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julesdaydreams · 19 days

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@wolfstarmicrofic I april prompt 4: Airport AU I word count: 996

Remus came to a screeching halt at the gate, huffing from having run through the airport.

Usually, Remus prided himself in his ability to be on time. Today though, everything went wrong the moment he woke up in his hotel room, causing him now to stand sweating in front of an empty gate.

“You're too late, mate. Plane left like… ten minutes ago? They just told me.”, came a smooth voice from behind him and Remus turned around to come face to face with silver eyes looking up at him.

The man belonging to them was pretty. The kind of pretty that Remus wanted to write in one of his books about. Long black waves framing his pale face, high cheek bones, lips that Remus wanted to study the shape of, trace them with his tongue, map them out with his teeth-

And fuck. Remus really shouldn't be thinking such things about a stranger. He shouldn't be thinking such things at all considering that he was about to get married tomorrow.

“Cat got your tongue?”, the stranger said and Remus was ripped from his thoughts, blinking himself out of his trance and focusing back to the man's face smirking at him as if he knew exactly the type of thoughts Remus was having.

“Shit, sorry. That's just… really fucking inconvenient.”, he said, unsure of why he was engaging in a conversation at all, when he should do anything in his power to get on the next plane to London.

“Well, same here. Unfortunately the next plane doesn't go until tomorrow at ten, so we're in for a long night.”

And that? That was absolutely fucking grand. Trust Remus to manage to be on time for the stupidest things but not make it to his own wedding.

“Fucking hell. Marc will kill me.”, he couldn't help but blurt out, walking the few steps over to some chairs and slumping down in one of them with a deep sigh.

“Who is Marc?”, came the voice again and Remus looked up at the stranger who had sat down in the chair next to Remus.

“My fiancé. We're supposed to get married tomorrow. He was already annoyed because I had this book reading yesterday and had to leave the country just a few days before the wedding and if I tell him that I won't be back in time… let's just say I'm not sure I'll have a fiancé to marry anymore tomorrow.”

He winced at the thought, feeling guilty about the whole thing and he hadn't even called Marc yet. He really should get to that…

“Hmm, that sucks. But I'm sure if he loves you, he'll understand. Sure, he won't be happy about it, but you can always postbone the wedding?”, Sirius said kindly, giving him a small smile that should've made Remus feel better but didn't really do that much.

“Yeah… totally. Sorry, I'll call him real quick.”, he said half-heartedly before standing up and walking a few steps to give himself some privacy.

He dialled his fiancé's phone number and Marc was on the line instantly.

“Remus? What's wrong, shouldn't you be on the plane by now?”, came a worried voice and Remus wanted to kick himself to cause it.

“Hey, yeah, sorry. Uhm… listen I didn't catch my flight, there were these problems the whole day and…”, Remus began to explain the situation and the next twenty minutes where spent on the phone with a very angry Marc, calling him all kinds of names and cursing at how stupid Remus' book thing was in the first place and how he should've just stayed at home. The call ended with a gruffly said “Don't expect me to wait for you at the altar”, and Remus was left staring dumbly at his phone screen, feeling like the worst human being on the planet.

He turned around and his eyes snapped back to the stranger who was still sitting in the same place he had before, looking at Remus with a slight frown that told him that he heard the whole thing.

He sighed before walking back to his seat, slumping down with a sigh for the second time in the last hour.

“He sounds like a dick.”, came the stranger's voice and Remus’ eyes snapped towards silver ones that looked displeased.

“What? No, he isn't. If anyone is a dick, it's me! I can't even be there for my own wedding!”, Remus exclaimed. He felt the need to defend Marc. Clearly, Remus was the one who had fucked up and it was only natural to be angry at that.

“Yeah, sure. But that's no reason to call you all those nasty things. It's not like you planned on missing your plane, did you? From what I've heard it sounds more like the universe did everything in it's power to make sure you wouldn't get on that plane in time to marry him tomorrow.’

Remus didn't know what to respond to that, but whether Marc's reaction was justified or not really didn't matter anymore.

“Either way. It definitely sounded like he was done so… I guess I don't have a wedding to get to after all.”, he sighed, thinking about how disappointed his mother would be when he told her.

“You never know, maybe it's for the better.”, answered the man and Remus was about to call him out on the sad attempt of making him feel better, but something in the silver of his eyes made him come up short.

“Yeah, maybe.”, he said dumbly, voice soft for some unknown reason.

The man gave him a bright smile before extending his hand.

“I'm Sirius, by the way.”

Remus took it.

“Remus, nice to meet you.”

#hp marauders #marauders fandom #marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #remus x sirius #airport au #short story #wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #guys I'm so proud I actually managed to keep it under 1000 words

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ourloveisforthelovely · 1 year

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Sins

Regulus Black AU

Request: i dnt rlly have a fleshed-out idea on this nasty request but what abt a smut fic on regulus but he's a priest. ik its insane but i thought of regulus black/paul atreides wearing the clerical collar thing and oh my god he looks so hot

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: Mature- smut, religious smut fic

AO3 Link

A/n: I left his open where I could possibly write future parts if there is any interest.

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Everything that Regulus ever did was for a reason…at least that was what he told himself. Growing up as the second son in a home where he was obviously unwanted had led Regulus into thinking that nothing happened by chance. Everything was planned. Everything happened for a reason. Sometimes the reasons weren’t always 100% clear but a reason was, nonetheless, there.

That was what led Regulus to become a priest. It seemed completely illogical at first but after a few years, Regulus felt as if he had made the best choice for himself. He no longer dealt with his horrible parents. For once, he was part of something good. Regulus also, for the first time, felt as though he belonged.

It didn’t take long to get used to the “lifestyle.” In no time at all Regulus fit into the priesthood perfectly. He enjoyed the rigid schedule, the church's various affairs, and the need to feel wanted. Sometimes the feeling “wanted” part involved listening to people’s rather concerning sins they committed or lonely elderly widows who cared too much about their herd of cats. Regulus learned to push his once sarcastic and easily annoyed ways aside and learned to have more empathy for the poor widows. Sometimes as simple as “there there” was all the poor women needed.

All of that changed one Sunday during the month of May. It was a typical Sunday mass. A typical Sunday where Regulus sat listening to his superior read the day’s message. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as Regulus’ eyes scanned the congregation before him. Regulus had quickly learned who were regulars and who only turned up when they had done something and were in need of God’s forgiveness. For the most part, everyone seemed to be there…and then Regulus’ eyes landed on…you. The new face…The face that had been plaguing Regulus’ dreams for the past 2 weeks…the face that Regulus envisioned running his hands over before kissing the plump lips that had begged for his attention…the fact that he could throw away everything for.

Regulus quickly looked down at his lap before muttering a quick prayer for forgiveness. Human or not, he wasn’t supposed to look at a woman like this. He wasn’t supposed to think of a woman like this. Regulus had pledged his life for something greater. Now here he was acting like even more of a sinner than someone who slept with multiple women a week.

This isn’t supposed to happen. I’m not supposed to be lusting after a woman.

Regulus swallowed his thoughts before bravely looking up at you again.

Father, she is beautiful.

Regulus once again quickly chastised himself for that thought. While he was free to admire his father’s creations that didn’t mean he was supposed to be thinking about having you beneath him.

Until you turned up 2 weeks before, Regulus had always assumed that he was asexual. He had never had much of an interest in sex. In fact, it seemed repulsive to Regulus…then you showed up. You showed up with your parents in a soft light blue dress and bashed the sexual desire right into him.

You had come to visit your parents for a few weeks, from what Regulus had gathered. Your parents were what Regulus considered “A+ Catholics.” They were the type that showed up from whatever even the church had. Both husband and wife were kind, thoughtful, “normal” people. You were the daughter that moved to the US to become a ballerina. Now here you are causing Regulus internal chaos.

All of that led to Regulus’ current predicament…he stood hidden in the shadows watching you. You had come to drop off a box of clothing donations at your mother’s request and Regulus was the guy that had to talk to you.

Over the years, Regulus had learned to put his shy nature to the side and talk to people without much difficulty. That wasn’t the case today, however. Today, Regulus had no idea how to talk, how to think, or what to do. He knew that he would have to face you eventually but for the moment he was fine being in the shadows.

“How am I supposed to talk to the girl that is making me wake up with a raging hard-on? How am I supposed to not focus on her lips, her breasts, her hips…anything… Father, forgive me.”

Regulus silently thought before telling himself to get a grip. You were just a woman and soon enough you would probably be back on your way home. Regulus could forget these feelings…until the next visit. Hopefully, by then, Regulus could have better control of his mind.

Taking a breath, Regulus pushed himself out of the shadows and moved to where you stood.

“You must be Y/n.”

Regulus said in a smooth soft tone. You turned to face him with a kind smile.

“Yes, my mother asked me to drop these things off…father….”

“Black…my name is Regulus Black.”

You again gave him a smile. The young priest before you was definitely pleasing to look at. Pleasing wasn’t even a good enough word. He was downright breathtaking! You swallowed looking him over in hopes that he didn't catch you doing so. Everything about him was perfectly polished…from his perfect curls to his without a wrinkle uniform down to his perfect hands…

Fuck, he is too pretty to be a priest.

You didn’t take back that thought. This man could get any woman that he wanted yet here he was in a position where he couldn't actually do anything…damn shame. You should have been embarrassed or felt bad about these rather unholy thoughts but you weren't.

“Pleasure.”

You replied, keeping your eyes on his. Regulus was quiet a moment as he tried to think of something to say. Staring at your lips or your perfect legs wasn’t going to be helping him any.

“Is your grandmother well? Your mother had mentioned that she was off-color last week.”

Regulus asked. Asking about your grandmother seemed to be the safe option.

“She is feeling much better. Apparently it was a bit of a cold. Mother called me acting as if she was on death’s doorstep and ordered me to come home. Grandmother tends to do this a few times a year. I think she looks for a reason to get everyone in the house.”

A small smile played on Regulus’ lips.

“Your grandmother is amusing. So where are you visiting from again?”

“Las Vegas.”

You replied. Regulus nodded.

“That’s right. Your mother says that you are a ballerina.”

You slightly chuckled at that one. Your mother wished that you were a ballerina.

“Not exactly. That’s what my mother wants me to be. That was what got me to America but I didn’t stick with it. I’m a showgirl.”

Sweet merciful crap!

That was the only thought that Regulus could get through his mind. He couldn't even get a word out. You were a showgirl…probably half-naked at any given time…All Regulus could envision was you dressed in a skimpy bodysuit and high heels.

Father, help me.

“I perform in a casino on the strip. I’m not an exotic dancer or anything. I’m my mother’s disappointment.”

You replied as a soft blush came over your cheeks. Regulus quickly forced himself to start talking.

“No judgment, whatsoever…I’m my mother’s disappointment also so I understand.”

You seemed genuinely surprised with his reaction and Regulus had to congratulate himself on now totally blowing it.

“You’re the first that hasn’t said something judgmental about it. My parents are totally embarrassed.”

“Sometimes parents, even meaning well, don’t have all of the right answers or solutions.”

Regulus said, softly. You brushed a strand of hair from your face sending your sweet scent right in Regulus’ direction. It only took one breath for him to be love drunk from your scent alone.

“You are definitely right about that one.”

20 minutes later, the two of you were still quietly talking. Had the situation been different and he was actually “available” you had the feeling that you would have had the offer of a date…which you would have accepted. You liked Regulus already. Everything about him seemed “perfect.” It wasn’t only his looks but his soft voice and kind demeanor. He was shy…shy and decent.

A decent guy wasn’t something that you came across often. You were used to the kind of guy that made lewd comments to you on your body. Regulus, even though he was looking, didn't go that far. You knew a lot of his was probably because of what he was. He probably had no interest whatsoever. You were just the daughter of a member of the church.

And then it happened…neither Regulus nor yourself was sure who initiated it but the two of you were kissing. This kiss was different from any other kiss that you had shared with someone else. This kiss felt...forbidden, wrong, yet so right at the same time. You sighed as Regulus slowly slipped his tongue into your mouth.

Where did a priest learn to kiss like this?

You thought, savoring the moment until Regulus snapped back into reality and stepped away.

His face instantly went scarlet. Regulus was in an internal panic for a moment. He kissed you! He kissed you as a man was supposed to kiss his wife. Regulus kissed you and he was NEVER supposed to do that.

“I am so sorry…I don’t know what came over me.”

Regulus stammered. He wondered, for a moment, if he were dreaming. Would this be just another dream where you vanished not long after the kiss and he woke up aching?

When you didn’t vanish and he didn't wake up, Regulus knew that he was awake and he had, in fact, kissed you.

“I am in trouble.”

He thought before your soft voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“It's okay…I mean, I’m not complaining. I’m only curious where you learned to kiss like that?”

Regulus shifted uncomfortable a few times before speaking again.

“I had kissed a few girls before I became a priest. Apparently I haven’t forgotten that skill. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Regulus said. You watched him with a small smile. Your eyes were gently fluttering between his face down to the obviously noticeable hard on in his black pants.

“You don’t seem to want to stop.”

You commented. Regulus closed his eyes before speaking.

“No, I don’t want to but I have a job…a promise I made…I have a purpose.”

Regulus was relived when you didn’t torture him any further. In fact, you seemed almost too understanding.

“As you, father. This has been interesting.”

You replied before moving to leave but was stopped the moment Regulus spun you around and pushed you against the wall. Soft hands locked around your wrists as he raised them above your head.

“Don’t go. You have been teasing me for the past two weeks. Don’t you realize how hard it is to say no?”

Regulus murmured against her lips. He had gone back in for a kiss but decided to savor the moment. From your sweet scent to feeling your body pressed against his, Regulus wanted to make this moment last as long as he possibly could.

“You don’t have to say no. I know you aren’t supposed to do this but what’s one little mess up? We all make them…priest or man on the street…everyone sins.”

You replied, watching the frown on Regulus’ face. He didn’t reply for a moment before standing back up straight. Glancing over his shoulder, Regulus made sure that no one was watching the two of you. He was thankful there was no one but knew that this needed to be taken someplace more “secluded.”

“Come with me.”

Regulus ordered before wrapping his hand around your wrist. He guided you to a quiet office off of the church sanctuary and locked the door as soon as you were inside. Once satisfied that the two of you were indeed alone, Regulus pulled your body back against his.

“You’re right, everyone messes up but I’m not supposed to mess up like this.”

You slipped your hand down to wrap back around his and pulled it up to your clothed breast. Regulus didn’t move at first but after you cleared your throat his hand tightened.

“Something tells me that you want this sin, Father.”

You commented, in a seductive tone. Regulus chuckled before continuing to grope your breast through your dress.

“I suppose that I do.”

He replied, giving you the initiative to continue. You stood on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips. Kissing your way down his jawline to his neck, you stopped at the collar of his shirt.

“Shall we stop and forget this never happened?”

You asked. Regulus frantically shook his head.

“Don’t stop.”

He whimpered. You stroked one hand down his chest. Stopping at his belt buckle, your eyes rolled back to his, as if asking permission.

“Keep going.”

Regulus ordered, wondering where this sudden surge of bravery came from. Your hand went back to his shirt and gently undid each button. Regulus shrugged his shirt off as your arms wrapped around his neck. He closed his eyes and savored each kiss that you peppered down his chest.

Is this how a woman is supposed to really make a man feel? Is this really so forbidden?

Regulus thought. He could definitely get used to this. The feeling of your hot lips on his skin was indescribable. This was the best feeling that Regulus had ever had…physical attention…this was heaven!

Regulus’ eyes snapped open the moment that you stopped touching him. His mouth dropped when he realized that you were on your knees before him. Your eyes were locked on his face as you moved to cup his erection. When Regulus’ body pulsed under your touch, you couldn’t help the little smirk that formed on your face. It hadn’t taken long at all for your own desire to come roaring back. You sighed feeling the lewd thoughts come right back to your mind.

Damn, he feels huge!

It had been so long since you had actually slept with someone. You were as desperate as Regulus appeared to be for some physical affection. The wetness was starting to slip from your pussy and down your thighs

Regulus quickly reached down and unbuckled his belt. You weren’t moving fast enough for his growing desperation.

“Don’t stop.”

He said, softly. Regulus moved to kick his pants off leaving the only layer of clothing preventing you from getting your hot lips on him was his thin boxers. You didn’t wait a moment longer before pulling the hem of his boxers down and his cock sprang free.

He is huge!

You thought looking at the size of Regulus’ cock. Regulus groaned when you wrapped a hand around his shaft.

“I’ll make you feel good.”

You said in a lust-filled tone before wrapping your mouth around his cock. Regulus’ head fell backward as your tongue drifted over the head and down to the vein on the underside. What you were doing with that sweet yet sinful tongue of yours was enough to make him moan.

You wanted to take more of Regulus into your mouth but were stopped when Regulus reached down and gently pulled you back to your feet.

"Lust is one of the cardinal sins, and now you've made me lust for you. I have wanted you from the moment that you first stepped foot into this church. Now I’m taking what I want…and I don’t care what anyone says. Take your dress off, love.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. Regulus kept his eyes on you as you gently slid your pale pink dress off. The lust once again started flowing through him as the swells of your breasts came to light followed by your bare pussy.

She’s not wearing any knickers!

Regulus’ mouth dropped at that thought. Your bare pussy was one of the most beautiful sights that the young man had ever seen. Forget the immaculate cathedrals and Vatican City…nope, it was your naked body!

“May I touch you?”

Regulus asked. Forget the fact that you had just given him a blow job, he wanted to make damn sure that you wanted him before he even thought of touching you.

“You may.”

You replied, waiting only a moment before Regulus quickly stepped forward. His right hand reached up to cup your breast. His long fingers teased and tweaked your nipples before going back to greedily cupping the whole thing. You sighed enjoying each teasing motion until Regulus picked you up and placed you on the table to your left.

Regulus swallowed before going back in for another small kiss then moved down to your breast. Never in a million years did Regulus ever think that he would be sucking on a woman’s breasts IN THE CHURCH of all places yet here he was. His tongue traced over each dusty bud before gently nibbling. Your body jumped slightly as Regulus went back to suckling.

You had become aware of Regulus’ cock nudging your clit with each of his movements.

“Are you thinking of what you want me to do to you?”

Regulus asked, looking up from his place. Where his sudden surge of bravery and bedroom wisdom came from, he did not know but he was thankful for it.

You nodded, feeling the heat spread through your body. The thought of Regulus’ long, thick cock filling you up with no mercy made you ache even more. He would indeed stretch you and you longed for it. You longed for his cock stretching your tight cunt until you were made just for him. Every sinful thought made you wetter and wetter, and the warm ache was becoming insatiable.

"Do you want me to touch you?"

Regulus asked, his voice deepening.

“Yes, Father.”

You cooed, making Regulus tremble. He chuckled before running a single finger down your wet slit. Regulus swallowed as he watched your juices seep from your body. He gently spread your legs, biting his lip, as your soaking fold spread. Your clit was glistening in the warm lights of the room.

“You’re so wet. All of this from a little making out and a blow job?”

You could only nod a moment before recovering.

“Looking at you caused this too. You’re so handsome…and that body…enough to make me a whore in church.”

Regulus chuckled.

“I suppose that we have something in common”

Regulus moved to kneel between your legs. His gray eyes were now hyper-focused on your wet cunt.

“I want you to kiss me there.”

You said, hoping it sounded more like an order. Something told you that this was Regulus’ first time. As much as you wanted to be in control, you decided to let him call the shots. He deserved a good memory to think back on in the coming days. Regulus licked his lips before moving forward. He placed his tongue on your opening and licked teasingly up to your clit. You gasped under him wanting to buck your hips.

Regulus, meanwhile, was savoring the taste of your juices on his tongue. Moving to suck your clip into his mouth, Regulus slowly pushed two fingers inside. He didn’t want to but his mind went back to the porn that he had watched as a teen. Shamefully, he didn't find it at all appealing then but now…he tried to remember the moves the men in the film used on the women.

When you cried out and your ships bucked upward, Regulus knew that he was doing something right. It only took a few more licks and you were spamming. Your tight pussy clenched around his fingers. You cried out as an orgasm began to rip its way through you. Regulus quickly pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. He lapped up your juices as if he were a dying man that had found an oasis in a desert. Your pussy wouldn't stop convulsing as he lavished your body with more and more attention.

Moving to his feet, Regulus looked down at you with lust-filled gray eyes. His pupils were blown as he took his cock in one hand and rubbed it over your clit. You gave him a nod before spreading your legs wider.

“Please fuck me.”

Regulus waited a moment before gently shoving his entire cock inside in one thrust. The both of you moaned together at the delicious stretch and burn caused by his cock splitting you open. Regulus started to thrust inside, faster than before, making your breasts bounce each time. The sound of skin slapping together filled the room as Regulus moved to once again hold your hands over your head.

The two of you moaned and whispered little reassurances of just how good this felt. Each movement of his cock made your core ache.

“I’m close.”

Regulus moaned against your mouth. He knew that he wouldn’t last long. Never having sex before made him realize that he had no control over his orgasm. He would come inside of you a lot faster than he wanted to.

“Come, I need to come too.”

You gasped as Regulus’ thrusts began to get sloppy. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath as your orgasm tore through you. Your cunt began to spam around Regulus’ cock pushing him over the edge. His cock jerked before spurting rope after rope of thick cum deep into your pussy.

Neither of you moved for a moment. You were the first to make a move. Reaching up, you pulled Regulus back down for a lazy kiss. He smiled against your mouth, enjoying the feeling of his half-hard cock still being lodged in your body.

“That was amazing.”

You whispered. Regulus moved to say something but stopped suddenly when he heard someone calling his name. The two of you froze for a moment before quickly dressing. Regulus turned his attention back to you.

“Take the second door and take a right, that will get you out of here without anyone noticing.”

You nodded before quickly putting your shoes back on. Turning your attention back to Regulus, you stroked a finger down the bridge of his nose as the door handle began to turn.

“Thank you, Father.”

You whispered before rushing out of the room.

The next morning, you walked back into the church. You were hoping for another repeat of the previous day's events. Maybe this time, it could end with a little more cuddling and a lot less hurrying out.

Regulus looked up when you stepped into the sanctuary where he was quietly getting this ready for the next service. When he didn’t smile or let any emotion come across his face, your heart began to pound. Something about the look on his face made your heart pound.

“Y/n.”

He greeted you with a formal tone. It wasn’t the tone of the man that you had made love with the day before.

“Regulus…It's good to see you…I was wondering if you would…”

Regulus held a hand up.

“Yesterday shouldn’t have happened. It was a mistake and I should have never given into that temptation.”

Regulus felt instantly guilty at the stunned expression on your face. He never wanted to hurt you but he felt as if he had to.

“You seemed to feel differently yesterday.”

You replied, feeling a surge of annoyance come through you.

“Yesterday I was tempted and gave into a sin that I promised to never commit. I’m sorry, Y/n but I have worked too hard to throw everything away for a showgirl. You must understand that I am a priest not some boy toy for you. Perhaps you should…”

You held a hand up.

“You’ve made your feelings clear.”

“Y/n…”

You didn’t wait to give Regulus a second to talk before turning and walking from the church without another word. Maybe you were foolish for hoping that something would come from this. You were foolish for thinking that maybe Regulus would be more than just a priest…maybe it could have been love? Would you ask Regulus to give everything up based on one day of passion-filled romance? No, but what if it could work out?

Not now….

You thought before disappearing down a busy street and out of sight.

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coldemergency · 7 months

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Unfinished work that I'm proud of 🤗❤️

Summary: After being hit by a spell Harry is de-aged into an infant. Fortunately, his mind is intact. Unfortunately, no one else knows.

Chapter 1: Helpless

Harry stared up into red eyes and cried. It was more like a wail actually, small and pathetic. Just like Harry.

One second he was running in the atrium, then Dumbledore was defending him, then he jumped in stupidly wanting to help and was hit by a strange spell and shrunk uncomfortably. He hit the ground, only cushioned by his now oversized clothes, and found that he could no longer control his limbs.

He was stuck inside his robes, dark and the sound outside was muffled. He could hear yelling, and the occasional spell zapped over him. He was grabbed by someone, yanked hard, and then was apparated away while being clutched tightly.

He tried to fight, he tried to scream but all he could do was helplessly gaze at red eyes when his robes were pulled back.

Voldemort was holding him, eyes wide, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. When Harry began crying, the man grimaced, and he thought that the wizard might drop him. To his surprise the Dark Lord adjusted his hold, cradling Harry comfortably in his robes. Harry tried to move his arm, maybe slap Voldemort, but all he managed was a sad wave.

Long white fingers reached out, curiously holding onto his hand. His little baby hand. Dear Godric, he was a fucking baby? Harry cried harder then, gripping his enemy's finger as tightly as he could, willing it to hurt even though he knew it was useless now.

Voldemort clicked his tongue in annoyance at him.

The man waved his wand, and Harry watched through misty eyes as a bottle appeared. The Dark Lord shoved it into his open mouth, and Harry tried to cry around it but found it much too hard. He closed his mouth, clasping the soft rubber between his gums, and simply accepted the drink.

The milk within was sweet and warm, and Harry begrudgingly had to admit it was quite delicious.

He was still mad though.

Voldemort held the bottle, feeding him, watching him with a strange look on his face. Was he not going to kill Harry? There would never be a better opportunity than this, yet the man seemed content in nursing him.

It was fucking weird.

Harry stared up at the man, the monster who killed his parents, the man who tried to kill him. Why bother with this? Why not just chuck him out the window, or drown him? Surely Voldemort had better things to do with his time than care for a baby.

“You’ll be much less of a problem like this, Harry,” Voldemort murmured, his long finger caressing his cheek. Harry wanted to bite it off. Gum it off? Bullocks.

Had this been planned all along? Although he preferred this over being dead, Harry wasn’t sure of what to make of this strange situation. He doubted very much that he was supposed to still be mentally 15. But of course, Harry was the best at screwing things up.

If Voldemort thought this was going to be easy, he had another thing coming.

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Time was weird as a baby. Harry couldn’t keep track of days and nights, and Voldemort didn’t seem to sleep or eat at regular intervals. Harry slept a lot, he slept an ungodly amount. He couldn’t help it. He tired easily, after eating, moving, or breathing he fatigued and would be dozing off quickly.

There were times he was sure Voldemort was using magic to keep him sleepy, probably during the periods in which he’d be left alone for an unknown amount of time. Voldemort would always return. The man alone cared for him. Harry had yet to see another person and was sure he was dead to the world.

He wondered if anyone knew what had happened. Dumbledore had been there when he was hit with the spell, but even he couldn’t know everything. Had the old man seen his little form, wiggling under his clothes? Or perhaps his eyesight was too bad and he’d watched in horror as Harry seemingly disappeared from existence.

He had no clue.

Voldemort wasn’t helping either, he’d barely talk around Harry. The man would mumble while reading, and murmur short sarcastic comments at Harry that he didn’t think he understood. It was more than clear that the Dark Lord had no fucking idea that Harry was indeed still himself. If he knew, Voldemort would probably talk down at him, mock him, or straight up kill him when he realized his spell hadn’t worked properly.

It was in Harry’s best interest to keep up the charade until he could fight back, run away, or somehow send a message to Dumbledore.

Harry wiggled, trying to move his hands and feet in a swaddle he was wrapped in.

The Dark Lord looked up from his writing, looking Harry over before resuming whatever it was the man was doing. After weeks of this, Harry thought that the man would grow tired of him, hand him off to a Death Eater, or feed him to his snake. Instead, he seemed to adjust to having a baby.

Harry gurgled, trying to whine as he wiggled. He was feeling restless.

Red eyes looked up once again, this time Voldemort placed his quill down in its holder and reached over to grab Harry. He unfolded the soft blanket that was wrapped around him, picking him up and minding his head as he brought him to his lap. Harry settled in his hold, happy that the Dark Lord's hands weren’t cold at least.

Harry blinked up at the pale face and watched as an almost unnoticeable smile crept onto Voldemort’s face.

“So fussy,” the man murmured. Harry tried to deny it but grunted in response. The older wizard ran his hand through his hair, displacing the small curls. He seemed to be amused by it. Harry was not. “You’ll make a perfect little Slytherin,” he stated, sending a cold shiver down Harry’s spine. “How do you like Harrison Tomas Riddle? Or perhaps Hadrian Marvolo Riddle?”

Harry wanted to scream. This couldn’t be happening. Voldemort was really going to try and raise him. Feeling frustrated Harry cried out, he wanted the man to know exactly how he felt about being renamed to fit into his sick fantasy. He belted out loudly, eyes quickly covering in a sheen of tears. Voldemort chuckled, gently bouncing him. Harry cried harder.

“You’re absolutely right, Harry. Neither is good, why should you have to bear my filthy father's muggle name?” Harry had to pause to take in a breath. “Perhaps it’s time to revive the Gaunt line,” he mused. Ignoring Harry’s tantrum.

The man smiled down at him, red eyes filled with pride. Harry hated him. He hated him.

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At some point, Harry was able to start supporting his own head. His neck was no longer as bendy and weak as a cooked spaghetti noodle. He was having an easier time directing his hands to where he wanted them to go and was practicing grabbing hold of things.

With his small, newfound strength, Harry tried his best to annoy the shit out of Voldemort. He’d grasp random things, throwing them to the floor or bringing them to his mouth to slobber on. He’d turn his head away from the man constantly, refusing to look at him or acknowledge him. He could tell it bothered him, which was hilarious.

The Dark Lord fell out of favor with his baby.

When he tried feeding him, Harry would spit it up. He loved making a mess, even though it took Voldemort less than two seconds to clean.

The game became boring after a while since the man never retaliated. Harry wasn’t sure what he expected. The Dark Lord never cursed at him or yelled. He never hurt him, hands as gentle as always. He would spend hours trying to feed him, even after Harry spits up countless times.

When Harry cried at night, the Dark Lord always, without fail, would come to his cot and comfort him. He never looked tired, instead, he seemed to enjoy the time he spent with Harry, as unpleasant as he made it.

Harry hated him for it.

He’d gotten used to diaper changes, grateful for magic since the Dark Lord never had to touch him for that, but for bath time it was still as embarrassing as ever. For whatever reason the Dark Lord preferred bathing him in the traditional way, instead of just using magic to vanish the food and grime from feedings and drool.

He had a small basin that he’d fill with lukewarm water, and he’d use one arm to hold Harry in the water while he cleaned him with the other. The soap he used made Harry’s skin very smooth, and the cloth he used to wipe him down was possibly the softest thing Harry had ever felt in his life. It was a stark contrast to the rough rags his Aunt would use to scrub him until his skin was red.

After his baths Voldemort would towel dry him carefully, patting him down before placing a diaper on him and fitting him with warmed clothes. Bathtime was always before bedtime, and Harry was always the most relaxed afterward, clean, warm, and comfortable. Sometimes he would forget to be humiliated until the morning after.

They had a routine and followed it usually. There were the odd times that Harry would be left alone for longer than usual, Voldemort was probably busy torturing muggles and having slumber parties with Malfoy. But those times alone were few and far between. It would seem the Dark Lord had plenty of free time, ignoring how much paperwork the man did.

He was always reading and writing. It was so fucking boring. Harry would bother him, and Voldemort always was happy for the interruption.

Harry was surprised one evening to find that Voldemort does in fact sleep.

The man had taken a break from his book, rubbed his eyes, and took Harry with him to his bedroom. Harry had been there twice that he could recall since living here. Voldemort lay on his bed, putting Harry on his chest, and then took a fucking nap.

Harry was appalled, absolutely disgusted. But intrigued all the same.

He watched Voldemort sleep as he lay there, rising and falling with his chest. The man must have been tired as it hadn’t taken long for him to go under. He didn’t snore, or twitch. He was very still. Harry hated that the sound of the man’s heartbeat was comforting. It made his eyes heavy, and he tried to fight it but in the end, he closed his eyes and nodded off as well.

After that, the Dark Lord took Harry with him whenever he slept. It wasn’t all that common, no rhyme or reason to the schedule. Harry wondered if the man slept because he needed to or if he just felt like it.

He still hadn’t seen the man eat a single thing since being in his care. He would drink a rare glass of wine, or sip on tea, but never anything substantial. No wonder the man was practically a walking skeleton. The opposite of Harry who had been gaining weight, as babies do. Voldemort had once rolled his little fat rolls between his bony fingers, chuckling.

“Look at how fat you’ve become,” He stated gleefully. “You’ll be much healthier this time around, I can assure you of that,” He promised, making Harry both sick to his stomach and also secretly relieved. He was so ready for real food, none of that mushy crap.

In fact, Harry was so ready for anything that would give him any kind of independence. He’d be the fastest potty-trained kid the world would see. Then, when he had the motor skills, he would learn to run as fast as he could. With the right amount of strength, he might be able to stab Voldemort to death in his sleep.

How morbid.

But it would come to that in the end, wouldn’t it? He still had to fight the man. There still had to be a winner. Didn’t there? He had kept his memories for a reason. The world was giving him a fighting chance. He was the only one.

It would have to happen.

There was no other choice.

#harry potter #fanfic #harry potter is a menace #hp #fanfiction #voldemort #tom riddle #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 author #fanfic writing #unfinished #ideas #short story #short stories #harry potter au #harry james potter #harry potter fanfiction #daddy voldemort

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multiimoments · 3 months

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Fanfic AU Wishlist Tag

What are 3 AUs you'd love to write/draw/etc & 3 you'd love to read? And with which ships?

[Optional: Tag 6 or more friends whose AU dreams you want to learn about!]

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✏️ The Holiday (2006) x Marylily and Wolfstar [Outlining!]

✏️ Kate and Leopold (2001) x Panville

✏️ Our Flag Means Death (2022–23) x Wolfstar (and others)

ʀᴇᴀᴅ:

📖 The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern x Dramione

📖 Anastasia (1997) x Jily

📖 Six of Crows duology by Leigh Bardugo x Marauders (all of them, pls! especially Dorlene and Jegulus!) [note: I did learn today that one such fic exists!]

I was super excited, so I made some moodboards for IG! (I have learned how to use Pinterest, finally 🤌🏽)

Tagging everyone I can think of (and anyone else who wants to do it! 🥰): @emjayeingray @badhairred @dahlliiances @just--vi @toofadedtofight @wolfpadx @brigid-faye @heartsoncover @kat-m-toast @tigrrliily @spookeart @spookymoonie @cloaksnidget-3745 @imsiriuslyreading @howmanyfrecklesdoyousee @yourfriendlygryffindor @lavenderhaze @siriusly-sapphic @sleepstxtic @lucigoo @eurhythmix @summax2o @cancerravenclaw @the-noblehouseofblack @mochafrappiccinolatte @thisliminalspacedaydreams @kaaaaaaarf @thebibutterflyao3 @fiestylilmetalbendingqueen

#marauders #marauders era #golden era #hp fanfic #ao3 #au story #alternate universe #wolfstar #marylily #panville #dramione #jily #fanfic

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rewritingcanon · 3 months

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ok idk if this is a popular movie or if no one knows it but that one taiwanese movie about that cop who’s forced into a marriage with a dead man he accidentally tied himself to? this but scorbus au.

#BRAINROTTTTT SCORBUS ARRANGED MARRIAGE GHOST AU #im dead. such a good film guys go watch ‘marry my dead body’ it is a banger #spoilers ! (just in caseys) the actual film isnt a romantic love story but a platonic love story but im still gnawing at my walls after it #+ obvi with scorbus it will be romantic DUHHH #on my scorbus supernatural grind rn #scorbus #harry potter #hp #hpcc #albus severus potter #harry potter and the cursed child #scorpius malfoy #cursed child #albus potter #marry my dead body #rewriting

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sneverussape · 1 month

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walpurgis

another one that's been in my drafts for a while. it's just a lil ficlet so don't expect much hehe

@greens-your-color prompt # 25: DEATH EATER (scenario 1)

summary: a group is taking over the Wizarding World's news by storm and severus is naturally curious

“Lily?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you heard of these? These Knights of Walpurgis?”

Lily turned to look at Severus only to give him a disdainful eyeroll. “What do you want to know about them for?”

“Well, who are they even?” Severus was more than a little curious, but he was also apprehensive.

“Nobody special. They’re just a bunch of people who believe in a load of malarkey.”

Severus frowned. That certainly wasn’t the description he expected. “Malarkey? Like what?”

This time, Lily granted him a heavy sigh from behind the heavy tome she was reading. “Honestly, Severus, you shouldn’t believe everything you read on the Prophet. They’re just a group acting grand. Rich tossers who have too much time on their hands.”

“But is it true though, that they have access to hidden magics and things?” Severus felt his fingers itch at the notion. He was already taking advanced lessons in both Potions and Transfiguration, with both Lucius and Andi’s support and none of McGonagall’s and Dumbledore’s knowledge, and he was eager to learn beyond what books held, although he was careful to never share the reason. The few people who mattered would figure it out soon enough, but he avoided voicing it out loud to avoid any pretenses of hope. He was convinced mixing modern medicine and magic was the key to managing or even completely curing his condition altogether. Very few wizards in the past had already done so but they were all at least a century old. He had vowed to himself that he would engage in the same practice to figure out a cure, or at the very least die in the attempt. But he wasn’t going to tell Lily that, of course.

He asked her instead, “Do they know things beyond the books and the stuff they teach us? Like deeper magics? Blood magic?”

“Who told you that?” Lily looked at him this time, a frown twisting her features.

“Lucius,” Severus said before he could even stop himself. When he saw Lily’s expression darken, he caught himself and backtracked. “Not that it means anything, he was just talking shop…keeping me interested throughout lessons. Oh, don't make that face, Lily!”

“You’re fourteen and not living in the Wizarding World, he shouldn’t be telling you that.” Lily had snapped her book shut and was already making her way out of the plush armchair she had settled in. “I’m telling Mum and Dad—”

“No—!” Severus blocked his sister before she could make her way out of their father’s study. This conversation certainly wasn’t going the way he wanted. He had thought it was a simple enough question. “You don’t have to tell them, Lils, c’mon, I was just curious…”

Lily had grown an odd shade of red, as though she was angry. But why? Severus didn’t understand.

“The Knights of Walpurgis,” she spat the name as though it left a bad taste on her tongue, and her voice had dropped down to a hiss, “is a dangerous group, Severus, and you shouldn’t discuss them so casually.”

This time, it was Severus’ turn to frown. He could feel his dreams crumbling to dust before his very eyes. “I thought you said they were just a bunch of tossers. Why are you making it sound like they’re more than that?”

Lily shook her head vehemently. “Forget I said it. Don’t talk about them, Sev. I mean it. Lucius should not be talking about them to you.”

“Why shouldn’t he?” Defiance surged within him; Severus had never really liked being told what to do, especially by his sisters. It just wasn’t in his nature. “He’s my tutor, it’s his job to tell me things.”

“Not about this he isn’t! You wouldn’t understand…”

He caught her insinuation immediately and felt his face grow hot. “Because I’m not at Hogwarts, you mean? Or in the Wizarding World? I’m as much a wizard as any of you lot!”

Lily looked as though she had been struck. Her eyes widened comically wide. “That’s not what I meant!” she said, although her expression said otherwise. Lily had always been a terrible liar.

“That’s what you wanted to say,” Severus said, unable to control the bitterness in his tone. “Out with it then, Lils. You probably don’t even see me as one of you, because I don’t go to school in a magical castle and learn amongst giants and goblins and pixies. I probably don't even hold a wand right in your eyes.”

This time, tears welled in Lily’s eyes, crystal against vibrant green. “That’s not true, stop it, Severus! I have never thought that, and I never will!”

His chest had grown tight and Severus felt like crying himself. He knew Lily wasn’t trying to be mean, but somehow he also couldn’t help but feel the stab of self-pity that came at his own accusation. If his own sister thought he was beneath knowing something that was apparently commonplace news in the Wizarding World, what did the other kids think? Did they think he was some sort of…some sort of second-rate freak? Did Lily?

Severus tilted his chin up as he sniffed. He looked down at Lily with what he hoped was an imperious glare as he said, “Forget I asked. I shan’t bother you about it again.”

He stood and turned to stomp out of the room, tuning out Lily calling out to him. He shouldn’t have asked her. He shouldn’t have asked any of them. He should have just asked Lucius. Lucius would know. Lucius always answered his questions. Lucius wouldn’t think he was a freak.

As he walked away, Severus unconsciously scrubbed at the tears that were gathering at the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.

#i actually had two scenarios for this story and that was sev still being curious about the DE aka Knights in this au #or lily joining them herself since she thinks they have the power to help severus and he's the one who sees through the bs of it all #both are very appealing storylines for me lol #the primary motivation is still the same and it's really being desperate enough to look for help to figure out a cure for severus' conditio #and yes lucius is his TUTOR lmao #one of several #lulu still takes a shine to him and sees his Potential probs #anyway either scenario works in the universe #evans!severus #au #my fic #snape #lily evans #hp

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rinamorten · 1 year

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She was indeed his baby girl. Hope could ask him to get her anything, literary anything, and Draco would get it for her. Even Hermione was fine with it, especially when it was time to put Hope and her twin brother Eridan to sleep.

They shared a special thing as massage for themselves.

Hermione used to watch how Draco will rub his little baby's foot with baby oil while she was cuddling with their son. And his stare full of pure love was everything she would ever dream of💕

Art by Catherine7mk

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dungeonbatsev · 3 days

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i really like the idea of snape just killing tom riddle right then and there and then saving harry and adopting him the end and everyone is happy and harry gets to live a good life yay yippee

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wellpresseddaisy · 5 months

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My Soul Revive

aka And Wishing I was Gone, Going Home from Lucius' perspective. What happened to get Severus to Malfoy Manor.

Lucius lowered his throbbing head into his hands and moaned. Which bloody idiot breached the wards? Whichever bloody idiot it was, they were powerful. The blaze of them across his mind’s eye showed them moving up the drive, fast. He looked up to see Cissa peering at him over the edge of the bed.

“Wards,” he croaked, feeling an idiot. “Breached, hard.”

“Do get up off the floor, darling,” Narcissa offered him a hand up. “You’ll scandalize Draco if he sees.”

“Draco sleeps through howling gales,” Lucius complained, but allowed her to help him back onto the bed.

Then the pounding started. Lucius had never regretted more his decision to move the Pater suite to the front of the family wing.

“Open the bloody door!” Someone bellowed from below while possibly running bodily into the heavy oak. “I know you’re home! Please open the door! Please you’ve got to!”

Lucius had the impression that it was a young man doing the banging and shouting when Draco burst out of the dressing room (none of them wanting to be totally alone that night) and streamed across the room in his dressing gown.

“Potter!” he snapped on his way past and slammed the door after him.

They listened to his stormy progress.

“You know,” Lucius began contemplatively when he heard Draco pounding down the stairs. “Sometimes I wonder why we sent him to Hogwarts after all. It’s been disastrous for his manners.”

Narcissa snorted. “Because we were both terrified of my grandfather. We may as well dress again. Sports togs, I think, darling.”

Lucius sent a discreet eavesdropping spell toward the first floor while he hunted up trousers and a pullover.

“Harry, you really must calm yourself!”

Narcissa looked at him sharply. “Are you eavesdropping?”

“Ow! Ron! Why did you kick my ankle?”

“You aren’t helping, Hermione.”

“Unashamedly.” He grinned wickedly. “Sounds like we have the Granger chit on the doorstep with Potter.”

“Calm!? Calm!?” Potter sounded hysterical. “When he might be…I didn’t check properly, Hermione. I have to let them know! I have to!”

“All right, Harry. All right. We’ll use the bell like civilized people, hmm? I reckon that might go over a bit better.”

“Oh, and a Weasley. Sounds like his mother, that one does.”

Narcissa smothered another snort. With two taps of her wand she had her hair plaited and wrapped about her head.

“We’d best go down. Draco will have given up looking for a house elf at this point.”

They hurried down to the first floor in time to see Draco wrench the door open.

“What is the meaning of this…this intrusion?” Draco demanded regally, drawing himself up.

“Oh, points for style,” Lucius murmured.

“And points deducted for opening the front door in his dressing gown,” Narcissa added.

Potter launched himself across the threshold, grasping Draco’s hands. He didn’t look as if he’d washed at all since the battle ended. Some of the stains about his person…Lucius shuddered delicately.

“You’ve got to know. You’ve got to!” Potter began, frantically. “I won’t let you find out like I did. Not about your godfather!”

Oh. Lucius suppressed a wince. Finding out the way Potter had. What were his parents thinking? Lucius wouldn’t forgive that, but he knew Potter was of a more yielding disposition.

“Know what, Potter?” Draco snapped.

“Snape. It’s Snape. He’s…he could be…I didn’t check. Why didn’t I check? I had to tell you!”

“Right.” Draco detached himself from the clinging Potter and surveyed the situation. “Granger, we are going to make tea. Weasley, do something with Potter. He looks wall-eyed.”

Draco swept down toward the back hall door, Granger scuttling to keep up and hissing a complaint at him. Lucius watched Weasley try to calm Potter without having to touch him much. He sighed and tried to remember the particular tone he’d used as a prefect with panicked firsties.

“Potter,” he barked, getting the boy’s attention. “While you are the one person who should be having hysterics today, you are not going to have them in my foyer. Now sit. Right there.” He clicked his fingers and pointed to a setee.

To his surprise, Potter did precisely as he’d been told, tottering to the setee and folding onto it like a puppet with its strings cut.

Weasley looked at him apologetically. “Er, I reckon if you send the reupholstery bill to his parents…”

“I’m not speaking to them!” Potter perked up enough to exclaim.

“Put your head between your knees and breathe, Potter!” Lucius barked.

The boy subsided, thankfully doing as he was told. Lucius hadn’t liked his color.

“Course, mate,” Weasley went to pat his shoulder and thought better of it. “We’re all a bit overwrought. And, um, sorry you got taken prisoner, Mrs. Malfoy.”

“It was very little trouble to me,” Narcissa explained. “It put me in the right spot to help, as well. He thought he was punishing me by making me check.”

“Still, I reckon that’s an Order of Merlin or something. Harry’s put a stop to it right now, but the Minister wanted all of you arrested. He…Harry, not the Minister, made a whole speech at the Aurors until Madame Bones got there and had them arrest the Minister for…something. Collusion? It’s been a long day.”

Lucius watched the boy closely. He looked about as exhausted as Potter, but he carried it better. He’d also had a bath. Perhaps a Weasley taking after the Prewett line could be tolerable.

“Your family is well, Mr. Weasley?” Narcissa asked, never at a loss for a courtesy.

“Er, yeah, thanks. We all came through. Mum…she wanted me to say…” he trailed off.

“I lost my sister over a decade ago, Mr. Weasley,” Narcissa spoke gently. “If I was in your mother’s place, I’d have done the same. She owes me no apology.”

“Right,” Weasley subsided.

“I do wonder,” Lucius felt compelled to fill the awkward silence. “How long it takes to make a cup of tea.”

“Eh, Malfoy and Hermione’ll still be arguing about ‘appropriate drinking vessels’.” Weasley managed a creditable impression of Draco. “They can’t do anything without arguing for six years first.”

Just then, they were delivered by Draco and the Granger girl storming back in. Draco marched over to Potter and thrust the mug at him.

“Drink or I’ll hit you with a cheering charm,” he ordered.

Potter, wondrously, took the mug and drank, shuddering. “Foul,” he muttered.

“You’re welcome. Now, what brought you charging up to the door at one o’clock in the morning?”

Lucius never wanted to see such utter devastation on the face of such a young man again.

“I’m sorry I was such a mess. They tried to give me dreamless sleep instead of doing anything helpful and then they chased me halfway across the grounds before I apparated.”

“Helpful about what?” Draco demanded.

“Professor Snape. I…he was attacked by Nagini and I couldn’t check properly because he gave me memories to tell me what I needed to do,” Potter explained. “I couldn’t live with myself if…he’s your godfather. He should be with people who care…and he might…”

“He might not be dead?” Draco swallowed convulsively.

“I couldn’t check. I couldn’t take the time. I had to…I had to…”

“All right, mate. All right. Have more tea, hmm?” Weasley interrupted. “Would you go with Hermione? She can get you where you need to go without being seen.”

Lucius blinked at him.

“Harry isn’t in any fit state to go anywhere and we’ve both had a thumping row with his parents. Mum and Dad were in the middle of one with them when I slipped out after him,” Weasley explained. “They aren’t best pleased with how people’re trying to treat Harry. Hermione might be the only person they aren’t looking for.”

“And I can side-along both of you right where we need to go,” Granger said.

“Both of us…through Hogwarts wards?” Lucius heard himself ask faintly.

“Oh, yes,” Granger said airily, though she went a bit pink. “No one is terribly sure of what’s happened, but Harry seems to be responsible for the wards at the moment. And, er, the headmaster’s office.”

Lucius looked to Narcissa, but she stood silent with her lips pressed together. Anyone who hadn’t been married to her for decades might think her enraged by the idea. In reality, she was trying not to cackle.

“Thank you, Miss Granger. We would appreciate that.”

“Are you ready to go?” Granger asked, checking her watch.

“One moment, please,” Narcissa asked. “Would an elf please bring the medicine chest?”

A moment later it popped into existence on the floor. Narcissa opened it to check the contents and then hefted it into her arms.

“Let us depart.”

#hp the season au #also an au where the potters didn't die and yes i have a story waiting there #what's going on with sirius? we'll certainly find out #my soul revive #hp society/the ton #hp the season/the ton au #severus snape #draco malfoy #the snalfoys

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liiilyevans · 1 year

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Singer/Band AU

Part 3.

#hinny #harry potter #ginny weasley #hp #harry potter au #band au #make sure to check out my band au tag #to get the full story

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jlhynde-insanitybrilliance · 1 year

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Elmo Rise Harry (a.k.a chaotic cinnamon roll angel)

Vs.

UDLTTOM Harry (a.k.a PTSD Auror-abet soup)

Theodore: How did this (points at ERH) become this (points at Harry)?

Harry: Fire whiskey, a nine-to-five job, and Ministry bureaucracy.

Theodore: Sounds about right.

#udlttom #harry potter #time travel au #tomarry fanfic #theodore nott #hp fanfic #tomarry #elmo rise au #Harry vs Harry #an origin story of sorts

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julesdaydreams · 21 days

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@wolfstarmicrofic I Summer Camp AU I word count: 1114

Since the age of 7, Sirius has been sent to Summer Camp every year. His parents called it “educational”, however, he had always known that Walburga and Orion just didn’t want to deal with their first born son four weeks straight - Regulus was allowed to stay home after all.

The Summer Camp he went to had been the same for the last eight years. And he hated every bit of it.

First, there were the people. The adults were exactly the type that Walburga loved. They scolded Sirius whenever he didn’t sit straight enough and made him do chores whenever he acted out.

And the other kids? Boring at best, fucking annoying at worst. They were your typical posh suck-ups, looking down on everyone and thinking they’re the greatest person to exist.

Secondly, the whole place was fucking depressing, to say the least. It’s like a bunch of dementors sucked the life out of it. There was no colour anywhere. Believe him, Sirius has spent the last eight years looking - unsuccessfully.

Lastly, there was nothing - absolutely nothing - interesting to do. The whole thing was scheduled to the T. And between boring history classes, stiff dance lessons and the hundredth playthrough of Beethoven’s Sonata No. 23 in F Minor, Sirius had little time to actually enjoy his summer holidays. And every time he tried to have some fun it just ended with him having to wash the dishes that night - again - as well as another letter to his parents, stating his lack of obedience - as if that was anything new.

So, this year, Sirius walked into his room for the next four weeks with the same expectations as every year, just to come to a sudden stop the second he opened the door.

Because instead of finding his depressing room with the uncomfortable twin sized bed and plain white walls empty and lacking of life as usual, there was a very much alive (and very much cursing) brown-haired boy, messing with the white bedsheet.

“Fucking- shit. Why won’t this bloody thing just- ugh!”

The boy yanked at the sheets, causing one of the corners he had already tucked in to spring free again, leaving the whole thing untucked. Sirius couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene, making the other boy’s head snap up, noticing him for the first time.

“Oh! Shit, you’re already here!”, he blurted out, seemingly not out of his own volition. His eyes were wide and he looked at Sirius with something he couldn’t quite make out before it was wiped away, a blank - one might say professionally polite - expression taking place, which seemed off on the young face, like it wasn't used to such an expression.

“I’m so sorry, Sir. I’ll be done in here shortly, if you don’t mind waiting a moment.”, said a much more composed voice and Sirius hated the sound for some reason.

“No need to call me “sir”. I’m fifteen not fifty.”, Sirius stated, dumping his bag at the foot of the bed before sitting down on the blank mattress. There was a flicker of something akin to surprise on the boy’s features before it was wiped yet again.

But before the boy could respond, Sirius interjected, wanting to see more of that cursing and dishevelled boy from before.

“I’m Sirius by the way. And you are?”, he asked, extending his hand (because yes - contrary to popular believe he had manners. At least when he wanted to have them).

The boy just looked puzzled at this, hesitantly extending his hand as well. It was rougher than Sirius’, adorned with pink and white scars that reach past his wrist and under his button down shirt. The handshake was over faster than it began and Sirius found himself missing the warmth that came with it. However he didn’t have much time to think about why that was because the boy was speaking again.

“Uhm… I’m Remus. Sorry about your bed again, I don’t really have this whole summer job thing figured out, yet.”, he said, looking a bit sheepish. Sirius’ mind was spinning with the new information.

“Right. I’ll better get someone who’s actually able to do their job, so I won’t bother you any longer.” Remus was at the door faster than Sirius could process and his mind went into panic mode. He didn’t want Remus to go. Remus leaving would mean the usual boredom of the first day and the stifling silence of the room. Sirius didn’t want that and Remus was the only way it would refrain from happening.

So - naturally - Sirius did the thing he did best, meaning that he put on his most charming smile as he jumped up form the bed, grabbing Remus’ arm to stop him.

“No! Wait, it’s no problem, we could do it together? It’s much easier to get the sheets on like that, I promise. And I really don’t want you to get in trouble.”

Round eyes blinked down at him, full of confusion and Sirius was about to apologize and say he could just do it on his own because clearly asking Remus to stay had been a very weird thing to do, when Remus smiled crookedly at him, taking a step back from the door.

Sirius released Remus’ arm from where he was still grasping it and soon the sheets were where they were supposed to be, bed made like it usually was, if a bit more wrinkled, but it’s not like Sirius cared.

They were both standing a bit awkwardly in the middle of the room, knowing that they really had no reason to both be here anymore. Remus snapped out of it first, giving a short nod before saying his goodbyes.

“Well. Thanks for helping, you really didn’t have to do that. Uhm- I’ll be going then.”

Sirius gave him a small smile, watching Remus shuffle out of the room. However, before the door could close fully, Sirius couldn’t help but get another word in.

“So, I’ll see you around then?” His voice was hopeful and he didn’t know why he felt so nervous all of a sudden, waiting for Remus to say something.

“Yeah. See you around.” With that the door closed and silence fell over the room. And Sirius couldn’t help but think that it felt different than all the last years, not as stifling. Somehow he knew, that with Remus here this summer, it wouldn’t be quite as horrible than it normally was.

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