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starlocked01 · 4 years

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A Bard in the Hand is Worth Something, Right?

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Masterpost- Previous- Next

Summary: Janus never had trouble getting exactly what he wanted in life until a careless royal in poor disguise stumbled into the same roadside inn.

Content Warning- Attempted Manipulation, Being chased by an animal, brief mentions of Alcohol

Day 13 Roceit- Everyone has a superpower but when soulmates are close in proximity the powers are nullified.

"You will do exactly as I say. Buy me a drink."

"Woah, slow down there, little lady. I usually buy drinks for the fellas if you know what I mean," Janus stared in confusion at the unaffected smile from the regally dressed man. That wasn’t the correct response to his power. Being misidentified was even more annoying so he decided to try again.

"You will do exactly what I say. I am a man and you will refer to me as such," Janus smirked.

"My apologies, sir. I really shouldn't have assumed. Why do you keep saying that thing though? We can carry a normal conversation without you trying to twist my arm, right?" The stranger grinned and signaled to the barkeep for two ales. Janus was dumbfounded. He could charm anyone to his will, so why was this man acting so… free-willed?

"Hello?" The man waved his hand in front of Janus' face, offering him an ale, "are you alright?"

Janus shook his head to clear it, "I'm fine. Thank you. What is a member of the royal family doing in an inn far removed from the castle with no visible bodyguard?"

"Is it that obvious? I'm trying to make my own way in the world as a bard but apparently I'm nothing but royalty," the stranger sulked into his drink. Janus felt the smallest amount of pity for him. It was gone in a moment. The prince would get over the burden of his unfathomable wealth and power after getting tired of singing for a living.

Janus took a sip of his drink and debated trying to use his power again. He decided against it for the moment and instead asked, "are you any good at singing?"

"Am I? Yes. Yes, I am. I've always been a natural," the man grinned and offered his hand, "my name is Pr- Roman. Just Roman. What's yours?"

Janus took his hand and gave a firm shake, "Janus."

"Janice? I thought you said-"

"Jan-us," he replied, emphasizing the correct pronunciation. Perhaps he'd been foolish in his choice of name but the meaning fit him like a glove, and with others, he never had a problem being misgendered before. What made this prince different?

"Well, Janus, would you like to see just how well I sing?" Roman smiled at the man and was gesturing toward the inn door.

"How do I know this isn't a trap?" Janus questioned him.

"By my word of honor. Perhaps honor does not mean much where you come from, but as you've already guessed, honor means a great deal to my family," Janus was slightly impressed with the pretty speech. He decided to trust this man at least far enough to walk outside with him. Really the prince was the one making a mistake trusting him.

Outside the inn, the prince started walking directly into the darkening woods, confusing Janus even further.

"Is that a wise choice, Roman?" he called after the man who turned back with a grin on his face.

"Just trust me!" Roman beckoned. Janus took a deep hissing breath through his teeth and stepped into the woods, remaining vigilant. There were dangerous creatures in these woods and even more dangerous people.

He quickly caught up to the careless prince who seemed to be looking for something. After a few minutes, Roman stuck out his hand to stop Janus in his path. Roman bent down and picked up a snake, one of the most venomous varieties, and started singing.

Of all the ridiculous things Janus had seen in his life, this was the most reckless.

Roman started looking very confused as the snake hissed at him. Sensing it was about to strike, Janus lept forward and grabbed it safely, throwing far into the brush.

“You Idiot! That thing could have killed you!” he yelled at the prince who still didn’t look afraid as much as concerned, a hand on his chest.

“That usually works… why didn’t my power work?”

“Your power of being utterly reckless like the high and mighty unaffected prince you are?” Janus bit back, not caring about the man’s power.

“Shut up, you are so cute when you’re angry!” Roman grinned, “but no, my power is communicating with animals through song.”

“I’ll make you eat those words, you fool!” Janus snarled and Roman just laughed. His merriment was quickly ended by a much deeper snarl coming from the brush. Roman positioned himself between the sound and Janus and started singing again. His voice faltered as a large black animal with two large horns emerged from the foliage. He sang louder, more desperately with no effect.

Roman glanced back at Janus, “that’s a Yale. I- I- I don’t know why this isn’t working but if it’s horns swivel, run.”

Janus nodded, not taking his eyes off the massive creature. The Yale struck the ground with its cloven foot and a snort. Roman started singing at the top of his lungs, shaky and barely melodic.

The right horn swiveled back while the left swiveled forward, pointed directly at the pair when the animal dipped its head down.

“RUN!” Roman pushed Janus and they both took off, crashing through the forest in the twilight dark. They could hear the animal chasing them relentlessly. Branches scraped at their faces and clothes. When Janus felt as though he could run no longer he heard the snarl of the wild beast and pushed himself farther and farther into the dark.

Roman shoved Janus hard to the side, “you go that way! It can’t chase us both and I’ll distract it!” Janus didn’t have time to argue and veered hard as Roman started to sing again.

Eventually, Janus could no longer hear the Yale or Roman, only the soft noises of bugs and frogs in the night. He must be near a pond. He stopped to catch his breath. In the quiet, he caught the sound of a soft and soothing melody. It was beautiful. It sounded like Roman. When he could stand again, Janus followed the voice to a clearing where he found Roman on the ground, surrounded by smaller forest animals, the snake they’d thrown earlier, and the massive Yale. Roman was petting it while singing soothingly.

Janus stepped into the clearing and nearly all of the animals scattered away except the Yale. Roman looked up and nodded Janus over.

“They are remarkably intelligent once you get through their aggressive nature,” Roman grabbed Janus’s wrist and laid his hand on the Yale’s nose, humming reassuringly to the creature. Janus could hardly believe this was the same animal that had charged at them minutes earlier.

“He’s beautiful,” Janus breathed, terrified of spooking the Yale.

“Yes, it is. You know I think I figured it out,” Roman sighed.

“Figured what out?” Janus asked.

“There is an old tale- and I know a five stanza song about it- about how powers are negated in the presence of your soulmate. Of course, soulmates are difficult to find, and even if you did, why would you want to be left powerless in their presence? But I think I understand. My singing didn’t work because you were close.”

“And my manipulation didn’t work on you,” Janus realized at once this prince must be right.

“So that’s what that was,” Roman grinned, “never fear, I will always respect you for who you are, my eventual love.”

They each stood up and the Yale let out an ethereal braying that left Janus shivering. Roman waved as he angled back the direction they had come running from, picking his way carefully around roots and plants, keeping Janus at his side. They eventually found their way back to the inn long after dark and the lamps outside had been lit.

“I don’t suppose you need a bard companion?” Roman asked with a sly grin.

“Perhaps I could use some company on the road,” Janus smiled and took Roman’s hand in his, kissing his knuckles, “thank you for saving me, brave knight.”

Roman broke out into peeling laughter that rivaled the general commotion from inside the inn, “it was my pleasure, Sir Janus.”

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#Soulmate September 2020 #tsshipmonth2020 #roceit #Roman sanders #janus sanders #fantasy au #soulmate au #can be romantic or platonic #tw alcohol #being chased #manipulation #trans janus

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mangomybeloved · 5 years

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ladrien june 2019

day 1 (kiss) @ladrienjune

ao3

Adrien was a prince blessed with many things. He had the entire world under his thumb, charming good looks, a great number of admirers, the finest clothes the kingdom can offer and yet he wished for more. It was something that even the finest of items couldn't provide. The love of one maiden, particularly that of the dashing knight Ladybug. She was known through the land for fighting the dastardly Hawkmoth and taking down many a foe. She was charming, dashing, and could easily take down a man with one movement. Adrien found himself utterly in love with her. His only desire was to one day be able to meet her face to face. His wish came to be granted, though not the way he expected. Turns out the golden boy was being watched from afar by Hawkmoth who wished to gain from the boy ultimate power and control. Hawkmoth learned of the boy's magic ring that allowed him to pounce around as he pleased, without making a sound, much like a cat. He had to acquire the ring at whatever cost. Hawkmoth disguised himself as a peddler one day and came upon the kingdom's doorstep, requesting an audience with Prince Adrien. He told how he had the finest of fashions and hats to show to His Highness. Adrien let him in and welcomed the man warmly, unaware of who he was and his intentions. Before long, Prince Adrien tried on a particular cloak, one which led Adrien to be akumatized and cast under a deep sleeping spell. Hawkmoth gathered the ring and rushed off laughing with glee, at his successful scheme and newfound treasure. Within seconds, the royal maid came upon the prince passed out in his dressing room and called for help. She brought the prince and laid him upon his bed. Many of the great doctors, spell casters and more were called from all over to undo the spell. However, all the potions and spoken spells couldn't undo the curse. The royal advisors had to turn to their last resort. They would have to call Hawkmoth and ask for his help. They pleaded to Hawkmoth and tried to bargain with him with jewels and gold and more. However, he rejected all their offers and finally, they asked him what would be the cure to the spell. Hawkmoth simply turned away and said, "Only true love's kiss can break the spell of course, it's a lucky charm that can break through any evil. Good luck finding his true love though, you'll need it as it must truly be a sincere love he feels and oh, that's very rare nowadays." The next day, a notice was put up throughout the kingdom asking for anyone to come forth and offer their kiss to the prince, and whoever can wake them up would be heavily rewarded. Many people came from afar, men and women and others came to kiss the prince's soft lips. However, it went in vain for a year as the prince had yet to even stir. One day, a woman dressed in a bright red cloak, a dark mask and a single ladybug pin on her chest read the notice and ventured on to save the prince. It was ingrained in Ladybug to help the people around her. The prince was no exception, however, she had deeper reasons to help him than she would like to admit. It started when she was younger and before she adopted her hero persona. As a civilian, she grew around the edges of the kingdom. It was a small town near a forest with no truly remarkable features. Which was why, the day the royal family passed through their kingdom, it was a huge commotion throughout and everyone pitched in to accommodate the royals as best as they could. Her own parents spent a whole day baking their best pastries to gift to the royals. The family passed through in a parade through the town, waving and greeting the villagers. They retrieved gifts and Ladybug made a bracelet for the prince especially, as it was one of the few things she could think of making for him. When she held out her gift to the prince, quietly speaking how it was a gift for him and hoping he'd like it, he gave a soft smile and took it from her. "Thank you milady, it's beautiful, I shall cherish it as my lucky charm. You truly have a gift." It was a small compliment, but it opened her heart to a new love for the PRINCE she never felt before. She felt recognized by him in a way she wasn't before. As Ladybug rushed to save him, she wondered if he would even remember who she was. For the past year, she would go back and forth wondering if it'd be best for her to try to throw her hat in the ring and kiss the boy she loved. However, an encounter with an encouraging woman with glasses and a really strong push along the way lead her to take the chance to save her true love. Ladybug finally arrived at the castle and got through Hawkmoth as fast as she could. It's amazing how being able to use anything within her midst allowed her to take villains down and leave them defeated. Within minutes, she leaves him tied up for the law to deal with as she takes Adrien's ring to give to her love. She finds him lying in his bed, a sleeping beauty. He looked almost angelic with his long lashes resting on his cheeks and soft hair spread around his head like a halo. Ladybug moves closer to kiss him and an object on his arm caught her eye before she could lean in completely. It was the lucky charm she made for him many years ago. Her heart clenched at the sweet gesture of him cherishing her gift so much, he still wore it so many years later. Ladybug was so overwhelmed with love and tenderness for the boy sleeping in front of her, she quickly leaned in and pressed her lips to his. His lips felt so soft and she lost herself in the kiss as she grasped his face in her hands. She found herself needing to breathe and leaned back to see a pair of the most beautiful green eyes staring at her with love. Adrien smiled at her softly as he took her hands in his. "My lady, is that really you and or am I simply dreaming again?" "If it was a dream, would I be able to confess my love for you?" Adrien's ears turned red hearing what his lady had to say. She mentioned how she loved him, his sweet smile, his kind and open heart, his soft hair, and more. He gathered the courage to confess to her as well and told how he admired her bravery, her determination, her striking blue eyes and everything about her. It was a sweet moment and they laid in each other's arms close and filled with love. And to think, it all started with one lucky charm and ended with a true love's kiss.

#ladrienjune #miraculous ladybug #my writing #im hoping this month challenge will help me with my writing block and practice my writing hand a bit!!#also the ending is a bit rushed but i wrote this at like 2 am last night so...

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mister-tom-a-dildo-lover · 6 years

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58 for Harry and 61 for a pre-Marauders Era Voldemort. 🙏

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Harrymort

Tags: Alternate Universe Altogether, Pre-Marauder’s Era, Jealous Voldemort, Misunderstandings, Gossip, Humor,

58: “I’d die for you. Of course I’d haunt you in the afterlife but really, it’s the thought that counts.”61: “I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married.”

In his thirty-four years on this gods forsaken Earth, Tom Riddle, now called Lord Voldemort by his acquaintances and gathering followers, hadn’t ever been this angry. And he’d witnessed the aftermath of London being bombed by muggles for years, had dealt with the hatred of a teacher all because he could speak to snakes, and was bullied during his first year at Hogwarts because of his filthy, muggle name.

All the anger he’d gathered during those times didn’t even compare to the present.

Abraxas Malfoy had just revealed that night at his family’s Yule Ball, that Hadrian Evans, a Halfblood who’d joined Slytherin a year after Tom did, was supposedly in a relationship with some other Halfblood who was sorted into Hufflepuff. A Hufflepuff for Merlin’s sake!

Evans had been a… comrade. Tom didn’t like using the word friend because friends were used as leverage in dangerous situations. Unfortunately, it was rather common knowledge that there was something extra between them as evidenced by Tom’s last year in school.

He’d never joined Tom’s acquaintances during their weekly meetings, and felt that his Knights were ridiculous, but he would study with Tom, and give him advice. He knew the ins and outs of the Magical world even if he denied it. He was a fascinating creature of habit with interesting, and conflicting opinions on everything.

They also may have become involved to a minor degree a few times and Abraxas had assumed they were exclusively seeing one another. That was not the case, not that Tom Riddle hadn’t wanted more. Not that he would ever say anything. Tom wasn’t one to speak first on his true emotions. He felt it a weakness ever since he’d once witnessed a little girl get verbally flayed for exposing her feelings. They were used against her and he learned to not do the same with others.

And eventually, with his leaving school and going to work in Diagon when he couldn’t acquire a job at Hogwarts, they grew apart. And eventually he went exploring in search of old magics and information to obtain levels of greatness no others had achieved and Hadrian stayed in England.

And now Tom was back and had finally gotten word of Hadrian’s movements recently. Only to find out that he was involved with another.

His possessive side demanded that he find this other person and eradicate their existence. The more mature side told him he should sway Hadrian’s heart his way instead. Less of a chance at earning Hadrian’s wrath that way, and Tom wasn’t so blind as to forget the boy had equaled him in Defence. The only person who had. He and Tom had also drawn in the Dueling Club meetings and neither ever lost to anyone else.

Hadrian worked at Hogwarts. As the new History of Magic professor. Binns was finally gone. And if he somehow managed to obtain a job there, they’d be around one another constantly. He needed the DADA job.

Harry blinked in shock at the man who sat in front of him. He hadn’t seen Tom in a long time and the man seemed to be doing well. He was still ridiculously attractive too.

“You want to work at Hogwarts?” he asked, a bit baffled. Surely Tom woudl prefer the Ministry?

“I was told I needed more experience. That was why I was not hired right out of school, Hadrian.”

Merlin, how he said Harry’s name shouldn’t be legal.

“Well, I am the Deputy Headmaster now. I was allowed to work here after graduation but Dumbledore is the Headmaster so I think that’s why. He won’t want you here and we both know it, so I can only give you a letter of recommendation to help you. You should contact your old professors for letters as well, and then we can bring your case to the Board of Governors. I know a lot of your friends have a hand in that and they would be able to overrule Dumbledore’s decision when he refuses to give you the Defence position.”

Dumbledore hated Tom. Sure he was a bit sketchy, but that was no reason to be so blatantly rude to him all the time. Harry by extension, wasn’t the biggest Dumbledore fan. Especially since in order to get back at Tom for whatever bad things he thought the boy was doing, he’d show ridiculous favouritism to the Gryffindors and it was aggravating.

“You are brilliant.”

He flushed, enjoying the man’s praise. His infatuation hadn’t died off it seemed. Wasn’t that lovely?

“I’m a Slytherin too, you know.”

According to Witch Weekly, Hadrian was seeming some man named Gerald Renaldi. Tom’s glare managed to burn a hole right through the magazine and he ended up tossing it in the rubbish. The photo on the cover had been too cheerful and comfortable to be anything but romantic.

“Woah, are you okay, Tom?”

He fixed a charming smile onto his face and greeted his old… flame as he joined him at the table. “I am well, thank you for being concerned. How are you on this day, dear Hadrian?”

The man flushed and smiled. “I’m doing pretty great.”

He hummed, thinking back to the article. “Planning the wedding?” He’d only asked out of pettiness. He hadn’t expected the answer he received.

“Yes and it is so much work!”

The fact that he was able to keep his temper in check so Hadrian never found out about his anger, meant he was unparalleled in self control. He deserved an Order of Merlin for such masterful faking.

“I have to say that planning a wedding is so difficult and I didn’t want any part in it but mum told me I absolutely had to help. But thank Circe it’s almost over. Saturday is the day.”

Voldemort was assaulted by visions of himself wringing a dragon’s obscenely long neck in frustration while Hadrian walked down the aisle. The mounting anger made his magic react in an unpleasant manner that was difficult to hide. It fizzled beneath the skin demandingly.

All these dinners recently and he’d had to listen to Hadrian complaining about wedding invitations and cake flavours and clours. He had a lot to say and was exhausted all the time because of his hand in it all.

And he just couldn’t control himself anymore! He was jealous. He was bitter. He didn’t feel comfortable seeing Hadrian in photographs with strange men! He wanted to be the one making him smile so widely. He wanted to be the cause of it all.

Reaching out, Voldemort took hold of one of Hadrian’s clenched hands, getting a wide-eyed look in response. He’d never done this before and decided to treat it like removing a muggle plaster from a wound. Just get it over with all at once. “I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married.”

There was a moment of staring between them, where he felt like taking a stroll through the Forbidden Forest and allowing the growing Acromantula Colony to have its way with him. But only for a moment.

Hadrian snorted then, and Voldemort couldn’t mask his offended expression.

“Oh Merlin, Tom!” the other man gasped, looking like he’d just been told the most hilarious joke. “I can’t believe you!”

“I honestly do not see the humour in this situation,” the growing Dark Lord confessed, put out by the response to his confession. It took a lot to admit his true feelings after all.

Hadrian’s bright green eyes glittered. “I’m not marrying anyone yet, Tom. My sister Lily however, has been having me help plan her wedding for months.”

Voldemort was gaping and he didn’t care. “But all the photos of you and Gerald Renaldi in the papers. Everyone literally says he is courting you.”

“Well he isn’t. I’m the most attractive teacher of Hogwarts currently, Tom. I’m more popular than Lily is. And they use photos of him and I while only using my surname to gain publicity. You’re such a goof.”

“How exactly, am I a ‘goof’?” he demanded, feeling offended and turned around.

“Because, Tom, I’d die for you. Of course I’d haunt you in the afterlife but really, it’s the thought that counts.”

Hadrian squeezed his hand back, having not moved during Voldemort’s minor conniption. “You sat here listening to me complain about a wedding for weeks, no doubt getting huffy and puffy over it, and didn’t decide to speak up until a week before the wedding you thought was mine. You are a bit of a twat, Tom. Could have saved us both the trouble.”

He was not a twat.

“At least I can now ask you to accompany me to the wedding.”

A/N: This was fun! ^-^

#Harrymort #Lord Voldemort #ficlet #Watermelonsmellinfellon #a bit longer than a drabble so sorry bout that

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mythicalbelle · 7 years

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Sins of Trust (- A. Snood)

One has to always have an excellent alibi. One of the three rules by which I have lived my life up to date. The others are also of value, especially when one is a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as I was alongside the traitor; Severus Snape and those infuriatingly popular 'Marauders' I believe Potter, Black and their abhorrent friends to call themselves. The three rules that enable one to survive amongst fellow snakes are as follows: A. Always have an alibi. (I personally favour Hufflepuffs as they're docile and easy to coerce) B. Be capable of lying so well that you yourself are convinced by the falsehoods. and finally: C. Do not be afraid to crush your acquaintances to gain what you wish to possess. Acquaintances - not friends as Slytherins are incapable of friendships due to the simple acknowledgement that friendships leave you open to being manipulated. Also, Slytherins prefer to be the ones doing said manipulation. Such rules have enabled me to position myself within the Department of Magical Law Enforcement whereby I can gain insight to the plans Kingsley Shacklebolt has for those whose loyalties and beliefs are aligned with my own. I am also able to deviate the Aurors from visiting acquaintances of mine who could bring about my imprisonment within Azkaban. Self preservation is after all a valued part of what makes an outstanding member of the Slytherin alumni. Leaning back into the comfort of my leather and antique oak chair, I allow my thoughts to wander to my time at Hogwarts and my introduction to the reality of what Muggle-born witches and wizards could do to our small world. Their very existence I realised would lead to the extinction of the pure-blooded families such as my own - although not a member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, I held onto the concept of preserving our values and our ways and how their blood could sully something that had existed in secret from those who would destroy us. Under the very nose of Dumbledore, meetings with those with the same beliefs had taken place as they had done when Tom Marvelo Riddle had attended school with the oaf; Rubeus Hagrid. Unbeknownst to all, The Knights of Walpurgis had returned to Hogwarts under my watchful eye. In the wake of the Second War, many like-minded witches and wizards were either killed at the Battle of Hogwarts or arrested and sent to Azkaban for the remainder of the lifetime thanks to trials of the Wizengamort. Through luck and my following of the three rules of Slytherin, my allegiance hadn't been questioned and thus, my work to return the wizarding community within England to those of pureblood and through careful vetting; perhaps the few half-bloods who had shown loyalty to the Dark Lord. Although perhaps, it was his own blood status that had cost him his life at the hands of a child. - - - - - My mind moved from the past to recent events. When a disheartened and broken wizard had been heard muttering about loyalty and how his own choices had caused so much pain and heartache; curiosity had gotten the better of me and I had aided one Percy Weasley in drinking too much Firewhiskey for one who seldom drank. It had been easy to gain information from him in regards to the Golden Trio of Potter, Granger and his younger sibling. The three darlings of the Wizarding World as a whole were weighed down with the weight of who they were and each was handling it differently. I knew Potter was freshly out of training to be an Auror and was soon to be out in the field capturing those whose actions on behalf of the Dark Lord had made them enemy number one. As l had several hidden in a country manor left to me when Arcturus Snood III, also known as my Father had passed away; I had acted swiftly to ensure nothing linked me to them uttering a thanks to the strict Slytherin regime I had followed for my entire adolescence. However, the portraits of both my Father and Mother at either residence never failed to reprimand me for aligning myself with criminals and bringing shame to the family name. Percy Weasley it appeared was in the same boat, his loyalty to the Ministry had isolated him with his family until it was too late to show himself to be a dutiful son. He had believed every lie Fudge had uttered and had convinced himself that it was his actions that had led to the death of his brother and attack of Fenrir upon another - Bill I vaguely recall him calling him. Through Percy (whom everyone I mentioned his name to within the Ministry and was informed with the same information - he was loyal to a fault) I was able to gain knowledge on my comrades and aide them in their relocation of Dark Objects and thus preserving the knowledge for a new generation as life within Azkaban was indeed life and very few left that place of desolation and misery alive. Where I have hidden such artifacts is pure genius and will ensure the loyalty of Percival Weasley for the rest of his tedious, grey life. I have hidden everything in the lower basement of one Ronald Weasley who has been spotted on several occasions without anyone trustworthy to verify his intentions although I have my spies informing me that he is gambling away the fortune he received alongside Potter and Ms Granger as thanks for their roles in 'Saving the Wizarding World.' (My stomach turns and I'm nauseous at my thought of the mudblood.) Ron’s temper is well known to all, in part thanks to the gossip column of Rita Skeeter at the Daily Prophet and the tales many of his former schoolmates have to tell of his exploits and ill treatment of others. In my capacity as Hermione's senior at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement I had also borne witness to his temper when work had necessitated she remain past the standard daily hours of eight am till six in the evening. I have on several occasions been forced to remove the drunken fool from my department and return him to the small home he had until recently shared with Ms Granger. (It was after her departure to Malfoy Manor that I placed the artifacts in the home of the former trainee Auror... Friends close - enemies closer after all. I also confess that I did this in part to keep Ms Granger away from such things; she maybe a mudblood, but there is something about her I… admire. Ron had, after an argument with Hermione over whether she was screwing around with the Ministry's aide to Gringotts Bank; one Blaise Zabini the notorious womanizer and playboy alongside Malfoy; taken himself to The Leaky Cauldron and drank the bar nearly out of two types of Ogden's fire-whiskey. It had been there, that I had overheard the grumblings of a petulant wizard and made myself his confidante for the night. I learnt that he had struck Ms Granger repeatedly and it hadn't been the first time either. I had found myself wanting to destroy him at this revelation perhaps the teachings of my Father over how a gentleman treated a witch had gone deeper than I thought? (And thus, my suspicions over her quiet mumblings of charms every few hours when she had arrived as dawn rose, were confirmed.) He went on to confess that he was struggling to contain his temper and was miserable. His dated ways of how a couple should be meant that he resented Hermione being provider. He drank copious amounts more until I was informed he would receive not a single glass more and thus, his fury came bursting forth. The guarantee to draw this pure-blooded wizard in to work alongside his brother had come a week later when I again found him worse for wear except this time in Hogsmead and the at the bar of the popular Hogshead public house. He had bruised knuckles and eyes that were so dark they were like piss-holes in the snow. Gathering information from him that night was akin to blood from a stone but I got there after promising to pay off his debts to the two pubs and one Blaise Zabini whom he had lost at poker too. Weasley blamed Hermione Granger for every misery to befall his family. He had decided that he had chosen wrongly and as a member of the pure-blooded families in England? Should have aligned himself with the Dark Lord. My plan to have Percy sway his brother into joining The Knights of Walpurgis had worked. He was the perfect soldier right up until he attacked Hermione; in her office and the traitor; Malfoy had swept her off like she were a true damsel in distress and he a good and true Prince or whatever trite tale it reminds you of. Now? I had the predicament of a mudblood living under the protection of an esteemed member of the Twenty-Eight and sole surviving member of the esteemed Malfoy family. They were front page news, the poster couple for the new world we lived in where blood purity no longer mattered. I'd tried to come between them, dismissing Malfoys's concerns for the going witch as ludicrous and that Weasley had sworn his ill treatment of his fiancée would end. I needed her to return to her home with Weasley and to tighten the reigns on the foolish man so that she would trust him again. Cursing quietly, I wondered if Draco's clear infatuation with Hermione Granger was merely that or if he were in love with the plain creature. Love I knew made a strong man do foolish things. Things such as their reclusive celebration on the day of the eclipse; when I had been informed; strange visions had been seen by both. Of course, gaining such intelligence from a pitiful House Elf still loyal to the late Lucius Malfoy left me open to being misinformed. A member of the Twenty-Eight could not love a mudblood it was utterly preposterous. Cursing silently, I decided that Ron and his brother were overdue a visit from me and an unexpected one was best to see if Percy had managed to convince Ronald to remove the complication of HermIone Granger once and for all by whatever means necessary. She would then no longer be there to convince her loyal fans that anything were possible. Instead her loved ones would have the witch's remains lie with her detestable Muggle grandparents whom she visited every Sunday like clockwork although of late with the company of Draco Malfoy.. Ah... A plan that would break Potter too and have the Knights of Walpurgis able to gain more followers in the open and bring down the Ministry... Maybe throw Shacklebolt into Azkaban... Laughing softly, I rose out of my chair to give the owl whose flight pattern was headed straight towards me. Recognising it as one of Greengrass's owls, I wondered what news my dedicated Daphne had for me. Hoping it wasn't news about Weasley getting into another brawl, I gave the creature some treats and took the proffered scroll from around its slender leg. "What have you here hmmm..." Rapidly perusing the letter I couldn't hide my glee as I took in the small amount of information. Hermione had left Malfoy Manor and was now staying in rooms at The Leaky Cauldron on Diagon Alley, Daphne hadn't found out why, but explained that 'the vile mudblood was in disguise and paid in cash for a few days given the amount of coins handed over'. Chuckling softly, I'm already planning how I can manipulate the witch into seeing that Draco only cares for himself and that she was merely there to aide him in his trial. My mood is much improved until eyes run over the final line. 'I witnessed the ginger idiot who Granger was proposed too demanding to see the filthy creature - drunk out of his mind, I believe we'll be reading about how Potter is now the Golden Bastard and the Weasel and mudblood are dead.' Fantastic.... Growling low, I retrieve some floo powder and call out "The Leaky Cauldron." I might kill Ron Weasley for this...

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