Blooded Myrtle

[slvth3rin]

Hi, I’ve never requested anything before so hope this is okay :)

Can I request a one-shot where reader is a Gryffindor in a secret relationship with Draco and she sneaks into the hospital wing to comfort him after Harry uses Sectumsempra on him?

Thank you!

I LOVE THIS PROMPT IT'S SO CUTE

WC: 860 (sorry it's short)

The rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin was a well-known fact within the hallowed halls of Hogwarts. The two Houses clashed over the House Cup, Quidditch Tournaments, and practically every aspect of school life. It was a never-ending battle of disagreements and animosity. In the midst of it all, a forbidden love quietly flourished between you, a Gryffindor, and Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin.

Dating across Houses was not unheard of, but a relationship between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin was a rarity. Aware of the repercussions, you and Draco decided to keep your love hidden from prying eyes. Sharing stolen glances in class, brushing hands in the corridors, and stealing private moments became the essence of your relationship.

Now in your sixth year, Draco appeared distant, his troubles with his father's imprisonment weighing heavily upon him. You did your best to provide comfort and reassure him that you would stand by his side, but it seemed that the weight of his circumstances was slowly chipping away at him throughout the year.

These insecurities about your relationship plagued your thoughts as you sat in the Gryffindor Common Room, attempting to focus on your Astronomy homework alongside your classmate Ron Weasley and a few others. Suddenly, the doors swung open, and Harry Potter burst into the room, an expression of fear etched on his face. He stood before you, his body covered in blood.

Shock silenced the room as you and Ron attempted to voice your concerns. Before you could utter a single word, Harry interrupted, his voice urgent and frantic. "I need your book. Your Potions book. Quick... give it to me..."

With trembling hands, Ron handed over his potions book, and you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper, "What... What happened?"

Harry's response came in a flurry of disjointed words, but your heart skipped a beat when you caught the mention of Draco amidst the chaos. "W-what about Draco?" you managed to blurt out, your concern overpowering any need to conceal your feelings for him.

Ignoring your question, Harry exclaimed, "I'll explain it later!" before hastily leaving the Common Room.

A chilling wave of fear washed over you, leaving your hands cold and trembling. Homework forgotten, anxiety gripped your every thought. Ron attempted to reassure you, his voice filled with concern, "Harry seemed okay, I'm sure it's fine-"

But Ron remained unaware of the depth of your worry, of the true identity of the person you feared for. Of course, you were relieved that Harry appeared unharmed, but the very thought of blood on him, if it wasn't his own, sent shivers down your spine, for it could only mean one thing—Draco was in danger.

After Harry returned, he shared a detailed account of his encounter with Malfoy. He described finding Draco in tears, seeking solace with Moaning Myrtle, and how he had utilized a spell from his potions book, with Snape subsequently handling the situation. While relief washed over you upon learning that Draco was going to be okay, a sense of horror lingered within, though you fought to maintain a composed façade to protect the secrecy of your relationship. As Hermione and Ginny engaged in a heated argument, your head spun with a mix of emotions. Feeling overwhelmed, you found yourself instinctively leaving the Common Room.

"Y/N?" Hermione called out, her voice filled with concern. "Where are you going? It's quite late."

"Just need some fresh air," you replied, attempting to conceal the distress evident in your voice.

Once outside the dormitory, tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you hurried towards the hospital wing. The late hour draped the corridor in silence, with Madam Pomfrey noticeably absent. Only one bed was occupied, and you stealthily entered the room.

"Y/N?" Draco's voice reached you as a whisper, laced with vulnerability. "What are you doing here?"

Offering him a tender smile, your fingers instinctively intertwined with his. "I couldn't stay away, Draco. Not when I knew you were hurting."

Draco's lips curved into a faint smile, gratitude mingling with the lines of pain etched on his face. "You always manage to find me, don't you?"

You leaned in closer, your voice barely a whisper. "That's because you're worth finding, Draco."

A moment of silence enveloped you both, stretching into what felt like an eternity. You searched for words to provide comfort when your thoughts spilled out, revealing your concern. "I heard that you were... crying. To Myrtle?"

Instantly, Draco's defenses rose, his tone defensive. "Did Potter tell you that? I mean, it's utterly absurd—"

Cutting him off, you gently caressed his cheek, your touch a soothing balm against his troubled spirit. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant that if you ever need to talk, cry, or anything... I'm here. I'm your girlfriend, you know."

You smiled reassuringly, watching as a glimmer of moisture pooled in his eyes. Slowly, he sat up, his lips finding yours. The stars dancing across the sky where all that witnessed your romance. In the hushed stillness of the Hospital Wing, the moon cast a glow upon his features, rendering him ethereal.

As your lips parted, he whispered almost inaudibly, "Thank you."

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #draco fanfiction #draco x you #draco malfoy x y/n #draco x y/n #draco #draco malfoy imagine #draco lucius malfoy #draco imagine #draco x reader #draco x female reader

[slavicdelight]

METANOIA

Pairing: Tom Riddle x f!reader

Summary: Metanoia - the journey of changing your mind, heart, self and way of life

Warnings: slightly ooc Tom, pureblood ideas, hits of murder

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Tom Riddle was a name recognized by everyone at Hogwarts. The infamous Slytherin Head Boy commanded respect from every student and even from professors, thanks to the aura surrounding him. However, what most people didn't know, or perhaps didn't care to notice, was that there was something sinister lurking behind his captivating gaze and mannerisms.

His friend group, constantly present by his side, consisted of members from the most well-known pureblood families. Tom considered himself superior to them because he possessed the blood of the noble Salazar Slytherin. By the age of 19, he had already committed horrifying acts, such as opening the Chamber of Secrets during his 5th year, resulting in the death of Myrtle Warren. He also murdered his remaining family around the same time. Furthermore, he created Horcruxes in order to reach immortality, which was one of his goals and the initial step towards becoming the greatest dark wizard in history.

Tom was a skilled manipulator. He had the ability to hide his true emotions, always putting on a mask of politeness. In addition, he was brilliant and could be described as an over-achiever. Tom thoroughly planned everything and never allowed setbacks to hinder him. There was only one person who saw right through him - Dumbledore, the person Tom despised the most in the entire school.

Tonight, Tom was strolling through the hallways of Hogwarts, carrying out his patrols as a Head Boy. Although it was generally a mundane duty, it had its advantages. One of them was being out after curfew without anyone questioning it. The corridors were dimly lit, so Tom had to cast a spell to produce light to see clearly."Lumos." he muttered, before continuing on his way. It appeared to be another uneventful night, where nothing of particular interest occurred.

As he was heading back to the Slytherin dorms, someone bumped into him, causing both teenagers to fall to the ground. "I'm so sorry," said a girl who appeared to be about the same age as him, possibly a year younger. He was about to reprimand her for running into him and give her detention for breaking curfew, but then he looked at her and was instantly captivated by the most beautiful pair of eyes he had even seen. They were warm and welcoming, but what truly enthralled him was their enchanting violet color, which sparkled under the light emerging from his wand.

"I should've watched where I was going," continued the witch. He cleared his throat and gave her a cold stare, trying to hide his intrigue. "Why aren't you in your dorm? It's past curfew," Tom questioned the girl. Another surprising thing was that he had no idea who she was. He only noticed the Ravenclaw emblem on her robes, indicating that she was a member of the eagle house. The Slytherin prided himself on knowing almost everyone at school, from students to professors, yet he didn't know her. How could someone with such captivating eyes escape his attention? "Oh, right. I got caught up in the library and forgot about the curfew," she explained. "I'll go straight to bed." With that, she tried to pass him and walk away.

She wanted to end the interaction as quickly as possible, knowing that Tom Riddle was trouble. Despite his perfect student persona, she sensed a hidden darkness beneath the surface and wanted to avoid getting involved. "Now, now. I can't possibly let the witch with such incredible eyes leave without knowing her name, can I?" he asked, causing her to freeze. "I fail to see how my name is of any interest to you, Riddle. I would prefer you not knowing it and allowing me to go.”

Tom didn't expect his charm not to work, but he hid his surprise. He wondered if the girl was brave or stupid, perhaps both. She didn't know that she piqued his interest, and that was something dangerous. "It hardly seems fair that you know me, but I don't know you, don't you think?" He took a step closer to her but didn't predict what she would do next. "No, I don't," she said, while taking a step back and bolting in another direction. The Head Boy simply stood there and let her get away. 'Let her run,' he thought. 'I shall find her anyway.' And with that, he continued on his way to the dorms.

The next morning, during breakfast, he scanned the Great Hall in search of her. Tom tried to be discreet, but his best friend, Abraxas Malfoy, noticed. Abraxas was his most reliable follower, someone Tom could trust. "What are you looking for, Riddle?" he asked. The boy with raven hair turned to glare at him and said, "It's none of your business, Malfoy." He was becoming increasingly frustrated that the witch from the previous night was nowhere to be found.

Finally, the girl made her entrance, walking into the hall accompanied by another girl. They both headed towards the Ravenclaw's table and took a seat. He couldn't help but gaze at her. It was as if she sensed his gaze, as she turned and looked directly into his eyes. Their staring contest continued until Headmaster Dippet began greeting students and wishing them a good day.

After finishing his meal, Tom made his way to the Potions classroom, his first subject of the day. He enjoyed this class, despite Professor Slughorn being a bit overwhelming. Tom was the professor's favorite student, excelling in this class just as he did in every other. He was an exceptionally talented wizard.

It turned out he shared the class with the violet-eyed witch. He wondered why he hadn't noticed her before. He took his usual seat and waited for the Ravenclaw student to enter, which didn't take long. She sat two rows ahead of him, accompanied by a boy he recognized as the Ravenclaw's seeker. Shortly after, Slughorn entered and the lesson began. Today, they had to brew an advanced potion called the Elixir to Induce Euphoria in pairs. As always, Tom was the first to finish his potion, with the help of his partner, Rosier. The potions professor, impressed with their work, allowed them to leave early. Tom decided to wait outside the classroom to talk to the girl who had sparked his interest and learn more about her.

As the girl walked out, he quickly grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the abandoned broom closet across the hall. She protested, but wasn't strong enough to break free from his grasp. Tom pushed her inside and blocked the entrance.

"Hello again," he said, noticing the anger on the girl's face. "What do you think you're doing? Let me go!" she yelled, attempting to escape from the classroom.

"No, I don't think I will," Tom replied. "What do you want, Riddle?" she questioned, gritting her teeth. Her captivating eyes locked with his, and he could swear they had the power to melt a man. But he was no ordinary man, and he wouldn't allow that to defeat him. "I already told you what I want," he started, before she interrupted, "and I already told you that you won't have that." The girl had some nerve, he had to give her that. "Listen, darling, either you tell me your name yourself or I'll find out on my own. But I would prefer to hear it from your beautiful lips.”

"And what?" she spat, her eyes narrowing with a mix of defiance and fear. "Will you force it out of me?" If looks could kill, he would already be six feet under. Tom's lips curled into a malicious smirk as he leaned in closer, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "You'll soon discover that I can be very..." He paused, relishing in the anticipation he was building. "...persuasive." The words hung in the air, sending a shiver down her spine. As he observed her reaction, he couldn't help but notice the subtle trembling of her breath, a sign that his presence and words were affecting her.

“If I tell you my name, would you stop pestering me about it?” she asked not looking into his eyes. Tom grabbed her chin and forced her head up, just enough for him to see her eyes. The Slytherin just nodded and took a step back. “Fine. My name is Y/N” she finally answered and moved past him, heading straight for the door. As Y/N was walking away she heard him say “Such a beautiful name, for someone with such extraodrinary eyes.”

Y/N felt a chill run down her spine as she left the broom closet, the encounter with Tom Riddle leaving her unsettled. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had just opened a door to a world of complications. Her day continued with classes, but her mind kept wandering back to the mysterious encounter with the enigmatic Head Boy.

Days turned into weeks, and Tom's fascination with Y/N only deepened. He started to make subtle attempts to engage her in conversation during Potions class or whenever their paths crossed in the hallways. Y/N, however, remained guarded, careful not to reveal too much about herself. She sensed danger around Tom, but there was also a part of her that felt an inexplicable connection, an undeniable intrigue that kept her from avoiding him completely. She didn’t like it, preferring to stay away from the drama that would undeniably follow her once she got too involved with the boy.

As time passed, Tom's pursuit became more relentless. He would show up unexpectedly in places where Y/N was, asking about her interests, her family, and her background. Y/N, althrough in the beginning sheltered and slightly annoyed, soon found herself drawn into conversations that danced on the edge of forbidden topics, and Tom, turn, discovered that there was more to Y/N than met the eye.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Tom found Y/N sitting by the Black Lake,reading a book . He approached her cautiously, and for the first time, his demeanor seemed less calculated, more genuine."You're a puzzle, Y/N," he said, his voice softer than usual. "I can't quite figure you out." Y/N turned to look at him, her violet eyes searching his face for any sign of deception. "Maybe some puzzles are meant to remain unsolved," she replied cryptically. Tom chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Maybe so, yet here we are. Both of us puzzling each other. But I do enjoy the challenge." he admitted. "And you, my dear, are the most intriguing challenge I've found at Hogwarts so far."

As the weeks turned into months, their interactions became more complex. Y/N found herself reluctantly drawn to Tom's charisma and intelligence, while Tom, discovered a more vulnerable side of himself. He couldn't quite understand why Y/N had such an effect on him, but he was determined to find out.

Their dynamic took a turn one evening in the Hogwarts library. Tom, managed to convince Y/N to join him in exploring the restricted section. As they looked through ancient tomes and hidden spells, Y/N couldn't ignore the growing tension between them. In the quiet space of the library, Tom leaned in, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "There's something about you, Y/N," he murmured, his breath sending shivers across her skin. "Something that both intrigues and unsettles me." Y/N looked at him curiously and asked “What is so unsettling about me?”. Tom only looked at her and leaning closer said “You’re making me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

As they continued their meetings, the lines between friend and enemy slowly became blurred. Tom’s past and his ambitions started to rub off on her, making her question everything. But she wasn’t weak and wanted to stay true to the right side. She wasn’t about to go down the same path as the Slytherin boy, and wanted to make him see that it was wrong. Little did she know that the choices made in the upcoming months would shape the destiny of the wizarding world.

As the weeks unfolded, Y/N found herself in a dangerous position. The more time she spent with Tom Riddle, the clearer it became that he was wavering on the edge of darkness. His thirst for power, his relentless pursuit of immortality, and the shadows of his past painted a grim picture. Yet, among all this darkness, Y/N saw moments of vulnerability, moments where the mask slipped, revealing a fractured soul. Y/N couldn't ignore the pull she felt toward Tom, a pull that went beyond fascination. Beneath his charming facade, she noticed loneliness that mirrored her own.

One evening, as snowflakes danced outside the castle windows, Y/N found Tom alone in the library. The fire cast a glow on his face, making him appear more handsome than ever. Y/N hesitated but she knew she had to ask the next question. "Tom," she began softly, "there's something I've been meaning to ask you." He looked up, his piercing gaze meeting hers. "Ask away, Y/N."

"Why are you so afraid of letting people in?" she inquired, her voice gentle but filled with genuine curiosity. Tom's eyes moved towards her, she could see suffering behind them. He took a deep breath before replying to her."People often betray and are fake in order to get what they want from you. After they get it, they leave and never come back.” Y/N took a step closer, closing the distance between them. "But it's also lonely, isn't it? To carry the weight of responsibilities on your shoulders without anyone to share it with."

Tom's mask wavered, revealing the boy beneath the facade. "Loneliness is a small price to pay for greatness," he stated, but a small amount of doubt could be seen in his eyes. "Maybe attaining greatness isn’t meant to be done alone." Y/N suggested. "Maybe it's in the connections we make, the people we let in"

In the days that followed, Y/N continued to challenge Tom's perspective. She introduced him to the joy of laughter, the warmth of genuine friendships, and the beauty of simple moments. As the walls around his heart slowly crumbled, Y/N became a beacon of light in his world, a reminder that there was more to life than power and darkness.

One evening, beneath the sky covered in stars, Y/N and Tom found themselves strolling through the Hogwarts grounds. Tom, usually composed, seemed uncertain, as if something was bothering him. "You don't have to be alone, Tom," Y/N whispered, her words carrying the weight of sincerity. "There's goodness in you, which you only have to choose." For the first time, Tom Riddle looked genuinely conflicted. The darkness within him warred with the flickers of light that Y/N had ignited. He was standing on the crossroads where the choices made would shape the future.

In the quiet of the night, Y/N extended her hand, a silent invitation to choose a different path. Tom hesitated, his gaze locking onto hers. And in that moment, the boy who had been consumed by shadows took a small step toward the light, changing the course of history forever. The journey towards redemption would be a long one, but with Y/N by his side, Tom Riddle was confident in succeeding. He realized that greatness could be found not in the pursuit of power but in the capacity to love and be loved.

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A/N: let me introduce you to my first ever Tom Riddle imagine. The obsession I have with this man is unhealthy. Anyway let me know if you enjoyed it. Thank you for all the support ♡

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[astrolovecosmos]

The Planets & Random or Obscure Associations

~Sun~

Creativity, vitality, head of state, the father, games, yellow and orange clothing, articles of value, jewelry, gold, brass, power, diamonds, citrine, topaz, jasper, amber, rhodochrosite, mistletoe, almonds, citrus, succulents, sunflowers, fevers, heart, back, spine, grapes, walnuts, rice, chamomile, frankincense, juniper, saffron, marigold, rosemary, rue, palaces, towers, luxury.

~Moon~

Eternal, cycles, silver, aluminum, pearls, moonstone, opal, selenite, chest, glands, lymphatic system, nervous system, emotions, mother, ancestors, nurture, rebirth, tides, baths, ocean, brew, boat, sap, willow trees, succulents, pale color plants, white flowers, cucumber, cabbage, lettuce, melons, shellfish, pumpkins, lakes, fountains, ports, fishponds, pools, springs, sewers, dairies, toys, reflection, blankets, objects of comfort.

~Mercury~

Communication, journal, pen/pencil, any writing tools, wings, phosphorous, mercury, agate, tiger's eye, brain, nervous system, eyes, respiration, thyroid, speech, hearing, intellect, vehicles, money, bills, paper, books, pictures, parties or social gatherings, scientific instruments, butterflies, messages, mail, hazel, mulberry, myrtle, seeds, aniseed, dill, fennel, lavender, liquorice, marjoram, parsley, valerian, hazelnuts, beans, mushrooms, pomegranates, carrots, celery, libraries, schools, markets, fairs, public spaces, tennis or badminton court, studies, banks, bowling greens, offices, blue, white, or light colored flowers.

~Venus~

Love, relating, lust, high-quality fabrics, copper, bronze, sodium, malachite, tourmaline, emerald, rose quartz, kunzite, sapphire, pastels, throat, kidneys, lumber region, art, music, aesthetics, social life, fashion, jewelry, wine, pleasure, alder tree, fruit trees, paint, ash tree, birch, pomegranates, early flowering, daisy, mint, marshmallow, meadowsweet, mugwort, plantain, tansy, roses, thyme, vervain, yarrow, potatoes, strawberries, wheat, sugar, nectarines, ballrooms, bedrooms, dining room, gardens, fountains, wardrobes, theaters, looking and feeling good.

~Mars~

Lust, conquest, desire, flaming sword, red things, fights, iron, brass, bloodstone, carnelian, cinnabar, pyrite, magnetite, ruby, garnet, hematite, muscles, reproductive organs, blood, kidneys, immunity, heat, action, arms, pepper, sharp instruments, cutlery, attacks, scissors, weapons, physical intimacy, bites, stings, scalds, burns, accidents, hawthorn, pine, thorns, cactus, aloes, anemone, arnica, belladonna, garlic, ginger, hops, mustard seed, nettles, wormwood, chives, onions, leeks, radish, rhubarb, tobacco, labs, furnaces, distilleries, bakehouses, ovens, smiths, butchers, fields, anger, passion, self-focus.

~Jupiter~

Expansion, optimism, religion, religious sites, tin, seduction, turquoise, chrysocolla, topaz, citrine, jasper, liver, pancreas, pituitary gland, sciatic nerve, excess, abundance, prophecy, philosophy, knowledge, universities, foreign travel, luggage, honey, oil, silk, fruit, distinct clothing, merchandise, horses, domestic birds, gambling, indulgence, entertainment, oak, dandelion, sage, endive, chervil, asparagus, figs, churches, temples, palaces, altars, courts, mansions, woods, orchards, winery, cornucopia, connecting with the soul.

~Saturn~

Limits, boundaries, father time, lord of death, shadows, lead, iron, steel, calcium, asbestos, sulphur, diamond, onyx, calcite, skeleton, spleen, skin, teeth, nails, joints, structure, crystallization, old age, blockage, anything dark, wool, heavy materials, agriculture, wheelbarrows, spades, farm houses and buildings, cold, laws, aspen, blackthorn, buckthorn, cypress, elm, toxic plants, hemlock, henbane, belladonna, hellebore, barley, beetroot, safflower, parsnips, spinach, deserts, woods, valleys, caves, church yards, ruins, coalpits, sinks, wells, mud, institutions.

~Uranus~

Eccentrics, mavericks, invention, genius, revolution, change, trends, disruptive science or tech, uranium, magnesium, lapis lazuli, sapphire, aquamarine, azurite, chalcedony, electricity, neon lights, plaid, nervous and circulatory system, pineal gland, chaos, violence, upheaval, astrology, steam engines, coal, machinery, coins, baths, fishponds, dangerous places, computers, magnets, quantum physics, research, welfare, humanity, hypnotherapy, railways, banks, gas, psychiatric hospitals, offices, hospitals, dispensaries, fortified places, chemicals, mingled/mingling, spirit and matter.

~Neptune~

Illusions, veils, diffuse, deception, water, oceans, mysticism, enlightenment, artistic pursuit and understanding, zinc, potassium, amethyst, fluorite, jade, sugilite, coral, aquamarine, pineal gland, lymphatic and nervous system, spine, mental processes, addiction, psychoses, disease, photography, music, substances, gas, religion, poetry, mimicry, chameleon, anesthetic, telepathy, empathy, dancing, psychic gifts, places near water, hospitals, places of healing, jeweler, painters, brewers, musicians, visionary.

~Pluto~

Power, influence, darkness, new life, what's hidden underneath, seeds, volcanoes, deep earth or ocean, bury, explosions, eruptions, abduction, plutonium, smoky quartz, obsidian, jet, pearl, deep reds, reproductive organs, the unconscious, nuclear, transformation, death, birth, rebirth, underworld, riches, earthquakes, big business, murder, detection, detective, invisibility, sneak, enforced change, hidden places, underground, drains, sewers, radioactive places, the occult, black magic, sacrifice, renew.

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[yichuuonvenus]

Pomegranate Seeds

Tom Riddle x Reader

~Description~

It’s your last year at Hogwarts and Tom wanted to celebrate with you…

~Warnings~

Rape/Non-consent, Dacryphilla, Ravenclaw reader, Innocent reader, Forced pregnancy

You looked at yourself in the mirror, slowly smoothing out the strays in your hair. You looked over to your friend, quietly snoozing without a care in the world. She was still knocked out cold from sneaking out to the astronomy tower. 

You sighed a bit and walked over to her bed. 

“Eva…” you called out to her. 

“Eva, we have to leave soon.” You lightly shook her a bit, giggling when she shook awake. 

“Is it time already?” She complained looking at the bright sky and then grumbling. 

“Yes! Myrtle and Arianna already left.” You smiled at her and helped her up. 

She immediately threw on her uniform and grabbed her bag. You both greeted your friends and made your way out of the common room. A few of your friends were escorting you guys down to the great hall. 

As you guys neared your table you couldn’t miss a bone-chilling tingle going up your spine. 

It was like something or perhaps someone was watching you. 

You turned and thought nothing of it to possibly meet its owner. You frowned when you didn’t meet the gaze of what you thought was watching you. 

You simply sighed and sat down, head tilting a bit to the side. 

“You okay?” Eva asked. Her lips curled into a soft frown. Her eyebrows throw you a look of concern. 

“Yeah… I I- I’m okay,” you quietly said. 

“She’s probably already thinking about her newts,” Myrtle laughed. 

You laughed too or at least tried to. 

“But really what’s wrong with you?” Arianna took your hand and squeezed it slightly. 

“Uh um… I’m just so upset that we all won’t be in Professor Slughorn’s club together,” you said signing a bit.

You didn’t like lying but you really were upset at that. That was the only thing your mother talked about growing up making sure you and your friends got in Slug Club. 

“It’s okay… how many times do we have to tell you that,” Eva iterated. 

“Yes, precisely. It wasn’t like we were going to get in anyways,” Myrtle laughed. “I’m a muggle-born, and Ari almost failed her owls.”

You joined in laughing, this time it was genuine, getting a hit from Arianna to the both of you. You still couldn’t help that twisted feeling in your stomach. The conversation lightly shifted after that. The usual small talk took place. 

“Have you all heard the rumor of Minerva?” Myrtle whispered.

“No, what happened?” Eva leaned down. Trying to whisper but doing a horrible job at it. We all gathered our heads towards the middle. 

“I’ve heard she turned into an animagus!” Myrtle announced making Arianna cover her mouth quickly. 

“Myrtle, you can’t just yell that!” Arianna said her voice as commanding as her mother’s.

“There’s no way…” Eva said. “You have to keep a mandrake lead in your mouth for an entire month! Ugh, there’s no way I could do that.”

“I swear to you… When you’re like me you hear things in the bathroom all the time,” Myrtle said matter-of-factly. Myrtle continued to ramble about other rumors going around the school. 

“Ah Myrtle’s muggle club is all here today,” a girl with blonde curly hair said. 

You all looked up to find who the voice belonged to. 

Olive Hornby. 

A rude pure-blood from Gryffindor. 

“Right, why are you even here Olive… the tables are separated by houses. Please scuttle off like the rat infestation you are,” Eva said uncaringly if Olive came from a pure-blood family. 

Olive stood there for a moment mouth agape eyes wide. The rest of you snickered a bit. 

“Well then… I will but not before I give a few tips for Myrtle’s terrible case of dragon pox… oh wait it’s just her acne.” She giggled before finally walking away. 

“Get a life, Olive!” Eva said. 

You swore you could’ve felt Eva’s anger throughout the air. 

Your mind was only on Myrtle and she left before you all could even console her. 

“I’ll go check on her.” Arianna rushed to follow after Myrtle. 

“I’ll go too,” you say wanting nothing but to comfort your best friend. 

“Hey, I got it. You guys go to class and we’ll meet up later,” Ari said half smiling and half frowning. 

“Oh… alright,” you silently said. Unable to resist a frown forming. 

“Hey, Myrtle is going to be okay. She’s the biggest firecracker out of all of us,” Eva laughed and you nodded your head laughing too. 

You both parted ways and you felt a twinge in your gut. You hugged yourself and kept your eyes on the floor. 

. . . 

You walked alone to class and drifted through classes like you were running on autopilot. You couldn’t help but think about Myrtle. As much as you wanted to protect her from everything bad in the world you knew you couldn’t and that broke your heart. You loved your friends like they were your sisters. 

You walked to your final class, potions. 

Potions was your favorite class because of your favorite professor, Professor Slughorn. You knew that he chose favorites it was very apparent which house was his utmost favorite. He didn’t need a big sign or microphone to announce it. Most of the slug club was filled with Slytherins. It wasn’t exactly your favorite thing ever but it was just how it was. 

You felt a pair of eyes on you again. You couldn’t stop but look at and this time. You found a pair of eyes. Dark blue crystals were peering into your own. You stared back not knowing when to look away. Only when he gave you a mischievous smirk did you look away. 

Tom Riddle. 

You didn’t really like him much. You haven’t known anything bad he’s done but you just knew. You had this feeling you couldn’t shake when you shared a room with him. You avoided him the best you could. You just didn’t trust him. Something about him just rubbing you the wrong way.

It was like you knew the secret before anyone else did. You seemed to find that you knew it was always him. That some type of trouble or problem was because of him but you could never prove it. 

When you turned your head you felt arms circling you like a devil's snare. The classroom was filled with darkness and a man quietly chuckling making the pit in your stomach grow from fear. It held you everywhere almost swallowing you whole. You screamed only causing it to wrap around your neck and mouth

You could fill the life draining slowly, quietly before…

“Hey?? You okay?” Arianna asked eyebrows up and mouth pinched. 

You lifted your head. Your breathing was out of control and you were shaking, sweat beads were falling from your forehead. 

“No, um yes I- I’m not sure what happened?” You asked as Arianna started to fan you with her notebook. 

“I don’t know if I can ever explain it. You were here and then your eyes… turned a grey color. I- I are you sure you’re alright?” 

She was shaken by whatever happened you couldn’t even imagine what she saw while you were being choked. 

“I- I don’t even know what happened. I was standing and then the room was dark and the-“ 

“Okay, class let’s begin today's lesson!” Slughorn playfully spouted. 

She took your hand giving it a light squeeze letting you know everything was going to be okay. You sighed and looked up to Professor Slughorn and your mind couldn’t help but drift throughout the lesson. Especially when there was a pair of dark eyes following your every move. 

. . .  

“Would you care to stay behind?” 

Professor Slughorn had the brightest smile on his face.

“Of course professor,” you said. You waved your goodbyes to Arianna and then made your way back to your table.

“I hope you all got my letter for the party?” Professor Slughorn stood proud.

“Yes, I did professor,” One boy said.

“I got my letter,” another one followed. 

You nodded when he gestured to you. 

“Good good. I hope to see you all there. Remember this is a celebration for you all!” he smiled brightly as that same dark blue-eyed boy from earlier caught his attention. 

“Yes yes, you all can go.” He smiled before turning and whispering to Tom. “What do you need my boy?” 

You watched as Tom’s eyes bore into yours for a moment. You held your shaky hands to your stomach trying your best to calm down. 

You couldn’t be in there a second more so you immediately walked out as Tom and Slughorn talked very intently about something. Slughorn’s eyebrows furrowed when their conversation deepened. 

You knew a place where you were safe, the common room. You were happy just to finally get out of the class and be with your friends.

. . . 

You throw on your favorite and best dress. You loved events like these. You could finally wear whatever you wanted instead of the uniform. 

You smiled at yourself in the mirror unable to tear your eyes away from yourself. 

You looked gorgeous. 

Eva stopped to stare at you, a smile crawling over her face. 

“As pretty as a princess,” she said. 

“Thank you, Eva,” you giggled. “I’m going to be back in an hour or two I’m not expecting to stay there the whole time.” 

“Okay but do bring back some of the food. I hope they have crab cakes again.” 

A laugh left your mouth as you agreed you’d get more crab cakes for her. You gave your goodbyes and left promptly. 

Your way down was a fun task. Slughorn ensured everyone in the club had a different route to follow to get to the destination. It was designed for what that person was capable of. 

You had the fun task of going through a maze. You were a pretty good navigator, already knowing where to turn before you ever got there. 

You rounded another corner as a pair of trees and vines twisted to create a door. A beautifully shaped door. You went through and found a bustling party. You smiled as you found people dancing and people just talking and enjoying themselves. 

You just wished your friends were here to see it. 

You took a drink from a tray and started to down it before you grabbed another.

It was probably several minutes in when you found yourself in another dark room. 

Stone painted the floors and walls it was covered in water. But this time you got to view yourself through the water-covered stone. You found your reflection crying as it stared at you. A pair of hands came around your reflection’s throat. You gasped as you could feel those hands around yours as well. 

It felt like how you did during potions like all the life was draining from you. A pair of real hands were on top of your shoulders bringing you back from this horrible daydream. 

“Are you alright?” A voice asked. A voice you knew all too well. 

“I’m okay, Tom.” 

You quickly moved his hands from your shoulders, like his touch was searing your skin. 

Tom noticed it, his eyes slightly glinting before going back to their original soft stare with a smirk on his lips this time. 

You looked away suddenly feeling like a deer caught in a headlights. 

“You look beautiful.”

You were taken aback by the compliment but accepted it anyway with a thank you. You felt no need to push him away immediately. 

It was still quiet for a couple of seconds before Tom spoke up yet again. 

“How are you enjoying the party?”

“It’s all right,” you replied wanting to keep it short and sweet. 

“Oh dear, is it not to your liking?” Tom asked his dark eyes doing that thing where they try to break you down and find out your every secret. 

“Um… no it isn’t that,” you said and for some reason, you wanted to tell him why. “I just- I just wish my friends were here.” 

He nodded like he was truly listening to you and for some reason you to keep going. You didn’t know why but you did. 

“One of them you see has been getting bullied-“ 

“That muggle-born girl.”

“She’s not just a muggle-born,” you said tight-lipped. “No one understands how hard it is for her.” 

“Hmm I see,” Tom replied with a nod. “Why won’t you guys tell the professors?”

“She doesn’t like it… she rather just let it be than make things worse,” you said, remembering the day that Myrtle was so upset about you guys for telling the head of Ravenclaw. 

“Don’t tell anyone I told you this please.” 

You couldn’t stop the shaking that filled your hands. You don’t know why you kept telling Tom everything. 

“Don’t worry. It will be our little secret,” Tom whispered with a smirk.

You felt like you told him something you shouldn’t have and you couldn’t help but blame yourself for whatever the consequences will be.

. . . 

“Y/n! It’s Myrtle I can’t find her anywhere,”  Arianna woke you up with a harsh whisper. 

“What, she never came back from the restroom?” You sleepily mumbled. 

You got up rubbing your eyes a bit when Arianna also woke up Eva. You turned to the window the sun wasn’t even on the horizon yet. 

“It’s Olive, I knew it. She must done something. I knew Myrtle was hiding something,” Eva shouted tears pooling in her eyes. 

“Please calm down and keep quiet. We need to have level heads.” Arianna pleaded. 

She gripped Eva’s hands holding them tight to her chest. Eva sighed staring at her before nodding. 

“We need to be careful with the prefects and the professors. If we are caught we have to tell them immediately what happened,” Arianna stated. 

You swallowed staring at the ground and nodded with Eva following suit. 

“Let’s go.”

You all left the dorm, deciding to split and look at different parts of the big castle. You took to the higher level bathrooms, while Eva took to the lower levels, and Arianna the common room bathrooms. 

You heard some chattering before you entered the bathroom. It was loud but not loud enough to draw attention. 

You looked around and no one was patrolling this section of the castle. 

You guessed it was because no one came here. As you went deeper into the bathroom there was water flooding the place. You stared at the ground wondering what transpired here. You could’ve sworn you screamed at the sight before you. 

Myrtle. 

Myrtle was on the ground. Lifeless eyes staring into nothing. You immediately fell to your knees. You couldn’t stop sobbing and shaking as your hands tried to touch her face. She was cold. No sight of life in her eyes at all. 

“Myrtle… wake up please,” You knew deep down she wouldn’t say anything but a part of you was expecting her to say it was a prank and that she was playing. 

“Please wake up,” you cried harder. 

You cried for some time until you heard some pipes moving and the sounds of water flowing. You moved your eyes toward the direction of the sounds. The sinks were opened and there was a hole in the middle of them. 

You shook as you walked closer. You didn’t know why or how but your body moved on its own and walked in. 

You don’t remember anything after that. Only waking up to Tom inspecting you. 

He smiled not one of warmth but one of triumphant. 

You shook underneath his gaze unable to move or to scream. You didn’t know why or how but something in you told you he was the blame for all of this. 

“What did you do to Myrtle?” You silently demanded. 

Tom only smiled and looked at you with the tip of his nose. 

“Nothing that she wasn’t going to already to go herself.” He said with no remorse in his eyes. “She was just a means to an end.”

You wanted to murder him right then and there. You wanted to hurt him.

“No no! How could you!?” You screamed tears threatening to fall. “You won’t get away with this.”

“I already have. What are you going to do?” He coolly replied. 

You pushed him away but he didn’t budge. You scooted back and Tom just watched you. Almost like he was letting you. 

You stood up and readied your wand, shaking as you held it.  You were never the dueling champion it was always Eva but it wasn’t too late to try now. 

“Expelliarmus!”

“Crucio!”

You both held onto your wands tightly. You knew you weren’t going to win this from the way your hands were shaking. You stood there until you weren’t. You didn’t know what happened but you fell to the floor screaming. You couldn’t even hear Tom’s laughing through the torturing. Full-on waterfalls were pouring from your eyes as your screams filled the chamber. 

You didn’t realize it finally stopped until Tom was on top of you. You couldn’t even register what he was doing. Your mind was fuzzy and your brain was feeling like mush. 

“You put up a good fight,” he chuckled as he threw you in your back. His eyes drifted to your face holding your jaw harshly. “You’re just too perfect to kill.”

He smiled at you as he brought his face to yours and gently licked the salty tears from your cheeks. You couldn’t stop him because you couldn’t feel anything. You couldn’t do anything as he ripped the top of your night dress in half. 

You would’ve sobbed if you had the chance but you couldn’t move your body, not even twitch your fingers. 

His lips were on your chest. Like he wanted to savor this moment. You could feel tears pooling in your eyes but you couldn’t do anything about it. You wanted to close your eyes but you couldn’t even do that. 

The rest was a blur. All you could feel was the ripping of underwear and the smell of blood. 

Your breath was knocked out of you as he shoved himself in. It unfortunately brought you back. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling from your eyes. 

You wanted to scream. To scream for help. Anything. But you knew it would be useless. You were trapped down here with a monster. 

“Get off,” you breathed, you truly didn’t know how your hoarse voice spoke without tearing out your vocal cords. 

“And why would I do that?” He said happily. His thrusts were painful and his nails were breaking skin on your thighs. You needed something to grab onto. To ground yourself. 

You felt his cheek press against your cheek. You would’ve thrown up right then and there if it wasn’t for the hand around your throat. 

That’s how you figured out this wasn’t about you. It was the power he wanted. The power he held over you. 

Blood joined the watery floor and surrounded you both. You didn’t know whose blood it was. 

The only thing you noticed was how it egged him on. His thrusts went harder and faster as he stared at himself through the bloody reflection. 

You felt his hand move up with your jaw. A kiss was pressed onto your lips. You wanted to puke. He took everything from you and he’s smiling while kissing you. 

You lay there unmoving and barely breathing. You didn’t know what else to do. You couldn’t fight him off. Not with the aftershocks of the cruciatus curse. 

You laid there until he was done. You didn’t miss the warmth that entered your. A gasp left your mouth as he pressed himself deeper making sure to mark you from the inside out. 

He pulled himself out. Admiring the work he’s done on you. 

“You truly are so beautiful” was all you heard before blacking out again. 

. . . 

As soon as you opened your eyes you knew you weren’t at Hogwarts. You took in the sight around you. The room was in disarray. It was dusty, the ceilings were covered in spider webs, and the air was stale. 

The bed you were on had almost no cushion. You tried to sit up but when you did you were pulled immediately back down. You looked up to see ropes digging into your wrists. The more you pulled the tighter they seemed to get so you quit altogether.

You wanted to cry, you didn’t know what else to do. You weren’t at Hogwarts. Your friends surely didn’t know what was going on. You were alone with nobody to help you. 

That was… until you saw movement at the corner of your eye. The boy who did this all just a few steps from you. 

"You're so pretty when you sleep, so peaceful."

You wanted to shout to scream but all that left your lips was, “I want to go home.”

He laughed at you like you had told the funniest joke ever. 

You didn’t want to cry in front of him and yet tears still welled up in your eyes, disappointing you. 

“You are home.” 

You felt your hands tremble and your heart race. You were scared. You didn’t have your friends. You didn’t have your mother with you. You had no one but this monster. 

He walked around the bed and held your face, lightly stroking your jaw with his thumb. In his other hand, he held something red and mushy. 

“This is what you’re going to eat,” he began to explain. “Its sole purpose is to help you confine yourself to your new life.”

“H-how?” 

His mouth moved close to your ear, his lips practically kissing it. 

“By making everyone you’ve ever loved, seen, spoke to, forget about you.” 

Your eyes went wide and your head shook. 

“No… no! I’m never going to eat that you cannot force me,” you screamed. You couldn’t. There was no possibility that that was something you were going to eat. 

His hand pinched your jaw and you could feel it go numb from how hard he grabbed you. 

“Fortunately for you, it doesn’t work if I force you… so lucky me I got a way to sway your decide your decision.” 

His hand that gripped your jaw let you go roughly. He summoned something in his hand, it was a piece of paper that you screamed at the sight of. 

Your mother lay dead on the paper. Blood smeared her face and her body. It was like you were looking in a window. Everything was so clear that you could see the small birthmark on her cheek. 

You sobbed loudly trying your best to come up with ways she might’ve survived. To come up with anything. You knew that it was real that that was your real mother on the paper. You couldn’t stop crying. 

"Hey hey you’re alright,” he said with a smile before it disappeared entirely and he gripped your throat. 

“I made my sacrifice, now it's your turn,” he said with no sympathy. 

There was a moment where it was only your whimpers and sobs before Tom rolled his eyes. 

“If you don’t eat it willingly I will murder the rest of your friends. What were their names again…? Eva and Amy? Oh, Arianna.” 

You sobbed unable to control the tears falling. 

He brought the fruit to your lips and you couldn’t avoid this. You knew only one outcome was going to happen—one where Tom wins. You sobbed harder as it reached your tongue. 

Everyone you ever loved was going to forget about you. As if you never existed to them. 

As you swallowed it you collapsed unable to hold yourself up from the pulling of the ropes. You didn’t even fight it. You couldn’t. You just let the darkness crawl over you. 

. . .

You couldn’t shake the feeling of Tom’s breath all over your face as he held you down. 

You felt sick and you were to the point of exhaustion. You could barely remember how you got there. Who you were. You could only think of him in between your legs. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered and it reminded you of a time before. A time of happiness long forgotten. 

He spilled himself into you for the fourth time in a row. He softly cooed at you, a smile forming on his lips. 

“When my seed takes…. You shall be blessed with a child of Gaunt,” Tom moaned. The idea makes him rut into you harshly. 

“You would like that wouldn’t you?”

#dark!tom riddle #dark!tom riddle x reader

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Do you think Tom getting Hagrid expelled was probably the best thing to happen to him? Because, assuming the Chamber of Secrets fiasco never happened, Aragog would have got out of Hagrid's trunk and he would have killed someone eventually.

It was probably pretty clear to everyone that Hagrid didn't open the Chamber and Aragog didn't attack anyone, as why would a Acromantula petrify a bunch of students and kill only one without eating any of them? Hell, Acromantula's can't even petrify people, so Aragog's clearly not the culprit. But, they were just the covenient scapegoat to make it seem like they were doing something.

It must have been pretty easy to justify Hagird remaining on school grounds as gamekeeper since he was just the fall guy and to everyone else the real culprit must have either got cold-feet after Myrtle's death or got killed themself by whatever monster they were using since the attacks stopped after that.

But, without the Chamber opening, Aragog would have no doubt escaped sooner or later and would have made lunch out of some poor little first-year. If that happened, Hagrid would have probably ended up in Azkaban.

There's a lot to unpack here.

What I Think is the Going Theory By People

At first, it looked like a prank, a very terrifying and unsettling prank but a prank. Someone rights blood on the walls that The Chamber of Secrets is Open, Enemies of the Heir Beware. And just. What the fuck.

The prank continues to get worse as several students are petrified. However, there's a key thing there, they are petrified and not killed. Petrification is a terrible but very reversable process with no after effects going by what we see in canon. It's just a pain in the fucking ass and you better hope you have enough mandrakes on hand or else it'll take for fucking ever to order them all.

Because of that, while it is terrifying and harmful, it's not quite the same as say when Katie Bell was cursed by the amulet in HBP where she had to go to an intensive ward in the hospital for months.

It still I imagine for most people falls in the realm of 'really stupid, dangerous, awful, what the fuck prank that some pureblood idiot thinks is funny'.

I imagine there's increasing speeches of "please knock this the fuck off whoever is doing this" at dinner in the Great Hall from Dippet and him only getting blank stares in response as the vast majority of students is not the ones doing it.

I'm sure like in canon people outside Slytherin blamed the most Pureblood Slytherin they could find (like how Harry assumed it was Malfoy at first), Dumbledore blamed Tom because he always does/he knows Tom is the Heir of Slytherin in actuality and that there might very well be a Chamber of Secrets or even if there isn't Tom would sure use the mantle if he ever found out about it, and I have my thoughts for what the Slytherin's thought but that's another post for another day.

Then a girl dies and suddenly this isn't a prank. There's a period of panic when the school is considered being shut down by the board, maybe there really is a Chamber of Secrets, and then they find a likely culprit, Rubeus Hagrid who has an Acromantula wandering around the school and has a history of bringing in extremely dangerous creatures into the school.

The thing is, I think most people at the time, and even later (barring those we see in canon who for their own reasons do not believe this) think it was Hagrid and a no brainer.

He has a creature whose bite causes death wandering about the halls and then shock of all shocks a student dies. True, while Acromantulas don't petrify, it's entirely possible that the petrifications/blood on the walls wasn't Hagrid and an unrelated stupid Pureblood prank. Added to this we don't seem to get much of a sense of forensic investigations/autopsies when it comes to wizarding world crimes (note that crime scene investigations is never really mentioned and there's only Aurors who come up whose job is just to catch dangerous Dark Wizards, not figure out what the hell happened at a place). So, I'm not sure that they could conclusively say what Myrtle had or had not died from/if they did an autopsy. For that matter, I don't know if it's common enough knowledge of what death by Acromantula looks like in a body after X hours have passed.

It's also not clear, I'm sure to most people given that Hagrid seems to be a pioneer of studying creatures, how Acromantula's feed and how they behave. Do we know that Acromantulas under threat don't poison their victims then scamper away? Do they always bite to feed? Since we know the spiders are sapient this has an extra layer of spice as well--humans certainly don't always kill to feed.

Which makes the defense of Hagrid of "but Acromantulas don't cause petrification!" or "An Acromantula would definitely eat that person it came across and never kill them in any other circumstance" very thin.

I imagine it depends who you ask but there's probably a few prevalent theories on how this all fits together:

Hagrid's spider killed Myrtle, but the blood and the petrifications were an unrelated stupid prank and no one wants to stick their nose into it after a girl died. After Hagrid's arrested/the death, all of it stops anyway so let's not think about it.

Hagrid's spider killed Myrtle and Hagrid had prepared for this eventuality by writing blood on the walls and petrifying students via some other method left and right so that people would think it was a Pureblood Slytherin. Hagrid has notably had run-ins with Slytherins before (see Tom noting the werewolf cubs under the bed/presumably having clashes with Hagrid) and it's possible he already resented them and that this was a ploy to frame someone else for murder/the spider's activities.

Hagrid was innocent! Someone else unrelated used some other monster that then never struck again and was never seen again and was never found in fifty years since to kill Myrtle and petrify those students! Sure, Hagrid has a bad history of bringing in dangerous creatures, doesn't get along great with other students who keep narking on him, and has been quite isolated and admittedly resentful of Slytherins but he's innocent! Because he's a good person who'd never harm a fly! (Except that there's the possibility this was unwitting manslaughter because Hagrid was letting a spider roam the halls)

I don't think anyone thinks Hagrid's actually the Heir of Slytherin or that the Chamber of Secrets even really exists. There might be some, but they'd be considered very stupid.

He has a creature whose bite causes death wandering about the halls and either the petrifications/blood was an unrelated prank from someone who was very unfunny or else Hagrid did it to cover up for himself/out of gleeful preparation for when his spider finally did kill someone. I imagine it depends who you ask, some will think Hagrid only did the death, some will think he did the whole Chamber of Secrets thing as well.

I imagine several don't even believe the Chamber existed or was opened at all but that Hagrid was definitely 100% guilty.

That is, unless you're Dumbledore, in which case it was that fucker Tom Riddle and you know it, you know it in your bones, you can smell it in the air, you just can't fucking prove it. But one day, Tom. One day.

Was Hagrid a Scapegoat/Was it Clear He Didn't Do it?

Honestly, I don't think he was. I think they honestly and truly believed that he was the one responsible because of what's outlined above. Added to the fact that arresting him caused it all to stop when the spider disappeared... it's not a good look.

A scapegoat is one thing, but very important people's children all go to Hogwarts, and people like the Blacks, the Malfoys, so on and so forth don't want a scapegoat they want this stopped. If it was just Dippet appeasing them then I imagine there'd be a lot more pushback for investigation. I think the Board of Governors believes it was Hagrid as well as does the Wizengamot at large.

So, no, not a scapegoat, they 100% thought he did it.

Similarly, I think pretty much everyone except Dumbledore believed Hagrid was responsible. No, it wasn't obvious that Hagrid didn't do it (for much the reason it wasn't obvious to Harry and Ron after Riddle told them. Harry didn't want to believe Riddle, Hagrid's so nice, but it... tracks...)

The them getting killed themselves by the monster is... well... who is missing aside from Myrtle? And why would that stop the monster from rampaging? The spider's gone and we know it's gone so kind of makes sense that everything stopped when the spider's gone.

Was it Hard to Hire Hagrid?

I imagine it was actually quite difficult for Hagrid to be hired on as assistant groundskeeper. I think what saved him there was Dumbledore really going to bat with him for Dippet using the "this poor orphan boy with no prospects and I personally think he isn't responsible for reasons I can't get into because no one will ever believe me" and Dippet feeling sympathy and telling himself "okay, Hagrid had his wand snapped, he is an orphan with no prospects who will starve if we don't employ him here, and his supervisors can keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't do anything".

I imagine a lot of the students and the Board of Governors were very leery of Hagrid being hired/in proximity of the students but some combination of Dippet and Dumbledore brushed that under the rug.

By the time we get to canon enough time has passed, enough has happened, that people have kind of forgotten about this as shown by it not being discussed until the Aurors arrive for Hagrid because "wow Hagrid, this is exactly like fifty years ago, you're still here, and we have you on record saying things like 'all Slytherins are evil at birth', are we doing this again, Hagrid?"

Would Hagrid Have Ended Up in Azkaban if the Spider Had Killed Someone?

Honestly, I don't think anything would have changed from what happened in canon. Because this is what people thought happened.

If there was no Chamber of Secrets debacle and this just randomly happened I think Dumbledore would still go to bat for Hagrid and get him the groundskeeping job (as it seems Dumbledore must have covered for Hagrid in the past). Dumbledore would probably blame Tom Riddle or else quietly admit it was probably Hagrid but Hagrid's just so sweet and it was clearly an accident.

Given that this is exactly what the Wizengamot/greater Wizarding World thought happened, I think Hagrid would be given the same punishment of expulsion and wand snapping, probably because it's manslaughter and he's a minor.

It was only when we went for round 2, fifty years later when Hagrid's an adult and it's looking very purposeful/not like manslaughter, that Hagrid got his stint in Azkaban.

And at this fucking point--

Well, @therealvinelle and I have an @rankheresy episode planned. I'll just leave it there.

#harry potter #harry potter meta #harry potter headcanon #the chamber of secrets #rubeus hagrid #anti rubeus hagrid #meta #headcanon #opinion

[racfoam]

Have your written anything about Harry and riddles first meet up in the chamber? If not do you plan to? Ps. I adore your fic nynn currently rereading it🤍

Hello!

I’m glad you’re enjoying the re-read. I was inspired to write nynn by a series written by @mayfriend called she walks in beauty. The author wrote the first three years (Tom and Harry's encounter made me scream, as did her encounter with Voldemort in 1st Year I am OBSESSED IT HAUNTS ME DO YOU UNDERSTAND IT HAUNTS ME), each its own work in the series, back in 2018. I love it and am obsessed with it which made me write nynn in the first place. The fics are locked so you’ll need an AO3 account to read them.

best of dark and bright by @mayfriend

What have we here, a voice crows from somewhere inside her mind, hmmm, difficult, very difficult… brave, but you would have to be wouldn’t you? Not a bad mind, and talent - oh my goodness, yes, such talent. And you want to prove yourself, don’t you? Have a hunger for it… to prove you’re more than a soulmate… but where to put you…

Not Slytherin, Harry thinks as clearly as she can, not Slytherin, not Slytherin…

Oh my dear girl, the hat mutters, are you sure? You could be great, you know, and Slytherin could help you on the way to greatness, it’s all here in your head…

I want nothing to do with him, she concentrates so hard that she thinks she might give herself a headache, I don’t want his words, I don’t want his mark, I don’t want to be in his house- Understood, the hat grumbles, well, if you’re so against Slytherin, then it had better be- “-GRYFFINDOR!”

A soulmate AU where Harriet Potter thinks she has enough problems in her first year at Hogwarts without her soulmate being the man who killed her parents, thank you very much, but she doesn't get a vote.

that tender light by @mayfriend

Harry’s dreams that night were frenzied, disjointed, terrifying. There was blood on the walls, blood on her hands, an animal lying prone at her feet. She was laughing. She was laughing, high and cruel. A flash of green light. A scream. Blood on the floor, not water. Blood going up her arms, as if she’s stuck her arms deep in a bath of it, and a voice - the voice in the walls - I smell blood, it chorused in a thousand languages, I smell BLOOD! She tried to run away, but only seemed to get closer to the crime scene with every turn. Moaning Myrtle was a girl, a real girl, but then she was on the floor, glassy eyed and empty, and always afraid, always hiding. I will return for you, Harriet Potter… promised the monster, and Harry believed him. Second year of my Soulmate AU, wherein Harriet Potter's hopes for a nice, quiet year are thwarted by a singularly determined house elf, two bickering best friends, and a strange boy in a fifty year old diary.

shade the more, ray the less by @mayfriend

Harry stepped to the front of the queue. She gritted her teeth as the sand morphed and transformed. She couldn’t think of what shape the boggart would take, but when it stopped, she suddenly realised that there was no other shape it could have been. Tom Riddle stood before her, scarlet eyed, still in his Slytherin uniform with his prefect badge. In his hand was a small, black book that Harry knew by sight. “Harriet Potter,” he said her name clearly, and he smiled, but his eyes were cold and dead.   Harriet Potter had almost allowed herself to be optimistic about her third year at Hogwarts. Almost. But then, she remembered her track record, and right on schedule, she learns an escaped convict is hunting her down, and that soulmates are not as cut and dry a business as she once thought.

ENJOY. YOU’RE GONNA LOVE IT.

#tomarry #tomarrymort #harrymort #female harry potter #tomarry fic rec #asks

[throwingmetothelions]

Hi babes. @ladyveronikawrites requested this one, and who am I to deny one of my greatest loves? This prompt is one of my favorites, so hell yeah I was gonna write it. I woke up 48 minutes ago, and didn’t leave my bed until I had this done.

Smut Prompt 176. “i’m going to fuck you against the windows, i want everyone to see how good you are”.

Folio x OC

“Do you wanna watch a few episodes of South Park first or something? Or do you just wanna go night night,” she ran her hands from his wrists up to his tired shoulders and back down again.

Touring was hard, but hotel nights for a show a few hours from his hometown served as fuel that kept Nick going.

His girlfriend was only joining them for the dates that started in North Carolina and ended in Maryland, but he took what he could get.

“I was actually wondering if I could watch something else before bed,” Folio cracked a half smile as he walked backwards and landed in a wingback chair.

Curious as to why he wasn’t flopped horizontally across the bed as per usual, she listed off movies that might strike his interest but nope.

He slowly shook his head as he’d made his decision. “Strip,” he could see the confusion on her face, but with raised eyebrows and an index finger pointed directly at her he asked once again. “Strip,” he whispered.

She could have laughed. She wasn’t wearing anything but some old cheer shorts she’s had since high school, and a faded oversized tee shirt that said “My Friends Got Stoned In Myrtle Beach And All I Got Was This Shirt,” in flaking print. Hardly what she would have considered sexy, but there she stood regardless. She positioned herself directly in between his legs. Her thumbs hooked the band of the shorts and brought them down slowly over her thighs. “Is this what you had in mind mister,” she breathes as the cold air of the hotel room hits her core.

Nick is all bitten lips and nodding neck as he stares up at her. His brain is short circuiting. Lack of blood. He didn’t need it anyway, and was just glad he’d opted for joggers after his shower. No belt, no jeans, and no boxers.

Freckled arms crossed in front of her as she slowly pulled the shirt off. She could feel the weight of her tits as the bounced back from being pulled up by the shirt, and she became aware of Folio’s hands as they made their way down her waist when the clothing hit the ground.

Her brain searched for instances where Folio had moved faster than he did in that moment, and she remembered none.

In an instant he had her pressed between him and the floor to ceiling window of the suite.

A squeal pipped up from her throat as the cold glass made contact with her nipples. “What - Nick, what the hell?” she whimpered, warm breath creating condensation on the window.

“I’m going to fuck you against the window, I want everyone to see how good you are,” he bit the back of her neck as he pulled himself free. He held her hair in a firm grip and placed her forehead on the glass. “Now, you just tell me what you see babe. You tell me who could see you,” Nick says before filling her up. This was where he found it. Behind his eyelids, he was convinced, was some sort of universe that belonged to an afterlife he was sent to every single time he felt her walls around for the first time after breaks.

“I can - can see like … there’s cars and … there’s a lady crossing the - oh. She’s crossing the street,” her forehead never leaves the glass because his fingers never leave her hair. That angle was absolutely going to leave her pussy sore the next day, but the feeling of him fucking her into the window and the knowledge that anyone could look up about 5 stories and see them? Oh, that was just enough to keep her from giving a damn.

Nick’s neck rolled back and his right hand left her hip. He spat on his fingers before bringing them in between her soft thighs. “Do you need this,” he mumbled against her shoulder as he rubbed quick circles around her clit. He didn’t need her to verbalize.

The grunt she let go from her chest was enough of a confirmation.

“I’m not gonna last much longer so I really need you to cum on my cock. You can do it hun just … ah fuck,” the feeling of her cunt pulsing around him from the orgasm he brought on just by talking to her, the bastard was enough to have him following shortly after. A few more shallow thrusts, and he found himself leaning his body weight into her as she panted against the window.

“Can I still take you up on that South Park offer?”

#bad omens #noah sebastian #nicholas ruffilo #nick folio #jolly karlsson #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fic #bad omens fanfic #auntievwroteit

[seriouslysam8]

I hate this meme

Like do people actually believe that Harry and Ron do nothing! (They must just watch the movies)

In Philosopher's Stone:

It was Ron that used Wingardium Leviosa to drop the Trolls club on his head (all Hermione did was scream)

It was Ron and Harry that came up with the idea to get out of the Devil's Snare. Harry told Hermione to light a fire and Ron told her to use a wand (yes they didn't know the spell to but what use is knowledge when you don't know how to apply it).

Ron won a game of chests against McGonagall! All I need to say!

Chamber of Secrets:

Ron was the first to figured out that Lockhart was a fraud, and Hermione would not believe him.

Harry figured out that Moaning Myrtle was the girl that was killed the last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened, and was able to find where it was.

Harry was able to kill a basilisk and a horcrux on his own.

Prisoner of Azkaban

Harry learns how to produce a Patronus.

Ron standing up on his hurt leg and saying that Sirius will have to kill him before he can get to Harry!

Harry is the one that figured out what Dumbledore means by "they can save more than one innocent life"

Goblet of Fire

Harry wins a tournament designed for older witches and wizards (yes Hermione AND RON helped him, but he was on his own during the tasks)

Harry dueled Voldemort on his own!

Order of the Phoenix

Harry is able to fight off two Dementor

Harry teaches the DA

they all fight in the Department of Mysteries and Ron get separated and is with two people that are younger, and still makes it out alive (he did get hit with a jinx that made him act drunk, but Hermione got nocked out cold)

Ron gets on the quidditch team and made prefect and is able to balance that and still get good grades

Harry and Ron both do really good on their OWL's

Half Blood Prince

When Harry is giving the correct instructions and has a professor not out to get him he improves in potions

Harry knew that Malfoy was up to something and no one believed him.

Harry is able to get him and Dumbledore back to the castle without either of them being splinched.

Ron and Harry are both on the quidditch team and still able to get good marks.

Deathly Hallows

Ron's knowledge of the wizarding world really helps them break into the Ministry of Magic!

Harry know that there is a horcrux at Hogwarts, but no one will believe him.

Harry and Hermione hardly talk when Ron is gone... Do you think they would be friends without Ron? Ron is the most socially intelligent of them all.

Also, not a reason for them being smart but Hermione  saying that she would go with Harry in his walk to his death while Ron looked stupid in the background is my most hated scean from the movies. Ron would not have let Harry go. He would have insisted that there was another way and he would die before he let Harry go get killed by Voldemort!

I am sure there is a lot more that I have missed (I haven't read the books in awhile).

It has been only recently that I started to dislike Hermione. She was never my favorite character, but I didn't mind her. I always thought Ron was perfect for her but she was not perfect for Ron (if that makes since). But it's the fandom love for her and making her out to be perfect that has made me dislike her.

Sorry for my rant, but I thought you might be the only one who might agree with me.

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK.

[blackjackkent]

Poking at Jaheira and Rasaad dialogue from Baldur's Gate 2 to get their voices more in my head for fic writing... some of my favorite bits from the wiki that I didn't get in Caden's playthrough:

Jaheira: You musn't let yourself get so wounded, Aerie. I won't always be around to bandage you, you know. Aerie: I'm a healer too, Jaheira. Jaheira: And what good are your spells now? You should be more frugal and not cast them all at once. Aerie: Y-yes, ma'am. Jaheira: And don't stutter; it doesn't become you.

Jaheira: I see you are hurt, child. I will carry what extra I can if it will lighten your load. Aerie: I am not weak, Jaheira, and you were as likely to be hurt as I! Jaheira: I have more experience in battle, Aerie. Any wound I received might have killed you comparatively. Aerie: So you say, but I shall not learn avoidance of such by cowering behind you.

Dorn: You have fire. I respect that. But I warn you, druid: Attempt to poison me again and you will not see the next sunrise. Jaheira: What nonsense are you babbling? Dorn: This concoction. You neglected to account for my orc blood. Next time, try something more potent. Jaheira: Do not be ridiculous. I am a druid, not an assassin. Dorn: Then how do you explain this vile brew? Jaheira: It is a mixture of myrtle and willow— Dorn: IT IS POISON. Jaheira: Drink it, Il-Khan. Or next time I will leave your wounds untended.

Jan: You know, Jaheira, in all our travels, your smile has eluded me. Jaheira: Oh, come now. Certainly I reserve my emotions for matters of great import, but... Jan: That is the thing. Perhaps I have moved you on occasion, but any fleeting glimmer of a smile is gone before it properly lights the room. Jaheira: Well, have you a relative that might remedy the situation Jan: Eh, perhaps illustrating the horror of unappreciated storytelling? Well... I had an Uncle Richard that tried to bring nude theater to a festival in Waterdeep...Exposure is usually good for an actor's career, but even so, a cold reception for the play caused the cast to shrink steadily. Blackballed, my uncle tried to recruit from the thieves' guild, but they wouldn't let their nick-ers go."Just bare with me," he would say, but they were afraid of being stripped of their dignity. He gave up the lead to attract new members, and eventually the production's genius was uncovered, even with his part left out. Jaheira: Ah... Jan: Verdict? Jaheira: Not... one of your best. *snicker* Jan: They can't all take the brass ring. Jaheira: Keep trying? Jan: I will if you will, my dear.

Keldorn: So this is home to your mysterious Harpers, is it Jaheira: Less and less mysterious with every day of your scrutiny, Lord Keldorn. Had I my choice, I would rather none but me were here at all. Keldorn: Then I thank the gods you do not have your choice more often. Your opinions run often towards the brash, my dear. Jaheira: I am Harper, Keldorn, I am discreet when I wish. I just find other methods to be... more effective. Now, may I suggest you keep your next thoughts to yourself? Keldorn: Ah... yes... aye, m'lady.

Korgan: That's a fine wooden staff you've there, woman. Tell me, ye crack acorns with it? Or call some rarebit friends to frolic with ye? Jaheira: Nature's servant makes no judgment on the woodlands. Your tone betrays you, Korgan. Korgan: Perhaps ye could summon a horde of squirrels to take the day, or make a lovely leaf stew? Make sure ye and yer twig be of some use, though that use be lost on me. Jaheira: A great many things are lost to you, I would think.

Jaheira: My injuries sting, but I think it is mostly my pride that hurts. But we did well enough in our last battle, did we not? I'll wager we may outlive the season if we are careful. Mazzy: That we might, though this was surely but a small scuffle. Our battles will loom larger as we garner more enemies. Jaheira: You do not seem worried at this prospect. Mazzy: Our virtue will guide the way. We shall not falter.

Minsc: Oh! Squirrels, Boo! I know I saw them! Quick, throw nuts! Jaheira: Minsc, could you please maintain a little grace while in nature's presence? Sometimes I simply do not know how you came by your title of ranger. Minsc: Do you wish me dour and sour like most others? No, I say not. The animals run and play without care, and I would too... if such a thing would not squish Boo flat. Jaheira: But your duties are serious things, Minsc. Do you realize that? Minsc: I am very serious! Boo would not let me shirk my duties! I would not want to shirk anything! No, ma'am, no shirking! Jaheira: Admirable, Minsc, but you use that word like you don't know what it means. Minsc: Eh, well... no... but it sounds sharp and painful, and I always reserve such things for freaks that might steal those squirrels' nuts! Jaheira: Good job, Minsc. You keep it up.

Jaheira: Well, little Nalia, it would seem you have grown quite accustomed to the power you now wield. Nalia: Why do you bring this up now, Jaheira? You have that tone in your voice again. Jaheira: "That" tone? I do not understand what you mean. Nalia: Yes, you do. It's that "time for an unnecessary lecture" tone that means you are about to caution me on the use of the power I have earned. Jaheira: I see. And what do you think the outcome of such a conversation would be? Nalia: Well, I believe that I would tell you I have found my true calling, that you should probably butt out, and that I would really prefer you to refrain from calling me "little Nalia." Jaheira: Determined to do good works no matter what the world thinks, is that the gist of it? Nalia: Yes, that would be the gist of it. Jaheira: Then I agree that the lecture would be unnecessary. I need say nothing. Nalia: You... what? Thank you, Jaheira.

Jaheira: I am curious, Neera. What does a wild surge feel like? Neera: It depends. I never know what to expect. The surges are all different from each other. How does it feel when you cast spells? Jaheira: Not the same, I am sure. I may feel wrath if the nature of my spell is violent, or calm if it is for healing. Beneath it all, I feel a oneness with nature that never changes. Neera: Maybe it's not so different after all. Jaheira: Why? You have this sense of oneness when you use magic? Neera: Sort of. My mind becomes part of... something. What, I don't know—I don't think it's nature. The Weave, I guess? Or maybe chaos? But yeah, it's kind of like "oneness," except it seems more like I'm looking at it through a window. When my magic is working properly, anyway. Jaheira: And when it's not? Neera: A wild surge is like that window shattering into a million pieces of glass. Jaheira: That sounds... unsafe. Neera: I don't mind. If you've been indoors a long time, sometimes you like the feel of a cold gust of wind. Jaheira: We are not talking about wind and windows. We are talking about power and your mind. Be careful of that glass.

Neera: Ohmigosh. Oh, Jaheira, I am so, so sorry! Jaheira: What have you to apologize for? Neera: A lot of things, actually, like the time I lit your hair on fire or the time I elbowed you in the stomach trying to get out of your way or— Jaheira: What have you to apologize for NOW? Neera: I just realized—I never said I was sorry about Khalid. Jaheira: Thank you, Neera. I appreciate that. Neera: I liked Khalid; he was nice. He made me soup once, when we were in Bridgefort.Come to think of it, it was REALLY GOOD soup. You wouldn't happen to know the recipe, would you?Er. Never mind. Not the time.

Viconia: Tell me, Harper, who was who with your parentage? Father the darthiir, mother the rivvil? Or father human, mother elven? It's always confusing with crossbred mongrels. Jaheira: Two people in love, swine. A rain not likely to soak your parade of scabbed obscenity anytime soon.

Voghiln: Come on. Just a little peck on the cheek. What's the harm in that? Jaheira: It'll be in my husband's fists if he finds out about it. Voghiln: Vot? Your husband raises his hand to you? This is not acceptable. Jaheira: No, you idiot. He'll raise his hand to you. And then bring it down on you, over and over again, like a hammer from the heavens. Voghiln: Oh, he'd hit ME? Ja, this makes more sense.

Rasaad: Forgive me, Jaheira, but I do not understand. I thought you a champion of goodness. You say you are not? Jaheira: There is no good in nature, nor evil, either. The wolf devours the rabbit. Is this good or evil, do you think? Rasaad: Well... neither, I suppose. Jaheira: You monks sit in libraries, perusing musty tomes about good and evil. I do not make such distinctions. My world - the natural world - simply is. Rasaad: An... interesting perspective. I shall have to think upon it. Jaheira: Perhaps you could find a book to help clear the matter up. Rasaad: An excellent idea. Have you any suggest... oh. You are teasing me now, yes? Jaheira: There may be hope for you yet, Rasaad.

Aerie: The weather is turning. Rasaad: It is a little chilly. Aerie: If we didn't have bad weather, we'd never appreciate it when it was good. You taught me that. Rasaad: I did? Aerie: Without the dark, how does one recognize the light?

Rasaad: I admire your devotion, Cernd. Cernd: My devotion? Rasaad: To nature. Has your faith in the Mother ever been tested? Cernd: Winds may sway the trunk, but this oak's roots are buried deep. Rasaad: What happens when the storm tears the tree from its holdings? What then? Cernd: When it happens—if it happens—another tree will take its place. Life goes on, Rasaad. Forever and always.

Edwin: Your head is very smooth, monk. Tell me, are you naturally bald? Rasaad: No. I shave it each day. Edwin: You shave it yourself, do you? Tell me, how do you do that? Rasaad: Surely you know how to shave. Edwin: Of course I know how to shave my own head, you impudent baboon!Uh, I merely seek to add to my considerable knowledge on the subject. So tell me—how do you shave your head? Rasaad: Having the correct tools helps. Come, I'll show you what I use.

Haer'Dalis: Yours is a story as old as time, but still as enthralling as the first time it was told. Rasaad: I am fairly sure my story is mine and mine alone. How could you have heard of it before? Haer'Dalis: The narrative shares many similarities with great plays and poems from times past. A stalwart soldier of light, his beliefs thrown into question by forces beyond his control, seeking revenge against those forces in an attempt to right that which was wronged. Classic. Rasaad: I see. And how do these other stories end? Haer'Dalis: The endings are many and varied, Rasaad, but all share one element. Rasaad: Which is? Haer'Dalis: Tragedy.

Hexxat: Still suspicious, Rasaad? Don't you think if I wanted your blood, I'd have taken it by now? Rasaad: Perhaps you are just biding your time, waiting for the right moment to strike. Hexxat: Rest easy. I would never partake of a friend of <CHARNAME>—at least, not uninvited. It would be... discourteous. Rasaad: Courtesy is not something I'd expect from a vampire. Hexxat: It is, however, something I'd expect from a Selûnite monk. Expectations are such slippery things, aren't they?

Imoen: What do you think? Rasaad: About what, Imoen? Imoen: My hair, dummy. What do you think? Rasaad: Has it changed? Imoen: YES! Look at it. Does it LOOK the same? Rasaad: I... yes? Imoen: You could at least TRY lying convincingly. Rasaad: You would have me lie to you? Imoen: Forget it. Don't worry about it. Rasaad: Have I done something wrong? Imoen: If you have to ask, then yeah, you probably have.

Mazzy: Take heart, Rasaad! The day is fine and our victories plentiful. Melancholy ill suits you. Rasaad: You mistake contemplation for melancholy. Do not be deceived. I am glad of our success. Mazzy: Your eyes tell a different story. Whatever demons you wrestle with, my friend, know that we stand steadfast behind you. Rasaad: I appreciate that, Mazzy, truly. But there is nothing to worry about.

Rasaad: You are always impeccably dressed, Nalia, yet I rarely see you shop for clothes. Nalia: I've always been good with a needle—one of the few skills Aunt Delcia managed to successfully impart, much to her chagrin. Rasaad: You sew your own garments? Nalia: Do not sound so surprised. Sewing relaxes me. It keeps the hands busy while letting the mind work. It's really not all that hard, once you get the basics down. The rest is just practice. Rasaad: And a little magic, I presume? Nalia: Here and there, Rasaad. Here and there.

Minsc: Friend Rasaad, I have a question, and Boo is being most uncooperative. What is a honeymoon? Rasaad: After two people are joined in marriage, they are provided with mead for a month in order to... ah... grow comfortable with one another. Minsc: So there are no bees? Rasaad: I have never been married, so I would not know. Jaheira: I can assure you, children, there are no bees on a honeymoon. Minsc: I shall take your word for it. Boo's answer involved both bees and birds. It was... confusing.

#bjk talks #baldur's gate 2 #jaheira #rasaad #that last one with minsc omg lmao #minsc buddy no #this has made me more interested in some of the companions i didn't hang out with previously though #also pretty much everyone here needs a couple hugs

[jaydedstories24]

For who YOU are– Michael Langdon AHS apocalypse

Summary: after Cordelia kills Ms mead Michael Langdon kills the other witches but takes the reader hostage when he sees that the others have escaped. For the first time in Michael’s life, someone wants to know what he wants.

Warnings: kidnapping, being held hostage, Burning someone at the stake, swearing, talk of abuse.

Word count: 1.6+

Tags: @ajokeformur-ray

Y/n POV

“where did you guys go?” I say to everyone that's just walked in the door.

“To take care of a problem, dear” Myrtle says.

“and is there a reason why you went without me but everyone else” I asked.

I take a look at Zoe, Madison, queenie, Mallory and Cordelia they're all dressed in black.

“ You burnt someone at the stake didn't you” I accuse.

“Yes y/n if you must know we burnt someone at the stake” Cordelia walked passed me.

“Who” I asked.

Cordelia hasn't really spoken to me or has been really arrogant since Michael came into our lives apparently I'm the only one here that doesn't see him what everyone else says he is.

“Who” I yelled.

“the old lady with the black hairstyle” Madison answers.

“Ms. Mead you killed Ms. why on earth would you do that” I freak out.

“To show Michael that I’m done messing around with him” Cordelia says

Taking her by surprise I put both of my hands on the side of her head and forced myself into her memories.

Flashes, the burning, the smell of charred flesh.

“I will kill you all” Michael promised.

I take my hands off of Cordelia.

“I am your supreme you may have gifts that the others don’t but you will not use them on me” she orders.

“Some supreme you are you’ve practically signed our death certificates with that you do understand right? At least Fiona would’ve made a truce with him” I yell.

“Do not use my mother against me y/n” Cordelia scolds.

“I have gifts you don’t that is correct it’s also why I told you not to attack Michael everything I saw everything I warned you about” I told Cordelia.

“What you saw maybe true but that side of Michael is long gone I gave him a chance today and he turned it down” Cordelia replied.

“Of course he did you killed the one person he thought who loved him what did you think that you were going to walk off arm in arm, embrace the coven that killed the closest thing to he ever had to a mother. I don’t think he would want to bake cookies with you Cordelia” I spat

“I’m strong enough to take him y/n” Cordelia says.

“That’s a laugh” I smiled.

I turned around to walk back up the stairs.

“Where do you think you’re going Missy?” Cordelia questioned.

“To paint my nails so that they’re fresh for my inevitable death, are you coming Madi? I invite her.

“No, this shits crazy I’m out for what it’s worth y/n I hope you live you’re the only one I like around here.” She walks out the front door.

“When Michael comes here and trust me he will. I won’t fight him and I won’t protect you” I warn

I walked upstairs.

Red.

Red I think is a fantastic colour to paint your nails before you die. I think painting them black is just a little on the nose.

It has started my blood runs cold I can hear the witches downstairs especially the younger ones calling out for me. But if I have any chance of being able to really meet Michael for who he is I can’t do anything. So I put my headphones on and paint my last nail.

I look up when I smell the metallic scent that blood gives off.

Michael stands at my door my breath hitches. It’s different looking into Michael’s eyes they’re look hardened much unlike the sweet past version I saw him as in murder house. However they still have the Same jaded look on his face

He stands there for a moment before racing towards me I only flinch when he blows black dust into my face.

Floating? I feel I’m floating I don’t open my eyes I’m too tired and strangely I’m at peace.

I feel someone put me on what feels like a wooden chair and put something on my wrist.

My head rolls forward and I wake up.

“Thank Satan I thought you were going to sleep forever then you wouldn’t have been very helpful to me” Michael says.

“Yeah well that stuff smells like goats ass” I say half smart.

“No that would be me actually” he tells me.

Now that he says that it gives me a moment to take in his appearance disheveled, dirty but mostly he looks broken.

“Listen Michael I know you’re going through a hard time–“ I start.

“A hard time your witches killed my Ms mead and now you’re going to help me” he yells.

“I’m not going to be much help to you” I say quietly.

“You will help me whether you like it or not” he towers over me.

To my surprise I don’t quiver when he stands over me.

“You see when the witches when they notice you’re gone they will have to come out of hiding and look for you” he tells me.

“No they won’t we got into a disagreement. I’ve been arguing with the coven for months now” I disagree with him.

There’s a look in his eyes that proves he wants to believe me but some part that thinks he can’t after everything he’s been through.

I struggle with the rope’s around my wrists. They start burning.

“They’re cursed ropes they won’t hurt you unless you try to escape” he says.

In this moment I found that interesting he doesn’t intend to hurt me. I stop resisting and relax.

“You say that the coven has had a disagreement with you. What could possibly cause that much of a rift that they wouldn’t protect their own” he asks me.

Michael sits down on a wooden box waiting for my answer.

“You, we had a disagreement about you” I answered hesitantly.

He leans forward slightly, “what about me?”

“They think you’re evil” I answered.

Michael seems suspicious for a moment, “you don’t”

I shake my head.

“Why” he scoffs.

“Because after you performed the seven wonders and the extra challenges Cordelia made us look into you. She sent Madison and I to the house you grew up in”

“What did you find there?. Did you find whatever proof you were looking for?” He seems intrigued.

“The others found what they needed to crucify you but I don’t agree with them” I answered honestly.

“If you went looking then you would have also found that I am the Antichrist” he says.

“But that doesn’t make you evil Michael it makes you powerful. I know about your upbringing, about Constance’s abuse, trying to get to know Tate as your dad and your interesting relationship with Ben. Michael I know a lot about you and I understand it but everyone your entire life has done nothing but force their opinions on you” I say softly.

He takes a moment to comprehend everything I just said to him.

“So you know full well everything I am so you understand why I’m so upset about Ms. Mead she is the one person who didn’t force anything on to me” he says softly.

I sighed. He hasn’t realised it yet but she was using him too.

“Don’t suggest otherwise to me don’t lie to me” he orders.

“Michael I’m not I promise to you I’m not” I tell him.

He seems to be waiting for an explanation.

“I have a particular gift that allows me to adsorb a memory and share it with other people would it be okay if I could share it with you” I asked him.

“That’s a trick I know better than that do not take me for a fool. You just want me to untie your hands” he says.

“No, Michael I use touch to transfer the memory using touch. I don’t want you to untie my hands until you’re ready, until you trust me and only then. I’m asking for permission to touch you” I explain.

He walks over to me and kneels down to my level, “do whatever you have to do, show me”

I lean forward the smell doesn’t really bother me anymore. I lean forward far enough that I’m barely touching him. I just need confirmation that he’s okay with this.

He stares at me with his blue eyes that seem to be staring into my soul. “Y/n it’s okay, kiss me.” This is the first time he’s said my name.

My lips touch his and lock my touch is as light as feather. I whisper the spell I need to to show him the memory.

He stays there absolutely shocked for a moment tearing and shaking.

He quickly undoes the ropes.

“I don’t even know what to say as shocking as it is I am thankful for the truth how can I thank you,what can I do for you ” he tells me.

Tears slide down his face.

I hug him. “Michael I want to get to know you for who you are.

The end

Author’s note this is my first post on my new account hope you like it. Anyway this is inspired by a conversation I had with a friend sorry I didn’t get to it sooner I’ve been busy

Requests are open

#michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #ahs fandom #ahs murder house #madison montgomery #first post #cordelia goode #ahs coven #ahs apocalypse #ahs x reader #angst #fluff #jaydedstories

[slyther-bi]

This is a family tree of an au I've had living rent free in head for years.

Basically in the au there's no war, Tom doesn't go mad or kill anyone especially Myrtle, instead he just up and travels after graduation. Abraxas, his ex, ends up marrying some women and some time later Lucius is born. His wife mysteriously disappears when Lucius is 5 years old. *Abraxas killed her when she started becoming cruel to Lucius* Once Lucius goes to hogwarts, in his 6th year, he meets and befriends Severus. He invites Severus to attend the orchestra, during the weekend, and Severus agrees and that's how his fascination with violins begins. He invites Severus to his home during winter break and he introduces him as his new brother to his father, Abraxas quickly becomes attached to the boy.

As the years go by Abraxas learns, from Lucius, about the abuse Severus endures at home by his own father. He also learns that Severus mother had died when he was 5 years old, both Abraxas and Lucius suspect it was by Tobias but Severus neither confirms or denies it. Abraxas tries to adopt Severus but for whatever reason, mainly cause the child system and the ministry suck, he doesn't get custody of him. During Severus's fifth year, he invites Klaus Mulciber, Wes Don Avery, and Evan Rosier over to Malfoy Manor for winter break. Abraxas wounds up getting attached to an emotionally unstable Klaus and decides he's gonna adopt him too.

Once 5th year ends and during the summer Severus arrives home and finds his father dead due to alcohol poisoning. Severus contacts authorities and then Lucius, who tells Abraxas. With Tobias dead, Abraxas is able to adopt Severus, he then works on getting custody of Klaus. He has an easier time getting custody of Klaus becaus Klaus's parents owe the Malfoy's a dept and he's ready to collect. *He didn't know about it until the goblin handling his vault brought it up* He decides to blood adopt both Severus and Klaus before the summer ends, only Severus agrees. It takes until 7th year that Klaus asks Abraxas to blood adopt him during Christmas, it's the first time any of them *except for Lucius* sees Abraxas cry.

Severus's appearance changes drastically, his nose is less crooked more smaller, he practically looks like a doll, his hair has a bit of white strands and people think he's dyed strands of his hair white. *He still has his mother's blood in him* Klaus's appearance doesn't change all that much but his eye color turns lighter and his jawline sharpens. Somehow his hair stays Black. During their 6th year, Barty starts becoming a regular at Malfoy Manor. He spends his time in Lucius's presence due to the fact he's fallen in love with him when he first saw him at the age of 9. Barty hadn't a clue who he was and hoped to see him again and low and behold he's reunited with his true love all because he's somehow befriended Lucius's adopted brother.

Abraxas is protective of his children, especially Severus and Klaus due to their dark past. So he becomes cold towards Barty, Evan, and Wes who all seem to become infatuated with one of his children. Barty Loves Lucius, Evan loves Severus, and Wes loves Klaus. Now Abraxas spends his time testing Barty, Evan, and Wes to see if their good enough for his boys. Each test is passed with flying colors by all three boys, even tho they haven't the slightest clue they're being tested. Tho one christmas Abraxas tries to poison Barty, the reason for it he no longers remembers, and now it's become a tradition. Abraxas stopped one year and Barty got salty about it, this just becomes the new reason Abraxas poisons him because he can't believe his son has fallen for a moron. *Like he could complain*

At the start of Sev's and Klaus's 7th year does Tom come back. Abraxas is still upset him and Tom is doing his best to make up for his mistakes. Now Lucius, Severus, and have become clingy children upon Tom's return. Lucius does what he can to screw Tom over by feeding him lies, Klaus is back to expressing no emotion and glaring at, plus sometimes attacking as well, Tom, and Severus is practically glued to Abraxas side and refuses to let Tom near them at all. Abraxas finds the entire thing hilarious, the only time he intervines his children actions is when they try to kill him cause deep down he still loves Tom. Slowly with the help of Barty, Evan, and Wes *they miss spending time with their boyfriends* does Tom slowly gets on the good gracious and approval of Lucius, Severus, and Klaus.

The endgame is that Tom and Abraxas get back together, Evan gets with Severus after years of pining, Klaus after years of being in denial due to his parents ends up with Wes, once Barty graduates the first thing he does is ask out Lucius. Barty faints with happiness when he says yes. Years go by and they get married and have children. Tom and Abraxas don't have children, they're content with the children they got now. Wes and Klaus also don't have children, due to Klaus once being emotionally unstable he fears he won't love his children right, just like he fears he isn't loving Wes right but it's alright he's been going to therapy since his 6th year in hogwarts, so maybe one day they'll have kids. Severus has also been attending therapy after 5th year during the summer.

Lucius and Barty have one girl named Anastasia Thomas Malfoy, who is sorted in Hufflepuff.

Severus and Evan have 2 girls and 2 boys. They first have a girl named Sevana Mari Prince. A year later they have twin boys Aron Prince & Kalem Abraxas Prince. The unique about them is that they were born with different eye colors, Aron has blue eyes like Evan and Kalem has black eyes like Severus. Two years after the boys are born they have another girl named Eileen Prince. Myrtle is sorted into Ravenclaw, Aron is sorted into gryffindor, Kalem is sorted into slytherin, and Eileen is sorted into hufflepuff.

Also Lucius ends up becoming a politician, Barty is a stay at home husband, Severus becomes a lawyer and of course a potions master *he makes potions in his free time*, Evan becomes an auror, Klaus becomes a bartender and sometimes works as a bouncer, and Wes becomes a healer.

#I decided to change the names I originally had for Severus's and Evan's kids #tom x abraxas #lucius x barty #severus x evan #mulciber x avery #shit post #my shit #hp #hp shit #hp au #my au #snosier #bartius #mulvry #tombrax #tom riddle #abraxas malfoy #lucius malfoy #severus snape #klaus mulciber #evan rosier #wes don avery #barty crouch jr #anastasia thomas malfoy #aron prince #kalem abraxas prince #eileen prince (oc version) #alexa mari prince

[weirdraccoon]

Tom's First Murder

Tom stood as still as a statue and as pale as a ghost. Delphini was hissing apologies and excuses behind him while the Ravenclaw girl laid lifeless at his feet.

In the back of his mind, he was aware that he wasn’t breathing. However, he felt about to crash down, to drop into the worst panic attack of panic attacks. He didn’t dare blink, in case the body was still there when he opened his eyes. He didn’t dare move, in case it brought someone’s attention to this.

How did it look?

Tom Sallow, from the Gaunt bloodline, standing over a lifeless girl in the girls’ bathroom with a huge basilisk at his back.

And it was not any girl either.

It was that Ravenclaw, Myrtle Warren, the one with a crush on Harry, his Harry.

There was a motive.

There was a tool - a beast in this case.

There was the fact that he was still standing at the crime scene and he couldn’t get to fucking move-

“¡Tom!”

Professor Sallow took him by his shoulders and shook him. But it wasn’t Professor Sallow at that moment. It was Uncle Ominis. Worried pale eyes looking in his direction, close to meeting his own eyes, wand pulsing irregularly, taking in the scene he walked into. 

Tom couldn’t help but notice that Ominis seemed to be ignoring the two big elephants in the room, keeping his main focus on the boy that caused everything.

“I didn’t-” he began to say, hating how his voice stuttered, how he sounded his age for once.

“Hush, hush, I’m just glad you’re fine,” Ominis replied, wrapping his arms around the boy in a warm hug.

“But-

“Hush,” Ominis repeated, then turned his head to the hissing noises of the basilisk. “ Go back to the Chamber,” he ordered, and Tom was again wrapped in the feeling of home at listening to his dad’s parseltongue, the one thing he and only he shared with Tom. “Tom,” he called, getting the boy’s attention back. “I’m going to take you to your dormitory, and I need you to promise that you won’t leave it until tomorrow morning for breakfast.”

Tom stared at Ominis with a couple of tears gathering in his eyes.

“What about-”

“I’ll handle it,” Ominis said. “Your mom and dad might come to visit,” he added. “I just want you to stay in your dormitory, and convince your classmates that you were there the whole night. Forget this happened, for now.”

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” Tom whispered.

Ominis sighed. There he was, his fifteen-year-old, following two of his parents' footsteps and staining his hands with blood at a young age. None of them were clean, though, how was he supposed to punish him when they -the three of them- were no better.

“We’ll talk about this later,” he promised. “Try to act like your usual self. No one can suspect you, ok?”

Tom nodded, forcing himself to keep the tears at bay.

“Good,” Ominis smiled, ushering him out of the bathroom and through the hallway towards the Slytherin wall. “We’ll be waiting tomorrow in my office after breakfast.”

Tom nodded once more and entered the common room, making a beeline to his dormitory where he eyed his dormmates with his usual cold calculated gaze.

“What were we doing?”

Being a Gaunt descendant had its perks, even if some hated that the name was lost to Sallow. But no matter. Gaunt, Sallow or Sayre, Tom and his family were respected and feared on the same level.

Ominis, meanwhile, was levitating a girl’s body down to the Chamber. He didn’t want Ishbel or Sebastian in there, mainly because Delphini could very well kill them as she did with Warren, but he couldn’t take it up to the Charm’s classroom or his office or his quarters.

Someone could see. Tom had… special problems with the Transfiguration Professor and Ominis wouldn’t let him blame Tom for this. Even if this time Tom was to blame.

“Go hide, ” he ordered the basilisk. “I’ll tell you when you can come back outside,” Delphini hissed sadly about disappointing his young Master when she left. Ominis deposited the body in a corner, running his hand through his hair. “Honestly, why couldn’t he adopt a stray cat?”

Then he went to his office and send an owl to his spouses. Not ten minutes later, they were crossing the floo flame, looking worried.

“Where’s Tom?” Ishbel asked, looking around the office.

“I sent him to his dorm. Thought he should have an alibi.”

“An alibi?” Sebastian repeated, raising his eyebrows. “What did he do? Kill someone?”

Ominis hadn’t written details for obvious reasons. He just told them they needed to come as soon as possible. His silence, however, was answer enough.

“I’m surprised it wasn’t you,” Ishbel joked weakly, turning to Sebastian.

“Hey!” Sebastian scoffed. “I’ll have you know that the kid and I have been getting along really well lately.”

“Yeah, since you began teaching him dangerous spells,” Ishbel smirked. “I guess if it worked with us it’d work with him,” she signaled to Ominis and herself. “You get to bond with him!”

Ominis shook his head. He had expected it, them not taking this seriously enough, but he had hoped. He cleared his throat.

“I followed his pet’s frantic hissing to the girl’s bathroom,” he explained. “He was in shock and clearly traumatized. I can only guess, but it seemed like Delphini came out before he could clear the room and this Ravenclaw girl saw her.”

“Ouch,” Ishbel grimaced. “The first murder is always the hardest. Especially if it was an accident. Can’t we see him?”

Ominis shook his head.

“Maybe tomorrow,” he said. “I told him to come here after breakfast. I called you to help me with the body. We can’t leave it in the Chamber, after all, someone could track it.”

“Wait, hold on,” Sebastian raised a hand. “The Chamber. The Chamber of Secrets? Is it real!? And you didn’t tell us?”

Ominis could only imagine the kicked-puppy look Sebastian was sporting at that moment. He could also picture Ishbel mirroring him. They did spend their last year at Hogwarts looking for clues to that particular secret. After the Scriptorium, anything was possible.

“I told you it was in the bathroom!”

“No, you said there was a snake in a sink,” Sebastian turned to Ishbel.

“And you said it was impossible for it to be in the bathroom!” Ishbel crossed her arms. “Only because it was the girls’ bathroom, I bet.”

“Ominis and I couldn’t just walk in!”

“Of course, you could,” Ishbel said. “I was always sneaking into your dorm and the lockers!”

“It’s different.”

“Is not.”

“Guys!” Ominis exclaimed, sending red sparks from his wand as he did in classes and he had to get his students’ attention. “Tom, please.”

“Oh, yeah,” Sebastian rubbed the back of his head. “Sorry.”

“Well, let’s go,” Ishbel said, hopping to the door. “I knew he didn’t just find a stray basilisk. This makes much more sense.”

With the help of Ishbel’s Ancient Magic and Sebastian’s Unspeakable secret knowledge, they were able to completely erase the body from existence. Ominis, for good measure, swept the bathroom with a charm and cleaned any hint of Tom’s magic and presence from the room. 

Ishbel went to Ravenclaw tower and the girl’s dorm (it only took her two tries to solve the riddle) and raid the girl’s belongings in silence, making sure to not wake up the other two girls. She took everything that looked important to be able to claim that she left on her own.

From what she read in her diary, it wouldn’t be hard to believe. This Warren girl was as bullied as Puffskein Dunkein, and as likable as Cressida Blume. She also wrote a few days ago about how she wished “she could be anywhere else”.

Ishbel left the diary under the pillow with a giddy smile, then she pocketed the rest of the belongings and scurried back to Ominis’ office. Her two husbands were sprawled over the couch, listing with his fingers to make sure they didn’t forget anything.

They fell asleep, recounting how they felt about their first murder, and planning what they were going to tell Tom in the morning.

To Ominis and Ishbel’s surprise, it was Sebastian who talked to him first. In retrospect, it made sense, because Sebastian was the one who suffered the most that one time. Tom cried a little and apologized, and vowed to be more careful.

Ishbel crushed him in a hug.

“Don’t worry about it Tomtom,” she shushed.

Once Tom left for his classes, Sebastian and Ishbel turned to Ominis with matching grins.

“Don’t say it.”

“Our precious dark lord,” Ishbel gushed.

“His very first murder,” Sebastian continued.

“I've got to write to Imelda,” Ishbel said. “She’s gonna win so many bets with the others.”

“I should go to work,” Sebastian mussed. “Let me know when we’re looting the Chamber.”

Ominis facepalmed.

“Sure, I have a NEWT class anyway,” he waved them off.

#adopted dark lord au #gonna post it here too cause why the hell not #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy mc #tom riddle #sebastian sallow x mc x ominis gaunt #good parenting I guess

[honeydukesheroine]

🙏 18 and 25 for The In Betweens?

Hey Greenie!! 🌿 Thanks for the ask, I can't wait for the next chapter of Chasing 💙

18: What is a line/scene you're really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

Most definitely the last scene in The Antechamber (Harry POV). This is the most Meta I've gotten so far in TIB's 😂 Allow me to go off with this one!

My idea for this chapter was "a day in the life of Harry Potter" as he's reckoning with these two sides of himself: the "Just Harry" versus "The Chosen One". Which is a major theme throughout Half Blood Prince, and I wanted to include that in TIBs as much as possible. Harry is gradually choosing his role as "the Chosen One" more and more throughout the year (some by choice, some by circumstance). For instance: chasing Malfoy around becomes more important than Quidditch, identifying certain personal similarities with Tom Riddle, sacrificing his relationship with Ginny at Dumbledore's funeral.

I picked the title based off the idea that Harry is positioned in the "antechamber" of his destiny. This is the last term of Hogwarts as he knows it before Dumbledore dies and he must fully assume the responsibilities of the prophecy.

So, there are hints to elements of each of the seven books in order throughout the chapter (opens with Dursleys, the mention of Lockhart, etc,etc there's mention of a dragon midway through) and finishes with Harry and Ginny walking away together at sunset! Because, of course.

The title is also pointing to the last scene where he and Ginny are in Myrtle's bathroom ♥️

I would never expect anyone to identify any of this next part... The last scene was meant to allude to Harry's death, return and finding healing comfort with Ginny.

“Last year when he possessed me at the Ministry, I thought I was dead,” Harry said. The cold from the stone wall at his back reached through his clothes, making him shiver. They were both quiet for a long time. Harry felt his chest contract, making it only possible to take slow, shallow breaths.  “Thank you,” said Ginny, barely above a whisper. He was about to ask what for when they heard the hollow, solemn tones of a funeral hymn. A moment later, Moaning Myrtle materialized over her toilet.

OHHH and I forgot about this part!!

Ginny sprung up. Harry tried to follow, but was momentarily paralyzed as blood rushed painfully back into his leg. Ginny laughed, “C’mon old man,” holding out her hand to pull him to stand.  She held open the door for him as he limped over the threshold to exit Myrtle’s bathroom. It was completely dark now, even the wind had died down.

When Harry saves Ginny from the Chamber of Secrets, he helps her up by the hand to stand. So as they're joking and flirting and building a relationship in this scene, I wanted to feel that he and Ginny were nearing a more even, reciprocal relationship. I was obsessed with this idea of having her help HIM up by the hand. Particularly after being momentarily "paralyzed" and then they walk over the "threshold" of the antechamber TOGETHER to go off and live happily ever.

I could go on! But that's the gist.

25. Which idea came to you first in TIBs (The In Betweens?)

This is tough, I've been writing snippets throughout the years whenever I picked up the books. But the specifics of those snippets have mostly been tossed out or improved upon. When I finally decided to commit to this story, all I knew was I wanted them to have a break at the Burrow midway through so that shenanigans could ensue without too much Dean around... LOL!

Mission accomplished, I think 😂

#writer's ask #the in betweens #the antechamber #harrypotter fanfiction #hinny #harry potter

[futurewriter2000]

The Daring, Forbidden and Evil - pt. 4

A/N: I love this part. At first, I didn't want to write this fic but then I was like NO, I WILL NOT PROCRASTINATE. New year, new me... lmao. Anyways, hope you like this <3

XX

Something changed in you. All those months of no will and melancholy became the moments of the past. Now, it came to be secret glances and hidden smiles when both of you were in a room together. Make it be a classroom, a hallways or the Great Hall, you were happy of only a glimpse of him. You felt as if whatever you felt for him, he felt the same because his eyes hadn't left you until one of you left the room.

Somehow, nobody noticed the secrecy between the two of you. Perhaps because nobody ever thought of a Lestrange and a Weasley to acknowledge each other presence in this school. It wasn't like that. You didn't know about the rumors, reputations and other images people told about families. In France, everybody was equal. There weren't any differences in the families, except when it came to blood. Though even that didn't really cause much ruckus, only a few jests and remarks- never bullying. France had a strict policy about bullying. This was a different place, though. Students had more freedom, less rules and for you, that was quite a nice change.

You haven't really thought much about you and George being more than classmates, more than just secret flirtations but that quickly changed when you felt his hand, his gentle hand with a touch of roughness force something into yours. He glanced back at you, smiling as he passed and you smiled, tightening your grip over the piece of paper in your hand and walking out of the classroom, hopefully unsuspicious.

"We've got Arithmancy next." your friend said but you staggered behind and smiled awkwardly.

"I'll have to use the loo. I'll be quick and catch up to you. " you said as you made a turn and walked fast, almost ran into the bathroom. You locked yourself into the stall and quickly opened the piece of parchment in your hand.

' Meet me by the bookshelf connected the fourth-floor corridor after school.'

You felt your hands clam up and you realised you aren't any different from those boys you held hands from before. Your chest heated up under your uniform and you were filled with excitement. You looked at the piece of paper again, re-reading the lines when you noticed something small written at the bottom edge.

'P.S. You are as gorgeous as the days I first met you.'

"Shit..." you smiled to yourself and sat on the bathroom stool, folding the piece of paper in your hand and placing it in your inner robe pocket.

You flushed the toilet and walked out, washing your hands and placing your cold hands on your cheeks to erase the red flush. As you did so, you noticed a pair of eyes staring at you from behind.

You quickly turned around, backing yourself on the sink. "Putain de merde!" you gasped in French, realising it was only a ghost.

"What do you have there?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. "Did a lover boy give you this?"

"What?" you narrowed your eyes.

"The note in your inner pocket." she spoke in a high-pitched voice.

"That is none of your business." you said, walking past her. "And it's rude to lurk in the stalls." you turned around before walking out of the room and making your way to class.

As you did so, you sat down by your friend, glaring at her.

"What?" She asked.

"You could have told me there was a ghost lurking in the bathroom."

She laughed. "Oh, yeah." she continued to laugh. "That's Moaning Myrtle. She's harmless."

---

Your stomach turned and twisted in your body the whole two hours before school ended. With more you approached the bookshelf, the more nervous you felt. Your heart was pounding and you felt as if you were sweating over and over again. The worst part was that you couldn't stop smiling for your own sake.

You haven't liked any boy like this. You haven't thought about anybody more than you have of this ginger for the past few months. You didn't think he would ask to meet with you, especially with both of your family being on the wrong ends of meet. To confuse you even more, you didn't know why you thought it would be smart to meet with him, but you knew that deep down, you wanted to. You knew that you haven't wanted anything more than to be close with him, more than stares and glances, talk to him, more than just smiles and nods...

A ginger... really (y/n)? - you asked yourself, looking up and smiling as if you are getting crazy by the minute. And even though you were a mess inside, you appeared to be calmly leaning on the wall on the outside. Calm and collected.

Just as you calmed your mind, taking a few deep breaths and talking to yourself that this is just a friendly conversation, you felt a familiar touch on your hand. It took a hold of it, bringing it to his chest and smiling with his infamous smile.

"I didn't think you'd show up." he said as he leaned on the wall opposite of you, still holding your hand and caressing it with his thumb.

You looked down and for a moment forgot to swallow or breathe. "Uhm... Why would you think that?" you asked, smiling back.

"Reputation." he answered, pushing himself off the wall and bringing you close to him. Suddenly, he was standing behind you and took a deep breath of your scent. He smelled a relaxing lavender shampoo mixed with a vanilla scent, which he didn't know was your body mist. "Want to see some magic." he whispered as he leaned his chin on your shoulder and you could feel your head turning toward him, watching the side of his face.

He looked back at you, glancing down to your lips and smiling. He took a hold of your right hand and stretched it towards the book in front. He looked towards it and your eyes followed. You chose a book with a navy blue cover and pulled it out. As you did so, you found there was a hook behind it and with that, he pulled it with his long fingers and the bookshelf moved, revealing a long staircase below.

You let out a laugh of disbelief and looked back at him. He was smiling, this time standing a foot behind you.

"Are you planning to murder me down there?" you joked and he laughed.

"Want to go down and find out?" he said as he moved past you and went down first, turning back and offering his hand. You gladly took his hand and followed him down the stairs.

---

The two of you walked together in the dark, his wand illuminating a light that stretched quite far. The whole time, you would look at him, trying not to but not being able to control your eyes.

"These are some secret passages that my brother and I found through a map we stole from Finch's office." he looked at you, smilin. "There were four students, calling themselves the Marauders." he continued and you felt as if you had heard that name somewhere before but couldn't quite pin it down.

"The Marauders." you repeated, furrowing your eyebrows.

"Yeah."

"Isn't that another word for thief." you started to think back. "Someone who roams around, looking for things to steal?"

He looked back, a cheeky smile stretching over his cheeks and causing you to smile as well. "Pretty much."

"Interesting."

"There were four of them, calling themselves Moony, Prongs, Wormtail and -"

"Padfoot." you stopped, suddenly realising where you had heard this before.

He stopped as well, raising an eyebrow at you. "Yeah, how do you know that?"

"When I was a kid-" you shook your head, trying to piece the memory together. "I heard my parents arguing about these silly names- so silly that you just remember them. Wormtail was used a lot, as well as Padfoot and I haven't really thought about it before because I was too young to understand but one day I asked my aunt about it and she laughed, saying it was something one of my distant cousin called himself and his group of friends."

"Distant cousin?!" he sounded a bit more excited. "Which one?"

"I can't remember his name right-" you tried to search in your mind and you knew it was on the tip of your tongue. "He escaped Azkaban recently- merde!" you tried to think but before you could say any name it was George, who spoke the name first.

"Sirius?" he asked and you shot your head at him, smiling. "Sirius Black?"

"Yes, that!" you laughed. "I forgot he is a known criminal on the loose around here."

His smile restrained itself for a bit and you quirked an eyebrow at him. "Wait, Sirius Black made this map? Discovered all these secret passages?" you marveled around. "I guess, he was known as the black sheep of the family. We never knew what he was doing outside our family anyway."

But George didn't speak. He was torn by the things he knew about your cousin and the things he shouldn't tell you. It was as if realisation hit that you're a part of their family as well. You said criminal, but Sirius was the only gentle person from your family that he knew of. You called him what your family called him. It was as if somebody just told him what he was doing- betraying his family and friends for a Lestrange.

"Maybe we should-" he started to say but stopped as soon as your eyes met his, shining brightly in the light of his wand. Your eyes glimmered when they met his and your smile seemed to be so bright under the dark features you wore from your mother. Except, he didn't see your mother. He saw somebody else in those eyes and she seemed to be more gorgeous than he ever thought before.

"We should what?" you replied smiling.

"You're really happy." he said, more in a tone of observation than a statement.

You let out a laugh. "I just didn't think there were so many things to find out here." you paused and took a step forward, leaning your body on his chest and placing your hands on his shoulders. "And maybe this school isn't that bad after all."

He felt his body heat up at the sensation of your touch, that lingered on his shoulders and when your fingertips touched his neck, he felt a strong burn go down his spine. He placed his hands on your hips, his wand still in his right hand, hiding most of the light, but still enabling him to see you, your features, your eyes and especially your lips. He couldn't stop staring at them. He approached you as close as he could but not enough to kiss you, so you stepped on your toes and brushed your lips against his, pulling him a bit down to yourself. As soon as your lips touched, he pressed them to a full kiss, his hands wrapping themselves around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

It was more than you expected. He was an amazing kisser and you knew that he felt the same because you were a great kisser as well. Together, it seemed like something that was building between the two of you was let go in this passionate interaction of your lips and body. His hands ran up and down your torso and your hands gripped the thick hair on his head. The two of you smiled at each other as the kiss ended, giggling, chuckling, laughing and biting your lips.

This was real. It was more real than anything.

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[the-faetes-and-stars-aligned]

Snippet VIII: Everything & Nothing

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tw: allusion to murder (very light)

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In the dead of the night, moonlight shone feebly through the splintered wood of the ceiling, emanating a dim silver glow over the room. The dull light illuminated the ebony clock standing tall in the center of the room, casting tall, strange shadows over the desks and shelves pushed against the walls of peeling paint and cracking plaster. 

The room itself was far from spectacular, almost in ruins with the ceiling threatening to cave in at the next rain and the walls near collapsing from the weight of the tattered, clothbound books stacked messily on the shelves. In the center of the room stood a beacon of contrast, a magnificent clock of polished ebony wood with doves and roses carved into the smooth, dark wood of the side panels, a manifestation for peace and beauty in the future. 

The clock itself was not alone in its brilliance. Before it a young woman stood, wearing a magnificent ballgown of light yellow silk, pristine white lace draped artfully over one side, and a string of iridescent pearls resting delicately at the base of her pale neck. Half her chestnut locks were pinned up in intricate twists, the rest falling softly to frame her round face, cascading down to her waist. Her skin was pale as the moon, her cheeks a rose-petal pink and her lips stained a light red, her wide eyes as bright a blue as the sea; she was the perfect picture of innocence and beauty. 

That was, of course, until you looked at the blood staining their hands — that which was metaphorical, and that which was real.

Magic always had a cost — everything did — and so had this.

But it had been worth it, in her eyes. If there was as much hope for the future as she had been led to believe as a child, then that was where she wanted to live — away from the countless riots, the corrupt politics and the seemingly neverending pandemic.

After all, the lives she had sacrificed had not breathed a breath yet; their names were unknown to everyone, their names had not yet been written in history — and now, they simply never would be. It cost a soul for each decade she traveled — all in all, just over eighteen.��

And soon, it would be worth it.

The woman delicately traced the letters carved artfully into the top of the clock, her rounded nails softly scraping the dark wood; Myrtle — her own name, another preservation of her life so she may never be forgotten to history. 

Her legacy would last forever. 

She would be the first to travel through time, to exist in another era. 

She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes, silently praying as she wrapped her hand around the silver knob, opening the frosty glass door. Gathering her layered skirts, she stepped into the clock, turning to face the clock and silently closing the door behind her. 

Inside the clock, she rested her hand gently on the shining metal lever, a smile stretching slowly over her face. Rather than it being something comforting and warm, it was cold, almost apathetic — almost as though Myrtle herself had been poisoned by the souls she took to travel through time. 

With the same chilling smile, she tightened her grip on the lever, and pushed it down in one quick motion. 

The floor fell from beneath her feet, the walls spinning around her in a blur — or was she herself the one spinning? 

Everything spun faster and faster, as she fell through the tunnels of time. 

She felt herself slowing, and braced herself preparing for a stop, before suddenly she plummeted through the seemingly fictitious floor once again. 

Down and down, faster and faster, she fell through history, until  —

Suddenly, she halted, the world steadying around her, the clock chiming eight silvery bells. 

Myrtle leant against the wall of the clock, righting her balance before stepping outside, back into the room she knew so well, that she had spent countless hours working in, building a miracle — her miracle.  

She looked around the room, observing. Nobody had found the clock in all the years she hadn’t existed. Her countless notebooks were destroyed, by some combination of water and the shelves collapsing upon each other. The ceiling had almost disintegrated over time, with only a few wooden planks above her. But the clock itself, her masterpiece — that had been perfectly preserved throughout time, appearing just as it did when she first made it almost 200 years prior.

As did she.

It had worked — to some degree, though she didn’t know to what extent yet. As she looked into the now cracked mirror in one of the shelves, she appeared exactly as she had 189 years ago; her soft, porcelain skin, plump rosy cheeks, wide, blue eyes, lips stained a light red. Her hair remained partly pinned up, with the rest of the light brown curls tumbling picturesquely down to her waist, perfectly framing her face. 

She remained the picture of innocence the souls she stole denied. 

Myrtle walked out of the room, an image of elegance and grace, lifting her ballgown slightly to reveal her white, satin boots, the hard leather soles clicking on the ground as she stepped out onto the pavement. 

She squeezed her eyes shut, dropping her skirts to cover her ears almost instantly as the sunlight shone harshly onto her. An incessant whirring noise sounded somewhere far in the distance, getting closer now, louder. She opened her eyes slowly, gritting her teeth as the source approached — or the many sources, to be entirely accurate. A parade of strange, metallic carriages roared as they sped past. Was this what her own father had been working on — what he referred to as ‘motorized carriages’? 

She shook her head, taking a deep breath. This is what she had left her time for, what she had spent countless hours working for. She hadn’t traveled almost two centuries to find it the same; she wanted change, difference, development — something — anything — different from what she had abandoned. 

Myrtle nodded to herself in some form of reassurance, stepping forward, before noticing the red and white striped ribbons surrounding the hut she had made. Her brows creased in confusion. Was she to stay here? WHat was the meaning of this? She sighed, gathering her skirts, stepping awkwardly over the tape, nearly tripping and falling into the mud. She shook her head in annoyance, causing a few curls to fall over her face which she brushed away impatiently, before turning around walking into the main town. 

As she wandered through the town, Myrtle noticed the myriad of apparent changes within society, the world seeming entirely alien. Nothing seemed to be the same as it had been when she had lived in her own time. The buildings lacked their former, familiar uniqueness, with intricate designs and large, glass windows, rather being boxy and plain, uniform in their design. They towered above her, casting shadows over the dark paved roads, clearly cut against the light gravel paths and rows of perfectly picturesque evergreen trees. 

Even with the metallic buildings towering over the paths, Myrtle shivered slightly, feeling the harsh wind rustle her dress, cold rain falling down on her from the gray skies. The sun had been shining brilliantly, yet now the sky was a hazy gray, the bright blue from seconds prior seemingly a mirage. 

Myrtle sighed in annoyance as she hurried into a small coffeeshop around the corner. She shook her head miserably, dropping her skirts, spraying water over the floor causing multiple of her curls to fall, instead clinging to her wet face. 

Myrtle heard a quiet laugh, looking up to see it came from the woman wiping a table at the back of the room. She stared at her, slightly puzzled. The girl was dressed strangely, with baggy, ripped pants and a slightly loose top, the sleeves just covering her shoulders, and a navy apron covering her front. Her face was mostly covered by a light blue mask with white edges, only her bright sea-blue eyes visible, her chestnut curls pulled back into a ponytail, a couple falling out to frame her face. From what could be seen, they were identical.  

“Excuse me, miss, but you need to wear a mask to be in here.” The voice was delicate, though still broke Myrtle’s train of thought. “Pardon?” The woman tapped her own mask, holding a second out to Myrtle. “A mask,” she repeated. “You have to wear one to be inside. Can I get you anything?” She pulled out a thin notebook and pen from her pocket.  Myrtle stared at her questioningly, before hesitantly taking the mask and covering her own face. “For what reason must I wear this?’ she asked, adjusting it and wrinkling her nose in discomfort. The woman looked at her, a mix of confusion and amusement hidden under her mask. “For the pandemic. Have you forgotten?” ”Mon dieu, this pandemic — it is still here?” Myrtle asked, dismayed. She nodded, raising an eyebrow slightly. “Of course, it’s only recent — since a few months ago, around March this year.” "It isn’t cholera?” She shook her head, taken slightly aback — how did someone live here and not know of it? If she lived in the time, that was; she looked as though she had lived centuries ago. “Not cholera, COVID. Cholera happened nearly 200 years ago. Are you feeling alright, miss?”

Myrtle stepped back, dragging a chair across the wooden floor and dropping herself onto it slowly. 

189 years into the future, and everything had changed. 

189 years into the future — and nothing had changed. 

She was to exist in a time where nothing was familiar, and still, she would still live through everything she had tried to escape. 

Time changes everything — and time changes nothing.

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[pet-genius]

The Death Eaters weren't all about the blood prejudice

And no, that's not the same as saying they weren't prejudiced. Of course they were.

Here's what I am saying: there's a narrative by which, Voldemort took over the wizarding world with the agenda of obliterating and excluding Muggle-borns, which had been foreign to most wizards and indeed forced on them by the tyrant. Indeed, that was his main thing.

I think a more plausible view is that he piggy-backed on that ideology that had already been mainstream, to gain influence and pursue his true ends - immortality, power, and control.

Evidence:

(1) Voldemort wanted to recruit Lily. This evidence is weak, I admit - but it already makes him less fanatical than Bellatrix (and probably Lucius too).

(2) Hagrid doesn't associate Voldemort's followers with blood purism even when explaining what the term "Mudblood" means.

(3) Voldemort himself says: “Haven’t I already told you that killing Mudbloods doesn’t matter to me anymore? For many months now, my new target has been — you.” Funnily enough, there are very few Muggle-borns Voldemort's credited with killing. I can only think of Myrtle and Lily. He had killed Myrtle to prove his Slytherin connection, and he didn't even want to kill Lily. Voldemort's not an ideologue, he's an opportunist, and blood purism was a way to ingratiate himself to the Nobility of the Wizarding World.

(4) In the second war, Umbridge, a non-Death Eater, is the one who has most of the fun with the Muggle Born Registration Committee.

(5) Speaking of Umbridge, she is one of the most openly prejudiced characters in the series, and she moved up in the Ministry, ahead of Arthur Weasley, who was punished for not having proper Wizarding pride. This was after Voldemort fell. And the Minister they chose after the First War was Fudge, whom Dumbledore accused of caring too much about blood purity.

(6) When Rita Skeeter publishes her BS article about Hermione, Harry Potter's supporters send her hate mail that calls her a "Muggle," meaning people didn't immediately associate supporting Harry Potter with not being blood purists. For that purpose, people actually believed Harry was the one taking out all the Muggle-borns in COS.

Yes, we have Lily associating prejudice against people like her and the Death Eaters. We have Regulus who talked about ruling the Muggles and the Muggle-borns. But this proves only that the Death Eaters were willing to go further than others, not that they invented these ideas, never mind that both of them were privy to information (from Dumbledore and from their DE relatives, respectively) other people didn't have, including not necessarily accurate information intended to recruit them to the cause. As evidence goes, this is pretty weak.

Sirius says: "No, no, but believe me, they thought Voldemort had the right idea, they were all for the purification of the Wizarding race, getting rid of Muggle-borns and having purebloods in charge. They weren’t alone either, there were quite a few people, before Voldemort showed his true colors, who thought he had the right idea about things. . . . They got cold feet when they saw what he was prepared to do to get power, though."

Doesn't it make sense to think that... some of what Voldemort was prepared to do to get power was to co-opt an ideology he didn't care about, while conveniently making exceptions for the odd Muggle-born he wanted on his side? Or the odd half-blood?

Voldemort rallies his supporters with talk of the true blood but the context is punishing Tonks and then Charity Burbage - so, again, he is using their existing beliefs to excite them.

This is not a tolerant and open-minded society. This is a prejudiced society with a psychopath taking advantage of preexisting fear and hate to pit people against one another, sow fear, and take over. Again, my thesis is not that the Death Eaters weren't blood purists. It's that they were maybe only a tad more purist than was considered mainstream, a shade less "hypocritical" about it. Well, Hypocrisy is a tribute that vice pays to virtue. Goes to show you there are worse things in the world than being a hypocrite. For example, being a raging violent maniac (but a sincere one).

I think it's one of the best, most interesting bits of writing in the series. I think we all know a prejudiced person or two who isn't as obsessively hateful as Bellatrix, but just... doesn't care enough. Just thinks there's probably something to both sides of the argument or some such. Who has nothing to gain from rocking the boat. Above all, picturing the Death Eaters as transparently evil people dead-set on ridding their society of Muggle-borns for no good reason and against people's general wishes just doesn't make much sense and frankly makes for a worse book. It's hard to picture how they ever became successful if they came out of the blue, frothing at the mouth about a group of people that had been contributing to Wizarding Society for generations, if this had been the case. This post, by yours truly, goes into detail about how I view the Death Eaters and Voldemort's Modus Operandi.