#Mudblood and proud watches

[sk1fanfiction]

blood of the covenant/water of the womb

The Black sisters are so tragic.

I mean, imagine:

As kids, Narcissa is the baby sister that the elder two dote on, while both Narcissa and Andromeda look up to Bellatrix, the proud, beautiful, powerful, accomplished, perfect eldest sister, who has always known who she is and where she's going, but especially Andromeda, since they look so alike she's always been encouraged to act like her too but since Narcissa doesn't have the stereotypical Black looks and her parents didn't follow the Black naming scheme she's encouraged to be her own person a little bit more.

At Hogwarts they're all Sorted into the same House, Slytherin, which only increases their bond. Bella does really well at school, probably the top of her class, which makes Andy, who's only a year or two behind hyperaware of where the bar is. She walks, talks, and dresses like Bella.

Until

Andy follows in Bella's footsteps (who's probably Head Girl by now) and becomes a prefect, but she gets assigned to do rounds with a Muggle-born Hufflepuff. And despite everything she'd been taught, everything she knows to be true, she finds herself falling for him and the worst part is she can't tell anyone, even Bella, the one she has always been able to confide in, always reassured her and set her on the right path.

Meanwhile Druella and Cygnus are arranging Bellatrix's marriage to Roldophus, someone she doesn't even like never mind attracted to but because she's the perfect Black and the perfect daughter she has to do it. And Andromeda sees and fears how she could get trapped, too, how there's another Lestrange boy in her year.

Meanwhile a strange foreign Dark Lord comes to dinner and he's so different to Roldophus and all those other men who think because she's a woman she must be weak and she's just a vessel for their pureblood children. And despite the way she shouldn't feel this way, Bella doesn't care. He listens to Bella's opinions and he takes her seriously and he sees her magical talent and her thirst to prove herself and he's not scared of her in the way others say that she's 'too intense.' And when he offers to train her, and adds that he never does this, she says, one better, I'll follow you.

Andromeda and Narcissa watch this strange man burn the Dark Mark into their sister's arm and they don't know what to think. Narcissa's scared Bella will put herself in danger, that she'll do too much, give too much of herself because she doesn't know when to pull back. And Andy's scared Bella's going down a path she cannot follow, because deep down she can't say she believes in blood supremacy, can't say she hates Ted and she can't figure out a way through so she leaves.

It's like part of Bella's heart has been ripped out. They were all close, the Blacks, but Andy and Bella had a certain je ne sais quoi, they were thick as thieves and inseparable. Bellatrix is the one who burns Andromeda off the tapestry, crying while she does it, the scorned love for her sister, the anger and shame that Andy chose that Mudblood over her turning that love to bottomless hate.

Meanwhile Narcissa, the lucky one, watches it all. Narcissa is the one that gets it all, she's the only one who's able to marry for love and stay with her family but there's also this Andromeda-shaped hole in her and there's a Slytherin resentfulness of being Bellatrix's supporting act.

Every night that Bella is on a mission, Narcissa stays up, even while pregnant with Draco, until she knows her sister is safe.

That fateful Halloween she waits and waits and waits but Bellatrix never comes home. When she finds out her last remaining sister is serving life she completely breaks down. Won't sleep, won't eat. The thought of leaving Draco without a mother is the only thing that helps her hold on. Regulus, Andromeda and Sirius are dead/burned off the tapestry/imprisoned; she and Draco are the last Blacks, that makes their bond even stronger, makes her scared of losing him like she did her sisters. She curses Voldemort for putting her in danger, aware of her feelings for him and that Bella would do anything for them, swears she'll never let that happen to her son.

All the while Andy raises her daughter, who hates the name she gave her in the same way Andy know she would hate the Blacks. Narcissa and Andy watch each other from across crowds; Tonks and Draco are never at school together, never know more than scattered off-hand mentions of a cousin on their mother's side. But both Narcissa and Andy fantasize of a reconcilation, of Tonks babysitting Draco while they rekindle their bond. Neither bridges the gap. That burn, that rift cannot be healed. But they still ache for each other.

When Voldemort returns that fear for Draco grows, but it's tempered with the joy of having Bella back after mourning her for 14 years -- Bella, traumatized, starved, jagged and torn up at the edges, different, but alive.

And just like knowing he was innocent kept Sirius sane, Bella's love and trust of Voldemort is what made her able to hang on. Yes, they're both drastically different physically (the snake face and the emaciation) and mentally (both shaken, less confident), but everything else can be the same. Maybe better.

But everyone is scared. It's not the same world, where the Death Eaters have control and are undefeated. Voldemort is scared of that boy, Narcissa is scared for Draco. It's clear things are not the same, things are not normal. Far from it. Fear makes Voldemort angry, and cold, and distant and nothing she does feels good enough.

And that boy -- lying hateful filthy boy -- he dares suggest that her Voldemort's filthy-blooded like him. No, he must just be taunting her, scaring her. But there are things Voldemort's said, things he's done -- she would notice, the way she hangs on every word he speaks and plays their conversations in her head over and over again in Azkaban -- Bellatrix just does her best to silence it and block it out, all these confusing things, she's a great Occlumens after all.

She'll make things certain, make things right, trim off the weakness, cut out the sickness. Like Sirius. Like that young woman with Andromeda's face and Andromeda's laugh, that filthy half-blood Andy left her to create.

Narcissa can't keep Draco safe like she, the baby sister, couldn't keep Bellatrix safe. When Voldemort burns the Dark Mark into his skin she sees her son emaciated and dead-eyed.

To assuage Narcissa's fears Bellatrix trains Draco like Voldemort trained her; but he's not the same, he's weak, he's moralistic, he looks at her with wide scared eyes and he's a failure. The glory of the Blacks is gone.

All the while, Narcissa's fear grows, when Lucius is imprisoned, when Voldemort's ire turns on her family, on her son, sets him an impossible task. The despair she feels, she hasn't felt for nearly sixteen years -- Bellatrix more interested in eking out morsels of approval from Voldemort and turning her frustration on Draco, and Narcissa by extension.

All the while, Andromeda's fear for her daughter grows, of the danger she puts herself in as an Auror and a member of the Order, and she's reminded of Bellatrix, of how she gives everything of herself and how Nymphadora does too, begging, begging her to hold back.

She's not good enough for him, not with the sickness, the weakness still clinging to her. Bellatrix very much wants to kill the woman with Andy's face. She's always been perfect. It's everyone else around her that's wrong, everyone else who has to go. She'll do better. Try harder.

And when the Snatchers catch that filthy boy, and he slides out of her grasp like a buttered eel, Bellatrix hits the bottom rung of the ladder of despair. She doesn't know who she is, anymore.

Voldemort's retaliation and rejection breaks Bellatrix's heart, but it hardens Narcissa's.

Bellatrix will do anything to make him happy. She finally kills the witch with Andy's face -- do you see -- do you love me now -- but he's still cold, still frightened, still different, and she despairs, but it will be all over when Harry Potter is dead and he can breathe again. They've won. It will be alright. It will go back to normal. She can have it all again -- Voldemort and Narcissa and her perfect, pruned family.

Narcissa will do anything to keep him safe. And so she chooses Draco's life, she lies, her heart in her throat, in front of her beloved sister, to the Dark Lord, with unshed tears in her eyes and Harry Potter's 'corpse' before her.

Bellatrix's death is something Narcissa knew was coming, deep down She mourned her sister sixteen years ago and she mourns her now, but it will all be worth it if Draco survives this ordeal; Potter must win, he must live, Voldemort must die. And Bellatrix will never allow this.

She wishes she could tell Andy that she understands.

#the black sisters #bellatrix lestrange #andromeda tonks #narcissa malfoy #bellatrix black #andromeda black #narcissa black #bellamort #tedromeda #andromeda has middle child syndrome i don't make the rules #been brainrotting about the black sisters a lot while writing these next few chapters #hp meta #long post #fic outline?? #maybe? can i handle other wip? #voldemort doesn't say i love you like a normal person he turns up at bellatrix's front door with the corpse of someone who insulted her #like a cat with a dead mouse #it's okay she knows what he means #sk1 rambles #this is why i have a rambling tag

[a1exisdelrey]

~Aphrodisiac~

Part One.

TW: Dub-Con due to “sex pollen”

It’s your seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Draco Malfoy has been your academic rival since year one but you always manage to be first in the class while he is always one spot behind. It drives Draco insane that a Mudblood like you somehow manages to best him in every topic.

In potions class Draco and you are paired in order to complete the daily brewing assignment: Brew a working vial of Veritaserum. This task proves nearly impossible due to the incessant bickering that ensues between the two of you. You barely manage to get through a quarter of the required process before it is time to clean up and head to the next class. Through a series of dirty looks and snide remarks Draco and you clean up the mess you’ve made and rush to the exit but are stopped by the professor. He tells you that due to the lack of composure and success exhibited, the both of you must attend a detention where you will be required to brew two vials of Veritaserum in order to be dismissed.

When the time comes for detention you are early as always and sit at the brewing stations, organizing ingredients while you wait for Draco to arrive. When he walks in you sigh heavily in preparation for what is sure to be a grueling experience.

“Alright now that both of you are here, you may begin. I’ll be back to check on you in a few hours, but until then,” he walks over to the door and pulls a key out of his pocket waving it towards the both of you, “no leaving under any circumstances.” He walks out and locks the door behind him.

You told yourself that you were going to be on your best behavior but it’s not long before the two of you are arguing about what ingredient goes next and how much of it to use. Draco, as a way to irk you even more, grabs an unlabeled vial full of pink dust and pours it into the cauldron being used to brew the serum.

“Why the bloody hell did you do that,” you exclaimed, infuriated that he ruined the potion.

“It’s not like he it was going to work anyways. I was just speeding along the process,” he said with a smug look on his face.

“Don’t look so proud of yourself Malfoy. Now we’ll have to be here into the night,” you roll your eyes and then focus on the freshly spoiled concoction.

You notice the newly pink liquid has an odd cloud of pink haze surround it. You lean in for a closer look and are bombarded with the delicious smell of roses and honey. You inhale deeply and are met with a delightful warm feeling that starts at your head and moves across your entire body.

“Jesus y/l/n you might as well sink your bloody head into the thing.” Draco watches you smell the potion and leans in to smell for himself, curiosity overtaking him. Once the delightful smell hits his nose he pulls back so quickly that a chair flies to the ground, knocking you out of the slight trance the smell had put you in.

“Fuck! What are you doing Malfoy? You nearly scared me to death,” you say with your hand over your chest.

“Do you have any idea what you were inhaling like a fucking animal, y/l/n? We made an aphrodisiac potion,” he says looking both scared and winded.

You felt your cheeks flush and your palms sweat as you looked at Draco.

“You’re lying,” you accuse Draco, refusing to believe it’s true. Even as you feel your whole body heat up, the sight of Draco being somehow less repulsing and more enticing than it ever has been before.

The two of you have just been intoxicated by a sex potion. And you’re locked in a room together until you successfully brew Veritaserum. What could possibly go wrong?

#draco malfoy #draco #malfoyfamily #draco x reader #draco fanfiction #smut #draco x y/n #yn #sex pollen #fanfic

[apollosrambling]

Cold rain, warm comfort.

@real-levyanno Asked: Heyyo so I was reading a few of your posts and I am in awe of them. I was wondering, when and if you had the time, if you could do Slytherin-depressed-former prefect Reader x Twins? Maybe Pansy finds out Reader isnt a pureblood like everyone thought and so they all turn on him. He becomes depressed and his prefect badge given to Draco. No one seems to notice how affected he is until the twins find him trying to drown in the black lake and that's when they decide to help/confess their feelings?

It’s truly a mystery how long this has been sitting in my inbox. Sorry I made you wait 🤍🖤 also sorry it’s more of a warm up, I haven’t written anything other than AP style in years.

It’s been noticeable, the shift in your mood. The way you haven’t gotten up early to make sure the first years are awake and heading to breakfast, once of your favorite morning rituals. The way your smile doesn’t reach your eyes, or the way you brush off compliments like they’re meant to be deflected.

It’s impossible to know when it started, but the catalyst was that night in the common room, surrounded by your fellow Slytherin’s as the highlands rain beat on the windows.

“You’re a mudblood, aren’t you?” Pansy Parkinson had looked so proud of herself. The quiet laughter and chatter of your peers dying out.

Rather than answer, you stood and left. Only the cloak of night sheltered you, but it was two boys with red hair and blinding smiles who found you perched on the high docks of the lake. Teetering on the edge as you contemplate letting the wind push you into the black glass below.

You’re close to falling when a warm hand grabs yours, nearly searing after the cold that’s settled into your bones.

“What are you doing?” Fred Weasley is holding on to you like if he lets go, you’ll disappear. Maybe you would.

George, who was holding a warm blanket, slides to your side. Before you can protest, you’re bundled and sat. All three of your legs dangling over the docks edge, far enough away to not worry about wet toes.

“Looks to me like our favorite person was about to become an icicle,” George answers. It’s been so long since anyone spoke that you forgot Fred had asked a question.

“Yeah, maybe. Or perhaps he was trying to become one with the merfolk.”

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here.” Your voice isn’t as strong as you’d have prefer it been. The halfhearted kick at George’s feet does nothing other than cause the twins’ eyebrows to raise.

“We’ve noticed you’ve been a bit…” Fred trails off, as if he’s unsure the right way to deliver the blow.

“Sad? Quiet? Melodramatic and rather a downer?”

“That’s not helping, George.”

“Sorry, Fred.”

You watch them poke at each other. Reaching across you and shoving at each other as if their lives aren’t in danger. You worry they’ll accidentally knock each other off.

The absence of your head boy pin feels suffocating. You reach up to the empty space on your sweater, as if expecting it to come back. It won’t, though. It was now resting in Draco Malfoy’s hands, cold and stunned when you had wrenched it from your body and dropped it.

“I quit being head Boy”

The brothers freeze, looking at you with an uncharacteristically serious expression. George leans his body against yours.

“Why’d you go and do that?”

“Parkinson called me a mudblood. She’s right, I don’t even belong in Slytherin.”

The look on George’s face is downright foul. “That’s the biggest load of rubbish I’ve ever heard. You’re one of the most ambitious, determined people I know.”

“Yeah,” Fred weighed in, letting go of your hand to gesture into the air. “Everyone knows you’re the best Head Boy in the school. The first years love you.”

“They did,” you laugh a humorless thing, “they wont anymore. There’s not much to love.”

Now the twins look truly offended.

George doesn’t answer, he just takes your recently freed hands. Pulls your fingers from where they had been picking at your nails, and gently kisses your finger pads.

Fred runs a hand through your hair, fingers brushing along your jawline and the touch of stubble that threatens to poke through.

Having their hands on you is nice. It’s grounding, warm and pleasant in the cold air.

“There’s plenty of you to love.” Fred’s voice is quiet, almost a whisper.

“Some ancient opinion from old, dead wizards means nothing to us. You, though.” George leans close, his hair nearly tickling you. “You mean a whole lot.”

You hope the flush on your cheeks can be excused to the rain that’s slowed to a drizzle, but you know it won’t be.

“You’re just saying that-”

“No,” George is still holding your hand, still caressing your finger tips. “You’re incredible.”

“So kind,”

“And funny.”

“Yeah, Fred and I think you’re going to change the world.”

“Or rule it,” Fred jokes, before his face tightens.

“I’m sorry we didn’t say it sooner.”

“Say what?” You ask, leaning back a bit as the cool wind nips your face and their heat keeps you from freezing.

“That you’re damn near the most perfect person out there.” George’s words are soft but his lips are softer. It’s surprising, in a way. You half expected them to be chapped.

When George pulls away Fred takes your jaw, gently redirecting you to him.

“You’re wonderful.”

#harry potter #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #george weasley #fred weasley x male reader #hp x male reader

[queerregulusablack]

Sometimes all I think about is the house elves storming the final battle IN THE NAME OF BRAVE REGULUS and I cry.

Kreacher going against Walburga and choosing Regulus’ as his master and fighting for the light?!?

Like I know there’s stupid ass discourse over Regulus’ stance even after he willingly died (a very painful death!!) just for the CHANCE of Voldemort’s demise, but in reality like it’s canon (still fuck jkr tho) that in the end Regulus side was against Voldy and all that he stands for?!?

I needed to share, I must bring someone along with me when I spiral over my baby girl Reg 🫶🏼

In the same way that a lot of people in this fandom struggle to perceive real life people as three dimensional, they fail to do so with characters; and Regulus, my sweet son, my good time boy, is a really good example of that.

In the books we get Kreacher telling Harry that Regulus was 'proud to serve', that he was happy about joining up with the Death Eaters; and even if we ignore for a moment that people are fully capable of putting up an emotional front for the sake of their survival, maybe he was! Maybe our Reggie was a purist, maybe he did call muggleborns mudbloods, maybe he laughed when Mulciber was a bully.

But it's made clear from what we hear from Sirius that he was raised in an environment that encouraged that school of thought. It's made clear from the state of Slytherin House even ten years after the end of the war that he never escaped being immersed in that school of thought, because the only person he canonically knew that spoke out against it was Sirius, who apparently hated him, and is implied to have harbored a degree of jealousy over Regulus being seen as a 'better son' - because however much Sirius might have hated his parents that's not something you complain about being reminded of unless you were hurt by it. Not twenty five years after the fact - and who ran away when he was sixteen; when Regulus was fourteen, or fifteen at the very oldest.

And even then. Even having grown up with only the one point of view pushed on him again and again. Even then, when Voldemort almost gets Kreacher killed, when it is revealed he's tampering with dark magic even Slughorn, head of Slytherin fucking House is wary of, Regulus' plan is to risk his life to get rid of it with the ultimate goal of Voldemort being defeated and killed.

Like SORRY but I do think sacrificing your life in the hopes of defeating the worst evil the wizarding world is facing at the time earns you a little grace and sympathy. I think making that choice at eighteen years old is probably enough to earn you some more nuanced consideration than 'oh his elf said he was happy to be a death eater and his very obviously scorned and speaking after twenty five years of not seeing him brother said he was soft so therefore he must have been evil and the fact he sacrificed his life as practically a child doesn't mean anything'.

Sorry! I'm sorry you're so boring. I'm sorry you don't think people can change and grow from their past actions. I'm sorry your sad little life revolves around being a fucking buzzkill and having no taste in narrative progression or nuanced character work. Sorry you're so attached to the barebones canon of a Literal Transphobe that you feel the need to be a bitch on the internet about other people having fun. Sorry. Not my problem though leave me and my boy Reggie alone.

Anyway. I love my boy Regulus. I love his codependent relationship with his weird house elf. I love that in the end the house elves of Hogwarts rose up in Regulus' name, not Albus fucking Dumbledore's, bc I'd bet anything those elves still remember the reserved little boy who used to come into the kitchens and watch them work and spoke to them all so politely.

Anyone who wants to talk shit about my boy square up for a fist fight.

Advanced warning that I cheat and I will bite you.

#owl post #old man yells at cloud #Regulus Black Supremacy idk about your faves but mine is better #suck my dick kiss my ass ect ect #I'm sorry you're boring but in this house we love and respect RAB #I'm with you on that spiral anon I'm off I'm gone

[thefairyprincessmindset]

something good and right and real

It is real, says Professor McGonagall as she takes the Grangers' baby girl away. Hermione thinks that this all feels like a book; like a story, but she is not the main character. She is simply dreaming and will soon wake up.

Of course she is magic, say her parents, Our wonderful little girl, beaming proudly as Hermione examines her new wand. Hermione knows they love her, are proud, would be proud even if it was a mistake and she was still ordinary.

You're one of us now, Parvati says kindly as she paints Hermione's nails vivid red to match their new uniforms. Lavender and the others watch from their beds, smiling. Hermione thinks that maybe having friends could be good.

Can you help me? asks Ron, biting his lip over a Potions essay, and Hermione thinks that maybe it is a little wonderful to be needed. To be wanted.

Mudblood, sneers Malfoy, and Hermione realizes that maybe this world is not a fairytale. That maybe this is something darker.

Insufferable, Snape says, and hate simmers in Hermione's stomach. She is not. She knows she is not. She refuses to be insufferable. Hermione swears it to herself; she will make people like her.

Would you go to the Ball with me? Viktor asks, and Hermione's heart explodes into a million shining fireworks. Here is one person that does not find her insufferable. Here is one person that cares. When he kisses her at the end of the night, Hermione thinks that maybe she could get used to it.

Emotional range of a teaspoon, grumbles Hermione one night, ignoring Ron's baffled look and storming upstairs. She doesn't think it's really fair how Harry talks about Cho; she'd act the same if it was her boyfriend that died. Hermione starts to understand that girls like Cho will always be labeled as shallow and weak, and girls like herself will always be labeled as insufferable. There is a storm at the edges of her school, her sanctuary, and Hermione does not like it.

We made it, says Ron in disbelief, as they gaze out across the Hall; it's still full of bodies, still full of Fred's laugh and Tonks' bubblegum hair, Remus' threadbare jackets and Colin's bright, flashing camera. Lavender's bright red nails. The scars Bellatrix carved into Hermione will always be there, and Hermione feels an odd satisfaction as she stares down at the woman's corpse. Hermione lays the evil, evil woman's wand on her body and walks away. Ron kisses her for the second time that day (night? She doesn't know, for once) and Hermione lets herself get lost in it.

#hermione granger #romione #ron weasley #harry potter #draco malfoy #ron x hermione #fred weasley #weasley #nymphadora tonks #remus lupin #bellatrix lestrange #cho chang #severus snape #minerva mcgonagall #lavender brown #parvati patil #viktor krum #headcanon

[thecursebreaker]

The Marauders: The Noble House of Black

Chapter 1: Changes

The House of Black is a renowned pureblood house, where traditional family values and purist beliefs are law. Walburga and Orion Black were arranged to wed shortly after leaving their school lives, before becoming workers in the Ministry of Magic. There is no love in their marriage, no friendship or kinship between them. It was miraculous that they were able to bring in two sons to the world. From the start Sirius was a force to reckon with, being born 9 lbs and 4 ounces, a full head of hair. kicking and screaming. Regulus was born as he would live: skinny, timid, silent and observing. But they were never alone, they always had one another. As they grew  they found themselves in a box. They were expected to be respectable, intelligent and above all leaders. And they were.

The year is 1971, Sirius and Regulus sat on Sirius' bed, the room full of posters glued to the wall; musicians, women and motorbikes and an explosion of technicolour. Both boys are small, frail and skinny, the size of the bed engorging them. Pillows scattered around the room. Laying side by side the screaming from downstairs gets louder. What it's about this time, who knows. Looking at one another Sirius watches the muscle between Regulus' brow tense. Getting up Sirius walks across the room bending over

‘Reg I think it's time for some music’

Bringing up David Bowie's Hunky Dory album, a wide smile spreads across Sirius and Regulus' face. That's something they had in common, world changing smiles.  Not bothering on the damaged sleeve edges Sirius flips the record in his hands bringing it down to the player. This is the moment where the air lifts and feels electric, stars begin to shine in their eyes as the starting piano of ‘Changes’ begins to play. 

Jumping back onto the bed with a thud Regulus releases a loud laugh, laying side by side the two brothers face one another, smiles brighter than the sun and suddenly the screaming from downstairs dies down, and it's just Sirius and Regulus…… and David Bowie.

Chapter 2: Oh you pretty thing

Summer comes and it was time for the annual Ministry of Magic conference and ball, where the top of the organisation gather and trade stories of beasts and muggles, mudbloods and purist values. Orion Black is a strong willed man, righteous in his ways and beliefs, his way or none at all. This being said there was no warmth from him, not towards his wife, nor his sons. He has a white hot anger, burning under his skin and through his veins, he is a force to be reckoned with.

These are qualities he would have been proud to distil into his sons, had they turned out different. With a harsh shove unlocking the front door of number 12 Grimmauld way, the wood slams against the wall. Orion and his wife walk into the room, Walburgas hand holding Sirius' shoulder in a vice grip. With a flick of her wrist Walburga throws Sirius away as Orion back hands him hurtling towards the floor, landing with a thud, pain, relief and fear wash over his face in a flash of emotions. With fire under his skin, burning in his eyes Sirius looks up in a state of defiance as he begins to speak.

‘I didn’t even’

‘Be quiet, insolent boy. Do you have any idea how to control your actions?’ Walburga begins.

Regulus watches as their father walks over Sirius going into the living room, ignoring the son he hit, the berating he is getting from his mother. 

‘You’re nothing but a weak child, how dare you go against what you were told. This is a big moment for your father and I. How could you be so rude’

Walburga carries on as blood trickles down Sirius' brow, Regulus notices straight away. Walburga carries on, droning on. Screaming at Sirius all while ignoring Regulus. 

Chapter 3: Eight line poem

Christmas comes as Regulus is sitting in his room, awaiting Sirius' return from school, Hogwarts obviously. Sirius had only been gone 2 months but it felt like hell without him. The vast loneliness of feeling like an only child is something he had never wanted, these past two months as evidence. He’s been excited all day, woke at the crack of dawn and had brushed his teeth before the morning birds began to sing. 

Itching is the best word to describe how Regulus felt. He wants to hear all about Sirius' time away, living through the tales of big school and dorm rooms. There's a bang downstairs. Jumping from the bed Regulus fluffy socks connect to the floor, pacing to the door as mother said it was improper to run. 

Screaming. Screaming from his parents again. Apologising. Apologising coming from Sirius, he sounds so small, meak. 

‘Im Sorry, I’m Sorry’

‘It’s not my fault’

‘I tried to change it, please mum’

Screaming, a different type. One Regulus hadn’t heard before. This is more primal. Apologising, a different type. One where there's gasps of breath and begging to stop. It doesn’t take a genius to guess what's happening. Its natural evolution. The parents who scream at one another and their children, are the parents who will hit their children.

The screaming stops, the apologising and crying doesn’t. Whatever happened stalled Regulus at his door, not brave enough to help. This is a change, a new danger.

Chapter 4: Life on Mars?

Later on Sirius and Regulus lay on Sirius' bed, there's a noticeable cut on Sirius' brow as bruises form around his cheekbone. David Bowie's Hunky Dory plays in the background once again, filling the air creating a bubble for the two brothers. 

‘It was brilliant Reg, we were running down the halls with stink bombs and Peter, the shy one, fell under his laces and bust his lip on the ground’

Sirius talks animatedly looking to his ceiling as though star gazing, a wide smile covering his face, hands moving widely in strange motions. Regulus lays on his back, but facing Sirius.

‘And we get to choose where we sit so me, James - he's the potters kid, Remus and Peter all sit at the back and plan pranks’

This is what Regulus missed, the life in Sirius' voice. The house was so empty of life when he went away, it felt like the sun hitting that warm spot on the floor, creating a pool of heat to sleep in.

‘And obviously mother would hate them, all the best though really. Wouldn’t want Orion and Walburga junior. God they’re brilliant Reg. You’ll love them’

Regulus' eyes glaze over, imagining how these boys might look, sound, feel like. Are they full of life like Sirius? Do their parents cringe at the sight of them? With fear in his voice, shy, slow and quiet Regulus asks

'Will they like me Sirius?’

Without a beat Sirius turns to Regulus, eyes sparkling as though Regulus had asked him the most ridiculous question. Winking back to his younger brother.

‘I’ve got a bed for you in the dorm ready’

The two brothers smile at one another, Sirius getting up forcing Regulus up, laughing, to dance as brothers, but mostly as best friends. There is so much happiness and life, they are together and it's all going to be okay again. Regulus doesn’t even have time to think about Sirius leaving. 

Chapter 5: Kooks

It's the summer before Regulus' first year at school, the two boys are in Sirius' room, as usual, while Regulus sits on the bed going through his school list of equipment, and Sirius walks around the room, fixing posters up and looking for the Hunky Dory Album

‘Alright Alright Reg, pipe down its sending my head west’

“What does that even mean?" Regulus replies with a sneer upper lip.

Smirking back Sirius says ‘Just something I learnt at school, Remus and Peter are northern, got that weird accent. Can’t speak properly. I think it's absolutely brilliant, these muggle words’

Regulus tries to go back to his list, finalising on opening his acceptance letter. He hadn’t opened it yet, with only a week before he started he was too afraid. The scenes of what happened to Sirius when he wasn’t placed in Slytherin replay.  

‘Open the letter yet you little sod?’

‘Again speak normally, Salazar's sake. No I haven’t I don’t want to’ Pausing his breath holds, looking to Sirius' eyes the boys stop, silent yet everything that needed to be said has been with an exchange of looks. Sirius walks over, finally getting the album on the record player. Softly sitting on the bed. 

‘Well if you’re a wimp I guess I'll just’ Going to grab the acceptance letter Regulus holds it close to his chest. Looking down with a huff Regulus tears the seal. Somewhere in his mind he knows it’ll be okay Sirius' there and this just means he will always have his brother, the other part doesn’t want to hurt his parents.

‘Well, congrats Reg, knew you’d be a swot and get in’ As though his name alone wouldn't secure his place the day he was born.

Regulus jumps onto Sirius as they laugh and rough house. Sirius quickly changes his mood not wanting to show Damon the fear he has about losing his brother, if he does end up in Slytherin. Really wanting to be happy for his brother, refusing to believe this will change them. 

Chapter 6: Quicksand

Another year has passed and summer has arrived, the two brothers lay back at home, away from the safe haven of school. It had been tense ever since Regulus was placed in Slytherin, something the boys hadn't talked about, refusing to address as they try to carry on.

Sirius lays spread on the couch as his father sits across from him. This isn't something Sirius wanted, to be around Orion, but he had been so tired from the previous night's beating, showing in his baggy jeans and leather jacket, that he hadn't made the effort to leave the room. 

The next events happen fast as Walburga drags Regulus into the room, face furious, thunder in her voice as she throws him to the floor. 

‘You god forsaken child, you horrendous stain on our name’

Throwing a well read copy of George Orwell’s 1984, a common left wing read. Ians face twists in rage

‘ Found this under his pillow, pillock couldn’t find somewhere better to hide it. Are you stupid as well as immoral. A muggle book!’

Taking off his belt Orion stands as he doubles it over, Regulus' face now stained with tears, silent. Sirius' face shocked, sitting up now.

‘You right git, go crying to mother. You had no right to steal that. I was borrowing it from Remus and you had no right to take it’ feigning furious Sirius acts towards Regulus. Regulus' face twists, lips shaking not understanding what's going on. Sirius turns to Walburga.

‘I’ll have that back now’

‘Like hell you will’

Orion turns to Regulus looking him over, making eye contact with the boy as he turns to back hand Sirius, belt buckle on his knuckles. Sirius falls to the fall ungraciously a yelp of pain. Orion stands over him, towering over him as he always had. Turning to Regulus.

‘Good lad, next time bring it straight to your mother or I’

Turning had to Sirius, white anger in their eyes as they stared at one another, a reflection of one another.

‘Walburga take Regulus out’

Sirius' chest rapidly rises and falls. Fists clench, never breaking eye contact, not backing down.

‘Be back for tea’

Walburga ushers out Regulus, face still furious she whispers to him 

‘Be a good lad and stay away from your brother. He’s a stain and cannot be saved, you will not be a disappointment as he has shown himself to be’

As they walk out the door they hear gasps of breath, the impact of hits, mumbled anger and of all, defiance.

Chapter 7: Fill your heart

Sirius finds solace in his friends at school, a band of brothers, a group of marauders who don’t fit in. Being away from home makes it feel like he can breathe, have his own life and personality. So going home for Christmas in his 3rd year of school was not something he looked forward to. He had become liberal, outspoken, everything his parents hated. It was common knowledge that the Black heir was outcast by his family for his 'radical' views. 

Coming back Christmas had almost passed, carollers singing on the street as Saint Nick was to come through the night, and the house was quiet. Maybe it was the length of Sirius' hair, or the leather jacket, or even the endless streams of photos and posters he glued to his walls that Walburga couldn’t retrieve. 

‘You ungrateful brat’

‘I hate you’ 

‘Worthless child’

Screaming is coming from both ends. Old enough now to scream back, no longer feeling the fear Sirius and his parents battle. Regulus sits in his room, under his much too large bed, beneath the safety of his blanket, twirling the rings around his finger, one he shared with Sirius. 

It's not long before the screaming starts, the different types of screaming. No longer are there pleas for forgiveness, only screams of terror and anger. Sirius never gives up shouting back, fighting.

‘You’re wrong’

‘They’re my true family’ 

‘You’re crazy and as soon as you see that it’ll be too late’

‘People are people’

‘I will not be a pawn in your game of politics, it's wrong and you know it’

Still twirling his ring that lasts longer this time, there's a loud violence in the air impacting Regulus' breathing, his perspective of time as he feels it lasts hours on end. It does, last hours that is. But it feels more like days. The shouting stops as their parents storm out the house, fixing whatever damage Sirius has done. 

Sirius bounds up the stairs rushing to his room, limping, bleeding, scared and out of breath. The rush of adrenaline pushed him through the pain. There's no time to spare. He grabs a bag, starts to empty his draws into them, underwear, socks. 

Regulus finally gets up from his bed, grabbing a first aid kit he made for these situations. Its made of a frayed bag and some cheap plasters and materials. And antiseptic if Sirius was lucky, none of them old enough to practice magic outside Hogwarts. Taking it to Sirius' room was a routine now. It had been for a while. Sirius comes home, Sirius argues with parents, Sirius' punished, Regulus takes care of Sirius.

Walking to Sirius' doorway Regulus stops, shocked. No longer is Sirius hiding grace of the violence, acting like this is okay, this is normal. No more brave face Sirius is mad. The white hot anger that he shares with his father prominent,

‘Good, Reg get your bags we’re going’

‘What?’

‘We’re leaving here, get your bags’

‘What?’

Shouting Sirius screams ‘They’re psychos, mad. Mad on power and illusion. And I for one will not stand for it. You hear that you are self righteous bastards. Fuck you’ His voice breaking giving out.

Regulus walks over to the bed, watching Sirius pace around the room. Putting things in his bag, looking through his records with his back to Regulus.

‘ We'll live with the Potters, James' parents. He's an only child and they’ve always wanted more, they love me. They’re minted to so it won’t be that different, they have the room’

Sirius carries on looking through his record collection, packing down his record player. Regulus sats silent, unmoving on the bed

‘And then you’ll meet Remus and Peter properly, they come for christmas’

Sirius begins smiling, a wide smile, of fresh air, freedom and excitement. Regulus stairs on, unblinking. Hearing the words but not taking them in. Knowing what Sirius' saying but not understanding them. 

‘And they have a big garden where we can all play quidditch and our rooms will be next to each other and we can listen to records at night again’

Turning around holding the Hunky Dory album, Sirius' 10 mile smile halts. Regulus hasn’t said anything. Regulus hasn’t moved. Eyebrows touching one another, his body ridgid.

‘Reg, get up. Come on. We’ve got to go’

There's a quiet violence in the air, different to the kicking and screaming and the beatings. This is worse. The air is full of smoke yet it's clear. Drowning on dry land. Becoming too tired to carry on swimming succumbing to the water. This is much, much worse. A start to the end. And in this moment both brothers realise.

‘For Godricks sake Reg get the fuck up, get your shit together we don’t have long’

‘No’

This is the moment the ice hits the titanic, where there is nowhere to go but the end. This was not meant to happen. Sirius gets angry again. Regulus becomes irate

‘Reg don’t argue with me on this please’

Sirius begins to beg, ready to fall on his knees, crawl for him to follow. 

‘No. I don’t know what's happened between you and Mother but fix it, it’ll go back to normal’

Regulus chooses not to notice the scars that cover Sirius' back, the bruises currently littering his arms or the cuts that decorate his face as though ornaments on a christmas tree. 

‘No, do not take their side’

‘Why not? They’re right you’re being unreasonable’

‘Don’t be dense Reg we both know they’re wrong’

‘So what’ Regulus screams ‘Who cares, they’re our family, we can’t just leave’

Tears begin to fall from Sirius' face in a sense of drama, much like a damn that's broken as the water rushed past its barriers. 

‘No, Regulus, get your bag. Please’ His voice breaks, words coming hard as he fights for Regulus. ‘You have to come with me, we’ll be happy it’s okay’

With a burst of anger Regulus sneers ‘No, It’s not and if you want to be a child and run away go ahead. Just know once you’re done with the dramatics I'll be waiting’. Regulus storms out the room, slamming the door as Sirius stares in horror. The flood gates fully open as he packs David Bowie's Hunky Dory album.

Chapter 8: Andy Warhol

It hits midnight, Christmas morning a few hours away as the world sleeps in preparation for Santa and his reindeers. The Potter house is full of light and life as the family share drinks and tales of Christmas past. They didn’t expect a guest, so when the door thudded three times and the frost on the windows began to crack James was confused, who could be here at this time?

Getting up from the couch in his christmas pyjamas James answers the door, while a smile faltering as he realises who it is

‘Padfoot?’

Sirius tries to be strong, tries to hold it together, with a valiant effort he tries his best. ‘I’m - I didn’t know where to go’

James' mother Euphemia comes around the door. Euphemia looks every part the mother Walburga wasn’t. She had warm, kind eyes, smooth skin with wrinkles showing a life full of happiness. A stark change to Walburgas stern, unmoving face.

‘James, who's there? Sirius dear? Are you okay, you’ll catch a cold out there. Come in, before you catch death’

Sirius couldn’t hold it, as soon as he walks into the house, seeing the love that is shared he breaks down to his knees, sobbing, heartfelt, Earth crushing sobs escape his mouth

‘He, He wouldn’t come. I had to leave. He wouldn’t come with me, oh god fuck he, he didn’t listen he wouldnt come’

‘Who dear, what's happening?’ 

‘Reg, he didn’t come with me, I couldn’t save him, he wouldn’t listen. We have to go back, we have to get him please’

Realisation dawns over the Potters faces as Mrs Potter sends Mr Potter to set up a room for Sirius, next to James'. James and Euphemia try to calm Sirius down, huddling around him like a cocoon. Letting him cry, giving him love. Sirius' world has crashed in a night and there's nothing they could do, or say to change it.

Chapter 9: Song for Bob Dylan

School is back in session and it’s almost as though the brothers had never known each other. Not for lack of trying. Sirius had sent letters and plenty of owls to Regulus all over the Christmas break, to no reply. Thinking that this was just a cooling down period Sirius gave Regulus space.

Walking down the corridors Sirius, James, Remus and Peter walk tall, as if they own the school, as though they’ve nothing to hold them back, to shy away from. Laughing and justling between themselves, smiles wide and bright as they walk between lessons.

In this moment created by the fates the brothers end at different ends of the corridor, one noticing the other, the other turning away. Sirius' smile widens as he catches Regulus' eye, missing his brother was like missing air in his lungs, as though living without them is death alone. Waving his hands widely as they come close, trying to catch Regulus' eye. Regulus looks up.

‘Oi Reg how’s it been , what's been -’

Before Sirius has a chance to finish his sentence Regulus walks past the group of boys, keeping eye contact with Sirius as he walks past. This was a common tactic the boys had done before, together. That was when it was the brothers against the world, against their parents, not each other. This meant they were opposites, no longer cut from the same cloth. Again Sirius' heart crumbles  inside his chest and Regulus' turns cold, burnt to ash. 

Chapter 10: Queen Bitch

It's summer again in the Black household. It’s quiet. It has been since Sirius left. No longer is there noise from his room, records playing and constantly changing. No longer noise from downstairs as he challenges his parents. Regulus lays in his bed, his cheeks more hollow and the bags under his eyes like ink stains. All the photos of  Sirius are gone. All of the memories of Sirius are gone.

The fighting starts downstairs, Walburga and Orion are in disagreement, again. The one thing they agree is they should’ve never married, a marriage of convenience doesn’t seem so convenient anymore. 

Regulus leans over from his bed to grab his headphones, plugging them in he starts David Bowie's Hunky Dory. It’s not the same. Sirius would berate him for listening to,  in his words 'God's masterpiece of love, life and never giving in the best album ever made’, through headphones instead of a record, on the speakers. Sirius believed this album was meant to be played loud, to be danced to, enjoyed. Regulus wasn’t enjoying it very much anymore.

Chapter 11: The Bewlay Brothers

Its turning spring and the sun is beginning to shine and nature is replenished. The Marauders sit outside after class as Sirius and James rough house, trying to bring one another down. Many would mistake the two for brothers with their closeness, and the fact that Sirius has now lived in the Potters for almost  a year now. 

Remus and Peter sit side by side, Remus is trying his hardest, while wrapped in a thick scarf, boots and a coat, to tutor Peter in the stars and planets - Astrology. Peter can’t concentrate, with the occasional ‘ Oof’ and ‘GO on Prongs’ with a mixture of laughter, James and Sirius have his attention.

Regulus comes by, forced to walk past to get to his next lesson on time, otherwise risking being late, which mother and father wouldn’t approve of. He doesn’t want to see Sirius, he actually hates him, hates what he stands for, how he acts, how he talks and how he left him to be replaced with James. Bitter. Bitter is what Regulus had become, cold, heartless and bitter. Inside he was still a young boy, scared of what's to come, what's expected from him. 

As much as Regulus wanted to go unnoticed, he desperately wanted Sirius to notice him, beg for forgiveness, come home and make things right again. So, in a dramatic sense he scoffs with his nose turned up in an aristocratic fashion. 

Catching Sirius' attention they make eye contact, blue eyes connected. One brother's eyes a light blue mixture of blue orchids and the morning dusk coming in. The other brothers a dark steel grey blue, crashing waves on a tyrant ocean fighting against the rocks.

‘Aye Reg, come ‘ere you used to love this’

With a scoff ‘used to being the key word’

James and Sirius stop, separating and standing tall, towering over Regulus. Peter no longer laughed, confused. Peter was always slightly out of the loop. Remus understood, he had listened to Sirius cry with night terrors well before Sirius ran away.

‘Why are you being such a dick?’ Sirius snaps back to him. In the short time Sirius had been staying with James he had become very protective. The same with Remus and Peter. These were his family now, and the way Regulus was looking down at them reminded him all too well of his mother. This ignited a flame inside Sirius.

‘Maybe since you were disowned and before I grew up, I would’ve never loved to rough about like blood traitors’

Sirius steps forward and snaps ‘I left, I wasn’t kicked out, or disowned it was my choice’

With a puff and eye roll Regulus turns to walk away, leaving the boys stunned 

‘Whatever helps you sleep at night’

Sirius goes to run forward to jump on his brother. Wanting so badly to take him down a level, to knock out his parents' intrusion on his mind, his personality. He wants to hold him until his little brother returns, not the person who stands in front of him. Before he can take a step James takes Sirius down in a side tackle, pinning him down in a rough housing. Peter begins to laugh again and Remus rolls his eyes. The boys go back to how it was 5 minutes prior, as though Regulus hadn’t hurt them, hadn’t impacted Sirius, hadn’t ruined the whole day.

Chapter 12: Hunky Dory

In Sirius' last year him and Regulus had become estranged, gone down different paths and hated one another for it. They were the same, the same brothers, the same social standing in their respective groups with the same hatred between each other's friendship groups. As Regulus went through school he began to hang out with the pureblood - Slytherin- kids. The kids that Sirius and him were forced to sit with and talk to at functions. The same insufferable kids the brothers often pranked and made fun of. 

It wasn’t uncommon for the brothers to cross paths while at school, it was bound to happen, and yet every time it happened it ended in a screaming match and fight. This was no exception.

‘Reg please, come with me, once I finish school I'll get a flat and you can live with me, I'm here’ Sirius is grabbing Damons wrists begging him to stay, eyes full of tears shining through his black lashes.

‘I don't WANT to live with you, you’re pathetic’ in anger Regulus pushes away taking steps back, not wanting to be tainted by his blood traitor brother. It had been far too long and too much had built between them, too many barriers.

‘And you couldn’t sound any more like mother Reg’ This was meant to hurt Regulus, had someone said this to Sirius it would have been an on sight fight, Regulus takes this as a compliment, proud to be worthy of his name

‘Yeah better than you. And it’s Regulus we aren’t kids anymore. You’ve nothing going for you, you’ve pissed it down the drain’

‘You can be a right git you know’

‘Takes one to know one’ Regulus begins to walk away, anger consuming him Sirius grabs his wrist trapping him in this moment. He will not allow him to walk away from him.

On his last tether Sirius brings him closer ‘ Please, come home, come with me, let me help you’ he begs Regulus, he can’t imagine leaving him, yet he already has and Regulus can’t forgive that.

Regulus' eyes turn hard once again, any momentary forgiveness or brotherly loyalty gone.

‘I am home, you’re the one who left’ Regulus pulls his arms away, walking away at a fast pace. The two brothers are on different sides of the fight. This was a relationship that couldn’t be fixed. Two brothers who use to listen to David Bowie and talk to the stars, now estranged strangers.

From the start Sirius was a force to reckon with, being born 9 lbs and 4 ounces, a full head of hair. kicking and screaming. Regulus was born as he would live: skinny, timid, silent and observing. But they were never alone, they always had one another. As they grew  they found themselves in a box. They were expected to be respectable, intelligent and above all leaders. And they were.

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The Slytherin Princess

Chapter 6

Chapter warnings: Blood as always, Injury, Almost dying, Tom has feelings (kinda)

As per the recent norm, Tom was waiting for you after class. His dark eyes bore into yours making you shift feeling naked. "What?" You tried to snap, but it came out weakly. "Nothing." He says after a moment. Then he shakes his head then looks away.

"Avery should be there today. I imagine your rematch will go no differently." Tom walks towards the training grounds as he speaks. "If you have no hope for him, why do this at all?" You ask keeping pace beside him. "He will learn. Once he can control his emotions he'll be a great wizard. They all will, but he has far too much pride." Tom replies. "Is that why you want him to duel a 'mudblood'? Have him knocked down by someone he considers weaker and lesser to hurt his pride?" Tom smirks at this, his eyes flicker to yours. "Yes, That's definitely part of it. I meant what I said the first day though, none of them have been able to hold their own against me the way you have. Until they can, you will train them."

Once you get to the training field Lestrange volunteers to go first; stepping forward when the rest of the group kept their distance. "I'd rather get my ass handed to me now and use the rest of the time to figure out what went wrong than have to limp back immediately after." He laughs. "I don't know I think you might have me this time." You reply kindly. The both of you know you're lying. Wands at the ready, Bow, Pace, You turn to attack and-…

Tom

Tom found himself smiling with his arms crossed at Y/n's interaction with Lestrange. It was good for her to both embrace and be embraced by other pure bloods, even if they didn't know her status. Lestrange had always been smart, he probably sensed she was different. And he was always the most talented in the group at dueling, Tom suspected he would be the first to knock her on her ass. Not anytime soon of course, but one day. With any luck, they all would come out of this as good as Y/n.

He watched as the two of them as they got in position. "Bombarda!" An explosion threw Y/n back and slammed her into a tree. Blood pooled around her limp frail looking body on the ground; she must have thrown into a branch. Avery stood defiant and proud to the side sporting a shit eating grin. "Crucio!" Tom heard himself cast the spell. Avery collapsed screaming. Good. Tom ran to Y/n. 'She can't die like this." His thoughts repeated over and over. "Help her!" he screamed commanding his followers. As he held her, parts of her skin blistered under his hands, a gaping wound poured blood from her back. His ears were ringing and it felt as though everything was happening in slow motion. No one was moving fast enough.

Y/n was taken to the infirmary. She was alive. Avery was taken… somewhere else. He was also alive. For now at least. Y/n had lost a lot of blood and had second and third degree burns on her chest and arms, perdominately on the right side. Tom had told the nurse they had been searching for rare herbs in the forbidden forest to impress slughorn with, when they were attacked by someone they didn't recognize. Tom had been chewed out and reminded that the forbidden forest was in fact, forbidden. 50 points were taken from Slytherin. That didn't matter. And Tom had to meet with the head master in the morning. Still, Tom refused to leave Y/n's side all day and had even snuck out passed curfew to sit beside her at night.

Tom experienced something he had not done since he was a boy at the orphanage. Tom Marvolo Riddle, cried. He didn't mean to, he didn't even realize it was going to happen. Silently, hot tears streamed down his face as he watched Y/n sleep. His hand reached up and touched them. Confusing thing to do. Pointless. Tears don't solve anything. And there were problems that needed to be delt with. Avery. He needed to be delt with. But Tom found he couldn't think straight so he decided to go to the restricted section to read up on Y/n's family. Maybe He'd find something to help her there.

As he rose to leave the moonlight coming in from the window shown on Y/n's wrist, stopping him in his tracks. 'Tom Marvolo Riddle' He almost laughed. Stupid girl. He had wondered what is was Y/n wrote with the quill. Now he knew. The nurse must have thought we were a couple messing around with forbidden magic and she accidentally got injured. Tom frowned, not liking how close that was to the truth. He would have to erase the memory of her wrist from any attending in the morning.

#fanfiction #reader insert #tom riddle #harry potter #Tom has feelings #Almost #injury #awww Tom cares #Maybe #Avery is a shit #I dont hate him I just needed a bad guy

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300 prompts, categories and character descriptions.

Leave however many prompts you want with the genre of writing and any necessary character descriptions and any extra detail needed. :) (make sure you also leave

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¡Prompts! (From Pinterest)

1. Why did you leave me

2. Am I that useless to you

3. I hate you

4. I love you

5. Can you hug me

6. Do I mean anything to you

7. Please stop your hurting me

8. Don't look at me

9. You disappoint me

10. I am (so) proud of you

11. Can I sleep beside/with you tonight

12. I'm scared

13. Can I hug you

14. Please hold me

15. Your hands are shaking

16. Stay by my side it doesn't have to be forever

17. Promise you'll return alive

18. I've always hated you

19. I've always loved you

20. Your safe now I've got you

21. Your the only one I trust to do this

22. Your too good for me

23. You've got to be kidding me

24. Have you lost your damn mind

25. Please don't leave me

26. Why don't you come over here and make me

27. Are you jealous

28. I almost lost you

29. Wanna bet

30. Looks like we'll be trapped a while

31. Just once

32. Shut up

33. It's not what it looks like

34. Sometimes it's hard to keep pretending

35. And if I don't

36. I can't help but stare

37. Make me

38. Can't you pretend you love me just once

39. Is your ego really that big

40. Come dance with me

41. Just shut up for one minute

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42. What are you afraid of

43. Just love me damnit

44. I'm broken and unfixable

45. She's mine

46. I suggest you back off

47. Fuck off mate

48. I'm not watching you mope around like a loser

49. I'm trying to break up with you

50. Did you ever care

51. I was a fucking game

52. Im not your toy

53. She's so annoying

54. Your nothing but a stupid mudblood

55. You tried to kill me

56. I could've killed her

57. Im a monster

58. I hate myself to

59. How'd you do that

60. She never smiles anymore

61. She only smiles when he's around

62. I'd rather date Sirius

63. This time your 'prank' went to far

64. Just my parents

65. You don't deserve this

66. They don't deserve you

67. You have a beautiful voice

68. She's stunning

69. I have to go I'm sorry

70. I can't do this

71. Are we just friends

72. You could never hurt me

73. Your a wolf

74. Are you serious

75. I'd never date you

76. I don't believe you darling

77. You're cheating on me

78. It's over

79. Im pretty sure I'm drunk but you're really hot

80. We can't do this

81. Im sorry

82. It's better this way

83. "Fuck you!" "When?"

84. Im going

85. Im stopping at nothing to get her back

86. Because I'm in love with you god damnit

87. It's too late for me

88. I fancy you

89. Would you fancy a date day at hogsmade this Saturday

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90. Im tired of being your secret

91. Who did this to you

92. You are not fine

93. I thought you hated me

94. Im not leaving you

95. I don't owe you an explanation

96. I thought pushing her away was for the better

97. Nobody wants me

98. I want an answer goddamnit

99. No one's ever done that to me before

100. This feels nice

101. I haven't been hugged in years

102. Im pathetic

103. Im not happy here

104. I want my best friend back

105. Go away

106. If he can't see how amazing you are that's his loss

107. What are you smiling about

108. What's in it for me

109. Do you ever stop talking

110. Isn't this what you wanted

111. She's better off

112. Can I hold your hand

113. You can't do that shit

114. You can borrow mine

115. I'll wait

116. He hit me

117. Your one of them

118. I like your scars

119. Don't fall asleep on me

120. Can I date your brother

121. Your a deatheater

122. Don't make me say something I'll regret

123. Can I braid your hair

124. Your really pretty

125. Let me help you

126. You stubborn arse

127. Your in love with her

128. Stay I need you more than you know

129. Your killing me here

130. Tell me I'm wrong

131. I'd be lying to you

132. Lie to me

133. Prove it

134. I'll never get another chance to say this

135. I never stood a chance did I

136. Tell me again

137. This is why we can't have nice things

138. Do you regret it

139. I'm not going anywhere

140. Another nightmare

141. You've thought about it haven't you

142. We need to talk about last night

143. We were drunk we can just put it behind us

144. You were my biggest mistake

145. Are you drunk

146. What happens if I do this

147. I can't have you

148. Just for tonight

149. Be mine for just one night

150. She was crying because of you

151. We're not just friends and you fucking know it

152. You could die and I couldn't care less

153. I never cared

154. Please don't cry I can't stand to see you cry

155. Walk out that door and were through

156. Yell, scream, shout, say something

157. I can't breathe

158. I hate how much I love you

159. Where do you think your going

160. I'm not letting you walk at night alone three miles back

161. I need time and space

162. Run away like you always do you fucking coward

163. You can keep pretending it didn't happen all you want but guess what it fucking did

164. Can't we just be friends again

165. Stop acting like your okay cause I know your not

166. Just talk to me

167. Bite me

168. If you insist

169. I think I'm in love with you and that scares the shit out of me

170. I think your just afraid to be happy

171. I'm afraid I'll hurt her

172. Why are you so nice to me

173. Choose me

174. Shut up and kiss me

175. Your blushing

176. Is that my shirt

177. This is awkward

178. Please come home I miss you

179. It won't happen again

180. I don't see a future with you

181. Why are you helping a monster

182. Stay the fuck back

183. Please pull the trigger

184. Leave! I don't fucking care

185. I can't save us

186. So save yourself

187. Why didn't you tell me how bad it got

188. I never said I wanted a relationship with you so why are you crying

189. I deserve more than this

190. I'm not anyones favorite person

191. I just want to be wanted I'm tired of being needed for everything

192. I know! But you didn't have to use her like that

193. We can start over, please I'll do anything

194. Everything can be perfect so please don't leave

195. I guess we just weren't meant to be

196. You're always leaving me

197. Stop lying

198. If you die I'll go out of my fucking head

199. Your cute when your mad

200. And Your adopted

201. You gave us quite a scare

202. We can work it out

203. You're overreacting

204. You're all I have left

205. I don't care what they think

206. It's me

207. You make me feel safe

208. You guys read my diary what are you five

209. I don't recognize you anymore

210. You make me sick

211. Sorry can't fix what you've done

212. Do you really have feelings for me

213. Don't look at me like that

214. Give me a break

215. It's not a party without alcohol

216. Truth or dare

217. It's six in the morning your not having anymore firewhiskey

218. Your drive me fucking crazy

219. I'm dangerous please stay back

220. Did you hit your head as a kid

221. She's not yours anymore

222. She's deaf dumbass

223. I'm sorry for my brother he's an asshole

224. Oi, fuck off please

225. "I could kiss you right now." "Do it then"

226. What are you doing to me

227. Just admit I'm right

228. He's hot

229. Your my brother I'll always care for you

230. I'm personally offended I didn't get picked to be your fake date

231. They don't love me they're not that stupid

232. We'll what can I say I'm badass

233. Do I get bonus points if I act like I care

234. Excuse me I have to go make a scene

235. I'm gonna need therapy after this

236. Do your parents realize they're living proof that two wrongs don't make a right

237. I'm going on a date

238. Will you be my girlfriend

239. Would you rather kiss me or Lilly

240. Your bloody obsessed

241. She looks so perfect

242. You look beautiful

243. I wanna become an animagus

244. Stop coming back

245. Do you love him

246. I can't love you

247. You made me better

248. You ate my leftovers

249. Just get it over with

250. Were best when we're together don't you think

251. Can I kiss you

252. If I kiss you It's gonna change everything

253. Fuck it

254. I'm pretty sure I just made a fool of myself

255. Can you stop ignoring me

256. I'm friends with a bunch of two year olds

257. Hug me

258. Oh deer

(Amortentia)

259. Chocolate, old books and rain

260. Cologne, wet dog and leather

261. Cologne, broom polish and fresh cut grass

(Pinterest)

262. Are you hitting on me

263. This was fun, we should do it again

264. You owe me

265. I swear I'm gonna slit his fucking throat

266. Did you just kiss me

267. Huh ironic isn't it I'm a lone wolf

268. You hooked up

269. You kissed her

270. Teach me

271. What are we

272. What if I do

273. I want you to be happy

274. I think your beautiful

275. Why do you have scars

276. Shut up before you wake them

277. This is why we don't listen to you

278. What do you mean maybe

279. Hey whose side are you on

280. It's okay you didn't know

281. At least my parents are still alive

282. That wasn't love it was a perfect illusion

283. She makes my heart beat at a million miles per second

284. I'm not in the mood to fight with you tonight

285. Come stay with me

286. Don't call me love

287. I always keep my promises

288. Revenge is my best work

289. Why are you up

290. He's amazing

291. She's not going with you

292. I wasn't lying when I told you I loved you

293. Why are you scared

294. Why aren't you scared of me

295. If your a monster for what you've done than I'm the fucking devil

296. You fucking traitor

297. I'll always love you

298. I will never leave you no matter what happens between us I'll always be there

299. Please stop

300. I fucking love you thats why

Genre/ type of story

Friends to lovers

Enemies to lovers

Fluff

Angst with a happy ending

Angst with a sad ending

Fluff to angst

Angst to fluff

+ more

No smut

Character x reader

Sirius black and reader

James potter and reader

Remus lupin and reader

Lilly Evans and reader

Regulus black and reader

Marlene McKinnon and reader

Characters house

Slytherin

Gryffindor

Ravenclaw

Hufflepuff

Any added features

Name?

Hair color

Eye color

Attitude/personality

Relationship status with parents and other characters

Any important details.

#marauders #my prompts #the marauders #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #peter pettigrew #lilly evans #marlene mckinnon #writing promots #original character

[a-foray-into-magic]

Unhinged laughter filled the corridors of Hogwarts, along with blasts from a wand that was far too capable and skilled at the Unforgivable Curses. Dainty feet in heeled shoes danced along the famed hallways, the heavier sounds of boots following behind her. There was no need to hide her face. Everyone knew her and they knew her alliance. They knew she'd done terrible things and she relished in each and every single one. Her years in Azkaban were spoken of as a child might speak of a playground. Her name was spoken with fear and disgust, by some. And with reverence by others.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

"For The Dark Lord!!" She screeched, almost girlish giggles escaping her, a twisted grin settling on her face. Turning in a circle, her black skirt twirling about her legs and her unkempt chocolate stresses bounced with every step. Her dark brown eyes were alight with mischief and the joy of trouble. The idea that she might be scaring children didn't put her off in the least.

Nodding her head, she motioned to the doors of the Great Hall. The Death Eaters charged forward, wands pointed and the large wooden doors burst open, unable to resist the multiple blasts. Charging ahead, the witch recalled for a brief moment, her years at the Slytherin table. Settled in with her sisters, and the other Purebloods. Always a hellion, she had always been proud of being a Black, but didn't feel she quite fit in with them. Narcissa was the perfect daughter. Andromeda was...different. Bellatrix huffed as she thought of the youngest Black sister. Where had the family gone wrong with her? Marrying that mudblood Tonks.

An anguished yell left the deranged witch as she pointed towards a bench and destroyed it, the memory of the sisters being vanquished. She had no need of that. The past was in the past. Cissy was married to Malfoy, whom Bellatrix viewed as weak and pompous, likely to turn on anyone if it would save his own skin. She had never liked his snivilling and fake airs of importance. He was rich and pureblood. But he would never be like those who had come from The Most Noble House of Black.

"Rodolphus!" She sneered, settling her gaze on her husband as he removed his mask, watching the chaos unfold. "Make yourself useful. Find someone for me to play with," she finished, her tone leaving no room for it to be misinterpreted. She wanted to duel, to fight, to kill. If Rodolphus had any objection, he was wise enough to not voice them. Knowing full well that at this point, Bellatrix was wild enough to turn her wand on him as well. With Voldemort at full strength, his goals attainable and in reach, Bella was far too thirsty on power and the possibility of what may lie ahead. Her life was inextricably bound to the Lord formerly known as Tom Marvolo Riddle.

All for him. The Dark Lord was everything to Bellatrix. Even her husband knew this. But he also appreciated that her obsessive loyalty was what was keeping them in such high regard. The few occasions that Bellatrix had failed, it had been her obsession and devotion to his cause that had kept her from being killed. Rodolphus turned and focused on the task, knowing he would find staff and students attempting to save their home. Because Hogwarts was not only a school, but a home to them. However he felt about it, he kept to himself. He suspected that Narcissa did the same, but put on an act to keep safe.

"Disgraceful," she snarled, blocking yet another attack, looking through the students for Harry Potter, but also for her nephew, Draco. Despite what many thought, Bellatrix did care very much for the boy, and she knew that if a bit of harm came to him, Narcissa's heartbreak would doom them all. She'd never felt that love of children. But she would surely avenge or maim anyone who hurt dearest Draco. He was a bit like his father, unfortunately, but perhaps there would be hope for him yet. The white blonde hair didn't pop in the crowds and thus, Bellatrix continued to focus on the others. Reminding herself that this was all for him. For The Dark Lord. The thought of him made her heart skip a beat. Perhaps it was madness, but she truly did love him. He did not feel the same for her, but Bellatrix had dedicated her life to him.

Whatever happened today, she hoped that he knew, she did it all for his glory and his power. When he took over--and he simply had to--she would be at his right hand, she knew this. Her place was beside him, to be sure. Turning sharply, Bellatrix's smile twisted upwards as several of her knives landed into the flesh of a few who were determined to be the ones to take her down. Stupid children. Now, they were dead. Skipping towards them, she looked down at them and plucked her knives out of their bodies. Gryffindors. Not surprising. "Idiots," she snarled before looking over the beautiful chaos of it all. Pointing upwards, a spark shot out from her wand. Time seemed to have suddenly stopped as eyes all follow the shot. A moment later, the sky darkened and a large Dark Mark appeared in the sky. Gasps and yells filled the air, along with a renewed need of beating Voldemort's crew. Bellatrix only laughed.

"This is the Dark Lord's time, you stand NO chance!" she squealed, dancing around anew, laughing as the battle raged on.

#bellatrix lestrange #rp things #rpg post

[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE EXECUTIONER get what he deserves?” He is in THE DEATH EATERS & OPEN to finding out. 

— he walks through the world as ;

name → jae mulciber pronouns → he/him identification → cis male year of birth → september 1950 - september 1951 face claim → kim woo bin blood status → pure-blood sexual orientation → up to applicant occupation → defence barrister at the department of magical law enforcement at the ministry of magic future information → n/a

— he is best described as ;

CALCULATED and BRASH, he is the taste of HUNDRED GALLEONS worth of CHAMPAGNE, luxurious and belonging to those with WEALTH. A catalyst of DESTRUCTION, he is the COLD edge of an EXECUTIONER’S BLADE; DECISIVE and CALLOUS determining the fate of victims with one fateful BLOW. Yet the HAUNTED GUILT of victims shadows that linger in the dead of night, UNNERVING in its actions of fate driven MADNESS.

— his story starts with ;

tw: abuse, tw: death

The second born to Kyung Mulciber and Yeong Yang, Jae glowed in his parents’ affection as they primped him to raise the Mulciber name into defying glory. Hidden in the secluded mountains of The Lake District, enchanted barriers hid the family from unwelcome prying eyes. Gothic and grand, the manor was envied amongst Pure-Blood elite for its grandeur. Gargoyles kept a luring gaze on the perimeter, while towering family portraits adorned embossed walls cast in crystal chandeliers. Resilient and powerful with exuberant wealth enough for generations to come; Mulciber was a feared household name for its powerful ties to darkness. Souls matching demons, they snarled at Half-Bloods and Mudblood’s alike, batting them into anguish with a superior god complex. Molded into assassins of torment; purist rhetoric was laced in their lives from dusk till dawn. Breeding internal misery, Jae and ERIS MULCIBER [sister] were taught not what beauty magic held but rather what power. Snarled voices echoed like piercing sirens around the garden’s grounds, poisoning any innocence the children held into pure vile vulgarity. A villainous snarl to accompany his bite, Kyung’s teachings were relentless and treacherous;  enough to make even the Thestrals kept on their ground quiver. 

Concealing their illegal devastation with unregistered Gregorovitch wands, they harnessed darkness while slipping through the grasps of the law. The first born, Eris, struck strife with the Cruciatus curse. Jae however took akin to the killing curse. Harsh, blunt, direct, it grew like a disease in his hand; graving it’s power. The troublesome duo relentlessly tormented house elves for their own self-satisfaction. Reveling in screams, elves who disobeyed fell victim. Only once Eris had her fun did Jae put them out of their misery with one swish flick. Dancing in the praise their parents bestowned, they beamed with pride at the monsters they’d created. Though as years passed, connections faded. Once throwing hexes at one another with childish glee, glowering glances turned their relationship sour as Eris grew green with envy watching Jae became his father’s right hand. Though pleasantries dulled as heartbreak shattered the family. LARKIN MULCIBER [brother], caused their mother’s last breath with his first. Lace as black as night hid silent tears, while the stench of alcohol on their father’s breath bit as he hushed Larkin’s wails of tears with bitter hatred. While Eris grew spiteful, Jae grew dependable and divisive; possessing an anger so vile it could burn cities to the ground.

Leaving the Mulciber name growing in the pits of hell, Durmstrang was Jae’s doing. Persistent in his acts of cruelty, his wit and suave became his hallmark.  His charm lured in the unsuspecting; leaving them at his disposal. Dominating the school with a devilish grin, slicked back hair and an arrogant charisma that left even the strongest of witches falling at his feet. Proud, he rose like a phoenix from his mother’s ashes. Enthralled by his father’s guiding words to gather strong connections to benefit them when THE DARK LORD’s [leader] world came to fruition, Jae entrusted only those equally despicable to his side. NYX FALKOV [close friend] was a witch with powerful wandless magic rivaling even his own as she poisoned minds and played fiddle to no man, while OSIRIS SNYDE [best friend] held a somber disposition but whose combat skills could leave any quivering at his feet. Rioting the night they reigned, encouraged by classmates and tutors alike for their sickafance and talent for the dark arts. Graduating with shining medals of honour to his name, Jae’s intellect and ambition for glory reigned. Hungry for power, he strode in his father’s footsteps; knowing his position could claim him leverage and a dominating hand in any room. 

Filled with aristocratic politicians who aimed to benefit themselves, while he held little interest in the justice of Wizengamot, he saw value in its disgrace. Months he watched the meek plead their innocence despite their guilt. Their insolence was intolerable; but presented the perfect opportunity. Cunning as the devil and twice as pretty, Jae turned his hand to law and became a defense barrister with hopes to become of use to The Dark Lord. Safeguarding those with less than savory natures, Jae was untouchable as he pleaded cases for those with horror’s hidden in their eyes. Slick defenses, he unshackled the guilty with owls piled high on his desk from villainous figures pleading for their freedom. One witch that found his behavior despicable was NAMARI NGUYEN [ex-wife], an Auror with bold gumption; if Jae was the executioner, Namari was the liberator. Taking entertainment in her displeasure, as their heated rivalry grew, Jae found himself only wanting to toy with her more. Love, they say, toys a fine parallel line to hatred. Passionate disagreements turned to scandalous moments hidden behind locked doors. While their values classed; their blood and families aligned. The hand of one of the most trusted Auror’s was a wealthy commodity and perfect mask; for who would suspect the husband of a senior officer?

Sipping a fire whiskey on rocks with his father and mistress Meihui, they laughed at the state of the Ministry under the hands of MILLICENT BAGNOLD [acquaintance]. Though when Kyung went to check on his girlfriend, alarmed shouts disrupted the silence. Joining his father, his gaze befell a large serpent luring in the shadows. Swift action, a twisted hand and a hissed ‘Avada Kedavra’ left the creature cold. Only, to their horror, as the scaly beast morphed into a petite woman did they realize it wasn’t a beast at all, but Meihui; a Maledictus unknown to them. But before Kyung and Jae could utter a word, a scream of horror erupted from Namari who’d just returned home. Horrified, her gaze once loving darked before his eyes. With panicked words of informing the Ministry, she fled for her wand. Barely a whisper of a hair from her grasp, before ‘Avada Kedavra’ cut through the air like a guillotine, leaving her too cold as stone on the marble floor. Jae looked upon his wife’s corpse with; death having left his lips from selfish fear of his own fate before he’d even gabbled the consequences. Masquerading murders, Sectumsempra replicated the attack of the late BOOKER BAGNOLD [acquaintance], leading blame to ‘infamous killer’ SILAS CRUMP [person of interest]. And if betrayed, they’d all go burning to hell and drag RABASTAN LESTRANGE [rival] down with them. 

The Solstice of Summer 1983 was as filled with depraved darkness as they’d hoped. Proving his worth by plucking the doomed hair off CLAUDETTE TREMBLAY’s [victim] shoulder; he used polyjuice potion to transfigure into her and set the fatal spell. Claudette took the blame for AMELIA BONES’s [victim] death, setting the death eaters free in the knowledge their secrets died with Bones. Rewarded with the Dark Mark, he basked with pride at being entrusted amongst The Dark Lords inner circle. But with the passing year he’s grown tormented by shadows. Strange events keep happening without explanation, leaving him feeling haunted in guilt as he catches a reflection of a face he swears is his late wife. An unnerving sight that isn’t helped with Namari’s once partner in crime DOUGAL MCKINNON [person of interest] sniffing around. Storm raging in his chest, for a man once assertive, he’s become unstable in his own judgement. Clearing the name of EDRICK SELWYN [associate], in exchange for his early release from Azkaban, he has tasked him to deter Dougal by any means necessary. Swearing to Morgana the Mulciber name will burn glorious as he arises as the air. But what good is a legacy, if you’re unable to bask in all of its power come dawn?

— he is a LEVEL 8 WIZARD & readied for war ;

#lsrpg #harry potter rpc #mature rpg #jae mulciber #kim woo bin #tw: abuse #tw: death #open #open wizard #open death eater #death eater #ministry #1950 to 1951 #m kyung mulciber #m yeong yang #m eris mulciber #m larkin mulciber #m tom riddle #m nyx falkov #m osris snyde #m namari nguyen #m millicent bagnold #m booker bagnold #m silas crump #m rabastan lestrange #m amelia bones #m dougal mckinnon #m edrick selwyn #m claudette tremblay

[rainreignrayn]

Obliviate (Chapter 11: A Lesson on Comforting)

Hermione Granger was lying in front of the three Slytherins when Theo’s apple thunked off Blaise’s head and rolled in her direction. 

And then she began crying.

Theo stared, wholly perplexed. “Uh—”

Draco leapt off the window ledge, but made no indication of any further motion. Blaise sat where he was and glanced back at Theo. What do we do? he mouthed. 

The latter simply shrugged, and Draco remained frozen.

Blaise cleared his throat and half crawled, half scooted towards Granger. “Er, there, there, little swot,” he tried to soothe, patting the floor in front of her as if it were a shoulder. 

Her body tensed at the sound of Blaise’s voice, and she jerked her body up and back from the boys. 

“You fucking suck at comforting, Zabini,” Theo called from the window.

Granger turned her head towards Theo, and his smile faded instantaneously. Her eyes were bloodshot, her cheeks flushed red with tear splotches, and her face contorted into a mix of both rage, despair, and utter emptiness.

“You try, then. Bastard,” Blaise muttered.

Theo rolled his eyes and leaned his head out towards Hermione. He took an absentminded note of her brown knit sweater and loose, dark jeans. It was easier to look at than her face. “Mudblood,” he began, also noting Draco’s clenching fist, “you’re of the logical sort, I suppose—”

Blaise snickered. “Great start—”

“Shut up. Anyways, I’m sure you didn’t expect to be, uh, crying, in front of us and I certainly didn’t expect to have to see your face all scrunched up the way it is right now, so—as reparations for the trauma, I have questions and you will answer them and the crying shall stop.” Theo looked proud at his demand, his chin rising with his brows. Blaise, on the other hand, appeared to be actively combating his urge to interrupt Theo.

Hermione leaned her head against the wall behind her, similar to Blaise’s position earlier, and kept her eyes tracked on Theo. As if his statue-friend was not there, right in her line of sight. Her breaths came out slower, and she waited for him to continue speaking.

“Right, yes, well, first of all, why in Merlin’s name are you crying at seven in the morning on a Saturday? Come on now, Mudblood, I’m disappointed. You should be a) sleeping or b) returning from a rager and on your way to sleep. And speaking of returning, how the fuck are you apparating? Have I missed something? Are the wards down? What’s in your bag? I’ve never seen something like that before. Muggle, yes? So, a muggle bag and muggle clothes and secret, illegal apparition—and yet I don’t see the Ministry anywhere nearby. Care to explain?”

Blaise didn’t even notice the bag, damn it.

***

Nott was full of questions—and, unfortunately for Hermione, they were all the right ones. Such a shame that he reported to a homicidal sociopath. He would’ve done the Order some good. 

Blaise wore both confusion and impression on his face, and looked between Hermione and Nott for an answer. Draco remained impassive, save for the opening and closing of his fist whenever Theo called her a mudblood. 

Oddly, when Theo said it, it didn’t hurt. 

Hermione opened her mouth to form some semblance of an answer, and then she paused. Should she address Draco? Or did he actually prefer to be the wallflower he was trying to imitate?

“You know, Nott, if you ever felt guilty for calling me that name,” she started, “you shouldn’t. Not for me, at least.” The subtle bloom of shame on Theo’s cheeks disappeared as quickly as it had grown. “For others, I hope you unlearn that horrible habit. It hurts some of them.” She swallowed, watching Draco from her periphery. “But for me, for now, it doesn’t affect me. Not that I’m assuming any feeling you might have had about it, but just in case.” 

Everyone saw Draco’s hand loosen slowly. Theo lowered his head at Hermione in an understanding nod.

Hermione swiped two fingers under each eye. “As for your many questions…” She waved a tear-marked hand towards the long emptiness of the hallway, and the familiar weight of a muffliato enveloped the group. “There’s no hiding amongst us that I am a prominent member of the Order. Who’s to say I wasn’t on a confidential mission for the war movement? I certainly couldn’t reveal that to you.”

Theo groaned. “No, you’re doing it all wrong. You should be partying, not going on super-secret spy retreats.”

Hermione lifted the corner of her mouth. “Please. I hate the parties in Gryffindor. It always ends in either a fight or in drunken song. I’d rather be on a super-secret spy retreat.”

Blaise crossed his legs. “The Order’s really got you doing their dirty work already? Before the year’s even over?”

Hermione shrugged in vague disinterest. “Tom’s really got you doing his dirty work already? Before the year’s even over?” she mocked. “And speaking of the Order,” she added, turning her attention back to Theo, “you’d make me a great asset, Nott. I can only wish to have more people like you to work with. You know, without the whole Death Eater bit.”

Theo whooped and pointed at Blaise. “Ha! You hear that, Zabini? I’d be an asset to the Order. Me, not your ‘I aced Charms without studying’ arse!” Then he bit the inside of his cheek. “Wait, why?”

Hermione shouldn’t like these boys. They were, by textbook and ancestral definition, her mortal enemies. They were on two radical sides of the same war.

So why did something as small as their stupid banter make her forget she no longer had parents?

She immediately shoved the raw thought back deep into the recesses of her mind. 

“I never said you’d be good for the Order, dear,” she sang condescendingly. “I said for me. I could use more bluntness and less of that good, Light, heart-warming optimism. Don’t you know the Order feeds off of that? You give them facts and statistics and they refuse to acknowledge it. ‘We’ve got this,’ ‘It’s alright,’ ‘Light always wins’. As though there haven’t been casualties.”

The hall grew a little colder.

Hermione locked eyes with Draco. “And there will be many more.”

Draco opened his mouth for the first time since she arrived. “Yes, Granger,” he said tightly. “We’re all well aware.”

And Hermione’s shoulders dropped, in a relieved sort of way, and she relaxed against the wall. She gave Draco a small smile. “That’s all I wanted. To know that at least someone was aware. Because no one is talking. No one is acknowledging. And, frankly, it’s eating me alive.”

His eyes bored into hers and it was as though her dead heart finally began to beat again. And it was racing, and it was exhilarating, and Hermione wanted to have him look at her forever. 

Hermione braced her arms on the floor and stood up. She brushed the lingered dust off her legs and turned to walk away. “You know, Nott,” she began, moving down the hall, “I might not agree with your morals or war choices, but you’re right about one thing.”

“And what’s that, Mudblood?”

“I really fucking need some sleep.”

And as Hermione left the hall, the light seemed to follow after her and leave the three Slytherins alone.

-

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[misfitboysfilm]

The Marauders: The Noble House of Black

Chapter 1: Changes

The House of Black is a renowned pureblood house, where traditional family values and purist beliefs are law. Walburga and Orion Black were arranged to wed shortly after leaving their school lives, before becoming workers in the Ministry of Magic. There is no love in their marriage, no friendship or kinship between them. It was miraculous that they were able to bring in two sons to the world. From the start Sirius was a force to reckon with, being born 9 lbs and 4 ounces, a full head of hair. kicking and screaming. Regulus was born as he would live: skinny, timid, silent and observing. But they were never alone, they always had one another. As they grew  they found themselves in a box. They were expected to be respectable, intelligent and above all leaders. And they were.

The year is 1971, Sirius and Regulus sat on Sirius' bed, the room full of posters glued to the wall; musicians, women and motorbikes and an explosion of technicolour. Both boys are small, frail and skinny, the size of the bed engorging them. Pillows scattered around the room. Laying side by side the screaming from downstairs gets louder. What it's about this time, who knows. Looking at one another Sirius watches the muscle between Regulus' brow tense. Getting up Sirius walks across the room bending over

‘Reg I think it's time for some music’

Bringing up David Bowie's Hunky Dory album, a wide smile spreads across Sirius and Regulus' face. That's something they had in common, world changing smiles.  Not bothering on the damaged sleeve edges Sirius flips the record in his hands bringing it down to the player. This is the moment where the air lifts and feels electric, stars begin to shine in their eyes as the starting piano of ‘Changes’ begins to play. 

Jumping back onto the bed with a thud Regulus releases a loud laugh, laying side by side the two brothers face one another, smiles brighter than the sun and suddenly the screaming from downstairs dies down, and it's just Sirius and Regulus…… and David Bowie.

Chapter 2: Oh you pretty thing

Summer comes and it was time for the annual Ministry of Magic conference and ball, where the top of the organisation gather and trade stories of beasts and muggles, mudbloods and purist values. Orion Black is a strong willed man, righteous in his ways and beliefs, his way or none at all. This being said there was no warmth from him, not towards his wife, nor his sons. He has a white hot anger, burning under his skin and through his veins, he is a force to be reckoned with.

These are qualities he would have been proud to distil into his sons, had they turned out different. With a harsh shove unlocking the front door of number 12 Grimmauld way, the wood slams against the wall. Orion and his wife walk into the room, Walburgas hand holding Sirius' shoulder in a vice grip. With a flick of her wrist Walburga throws Sirius away as Orion back hands him hurtling towards the floor, landing with a thud, pain, relief and fear wash over his face in a flash of emotions. With fire under his skin, burning in his eyes Sirius looks up in a state of defiance as he begins to speak.

‘I didn’t even’

‘Be quiet, insolent boy. Do you have any idea how to control your actions?’ Walburga begins.

Regulus watches as their father walks over Sirius going into the living room, ignoring the son he hit, the berating he is getting from his mother. 

‘You’re nothing but a weak child, how dare you go against what you were told. This is a big moment for your father and I. How could you be so rude’

Walburga carries on as blood trickles down Sirius' brow, Regulus notices straight away. Walburga carries on, droning on. Screaming at Sirius all while ignoring Regulus. 

Chapter 3: Eight line poem

Christmas comes as Regulus is sitting in his room, awaiting Sirius' return from school, Hogwarts obviously. Sirius had only been gone 2 months but it felt like hell without him. The vast loneliness of feeling like an only child is something he had never wanted, these past two months as evidence. He’s been excited all day, woke at the crack of dawn and had brushed his teeth before the morning birds began to sing. 

Itching is the best word to describe how Regulus felt. He wants to hear all about Sirius' time away, living through the tales of big school and dorm rooms. There's a bang downstairs. Jumping from the bed Regulus fluffy socks connect to the floor, pacing to the door as mother said it was improper to run. 

Screaming. Screaming from his parents again. Apologising. Apologising coming from Sirius, he sounds so small, meak. 

‘Im Sorry, I’m Sorry’

‘It’s not my fault’

‘I tried to change it, please mum’

Screaming, a different type. One Regulus hadn’t heard before. This is more primal. Apologising, a different type. One where there's gasps of breath and begging to stop. It doesn’t take a genius to guess what's happening. Its natural evolution. The parents who scream at one another and their children, are the parents who will hit their children.

The screaming stops, the apologising and crying doesn’t. Whatever happened stalled Regulus at his door, not brave enough to help. This is a change, a new danger.

Chapter 4: Life on Mars?

Later on Sirius and Regulus lay on Sirius' bed, there's a noticeable cut on Sirius' brow as bruises form around his cheekbone. David Bowie's Hunky Dory plays in the background once again, filling the air creating a bubble for the two brothers. 

‘It was brilliant Reg, we were running down the halls with stink bombs and Peter, the shy one, fell under his laces and bust his lip on the ground’

Sirius talks animatedly looking to his ceiling as though star gazing, a wide smile covering his face, hands moving widely in strange motions. Regulus lays on his back, but facing Sirius.

‘And we get to choose where we sit so me, James - he's the potters kid, Remus and Peter all sit at the back and plan pranks’

This is what Regulus missed, the life in Sirius' voice. The house was so empty of life when he went away, it felt like the sun hitting that warm spot on the floor, creating a pool of heat to sleep in.

‘And obviously mother would hate them, all the best though really. Wouldn’t want Orion and Walburga junior. God they��re brilliant Reg. You’ll love them’

Regulus' eyes glaze over, imagining how these boys might look, sound, feel like. Are they full of life like Sirius? Do their parents cringe at the sight of them? With fear in his voice, shy, slow and quiet Regulus asks

'Will they like me Sirius?’

Without a beat Sirius turns to Regulus, eyes sparkling as though Regulus had asked him the most ridiculous question. Winking back to his younger brother.

‘I’ve got a bed for you in the dorm ready’

The two brothers smile at one another, Sirius getting up forcing Regulus up, laughing, to dance as brothers, but mostly as best friends. There is so much happiness and life, they are together and it's all going to be okay again. Regulus doesn’t even have time to think about Sirius leaving. 

Chapter 5: Kooks

It's the summer before Regulus' first year at school, the two boys are in Sirius' room, as usual, while Regulus sits on the bed going through his school list of equipment, and Sirius walks around the room, fixing posters up and looking for the Hunky Dory Album

‘Alright Alright Reg, pipe down its sending my head west’

“What does that even mean?" Regulus replies with a sneer upper lip.

Smirking back Sirius says ‘Just something I learnt at school, Remus and Peter are northern, got that weird accent. Can’t speak properly. I think it's absolutely brilliant, these muggle words’

Regulus tries to go back to his list, finalising on opening his acceptance letter. He hadn’t opened it yet, with only a week before he started he was too afraid. The scenes of what happened to Sirius when he wasn’t placed in Slytherin replay.  

‘Open the letter yet you little sod?’

‘Again speak normally, Salazar's sake. No I haven’t I don’t want to’ Pausing his breath holds, looking to Sirius' eyes the boys stop, silent yet everything that needed to be said has been with an exchange of looks. Sirius walks over, finally getting the album on the record player. Softly sitting on the bed. 

‘Well if you’re a wimp I guess I'll just’ Going to grab the acceptance letter Regulus holds it close to his chest. Looking down with a huff Regulus tears the seal. Somewhere in his mind he knows it’ll be okay Sirius' there and this just means he will always have his brother, the other part doesn’t want to hurt his parents.

‘Well, congrats Reg, knew you’d be a swot and get in’ As though his name alone wouldn't secure his place the day he was born.

Regulus jumps onto Sirius as they laugh and rough house. Sirius quickly changes his mood not wanting to show Damon the fear he has about losing his brother, if he does end up in Slytherin. Really wanting to be happy for his brother, refusing to believe this will change them. 

Chapter 6: Quicksand

Another year has passed and summer has arrived, the two brothers lay back at home, away from the safe haven of school. It had been tense ever since Regulus was placed in Slytherin, something the boys hadn't talked about, refusing to address as they try to carry on.

Sirius lays spread on the couch as his father sits across from him. This isn't something Sirius wanted, to be around Orion, but he had been so tired from the previous night's beating, showing in his baggy jeans and leather jacket, that he hadn't made the effort to leave the room. 

The next events happen fast as Walburga drags Regulus into the room, face furious, thunder in her voice as she throws him to the floor. 

‘You god forsaken child, you horrendous stain on our name’

Throwing a well read copy of George Orwell’s 1984, a common left wing read. Ians face twists in rage

‘ Found this under his pillow, pillock couldn’t find somewhere better to hide it. Are you stupid as well as immoral. A muggle book!’

Taking off his belt Orion stands as he doubles it over, Regulus' face now stained with tears, silent. Sirius' face shocked, sitting up now.

‘You right git, go crying to mother. You had no right to steal that. I was borrowing it from Remus and you had no right to take it’ feigning furious Sirius acts towards Regulus. Regulus' face twists, lips shaking not understanding what's going on. Sirius turns to Walburga.

‘I’ll have that back now’

‘Like hell you will’

Orion turns to Regulus looking him over, making eye contact with the boy as he turns to back hand Sirius, belt buckle on his knuckles. Sirius falls to the fall ungraciously a yelp of pain. Orion stands over him, towering over him as he always had. Turning to Regulus.

‘Good lad, next time bring it straight to your mother or I’

Turning had to Sirius, white anger in their eyes as they stared at one another, a reflection of one another.

‘Walburga take Regulus out’

Sirius' chest rapidly rises and falls. Fists clench, never breaking eye contact, not backing down.

‘Be back for tea’

Walburga ushers out Regulus, face still furious she whispers to him 

‘Be a good lad and stay away from your brother. He’s a stain and cannot be saved, you will not be a disappointment as he has shown himself to be’

As they walk out the door they hear gasps of breath, the impact of hits, mumbled anger and of all, defiance.

Chapter 7: Fill your heart

Sirius finds solace in his friends at school, a band of brothers, a group of marauders who don’t fit in. Being away from home makes it feel like he can breathe, have his own life and personality. So going home for Christmas in his 3rd year of school was not something he looked forward to. He had become liberal, outspoken, everything his parents hated. It was common knowledge that the Black heir was outcast by his family for his 'radical' views. 

Coming back Christmas had almost passed, carollers singing on the street as Saint Nick was to come through the night, and the house was quiet. Maybe it was the length of Sirius' hair, or the leather jacket, or even the endless streams of photos and posters he glued to his walls that Walburga couldn’t retrieve. 

‘You ungrateful brat’

‘I hate you’ 

‘Worthless child’

Screaming is coming from both ends. Old enough now to scream back, no longer feeling the fear Sirius and his parents battle. Regulus sits in his room, under his much too large bed, beneath the safety of his blanket, twirling the rings around his finger, one he shared with Sirius. 

It's not long before the screaming starts, the different types of screaming. No longer are there pleas for forgiveness, only screams of terror and anger. Sirius never gives up shouting back, fighting.

‘You’re wrong’

‘They’re my true family’ 

‘You’re crazy and as soon as you see that it’ll be too late’

‘People are people’

‘I will not be a pawn in your game of politics, it's wrong and you know it’

Still twirling his ring that lasts longer this time, there's a loud violence in the air impacting Regulus' breathing, his perspective of time as he feels it lasts hours on end. It does, last hours that is. But it feels more like days. The shouting stops as their parents storm out the house, fixing whatever damage Sirius has done. 

Sirius bounds up the stairs rushing to his room, limping, bleeding, scared and out of breath. The rush of adrenaline pushed him through the pain. There's no time to spare. He grabs a bag, starts to empty his draws into them, underwear, socks. 

Regulus finally gets up from his bed, grabbing a first aid kit he made for these situations. Its made of a frayed bag and some cheap plasters and materials. And antiseptic if Sirius was lucky, none of them old enough to practice magic outside Hogwarts. Taking it to Sirius' room was a routine now. It had been for a while. Sirius comes home, Sirius argues with parents, Sirius' punished, Regulus takes care of Sirius.

Walking to Sirius' doorway Regulus stops, shocked. No longer is Sirius hiding grace of the violence, acting like this is okay, this is normal. No more brave face Sirius is mad. The white hot anger that he shares with his father prominent,

‘Good, Reg get your bags we’re going’

‘What?’

‘We’re leaving here, get your bags’

‘What?’

Shouting Sirius screams ‘They’re psychos, mad. Mad on power and illusion. And I for one will not stand for it. You hear that you are self righteous bastards. Fuck you’ His voice breaking giving out.

Regulus walks over to the bed, watching Sirius pace around the room. Putting things in his bag, looking through his records with his back to Regulus.

‘ We'll live with the Potters, James' parents. He's an only child and they’ve always wanted more, they love me. They’re minted to so it won’t be that different, they have the room’

Sirius carries on looking through his record collection, packing down his record player. Regulus sats silent, unmoving on the bed

‘And then you’ll meet Remus and Peter properly, they come for christmas’

Sirius begins smiling, a wide smile, of fresh air, freedom and excitement. Regulus stairs on, unblinking. Hearing the words but not taking them in. Knowing what Sirius' saying but not understanding them. 

‘And they have a big garden where we can all play quidditch and our rooms will be next to each other and we can listen to records at night again’

Turning around holding the Hunky Dory album, Sirius' 10 mile smile halts. Regulus hasn’t said anything. Regulus hasn’t moved. Eyebrows touching one another, his body ridgid.

‘Reg, get up. Come on. We’ve got to go’

There's a quiet violence in the air, different to the kicking and screaming and the beatings. This is worse. The air is full of smoke yet it's clear. Drowning on dry land. Becoming too tired to carry on swimming succumbing to the water. This is much, much worse. A start to the end. And in this moment both brothers realise.

‘For Godricks sake Reg get the fuck up, get your shit together we don’t have long’

‘No’

This is the moment the ice hits the titanic, where there is nowhere to go but the end. This was not meant to happen. Sirius gets angry again. Regulus becomes irate

‘Reg don’t argue with me on this please’

Sirius begins to beg, ready to fall on his knees, crawl for him to follow. 

‘No. I don’t know what's happened between you and Mother but fix it, it’ll go back to normal’

Regulus chooses not to notice the scars that cover Sirius' back, the bruises currently littering his arms or the cuts that decorate his face as though ornaments on a christmas tree. 

‘No, do not take their side’

‘Why not? They’re right you’re being unreasonable’

‘Don’t be dense Reg we both know they’re wrong’

‘So what’ Regulus screams ‘Who cares, they’re our family, we can’t just leave’

Tears begin to fall from Sirius' face in a sense of drama, much like a damn that's broken as the water rushed past its barriers. 

‘No, Regulus, get your bag. Please’ His voice breaks, words coming hard as he fights for Regulus. ‘You have to come with me, we’ll be happy it’s okay’

With a burst of anger Regulus sneers ‘No, It’s not and if you want to be a child and run away go ahead. Just know once you’re done with the dramatics I'll be waiting’. Regulus storms out the room, slamming the door as Sirius stares in horror. The flood gates fully open as he packs David Bowie's Hunky Dory album.

Chapter 8: Andy Warhol

It hits midnight, Christmas morning a few hours away as the world sleeps in preparation for Santa and his reindeers. The Potter house is full of light and life as the family share drinks and tales of Christmas past. They didn’t expect a guest, so when the door thudded three times and the frost on the windows began to crack James was confused, who could be here at this time?

Getting up from the couch in his christmas pyjamas James answers the door, while a smile faltering as he realises who it is

‘Padfoot?’

Sirius tries to be strong, tries to hold it together, with a valiant effort he tries his best. ‘I’m - I didn’t know where to go’

James' mother Euphemia comes around the door. Euphemia looks every part the mother Walburga wasn’t. She had warm, kind eyes, smooth skin with wrinkles showing a life full of happiness. A stark change to Walburgas stern, unmoving face.

‘James, who's there? Sirius dear? Are you okay, you’ll catch a cold out there. Come in, before you catch death’

Sirius couldn’t hold it, as soon as he walks into the house, seeing the love that is shared he breaks down to his knees, sobbing, heartfelt, Earth crushing sobs escape his mouth

‘He, He wouldn’t come. I had to leave. He wouldn’t come with me, oh god fuck he, he didn’t listen he wouldnt come’

‘Who dear, what's happening?’ 

‘Reg, he didn’t come with me, I couldn’t save him, he wouldn’t listen. We have to go back, we have to get him please’

Realisation dawns over the Potters faces as Mrs Potter sends Mr Potter to set up a room for Sirius, next to James'. James and Euphemia try to calm Sirius down, huddling around him like a cocoon. Letting him cry, giving him love. Sirius' world has crashed in a night and there's nothing they could do, or say to change it.

Chapter 9: Song for Bob Dylan

School is back in session and it’s almost as though the brothers had never known each other. Not for lack of trying. Sirius had sent letters and plenty of owls to Regulus all over the Christmas break, to no reply. Thinking that this was just a cooling down period Sirius gave Regulus space.

Walking down the corridors Sirius, James, Remus and Peter walk tall, as if they own the school, as though they’ve nothing to hold them back, to shy away from. Laughing and justling between themselves, smiles wide and bright as they walk between lessons.

In this moment created by the fates the brothers end at different ends of the corridor, one noticing the other, the other turning away. Sirius' smile widens as he catches Regulus' eye, missing his brother was like missing air in his lungs, as though living without them is death alone. Waving his hands widely as they come close, trying to catch Regulus' eye. Regulus looks up.

‘Oi Reg how’s it been , what's been -’

Before Sirius has a chance to finish his sentence Regulus walks past the group of boys, keeping eye contact with Sirius as he walks past. This was a common tactic the boys had done before, together. That was when it was the brothers against the world, against their parents, not each other. This meant they were opposites, no longer cut from the same cloth. Again Sirius' heart crumbles  inside his chest and Regulus' turns cold, burnt to ash. 

Chapter 10: Queen Bitch

It's summer again in the Black household. It’s quiet. It has been since Sirius left. No longer is there noise from his room, records playing and constantly changing. No longer noise from downstairs as he challenges his parents. Regulus lays in his bed, his cheeks more hollow and the bags under his eyes like ink stains. All the photos of  Sirius are gone. All of the memories of Sirius are gone.

The fighting starts downstairs, Walburga and Orion are in disagreement, again. The one thing they agree is they should’ve never married, a marriage of convenience doesn’t seem so convenient anymore. 

Regulus leans over from his bed to grab his headphones, plugging them in he starts David Bowie's Hunky Dory. It’s not the same. Sirius would berate him for listening to,  in his words 'God's masterpiece of love, life and never giving in the best album ever made’, through headphones instead of a record, on the speakers. Sirius believed this album was meant to be played loud, to be danced to, enjoyed. Regulus wasn’t enjoying it very much anymore.

Chapter 11: The Bewlay Brothers

Its turning spring and the sun is beginning to shine and nature is replenished. The Marauders sit outside after class as Sirius and James rough house, trying to bring one another down. Many would mistake the two for brothers with their closeness, and the fact that Sirius has now lived in the Potters for almost  a year now. 

Remus and Peter sit side by side, Remus is trying his hardest, while wrapped in a thick scarf, boots and a coat, to tutor Peter in the stars and planets - Astrology. Peter can’t concentrate, with the occasional ‘ Oof’ and ‘GO on Prongs’ with a mixture of laughter, James and Sirius have his attention.

Regulus comes by, forced to walk past to get to his next lesson on time, otherwise risking being late, which mother and father wouldn’t approve of. He doesn’t want to see Sirius, he actually hates him, hates what he stands for, how he acts, how he talks and how he left him to be replaced with James. Bitter. Bitter is what Regulus had become, cold, heartless and bitter. Inside he was still a young boy, scared of what's to come, what's expected from him. 

As much as Regulus wanted to go unnoticed, he desperately wanted Sirius to notice him, beg for forgiveness, come home and make things right again. So, in a dramatic sense he scoffs with his nose turned up in an aristocratic fashion. 

Catching Sirius' attention they make eye contact, blue eyes connected. One brother's eyes a light blue mixture of blue orchids and the morning dusk coming in. The other brothers a dark steel grey blue, crashing waves on a tyrant ocean fighting against the rocks.

‘Aye Reg, come ‘ere you used to love this’

With a scoff ‘used to being the key word’

James and Sirius stop, separating and standing tall, towering over Regulus. Peter no longer laughed, confused. Peter was always slightly out of the loop. Remus understood, he had listened to Sirius cry with night terrors well before Sirius ran away.

‘Why are you being such a dick?’ Sirius snaps back to him. In the short time Sirius had been staying with James he had become very protective. The same with Remus and Peter. These were his family now, and the way Regulus was looking down at them reminded him all too well of his mother. This ignited a flame inside Sirius.

‘Maybe since you were disowned and before I grew up, I would’ve never loved to rough about like blood traitors’

Sirius steps forward and snaps ‘I left, I wasn’t kicked out, or disowned it was my choice’

With a puff and eye roll Regulus turns to walk away, leaving the boys stunned 

‘Whatever helps you sleep at night’

Sirius goes to run forward to jump on his brother. Wanting so badly to take him down a level, to knock out his parents' intrusion on his mind, his personality. He wants to hold him until his little brother returns, not the person who stands in front of him. Before he can take a step James takes Sirius down in a side tackle, pinning him down in a rough housing. Peter begins to laugh again and Remus rolls his eyes. The boys go back to how it was 5 minutes prior, as though Regulus hadn’t hurt them, hadn’t impacted Sirius, hadn’t ruined the whole day.

Chapter 12: Hunky Dory

In Sirius' last year him and Regulus had become estranged, gone down different paths and hated one another for it. They were the same, the same brothers, the same social standing in their respective groups with the same hatred between each other's friendship groups. As Regulus went through school he began to hang out with the pureblood - Slytherin- kids. The kids that Sirius and him were forced to sit with and talk to at functions. The same insufferable kids the brothers often pranked and made fun of. 

It wasn’t uncommon for the brothers to cross paths while at school, it was bound to happen, and yet every time it happened it ended in a screaming match and fight. This was no exception.

‘Reg please, come with me, once I finish school I'll get a flat and you can live with me, I'm here’ Sirius is grabbing Damons wrists begging him to stay, eyes full of tears shining through his black lashes.

‘I don't WANT to live with you, you’re pathetic’ in anger Regulus pushes away taking steps back, not wanting to be tainted by his blood traitor brother. It had been far too long and too much had built between them, too many barriers.

‘And you couldn’t sound any more like mother Reg’ This was meant to hurt Regulus, had someone said this to Sirius it would have been an on sight fight, Regulus takes this as a compliment, proud to be worthy of his name

‘Yeah better than you. And it’s Regulus we aren’t kids anymore. You’ve nothing going for you, you’ve pissed it down the drain’

‘You can be a right git you know’

‘Takes one to know one’ Regulus begins to walk away, anger consuming him Sirius grabs his wrist trapping him in this moment. He will not allow him to walk away from him.

On his last tether Sirius brings him closer ‘ Please, come home, come with me, let me help you’ he begs Regulus, he can’t imagine leaving him, yet he already has and Regulus can’t forgive that.

Regulus' eyes turn hard once again, any momentary forgiveness or brotherly loyalty gone.

‘I am home, you’re the one who left’ Regulus pulls his arms away, walking away at a fast pace. The two brothers are on different sides of the fight. This was a relationship that couldn’t be fixed. Two brothers who use to listen to David Bowie and talk to the stars, now estranged strangers.

From the start Sirius was a force to reckon with, being born 9 lbs and 4 ounces, a full head of hair. kicking and screaming. Regulus was born as he would live: skinny, timid, silent and observing. But they were never alone, they always had one another. As they grew  they found themselves in a box. They were expected to be respectable, intelligent and above all leaders. And they were.

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[themermaidsdragon]

The Half-Blood and the Mudblood

Warnings: Oral Sex, Ice Play, Consensual Underage Sex , Body Worship, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Summary: Daisy had liked this Malfoy for years, but he never gave her the time of day. Now finally at the yule ball when she was finally getting over him and moving on. He decides now is the best time to confess his feelings, unfortunately within ear shot of her date.

Notes: This is another one of Daisy's possible love interests in our d&d campaign. If you haven't already read the others or of her friend Adelia, we highly recommend it xD For now these are the 4 boys and another chapter of each of the stories will be added every weekend. As our d&d campaign continues though we will be adding more possible ships because we can't help it xD Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1: A Broken Nose and a Kiss

Daisy was over the moon, here she was at the yule ball, with a handsome durmstrang student! They danced and laughed and talked about their shared love of magical creatures! This was the best night of her life!

Only a few yards away however Calenhad Malfoy, younger brother of Perseus Malfoy was sulking as she watched Daisy have the time of her life…. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was jealous, he was far too proud for that but watching that stupid durmstrang spin her around on the dance floor and hold her waist pressing her against him. The way her cute plump body looked in that dress…. Her large breasts held up by the beautiful pastel yellow bodice. And then he saw that bastard kiss her cheek. OKAY, OKAY HE IS JEALOUS! HIS BLOOD IS BOILING AND HE IS GREEN WITH ENVY! Standing up he stormed over to her and grabbed her arm “Daisy can I talk to you… alone?” he asked, trying to sound calmer than he actually was.

Daisy pulled her arm away and looked at her date apologetically “Um…I’ll be right back” she smiled softly and blushed as her tall date kissed her hand “I await your return with bated breath.” Daisy couldn’t help but giggle and Calenhad did everything in his power to not roll his eyes and audibly gag. Pulling her away by the arm once again he led her to a quiet corner to talk. Daisy was annoyed and practically ripped her arm away “What do you want? “She practically hissed.

Calenhad opened his mouth to speak and then shut it, wait… what was he going to say? He was so focused on getting her away from him he didn’t think of anything to say. Mentally face palming he just decided to wing it “I…I just don’t like how that guy is acting around you! “He sputtered.

Daisy scoffed and rolled her eyes “You don’t like that he pays attention to me? Actually, treats me nicely. Actually, Likes me? I had fawned over you for years and now that I finally try to move on you come and pull this stunt!? How dare you!” she exclaimed with tears in her eyes

Calenhad felt his stomach twist into knots as he saw her start to cry “No, no, no please…please don’t cry Daisy” he pleaded trying to cup her cheek, but she pushed his hand away “Don’t… don’t you do that… don’t make me have feelings for you again” she begged sniffling.

Calenhad didn’t know what else he could say… so instead he just kissed her hugging her tight. Before he could enjoy the kiss, Daisy's date shoved him away from her “What do you think you are doing?!” he exclaimed standing in front of Daisy “I’m trying to convince her to dump you” Calenhad admitted, there was no point in lying…though maybe he should’ve because the last thing he saw was the durmstrangs fist flying toward his face and then everything went black.

Waking up in the hospital wing he sat up in bed and held his nose groaning in pain, great he got his lights knocked out right in front of her just because he wanted to try to be tough… he was an idiot.

“Don’t touch your nose!” Daisy said coming out from behind the curtain with some ice “It's broken you idiot!” She frowned and moved his hand, so she put ice on his nose.

Sighing a little, feeling the ice ease the pain, he spoke “Why aren’t you with your date?” he asked bitterly, and Daisy glared “If you MUST know it’s because I don’t appreciate people hurting my friends…. No matter how much they have hurt me” she stated. Calenhad felt the familiar twist of guilt in his stomach “Daisy I…. I do like you… I like you a lot, and I have for a long time I just… just….” Before he could finish Daisy cut him off “Just what can't stand the thought of being with a mudblood?” she snapped.

“No! No! It's not that! He exclaimed and groaned at his aching nose.

Daisy huffed and removed the ice “Hold still” she said as she pulled out her wand and pointed it at his nose “Episkey” and *snap* his nose was back in place. Calenhad groaned in pain once more covering his face “Fucking ooooooowwww!” he exclaimed and Daisy rolled her eyes “Don’t be such a baby, honestly it was only a second of pain, if you don’t want to feel pain maybe don’t say or do stupid things!” she scolded, and her eyes filled with tears “Honestly you are the dumbest cruelest boy I’ve ever met! Toying with my feelings and kissing me after I had finally gotten over you! You are a big jerk! I adored you! I loved you…I still fucking do even after the endless rejection and coldness toward me! How dare you come to me with a confession of your feelings! How dare you kiss me!” she cried covering her face in her hands

It was Calenhad's turn for his eyes to water, and he gently cupped her cheek “Daisy….” he said softly, pulling her hands away from her face, Daisy looked at him… “How dare you make me love you” she sniffled and kissed him deeply.

Calenhad pulls away quickly.

"I just…."

"Just what?" Daisy looked at him worriedly.

"My family isn't the best and I don't want you to get involved with me, and then something happens to you."

'’I'm not that weak. I can take care of myself. I've shown you time and time again I can! You just need to have some faith."

Calenhad finally gives in and grabs her waist to turn her around. He starts to un-do the ribbon in her corset slowly. The anticipation started to get to Daisy. She could feel her center already starting to get wet.

Calenhad rips her dress off her and hovers on top of her taking a moment to marvel at her body, she was such a skinny little thing when they were kids… but her body had blossomed into this plump curvaceous figure he couldn't get enough of. Her soft, thick thighs, her slightly rounded belly, wide hips with a great ass and to top it off were her large breasts that reminded him of pillows. His mouth seems to water as he starts kissing her exposed breasts and with a free hand, he grabs a piece of ice from the water next to the bedside. He lifts up a bit and moves the ice around her nipples watching them quickly become hard.

"Aaaaa…cooold…!"

"But It's making them look so good though. I can stop if you wa…."

"No… No, I like it. " And Daisy wasn’t lying she did love the jolt of cold and how it made her feel. Calenhad circled the ice around her nipples until it melted. Once melted he slowly moved down her stomach and kissed along the drips of water that were making Its way down to her center. As he got closer to her center Daisy's core tensed up and she grabbed the sheets. He licks the outside of her slit gently, sending a quiver through her body. Daisy quickly grabs onto his hair as he inserts his tongue inside and plays around slowly moving his tongue in and out of her. Daisy can't contain what noises come out of her and wraps her legs around his head squeezing him tight. She was already so close but didn't want to cum just yet, sitting up she gently pushed him back.

"Can you take me now? Please…''she panted.

Being pushed away from her dripping core he smirked "Oh, is someone getting a little bit impatient?"

"Oh, don’t act like I'm the only one that wants this, also with everything you put me through you owe me!''

Calenhad pushed her back making sure she landed on her stomach and had her ass out for him. Calenhad lifts her perfect ass towards his clothed erection.

"I never said I didn't want this. In fact, I really want this." he says in a low growl.

"Then take it." she whispered.

Calenhad undoes his pants and takes them off. He wasn’t lying to her, he had been wanting this. He was already hard when she kissed him. He lined his erection up and slowly found her entrance.

"mmmm…you are so wet for me." he says as he slowly inserts himself.

Daisy lets out a small moan.

"Go ahead, Daisy, you can be louder. You have always been loud, don’t be shy now. We are the only ones here. I want to know you are enjoying it just as much as I am."

As he pumps in and out of her at a steady pace, she lets out a louder moan for him as she grabs on to the sheets of the bed tightly.

"Faster, Calenhad."she gasps trying to catch her breath.

Calenhad listens and starts going faster; he moves his hands to grab her arms and pin them down. He places a kiss on her bare back as he keeps picking up speed.

oooo…y-yesss…mmmm…. I-I'm going…to…"

Calenhad grunted in response as his thrusts became wilder. As she cums he feels her warm inside tighten around him and she lets out a loud moan. That does him in and with a few more pumps from him he pulls out and cums all over her ass. He flops down next to her on the bed. Their heavy breathing is almost in sync.

"I hope you know you are mine now, and only mine."

"Finally." Daisy giggled.

Calenhad Malfoy

Daisy Walsh

#d&d #d&d oc #dungeons and dragons #fanfiction #fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter smut #harry potter #hogwarts legacy

[aw-eather]

Heather Watches Stargate SG1: Upgrades

I have some rare time off and deicded I would like to spend it writing another post because its been a long time and I love this show and it’ll help me be less stressed about life and work!  We all love Upgrades so I thought this could be a fun one to do today! I also just love how much you guys enjoy these posts so thank you for being wonderful  As always, I’ll almost defienitly swear so consider yourself warned. 

Nice shot of the gate

SAM’S HAIR

SHE’S SO CUTE

Tok’ra are starting to annoy Jack and honestly same

“Don’t get me wrong Carter, your dads great, love him like a brother”

What about a father in law???

just a thought

Boys stop gagging over a pretty girl

Ew Daniel thats so gross

“Looks like trouble to me” ew

Sam’s fucking face

She’s so C U T E

Daniel stop flirting with every woman you meet

Anise annoys me tbh

Sorry not sorry

No shit Daniel

Jack is judging SO HARD

I’m actually a fan of the caterpillar on Teal’c’s face. 

I genuienly don’t hate it

Of course it doesn’t work on the Tok’ra. 

Why would anything 

Wow Anise you seem awfully suspicious with how desparate you are to get those bands on our space babies...

Sorry Sam is so beautiful 

like SO BEAUTIFUL

CREDITS

They’re so boring this season no offence 

END CREDITS

JANET

she looks so fucking good omg 

her HAIR

Anise go HOME you’re so ANNOYING 

Jack’s neck I-

Jack and Teal’c fighting is cute

I love their friendship

aw poor Teal’c

he’s out cold 

Jacks hair is messy and cute

Janet is not impressed at all

“I’m sorry”

“no you are not”

“You’re right about that!

fucking Jack making a comment about his strength and Janet’s face I love them

Jack reading super fast and Daniel not being able too is hilarioius to me

Mostly because I dislike Daniel

Lol “want me to read it to you?”

Sam sitting in the dark

Janet visiting her with her messy hair and looking so cute and wonderful

I love her

lemme protect her

she’ll need it

Sam, I don’t trust Anise

Jack chil you’re gonna break the machine 

that fucking beanie

i hate it

Jack broke the ball

I’m quiet during this scene because I Do Not Care TM about Daniel and Anise

Janet looks so annoyed 

and I don’t blame her

I agree with Janet

take them off

ah but they can’t 

janet and hammond are ready to slap anise and I’m HERE FOR IT

Jack might not be concerned Teal’c, but I am

jack what did that punching bag ever do to you, you dork

SAm is WRITING  a BOOK with her new found power I hate her

Sam and Janet are beautiful 

and their friendship could have been beautiful

if TPTB knew how to write decent women

“its just so damn exciting sir” I love him

poor Siler omg

why is it always him

can’t he catch a break

aw they’re all locked up

Steak. 

THEY’RE BREAKING OUT

FUCK SHE LOOKS GOOD

LIKE SO GOOD

AND THEY’RE BOTH WEARING LEATHER JACKETS 

THEY LOOK SO GOOOD

FRENCH FRIES INSTEAD OF POTATOES 

I LIKE THE TASTE BETTER 

SAM STOP 

YOU’RE TOO MUCH

MY TINY COLD HEART CANNOT TAKE IT 

defying a direct order but who cares

Jack there is a large, huge MASSIVE difference between steak and earth

the story about that shot with the pool is always funny to me 

JACK LOOKS GOOD

SO GOOD 

WITH HIS HANDS IN HIS POCKETS AND THE LEATHER AND THE GREY AND I-

he is a geek

Daniel don’t do it

oh he did it

Sam’s even telling him not to do it

bloody hell 

can we have a chat about how hot Jack and Sam are? 

Not make them stupid lol 

they were already stupid, Hammond 

they’re space babies

they’re looking so sory for themselves 

no you can’t Daniel

VERY HUNGRY SIR

more of a scuffle sir

ACTUALLY IT WAS YOUR IDEA... SIR

the fucking sass

the FUCKING S A S S 

ugh

UGH 

I AM SO SICK OF ANISE 

bitch  you brought those arm bands there so they could do stuff for you

the Tok’ra are always out for themselves and no one else

they barely do anything to help the taur’i and it pisses me off

Sam looks so cute

Hammond, every mission is a suicide mission 

sam is SO CUTE

HER HAND-

SORRY 

SHE’S REALLY HOT 

AND ADORABLE

I WANNA PROTECT HER

Thta was a lot of science talk 

aww the little hat 

so CUTE

look at em go

kicking jaffa butt

speeding around the place

HER HAIR 

I CANNOT STAND HER

SHE’S SO CUTE

wow thats a big ship

arm band is no longer working 

surprise surprise it happens in the middle of an important mission 

oh Hammond is MAD MAD 

Anise and you can bugger off

Janet’s face is like “did this bitch really just say what I think she just said”

NO SAM

JACK NO

OH BOY 

OOOOOOHHHH BOOOOOYYYYY

FAM I HATE THEM AND I LOVE THEM

THIS IS HONESTLY HEART BREAKING 

BECAUSE THEY OLY NOW REALISE HOW IN LOVE THEY ARE 

FUCK OFF

I LOVE THEM AND I HATE THEM 

BUT I LOVE THEM MORE 

i got a new computer today and the SOUND QUALITY IS SO MUCH BETTER

Aw Sam woke up first 

lol he wakes up funny 

he’s gonna do anything he can to help her

“you gotta get out of here sir”

“so do you” 

STOP IT YOU LOVE STRUCK NERDS

RUN BABIES RUN 

GET YO ASES OUT OF THERE

Look at that little jump over the rock

they’re in soooo much trouble

the fact these space babies didn’t get court marshalled a mllion times still shocks me 

ouch

that had to hurt

nice camera work

I AM VERY WELL GENERAL HAMMOND

lol 

i fuking love Teal’c 

what a sweetheart

i love him

could be a little less sarcastic to the Tok’ra Jack

I hate them as much as you do but no need to make things worse for yoruself 

this is why they never help you 

cause you are sassy to them

Final Thoughts: 

I love this episode

I love the silly space babies

I love Sam and Jack’s outfits when they go for steak

I love Sam’s hair

A lot

I love Sam in red

its a good colour for her

I genuienly hate the Tok’ra 

they’re useless

Jacob is ok

Martouf is mostly ok

the rest kinda suck tbh

Janet Deserved Better

all in all its a fun episode and I love it and it gives me the giggles which is what we all need right now

So tell me, beautiful people, what is our favourite moment from Upgrades? Lemme know and thanks for reading! 

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two sworn enemies — draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

summary: there is only one thing worse than being hated by draco malfoy; it’s being fancied by him.

requests are closed for now! please refrain from plagiarizing my work.

After being on the receiving end of Malfoy's torment for four whole years at Hogwarts—a place where she's supposed to be making friends and learning and making the most out of all her youthful years—[Y/N] is beginning to grow tired.

The last thing she’s supposed to be worrying about is a snarky Slytherin boy who always has some sort of rude remark resting on his lips every time he comes across her in the corridors. Or anywhere, for that matter—Draco Malfoy's incessant jest seems to stay within no boundaries.

Eleven-year-old [Y/N] used to be fazed by it; she used to cry herself to sleep every time the platinum blond would push past her in the hallway, yelling out something offensive on his way, usually to do with her friendship with blood-traitors and the "big-headed" Harry Potter (or so Malfoy referred to him). She used to feel angry—angry enough to want to whip her wand out at him and hex him into oblivion every time he'd even as much as lay eyes on her. But the more Malfoy tried to bother her, the more it didn't anymore.

Fourth year wasn't so bad. Malfoy had already called her about a hundred nasty names at that point and was running out of them—his creativity was dwindling and [Y/N]'s concern along with it. She'd even laughed at him, one time during Transfiguration class—genuinely laughed, not out of frustration or anger but because she found something that he said to her funny.

"How does it feel being surrounded by blood-traitors and Mudbloods, [Y/L/N]? Pity you chose the wrong crowd to hang around."

"How did it feel to get punched by a girl, Malfoy? I hear Hermione packs quite a punch."

Malfoy’s nose had wrinkled into his signature sneer before he scoffed. "Tell Granger she can improve her right hook." At which point [Y/N] had snorted out a laugh—and yes, it wasn't a full-blown burst of chortles, but it was a laugh nonetheless.

Fifth year rolls around and Draco Malfoy is the least of [Y/N]'s worries. She's gotten over his nagging at this point; all his jabs have lost a bit, if not all of their luster.

But then a week after classes have started, Malfoy starts acting—weird. Very weird. [Y/N] has no idea what's gotten into him, but Draco's cruel insults seem to have veered off course and taken a very dramatic turn. He still yells at her in the hallways, but not to make some harmful jibe [Y/N] has heard thousands of times before. Instead Draco—yes, Draco Malfoy, the same boy who has never once failed to torment her in the past years they've known each other—has now made it a habit to yell pick-up lines. At her. At [Y/N]. At the same girl he's been bad-mouthing for the past four years.

The first time it happens, [Y/N] can't believe her ears. She thinks he's yelling at someone else other than her, because there is no way bloody Draco Malfoy is shouting "DO YOU PLAY QUIDDITCH? BECAUSE YOU SEEM LIKE A KEEPER" at her from halfway across the Great Hall.

But he's definitely staring at her, grinning widely in that conceited sort of way that [Y/N] has always despised.

"Is he talking to me?" [Y/N] asks Hermione, bewildered.

"Looks like it." Hermione looks just as surprised as her. "Knowing Malfoy, he's not up to anything good. Ignore him, [Y/N]."

But ignoring Draco Malfoy is not something [Y/N] is capable of; the feistiness in her makes sure of that. So instead of moving on and turning a blind eye, she cups her hands over her mouth and yells, just as loud, "ARE YOU A BLUDGER? BECAUSE I'D LOVE TO BASH A BEATER'S BAT INTO YOUR—"

Whatever Malfoy is up to, [Y/N] isn't entirely sure she's enjoying it. The next afternoon—also in the Great Hall, while [Y/N] is doing her homework instead of eating lunch (because Snape apparently thinks it's a good idea to ask for a four-page essay when the school year has barely even started), there's a thump and [Y/N] looks up to see that there's a little red envelope sitting on her empty plate. Looking even further up, she sees an owl flying away from the table and out of the roof of the Great Hall, where the owls always come from to deliver letters—although that only happens at breakfast. Which means this is from someone else, likely another student.

[Y/N] stares.

"It's a Howler," Harry says from next to her, like she doesn't already know.

"I'm aware," she mutters, narrowing her eyes at it before she sets down her quill to grab it.

"Who would send you a Howler?" Ron has looked up from where he'd been shoveling beans into his plate. He crowds into her space, peering at the envelope she now holds in her hands; and she can't really answer him, because only her name is scribbled across the front in handwriting she doesn't recognize. Whoever sent it to her didn't bother with writing their own name.

She hesitates, brows furrowed as she, too, wonders where it's from. Her parents don't have a reason to send her a Howler—unless she's done something wrong that she isn't aware of. But it's only been a week since school has started and as far as she can tell, she hasn't done anything worthy of being sent a Howler. Or at least not yet.

"Might as well," she sighs—it's going to deliver its message one way or the other, anyway, and [Y/N] prefers to open it herself than have it burst into flames, rain ashes down upon her homework, and then start talking—so she opens the envelope.

The Howler jumps to life in front of her, hovering in front of her face, and [Y/N] has never seen a piece of stationery look so angry before. A forked tongue slips out of the envelope—[Y/N] braces herself for the worst, despite not knowing who on earth might have sent it—until a familiar voice booms around the Great Hall.

"ARE YOU A BASILISK? BECAUSE WHEN I SAW YOU, I FROZE."

Ron's shoulders automatically start shaking with laughter. Most of the Great Hall—or at least the ones close enough to hear the Howler—have turned around to watch the spectacle unfold, giggling behind their palms and pointing at [Y/N] like she can't see them. [Y/N], in the meantime, stares, completely dead to the world and everything else around her, because she knows that voice.

But then the Howler keeps talking. "IF YOU LET ME TAKE YOU ON A DATE, I CAN PROMISE YOU THINGS THOSE FILTHY PEASANTS CAN NEVER GIVE YOU."

The entire hall has fallen completely silent. [Y/N] feels her face burning up, but not with embarrassment—[Y/N] is angry. She feels it thrumming in her veins, curling around her lungs, clouding all of her senses.

With a single flick of [Y/N]'s wand, the Howler bursts into flames with a final feeble wheeze of I'm also a fairly good snogger. Ron is roaring with laughter and Harry has also joined in. Two-faced gits.

[Y/N] slams her palms down on the table and vaguely even registers the pain this gives her as she steps out from behind the bench and turns around to face the Slytherin table because of course she knows who sent the Howler. Of course she knows who would go out of his way to humiliate her in front of the entirety of Hogwarts, because that extremely irritating, maddeningly haughty voice can only belong to one person—and sure enough, the idiot in question is standing there on top of the benches, arms outstretched towards her and that proud, snooty look on his face like he expects her to actually be impressed.

Over Ron and Harry's laughter, [Y/N] shouts angrily, "Malfoy!"

Malfoy drops his arms to his sides, hops off the bench, and swaggers towards her. She meets him halfway—and when she does, she doesn't hesitate to shove him angrily by the shoulders. He stumbles back a little, but he's still grinning annoyingly wide. "Have you come to me bearing an answer?" he says, his tone mocking, and [Y/N] just barely suppresses herself from whipping out her wand and jabbing it somewhere she wouldn't want a wand anywhere near. They are still surrounded by teachers. "I imagine it's a yes—who would turn me down, after all—"

"Drop the fucking act," she hisses; all eyes are on them, because Hogwarts never passes up a chance for gossip, and this might be the most exciting one yet. Draco Malfoy publicly asking out the girl everyone knows he's hated, and has hated him, for a long time—what a spectacle. But [Y/N] knows that his intentions are far from genuine; this is just another way to humiliate her and get on her nerves. And as much as she hates to admit it, it's a pretty good fucking move, because she hasn't been this annoyed by him in a long time.

Her teeth are gritted together so hard her words barely come out coherent. "I don't know what you're playing at," she practically growls, taking a step closer to get in his face, "But I encourage you to get yourself together."

But Malfoy seems unaffected. "Pity you didn't let the Howler finish," he drawls, still with that same smirk on his lips as he wriggles his brows suggestively. "I could've told you more about my superior snogging skills."

"Which is exactly why I didn't," she fumes. "We're in the middle of lunch—any more of you talking about your 'superior snogging skills' and the entirety of this hall would've thrown up on themselves. I know I would've."

At this, the smile on Malfoy's face droops a little, a ghost of his familiar sneer seeping in. [Y/N] takes a step back away from him, because she can't stand being more than a few feet near the prat. "You've got a lot of nerve, pulling this," she scoffs. "Try it again and you'll regret it. Now excuse me while I go do my bloody homework."

And then she turns around, goes back to the Gryffindor table, and does her bloody homework.

—

But Malfoy, as it turns out, isn't as weak-willed as he lets on. She's started receiving Howlers every morning at breakfast, all of which burst into flames every time to rain ashes upon her innocent plate of eggs and toast, but only after loudly blurting out some ridiculously bad pick-up line. It's been four days since the first Howler and they've only gotten progressively worse ever since—"you must be a Boggart because I'm terrified of pretty women"—and [Y/N] is beginning to grow so very tired.

Today, she hexes him in the middle of the hallway just as he's coming out of Potions class. She had warned him, all those days ago, that he'd regret it if he didn't let up. So [Y/N] watches, terribly amused as Draco starts wailing in the corridor, his hands splayed over his face in a measly attempt to cover the sardines falling out of his nostrils. It's an irreversible hex—or at least for eight hours—but until then, Draco will have to deal with the tiny fishes that shoot out of his nose at random intervals. [Y/N] can't bring herself to feel bad, not when he's humiliated her time and time again in front of so many people.

No Howlers arrive the morning after. There's a sense of what feels like disappointment coming off of the Great Hall; some people have actually turned around in their seats to watch her in anticipation for an owl to come swooping down upon her bearing a red envelope. Unfortunately for them, it doesn't happen. [Y/N], meanwhile, is finally at peace.

Or at least until Ron jabs her in the side and goes, "So are you?" he's grinning. "A Boggart, I mean."

It's a reference to the Howler she received yesterday. Her movements are dangerously swift; immediately she smacks the back of his head, sending him into a complaining frenzy. She rolls her eyes. "Stupid Malfoy."

"As much as I hate to say this," Harry begins, "I kind of wish you hadn't hexed him into stopping. His pick-up lines were pretty funny."

"Ha!" [Y/N] points a finger at Harry and nods approvingly, laughing a little. "That's a good one, Harry."

Harry stares at her dead in the eye. "Oh, I wasn't joking."

Her face falls.

"I suppose being on the receiving end of Malfoy's affection isn't any better than being hated by him," says Hermione, offering [Y/N] a sympathetic smile. "It's a good thing you showed him not to mess with you any further, [Y/N]."

[Y/N] tries for a smile of her own, but it comes out all stiff and crooked. "I feel like the past few days have been a fever dream," she says, shuddering. "This new form of—bullying, I don't know—has just been so weird. The bad names I've gotten used to, but—the compliments? The pick-up lines?"

"D'you think he's gone off his rocker?" Ron suggests.

"Maybe he fancies you," says Hermione off-handedly.

The effect this has on the three is instantaneous; Ron, Harry, and [Y/N] simultaneously blanch as though they've all swallowed something sour at the same time. Ron is choking on a piece of toast and Harry has spit water everywhere.

"Absolutely not," [Y/N] is shaking her head, nose wrinkled in distaste. "He can't possibly—that's ridiculous. We've hated each other for years."

"Feelings do change," Hermione shrugs, rolling her eyes at Ron and Harry, who have yet to recover from their initial shock. "And besides, it was just a suggestion. Although I don't see why he'd go out of his way to send you Howlers repeatedly asking you out if he doesn't fancy you."

"Because he wants to humiliate me in front of everyone!"

"Oh, alright, alright," Hermione sighs, sensing her defeat. "But you never know."

Ron has gathered his bearings once more. He turns to Hermione, genuine concern flooding his features, and blubbers, "Did I hear you right? Malfoy—fancying [Y/N]?"

"Yes, Ronald." Another eye-roll. "It's not that outlandish. Boys are boys—even Malfoy."

"Merlin's beard," he slumps down in his seat, shaking his head. "I don't think I've ever been this surprised. Not since I heard that Percy managed to score himself a girlfriend, and that was three years ago."

A few days pass, and while no more Howlers arrive, Malfoy is still as insistent as ever in his attempts to "woo" her—or, well, whatever it is he's trying to do. [Y/N] doesn’t quite know what to call it anymore; for some reason, it no longer feels like an attempt to bully or humiliate her. It's not as though he's insulting her, and it's not like her reputation is in any way being lessened. In fact, most of Hogwarts, it seems, enjoys the so-called "love-hate relationship" they've got going on, and expects them to get together sometime in the near future.

[Y/N] learns all of this from Fred and George, who are always a good source of gossip.

"What better love story than two sworn enemies falling in love?" George gushes, clasping his hands together.

"So romantic," Fred sings, closing his eyes and swaying his hips as though listening to a sultry tune only he can hear. “Setting aside their differences to answer the call of their hearts."

"Oh, Malfoy's still an arse, of course."

"But it's still romantic."

Part of [Y/N] wishes that the twins hadn’t told her that, because it makes it all the more confusing on her part. If, by some miracle, Malfoy does fancy her—what is she supposed to do? Ride off with him into the sunset? They are enemies—they have been for four, supposedly five years now, except this year Malfoy is being an insufferable twat who won't stop yelling pick-up lines at her in the hallways.

[Y/N] decides to turn a blind eye on him. If she ignores him for long enough, he's bound to stop.

Right?

—

Despite being a close friend to the famous Harry Potter, [Y/N] can say she’s made a name for herself at school that stretches far beyond just that girl who hangs out with the Chosen One. She’s been playing for the Gryffindor Quidditch team for two years and has contributed to some of the house’s most fantastic wins as a Chaser, and she’s also a fairly good student. She may have a penchant for trouble-making, but she knows how to limit herself. She prides herself for her work ethic and thus her grades are above average—enough for her to earn the favor of most of her teachers and for eager first-years to sometimes come up to her asking for help doing homework.

But enough for those very same first-years to come up to her in the hallway ready to do all of her biddings for the day, practically demanding her to hand over her books so that they can carry them for her? No. Certainly not. [Y/N] may have made a name for herself, but definitely not one renowned enough to earn the eleven-year-olds now crowded around her moments after she steps out of potions class, telling her that, “We’re here at your disposal! If you need us to do anything, just say the word!”

[Y/N] stares at the three children clustered around her, all wide-eyed and for some reason incredibly eager for her to start bossing them around.

Taken aback, she ushers them into a corner; the hallway is busy and people will keep bumping into them if they stay in the middle of the hallway like that.

Once away from the bustling main corridor, she bends down a little so that she’s at eye-level with all of them. “At my disposal?” she repeats, eyes narrowing playfully. “What do you mean?”

“We’re here to carry your books for you or grab you snacks from the kitchens or tie your shoelaces if you need us to!” one of them exclaims, bouncing on his toes.

Alright—this is getting ridiculous. [Y/N] pauses, lips pressed together into a thin line as she stares at each one of the first-years in turn; all three of them are staring at her as though waiting for her to start asking them to do push-ups.

She inhales. Someone must have put them up to this, because there is no way these children woke up this morning and simultaneously decided to become her servants for the day.

“Well,” she begins, smiling at them—and good grief, did she really look that young when she was eleven? “Thank you for offering to help me. I appreciate it, really—but lucky for me I’ve got some very capable arms and I think I can handle tying my shoelaces and carrying my books around and whatnot. But again—thank you. You’re all very nice.”

She pauses to look at their reactions; the smiles on their faces have drooped a little as they turn to one another, seemingly at a loss for words. “But,” the one girl says, frowning, “We’re supposed to help you.”

[Y/N] raises her eyebrows. “Supposed to?”

Someone definitely put them up to this—[Y/N] is certain of it now. And she has a good guess as to who.

She starts by saying, tone gentle, “Did someone tell you to do this? Because that’s really kind, and I’d love to thank them.”

The girl bunches up her lips in thought, shuffling her feet against the ground. “We’re not supposed to say,” she mutters, glancing at the two boys next to her nervously.

[Y/N] inhales. She needs confirmation, so she crouches down so that she’s the same height as them, and offers them all the friendliest, most trustworthy smile she can muster. The kind that wins over eleven-year-olds. “You won’t get in trouble if you tell me,” she tells them gently, and waits for them to nod in understanding before she goes, “Was it Malfoy? Draco Malfoy?”

They don’t have to respond—the looks on their faces are enough confirmation. [Y/N] suppresses the urge to roll her eyes, because of course Malfoy is the kind of person to somehow get first-years to do something like this. And she’s pretty sure it has something to do with bribery.

“Did he promise to give you anything, maybe?” [Y/N] presses on patiently.

The girl leans in and cups her hand over her mouth to whisper excitedly, “Chocolate frogs. Five for each of us.”

Ah. Of course. [Y/N] sighs inwardly and nods, standing up properly to once more tower over the tiny first-years. As much as she would love to have her own personal butlers, there is absolutely no way she is agreeing to take any part in exploiting these young kids. So she ruffles all of their hair in turn and promises to give them much, much more chocolate frogs than Malfoy will ever be able to offer if they swear to ignore him for the rest of their lives.

So she stands there in the hallway, a minute late for Transfiguration, watching the three first-years skip down the hallway, grinning excitedly to themselves—no doubt because they’ve just been promised what could be an infinite supply of chocolate frogs.

Which [Y/N] will now have to spend a lump of her summer savings on. Great. Bloody fantastic.

She didn’t think she could hate Draco Malfoy even more than she already did, but now, with the burden of buying chocolate frogs resting on her shoulders, she realizes that anything is possible.

[Y/N] finds Draco later on in the day when she’s heading to the Great Hall for dinner; as she’s passing by a window that coincidentally overlooks the Quidditch pitch, she sees him zooming around the stadium by himself, no doubt practicing to better his (in [Y/N]’s opinion) ghastly Seeker skills.

So she trudges off to the pitch, arms folded over her chest as she yells, “Malfoy!”

He notices, stops in mid-air, and immediately flies down to land in front of her, one hand on his hip and the other resting on top of his broom. That signature smirk is already on his face, mirrored by [Y/N]'s angry scowl. “Here to take me up on my offer for a date?” he grins, shaking his (sweaty, wet) hair out of his eyes. [Y/N] watches the movement, unimpressed. “Or were you just planning to watch me practice?”

She scoffs, tearing her eyes away from the way he’s running a hand through his blond hair. “Neither. I thought you were bad enough, Malfoy, but bribing first-years into doing my bidding for me? In exchange for bloody chocolate frogs?”

Malfoy’s hand pauses in carding through his hair. He drops it back to his side. “So you figured it out.”

”Why else would first-years be so eager for me to boss them around?”

”Maybe because they find you just as beautiful as I do?” he suggests, eyes glinting, the smile on his face growing even wider. [Y/N] lets out a quick breath of incredulous laughter, because is he really still keeping this act up when no one is around to see? Is he that desperate to get on her nerves?

“Just stop it, Malfoy,” she says through gritted teeth, taking a step closer to him. At this, he whistles a little, eyebrows rising, and for some reason [Y/N] tries very, very hard not to look at the sweat trickling down his forehead, the pale pink hue of his cheeks from the strain of practicing—“Please for the love of Merlin can you just drop the whole I’m-in-love-with-you act? You got what you wanted. You’ve annoyed me enough.”

Draco's nose wrinkles. “Oh, but that’s not what I wanted,” the smile on his face falters a little. ”Did you really think I did all of this just to annoy you?”

[Y/N]’s eyebrows furrow—and is that her heart skipping a beat? No. No, definitely not. Falling quiet for a few moments, she finally sniffs and says, “Why else would you go out of your way to act absolutely smitten by me?”

An echo of Hermione's voice from several days ago reverberates through her head. Maybe he fancies you.

Malfoy shrugs, his smirk falling just the tiniest bit to be replaced by a semblance of sincerity. But that can’t be. And then he says, “Maybe I fancy you,” and [Y/N]’s eyes widen.

That can’t be right. Flabbergasted, she blinks, taking a step back. This has to be some sort of joke—no, yes, that’s exactly what this is: another way to crawl under her skin and annoy the daylights out of her. She has to applaud him for his creativity.

Pinching the space between her eyes in irritation, she looks up at Malfoy, inhales, and says, deadpan, “I’m being serious.”

“I am too,” Malfoy counters, eyebrows raised innocently, and [Y/N] has never wanted to smack him more than she does now.

She lets out another incredulous laugh, because this entire situation is just so bloody ridiculous that she can’t quite wrap her head around it. Throwing her hands up in the air in frustration, she turns to him and says, “Alright—okay. Let’s say you do fancy me. I’m going to pretend for a few seconds that you do—okay?”

Draco watches her, evidently amused judging by his grin, shrugs, and nods.

“Okay,” she huffs. “If you do fancy me—why on earth would you?”

Draco opens his mouth, but she cuts him off: “We hate each other, Malfoy. We’ve hated each other since the moment you laid eyes on me and I laid eyes on you. What could have possibly changed your rotten mind?”

He rolls his eyes at this, shifting a little on where he stands. “For starters,” he begins, like he’s talking to a five-year-old, “I didn’t hate you. I disliked the fact that you hung out with the wrong sort of people.”

”The wrong sort of people,” she repeats, deadpan.

“The Weasleys. Blood traitors. Mudbloods.”

She scowls at him, brain struggling to fathom what the bloody hell he’s trying to tell her. Managing to once more plow through her confusion, she says, “Your point is?”

“I’d have asked you out long ago if only you were smarter with who you chose to befriend,” and there it is—that familiar, distasteful sneer [Y/N] hasn’t seen in a long time. “Your family’s one of the oldest wizarding families around. It’s a shame.”

She lets out another scoff of disbelief, but the first few of Draco's words have something inside of her stirring. She refuses to address it and instead says, “So—and again, I’m pretending—you fancy me because of my family?”

He lets out a little sniff. “Not what I said.”

”What is it you’re trying to say, then?”

“Blimey, how long is it going to take you to realize that I actually bloody fancy you?”

Draco has dropped all pretense of nonchalant arrogance; he’s staring at her, obviously frustrated and a little annoyed. He stops leaning on his broom and lets it drop to the ground in favor of advancing towards her until he’s mere inches away from her face.

”I fancy you,” he repeats, and it’s funny, how he says it, because declarations of love are supposed to be sweet and gentle—not scathing and angry. He’s scowling down at her, lip curling, brows drawn in together in the middle in a tight frown. “I’ve decided that I don’t care who you hang around anymore because I fancy you. Do you get it now?”

[Y/N] swallows, staring at him, momentarily frozen. Malfoy doesn’t seem as though he’s joking—and now she doesn’t know what to say. She’s never been this close to him before—close enough to see herself in the reflection of his eyes, which are a striking grey and remind her of thunderstorms brewing behind dark clouds—

She takes in a deep breath and swivels around, turning away from him. “Stop sending children to be my servants,” she says, and starts to walk away—until Malfoy grabs her wrist and forces her to look at him again.

For a moment the look in his eyes convinces [Y/N] that he’s about to apologize, but then his lips are splitting into a wide grin again and he says, “What if I bribe a seventh year into doing your homework for you?”

Another scoff. She tears her wrist away from his grip and stalks off, in complete and utter disbelief.

”Or a house-elf to bring you food?” he calls after her. “Someone to do your hair for you in the morning? Or someone to yell at me for you?”

She halts at the last one, and for some odd, unknown reason, she feels like smiling. But she doesn’t, because that will open a door into something she isn’t sure she wants to explore. So she turns around, suppressing that mysterious little smile, already twenty feet away from Malfoy as she says, loudly, “I like doing that last one myself, thanks.”

From this distance, she thinks Malfoy might be smiling. But she doesn’t stay long enough to find out.

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Slytherin!

And another one bites the dust! I still have one more from the trio, three guesses who that is ( ͡❛ ‿‿ ͡❛) But in the meantime i have some other imagines and hcs too!! I’m gonna be honest, I feel I’ve lost my touch when it comes to writing, so please be kind. Enjoy this sort of creepy rose tea!

Slytherin! The hat had barely touched Illumi’s jet black hair when it shouted what everyone already knew.

Illumi was a pure-blood coming from a very long line of important pureblood people and not to mention crazy rich. His huge manor had a gothic and Romanesque style, not to mention it was all painted in black and darker shades of green. They were proud Slytherins, the lot of them.

His family was well known for concocting poisons of all kinds for unsavory people or situations, all commissioned for a prize and guaranteed to work. Everyone wanted to befriend him just to be safe from his wrath and have a chance at importance. Nobody wanted to find themselves on the opposite end of his ire, having something lethal slipped into their morning pumpkin juice.

It was no surprise he excelled at all of his clases with a precision that told everyone he had already taken the course before even coming to school. But by far the most praised he received came from DADA (Defense Against the Dark Arts), and Potions.

Rumor has it he does the cruciatus curse nonverbally and for fun. He and his “followers” / bullies sometimes practice it behind closed doors on students who have crossed them.

He was perfect, but his flaw was his lack of emotions. Illumi rarely displayed something besides a sneer of disgust when mudbloods or annoying halfbloods got in his way. Even then, his face seemed incapable of showing anything else.

Still, his little brother was the only thing that got him to display some mild happiness. So different from him in all aspects, his little brother was a Gryffindor just because his best friend was one too. This fact irritated Illumi to no end, but there was nothing money couldn’t buy, including spies. Which was how he met you.

On a rainy evening you were covering your head with your cloak as you ran for the halls. Coming from the greenhouses as Herbology had finished, you ran into someone dropping your books. Already drenched and tired from the slight jog, you groaned and without even glancing upwards, you went to pick up the mess.

“Hey watch where you’re going, idiot?” His tone was very juvenile, and you could tell it was one of the first or second years.

“Killua that’s not nice” a boy kneeled bride you and helped you get the rest of the quills and ink bottles that weren’t broken. “He doesn’t mean it, he’s just grumpy his brother’s been stalking him all day.”

“Stop telling people, you idiot” Kill screamed comically at his friend, who in turn didn’t even flinched at him and smiled brightly at you.

“Thank you for that,” you chuckled at the dynamic both kids had, “If you don’t mind me asking, what’s all that about your brother stalking you? Does he go to Hogwarts?”

“Tch” Killua crossed his arms and huffed, not looking at you, meanwhile Got kept smiling at you “He does, he’s in Slytherin and is kind of mad that Killua is in Gryffindor.” Got scratched the back of his head.

“Ahh, well, I could give you a couple of spells that could help with that, if you want”

“I don’t want your help,” Killua said gruffly, but you could tell he was being bashful.

“We’ll take them, thank you so much”

“Well, let’s go to the great hall its sure you must be starving too” the three of you walked back down the hallway unaware of the eyes behind your backs “By the way, I’m (Y/N)”

“I’m Gon”

The three of you became fast friends, including his other friends from other houses, Kurapika and Leorio. In your honest opinion, you thought the two were neurotic parents when it came to Killua and Gon, which left you feeling like an older sister.

However, this is when things start going down the rabbit hole. As days passed hanging out with the group, you started feeling watched every time you were left alone. You had given Killua the spells for his little brotherly issue, but now you were feeling paranoid yourself.

Grabbing your things you said your goodbyes to your friends and head down to the library, that Arithmacy essay wouldn’t write itself. You were walking down the empty hallways, clutching the strap of your messenger weathered bag. The only sound was the footfalls of your steps and the flickering of the torches, but you could still feel someone was following you. You started walking faster until you reached the library doors and the dusty place never felt safer.

Picking a table you dropped your things, rolling out the bit of parchment and your ink and quill. You hadn’t even written down your name or the date when you felt the overwhelming pressure of someone right standing right behind you.

Slight beads of sweat rolled down your back as you gathered enough courage to look behind you. You weren’t given the opportunity as someone slammed their books in front of you, making you yelp and jump at the intrusion.

Your previous anxiety morphed into genuine ambers of fear when you saw who was sitting right in from you. Long black hair held in it graceful bun, Slytherin robes, uniform in impeccable state and expressionless eyes. This was the student everyone ran away from and his void eyes were looking straight at you. You visibly gulped, and you were contemplating whether his stare was him asking you to leave the table because he had arrived or something else entirely.

You cleared your throat and went to roll your parchment.

“Please do not leave on my accord, it would be rather rude” you gulped the excess of saliva pooling in your mouth at the sound of his voice. How could your throat feel dry yet your mouth full of your saliva?

Without mustering an answer you simply nodded eagerly and unrolled the parchment once more, opening your ink and dipping the quill into it.

Illumi seemed content that you were ignoring the suffocating aura he carried with him, and unrolled his own parchment getting to work on his own essay. After a couple of minutes working casually, you started to delve deeper into your work and completely ignored the boy in front of you.

“So, you are (Y/N)” his voice was emotionless and his eyes were glued to his work “I’ve heard many good things about you from the professors”

You looked up to him, but he still didn’t meet your eyes, his quill scratching against the parchment creating an elegant font. It made you quite embarrassed of your own handwriting.

“I-I wouldn’t say such a thing, I’m only an average student” he hummed nonchalantly.

“Is that so?” You couldn’t help the feeling that he was getting to the heart-dropping-to-your-stomach climax of the conversation “Such a pity”

“Sorry?” Why was it a pity? Was he mocking you for your humbleness? your brows scrunched up in confusion.

“Such a pity that you’re a mudblood” the word felt like a knife was thrusted into your heart tearing the sensitive tissue like it was wet paper.

You didn’t answer him, head tilted to the side looking at him in annoyance. Your lips wore a thin sardonic smile as you hummed in acknowledgment and somehow found it in you to keep writing your essay. This wasn’t the first time you heard the quip, and it wouldn’t be the last one, however every time you heard it, it only served to fuel the fire burning in your heart to show them all what you were capable go doing.

With a tired and disappointed sigh, Illumi placed his parchment aside waiting for the ink to dry before he rolled it. “How’s my little brother doing?” He asked out of nowhere and your heart grew two sizes too big for your chest as you choked on your spit.

“I…Don’t know who you’re talking about? I don’t believe I’ve met your brother” you dint look up from your parchment and keep scribbling away.

“Hmmm, funny, you’re all he talks about these days. I recall you giving him those spells that fateful day I lost track of him. Thank goodness for the fickle loyalty of others, otherwise I supposed we would’ve had this conversation far earlier than now and less calm too,” he commented as if he was looking at his nails and taking the bit of dirt under them.

“Killua” you muttered under your breath.

“So you do know him, I was beginning to worry your dirty blood was affection your brain and the ability to remember the simplest things. I suppose it’ll eventually happen given your status, but not now” You gritted your teeth but when your eyes met his soulless ones, you gulped, feeling small.

“I’ll ask this once, undo the spells and I’ll let you leave this library with no memory of ever having met me” Your skin crawled.

“A-and if I refuse” you were afraid of even speaking, but the fire in your heart also told you to stand up for the little kid who made you laugh and smile.

“Mmm, crucio” he didn’t have his wand out when he muttered the words like he was already done with you.

You sobbed and bit your hand in an attempt to not attract attention. A sinking feeling in your heart told you that calling for help would only make things worse for you and the poor soul. Your exhausted body slipped from the chair, feeling the currents of pain and landing in a heap on the floor.

“It’s not like I can’t undo the spells, but forcing them out of your stubborn mind would leave you a broken husk, and that would be counterproductive.”

Illumi kneeled down to your level, putting a piece of your hair behind your ear as he looked into your horrified eyes with his dark ones swirling with mirth. “I don’t want that. My brother has taken a liking to you, and it would be such a pity if a mudblood went missing in Hogwarts nonetheless” he gripped your cheeks, puffing them out in a mock-up kiss, and pulled your face closer to his “Undo. The. Spells” you whined.

“Go to hell,” you said with difficulty.

Illumi sighed and dropped you as he stood. He fetched his wand from his robes, and you jumped, grabbing your bag and taking cover behind the table. As the spell had fired and frizzled the papers and books behind you. You fetched your own wand and waited in the deafening silence. Your nerves were on edge as the environment had gone from bearable to run-for-your-life desperate. You didn’t want to look over the table, afraid he’d take the opportunity and leave you headless. There were enough headless ghosts already. With a silent breath, you crouched and ran into the bookshelves feeling the graze of his spells on your right arm. The stinging jinx almost burned through your robes as you scampered away and closer to the library entrance. Madam Pince wasn’t here, and you wished she wouldn’t have trusted you to come alone after curfew.

You eyed the exit but the fact that you couldn’t hear anything coming from behind you, told you this was a trap. You wished the wizarding world allowed cellphones into Hogwarts but alas. You breathed several times and ran towards the exit, as you were almost to the doors, you heard the magic crackling and turned in the nick of time to block the unsavory stunning spell. However, another one aimed much too fast hit you square in the chest, making you slowly drop to the floor.

Illumi came into view, his long hair no longer in a bun. He sighed tiredly and crouched down to you. Cold delicate fingers brushed your tears away, lingering to caress your cheek for a moment.

“Your kind never learns, but fret not. I’ll be sure to teach you manners. After all, pets need to be trained. Otherwise, they become unruly and will not tolerate unruly mutts in my chambers” he creepily smirked down at you, levitating your body to go behind him as he exited the library.

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