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You had one job Weasley!

Fred Weasley x fem! slytherin! reader

Summary: Fred and Y/n are on opposite sides of the war, engaging in a dangerous game of sneaking around, but will their luck run out when the final battle is upon them?

Warnings: swearing, angst, sad and happy fluff, mentions of war, death, murder, injuries, blood, grief as well as Greyback and Bellatrix being ruthless, established relationship, secret relationship, hurt/comfort, kissing, remus lupin lives, only proofread once x

A/n: 6.5k words, Timothy Greengrass and Joey Taggert are my OC's, wolfstar implied but if you ship remdora it's written neutral x thank you for the request, as you can see I missed writting for freddie and hence wrote alot, please enjoy xx

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Your leg bobbed uncontrollably, paranoia seeping through your brain at every small noise you heard, even the wisp of the the wind had hairs standing up. This wasn’t how you pictured your late teens, you expected some drama sure, maybe some minor life threatening when your original plan to run away with your boyfriend was discovered, but a war, becoming an order spy, having to shield your thoughts constantly from the darkest and most powerful wizard of your generation? Yeah…maybe paranoia was an understatement

Currently you were deep down a lane off diagon alley yet you could just about see the orange hue of your boyfriends shop shining down the far end. You checked yours…well actually Sirius’ pocket watch, it was 4 in the morning. Fred was likely not awake yet you hoped the light of your patronus was enough to wake him through the window.

There was a risk George or Lee may see it, but they wouldn’t connect it to you. Deatheaters were known to be unable to cast them, only exceptions were you, Timothy and your late friend as you highly doubted a man like Snape could do it. On top of that there was no words, no message with it, because Fred would know it was you, just like he always did

“Please come” you whisper, hugging yourself as the winter cold cut straight through your jumper and jacket

You probably should have worn something more, but you loved this jacket, it was cool, Sirius wherever he was now would totally approve. In fact the jacket was his, given to you from when you did run away. Yet less than a year later you would lose him and be forced by Snape and Dumbledore to return to your parents and the dark wanker himself. You would go on to convince them you were only doing as the former told you in order to gain their trust and to do that you had to make it completely believable.

Your parents were typical slytherins, yet even though you pretty much knew most slyhterins were arseholes you were proud to be one. It took a while for people to trust you.

Sirius trusted you the moment you arrived at his door, you’d later understand why as he did the same thing when he was your age. Remus followed his friend's suit and Harry trusted his godfather.

The Weasleys were cautious and all but Fred remained so, his trust grew quickly much like your crushes, to the point you were a couple by the time your final year began.

Hermione never trusted you, to the point you and your friends weren’t invited to the DA, even after Fred went off on her for it. You didn’t blame her, nor argued your way in, yet you felt sick that she was probably revealing now about how she was right. How everyone would say you were this monster just like Peter. How Sirius would be so disappointed in you now. How you…

“Hey”

You dart around, extending your wand

“Just me love” Fred lets out a chuckle

You let out a shaky breath, heartbeat returning to normal

Lowering your wand you took a second to admire him, he looked the exact same. Same light in his eyes, same goofy smile…same terrible colour scheme…orange and blue fred? What are you an Irn bru can?

Fred may have looked like he was joking, taking things slow and letting you come to him. Yet in reality all he wanted to do was take you in his arms and never let you go. He was constantly worried, to the point that not even George knew he was meeting with you, everyone in the world saw you as a traitor but not him.

“You just gonna drool over my banging physique or are you gonna kiss me?” he gestures to himself

He watches you let out a small laugh at his joke and it kills him. The light in your eyes had almost faded into nothing but a mere sparkle when you looked at him. The girl that was his underground agent back in his last year of hogwarts was now in the major leagues, risking her life more than he or most of the order were, his radio and missions child's play compared to you

Snape had tried to break his heart, told you there could be no loose ends but you refused. Instead you told him everything and offered to obliviate him if he wanted after, giving him the choice. That choice made him love you all the more, he knew remembering was dangerous, but in no world he wanted to forget you, hate you, if not for himself but you as well.

“You want me to come to you?” he offers and you nod, upper face scrunching like you want to cry but have no tears left to fall, the war had sucked you dry

He wraps his arms around you, nose nudging into your hair. It was greasy and tangled, swept back in a clear attempt to hide it. He didn’t mind. You still smelled like you, the same thing he breathed in every night as he kept your scarf, well his old scarf that you stole, on the pillow you should be sleeping on. It was even charmed to hold your scent, and above all your place until you could return to him

“Hi” you mumble into his jacket, arms clutching onto him like he’s going to disappear

“Hi” he whispers back, holding you that little bit closer before he pulls back

Your hands still cling onto him but your head tilts up so you can see his face, leaning into his hand as it cups your cheek. His eyes flick over your face, lips parted as his thumb glides over your cheek

“What are you doing?” You ask softly, a little shy under his gaze

“Memorising every inch of you….just in case” he answers truthfully, you both knew by now it was likely one or both of you may not make it through this so you savoured every moment like it was the last

He leans in and kisses your forehead. It’s lingering. His heart aching that this was the way it had to be. That everytime he sees you he tries to remember every feature, blemish, indentation, that little hue of colour in your eyes you can only see up close. When you leave it’ll replay in his mind every night, hoping, praying to gordic himself that he won’t be replaying it for the rest of his life and he’ll have a chance to see you once more

You find yourself doing the same, eyes tracing over trying to remember every detail, the slight wrinkles caused by laughter, every freckle that scattered his face, the shine of his hair…

“I love you” are the first words that escape your lips, hands trying to pull him just that little bit closer

He melts, but it’s in a soul crushing way. Your voice is beautiful, the one he heard late at night when he purposefully stayed up too late, his over tired mind finding it easier to imagine you beside him, assuring him his family and friends would make it. That you would make it. Return to him. Start a life together. Grow old together

Fred’s eyes are watery when you meet them “I love you so much” he says earnestly before cupping your face and leaning in to rub his nose against yours “How long do we have?” he whispers

“10 minutes” you give him a sad smile

“How would you like to spend them?” he asks, trying to smile as crying together would a waste

“Hold me”

He manoeuvres backwards, sitting down on a small ledge and gently pulling you onto his lap to hold you. His arms hold you securely, heads tucked into the others necks, your arms wrapped under his arms, clutching his shoulders. The ground is crisp, his arse soon growing numb as do your knees yet neither of you care, all that matters was these few minutes. They would pass slowly and quickly, there would never be enough time, even forever would never be enough

“You think he’ll be proud of me?”

You don’t have to say his name and Fred knows, pulling back to look at you, one hand moving to fiddle with your jacket

“Yes” he nods firmly “And if he was still here he would be proud to call you his daughter”

“A few more weeks and I would have been” you look down “I still have the papers hidden under the floorboard” you confess

Fred presses a kiss to your hair line “You could always change your last name to his” he offers and you look back up, nodding with a mournful smile

“Or become a dog” you let out the smallest of laughs

He joins you “You’d make an adorable dog” he nods

“Imagine the mischief” you laugh again, its freer and Fred’ heart swells

“We’d be unstoppable” he chuckles

The giggles soon die down, the cold alley quieting again as you pull a small bit of paper from your pocket. Fred watches you fiddle with it for a second, before you open it up and smile. He can’t see the contents until you turn the paper around, his hand coming up to take it

“You drew this?” he asks as his eyes trace over, instantly recognising himself

You nod, eyes growing glassy again as you talk

“You know Joe used to give me and Tim these stupid sketching lessons back at Hogwarts” you let out a breathy laugh “We’d always fluck them, drawing silly things instead” a tear falls “We found all his scetchbooks after he…” you can’t say it “Me and Tim decided to continue filling the two he had bought for us but never had the chance to…” you look back up at Fred I’ve drawn lots of you, and Sirius…and him from memory” you sniffle “That ones my faviourite” you point to it

Fred stares down at it before looking up again “Why give it to me?” he asks, heart heavy that this was you saying goodbye

“Because then you can give it back to me”

He folds up the drawing, carefully placing it in his inner pocket before bringing your lips to his. The kiss is slow, made up of multiple little kisses with whispered ‘I love yous’ slipping out in between them.

The kisses last a while, until your both hugging each other close, noses buried in each others neck

“I need to go” you murmur, placing a chaste kiss to his skin

His heart drops but he nods, letting you off of his lap and accepting your hands as you hold them out. Even after he’s stood up his hands never leave yours, neither of you can let go.

Not just yet

“I’ll see you again” he says, holding your hands tighter, nodding

I’ll see her again

You smile as much as you can, nodding as well “Until the next time”

There will be a next time

“Until next time” he repeats your words, reluctantly letting your hands slip away

You turn away, beginning to walk when you look back, staring for a moment before running backup for one final embrace

“Next time” you whisper before pressing your lips to his

“Next time” he kisses you once more but a little harder, thumbs caressing your face

You kiss him one last time, softly, before parting and walking off quickly, knowing if you look back again or stay you would never leave.

Fred watches you walk away, taking his heart with him while yours remains here with him. As his hand moves to wipe the tears that fell the moment you turn the corner he feels something sticking out of his jacket pocket

It’s a piece of paper similar to the one you gave him earlier. Opening it the years fall harder, it was a drawing of you while you’re laughing, it’s so beautiful, and in the corner is your writing

Joey drew this the week before he died. I want you to have it. It's been six months since I last saw you. I don’t know how long it will be until we see each other again, if we see each other again, so I want you to remember me like this. Happy.

I love you Freddie

Always

“She’ll come back” he holds it to his chest “She going to come back”

The next months were hard. In fact hard was an understatement when yourself and Timothy were paired with Greyback and his snatchers.

During that time you met Ted Tonks once more, a man you respected, yet you couldn’t let him go free and that was a decision that would haunt you and Timothy forever. Greyback was the one that did it, something that was so cruel, so horrific it was beyond words. He waited until the full moon, set Ted free and hunted him like it was a sport. Bellatrix arrived the following morning but only to cackle over his body while you and timothy watched

You saw many things that made you lose faith at times. Timothy was always there though, and although Joey was gone you had his drawings, even the ones which held old conversations from potions. You would talk to them sometimes, perhaps it was on set insanity but it helped.

It kept you going

Now you were back at Hogwarts, shaky hands as you waited for Snape to give you both instructions that weren’t a vague be within the castle walls as soon as you can

“Where have you been?” You ask a little on edge Tim as he enters your old common room “Oh no what?” you notice his face

“It’s happening, Harry’s here and the order has arrived too” he replies, looking beyond nervous "I think they've taken over the great hall but I didn't stick around to check"

You nod slowly taking a few breaths, heart racing that Fred was so close “Guess that’s why he wanted us here” you take a seat on your old spot on the couches and Timothy joins you, leaving a space in the middle for where Joey once sat

You both look at the empty space and then each other

“He should be here” he whispers

“Yeah” you nod “Though if he was he’d tell you that shirt looks terrible” you can’t stop the giggle

He scoffs “Well fuck you too” he starts chuckling too, looking down “Salazar it is terrible isn't it…why'dyou let me wear this?” he shakes his head

“You didn’t wash any others” you shrug

“Can you transfigure it?” he pleas “I can’t die in this”

You let out a shocked laugh “I can’t believe you just said that!”

“What it’s true! Doesn’t matter if both sides are gonna try and kill us, when they see this monstrosity they’ll be like let’s kill the wanker in the shit coloured shirt”

You giggle at him but then your face falls a little “You aren’t going to die…we’ll make it out” you say, looking serious before you crack a smile “Cause Joe will never let us live it down if we die”

“Yeah" he laughs "He’d rip the pish out of us the moment we got there, wherever there is”

“And say that shirt is a crime against fashion” you giggle, taking your wand and muttering some spells to change the shirts colour

“Better?”

“Much thanks” his fingers fiddle with the soft green material “Matches my eyes…well one of them”

“I’m not making the other half blue Tim. Then you would look like a right wanker”

You both chuckle for a little while. Enjoying the small bit of normal you always found in each other. That was until you spot a bright light out of the common room window. Standing, you both make your way over, watching the light stretch down through the water to the bed below

“It’s weirdly beautiful” Timothy notes watching the shimmer

You hum in agreement “I know it’s always been real. The war I mean. But now it feels…”

“Really real” Timothy takes your hand “Like it’s the beginning of the end”

"Yeah" you squeeze his hand before looking up at him “Just hope it’s the end we hope for”

“It will be” he stares out of the window for a second and takes a deep breath, then he turns to you “Love you” he gives you the best smile he can muster

“Me too” you nod

“You love yourself?” he teases earning a playful hit

“Arsehole”

Fred made his way up the stairs, following Remus, Tonks, and the elder of his family, George walked beside him but it was quiet. Air feeling so thick it was almost suffocating. Everyone he loved was here except you, he had no idea where you were. Where are you in the castle? Outside the barrier? Worse?

“You alright?” his twin whispers as they get to the top

He wants to say no, I’m not okay, I have no idea if the love of my life is alright, but he can't, instead he lies

“Yeah…you?” he asks, walking outside towards the balcony of the tower

“Yeah” George gives a firm nod, hands finding the wall “Nice view”

“Seen better” that makes George chuckle

They watch the spells hit the barrier. It was beautiful in its own way, like the calm before a storm, yet the storm is always inevitable and rips away everything

But you can only hope its not everything

Georges drift to the side “Looks like someones trying to cheer us up” he chuckles drawing Fred’s attention

“Wha…” he starts to ask when he sees it, a patronus, your patronus

He smiles

“Kinda looks like Sirius’ in his dog form” George notes “Think it’s Remus’ they were thing once weren't they?”

“Could be” Fred shrugs “I’ll go see, be back in a jiff” Fred pats his twins shoulder as he passes, walking towards the dancing light, following the dog as it patters back into the tower and down one flight of stairs, eventually disappearing behind a tapestry

His heart does a little skip wanting nothing more than to run in but he holds himself back, glancing around to check no one can see him before he enters slowly

“Love?” he whispers looking around until his eyes fall on you, leaning on the small window as you stared out “Love” he repeats a little louder

That gains your attention and you waste no time making your way over to him “Hi” you greet, trying to stop your hands from shaking

Fred takes them in his “Hi” he says, thumbs smoothing over your knuckles

“I love you so much” you can’t stop the tears as they were already falling, your hands slipping out of his and cupping his cheeks shocking him a little but then his own chase yours, grasping your wrists

“I love you too” he squeezes them, worry swarming in his stomach at how broken you look “What’s going on? Do they know you're a spy? They get Timothy?” he asks mildly frantic

“No nothing like that they have no idea…although they’ll know soon enough” you assure him before taking a breath

“Then what is it?” he asks softly

“You know when we said no promises? Because life's so unpredictable there's little chance we’ll be able to keep them” he nods “I need you to not to necessarily promise, but tell me you won’t get yourself killed. That we’ll make it out and we’ll get married and have a life together. A beautiful messy, chaotic life together”

He can feel the tears hitting his hands as he answers “I promise” his own eyes watering

“We’re so close to the end” you say with a shaky voice “We’ve come too far to lose it all now...I can't...” you take a sharp breath trying to compose yourself

“And we won’t" he wipes your tears and cups your face "When this is over, I'm going to ask you to marry me, and you’ll...hopefully..." you giggle "...say yes, and then we’ll move into a weird and wacky cottage, raise children if we want them and then grow old and grey together”

“Good” you smile at him, nodding as your hands fall from his cheek and wrap around his torso while his slither around you, holding you tight

You held each other for less than a minute but it felt like a small eternity. The first and last promise you would ever make to each other spoken in that little hideaway, and when you parted, watched Fred walk back up the stairs and you headed down to meet Timothy again, you both hoped it wouldn't be broken

Because if it was, neither of you would survive it

“Tim!” you shout, flicking a spell towards one of Greybacks snatchers

Running down the hall you found yourself near Gryffindor tower once more, yet you couldn’t worry about Fred. You had to find Timothy, Fred had the order looking out for him while you and Timothy only had one another. Everyone was out for you. In fact you had saved Remus from a death eater only to be spotted by Tonks soon after and almost killed whilst trying to slip away

“Tim” you say mostly for yourself, frantically looking around when you see a flash of red hair

Percy

He was fighting death eaters who had forced their way through what must have been one of the not so secret passages. He hadn’t seen you as you continued down the corridor towards him, hoping Timothy was just behind or in front of you.

You couldn’t head back now there were too many looking for you

You movements stopped though when you saw him “Fred” you see him join Percy's side

Of course he’s laughing, you think as you draw closer…then you see it

A death eater pointing his wand towards Percy and Fred through the windows of the corridors. You didn’t think just ran towards them. Percy was a little closer to the impact zone as the spell hit the wall, blowing up the bricks and sending most of it down and towards Fred and you guessed now, yourself

They hadn’t noticed your approach, reactions delayed until Percy was flung backwards and down a flight of stairs when you were a mere metre from Fred

You turned your body towards the falling wall yelling “Retcuto!” the spell vaporising the wall and the impact of which sending you and Fred flying deeper down the corridor, landing next to one another as smaller debris lands almost softly around you

“Fuck” Fred groans, wand still in his hand as he processes what just happened “Percy!” he shoots up, ignoring the sting as he looks to the side, not seeing his brother but you wincing on your side “Y/n…Y/n!” he says the first in shock and the second in alarm scooping you into his arms

Fred ignores the calls of his name from not only Percy but Ron and Harry who seem to have stumbled upon them, the small well of rubble blocking their view. Your eyes open, panting heavy and he thinks you’re going to say something sweet, maybe a cute a hello, but instead you hit him multiple times in the shoulder whilst sitting up as best you can with his help

“You had one job, Weasley!” you scold him, earning a shocked laugh

“We almost die and you’re shouting at me?”

“Yes, you complete arse” you were laughing now as well hitting him between words while he just chuckled "You promised"

“I know my snake in not so shiny armour” he quips even if his heart hurts that at the idea that without you he would be dead

His joke earns another nudge but then you wince again, face scrunching

“You okay?” his brows knit, smile dropping to concern as his hand moves to your side only to feel some wetness “Merlin” he gasps looking down, realising some of the glass from the window had hit your side

“That isn’t good” you press your hand to the area, feeling the blood seeping out too quickly before looking at him “Freddie I…” the adrenaline was wearing off now, the pain was searing and you were quickly feeling faint “...I feel a little…” you can’t finish but he understands

“Stay with me okay?” he cups your cheek, some bloods smearing across it

“Fred when we call you…answer” Percy starts a little intense and finishes with a whisper “Who?” he can’t quite see your face

“Fred we…” Ron and Harry jog up after throwing a few covering spells “...is that...” Ron trails off

Your head falls into Freds chest, unable to hold yourself up “Y/n love I need to you stay awake” Fred was panicking now, still ignoring his family as tears stream "Please we promised" he whispers kissing your temple when your eyes won't open

“Fred we need to go!” Ron shouts in an almost uncaring manner

“No!” Fred bites back with a tone none of them had ever heard, scaring them “Help me get her somewhere safe”

“Shes a death…”

“One more word and I will never speak to you again” he warns his younger brother while Percy has already moved to help

“If you can carry her I’ll defend you. We can hide behind one of the statues until it dies down enough to go to the great hall, okay?” he says softly, kneeling down

Fred nods, lifting you up with a little help from Percy

“Got her?” he checks and Fred nods

“We’ll help” Harry chips in, earning a thankful look from Fred, a nod from Percy and a baffled look from Ron

“Harry” Ron shakes his head shrugging

“Just come on” Harry doesn’t bother to argue just follows “We’ll talk about it later”

Fred was in the great hall now, crouching by your small bed on the floor and watching Madam Pomfrey work. His family were slowly making their way in, all in sheer panic for a moment until they see him and Percy who was sitting nearby

“Will she be okay?” he looks hopefully at the nurse when she stands

She nods “Yes, the wound isn’t magical nor was it deep so she will be fine. Normally I wouldn’t say she shouldn’t walk when she wakes up but given the circumstances Mr Weasley if she wants to fight she can” the older women tells him before taking her leave, answering quickly as she simply didn’t have the time

“Freddie!” his head shoots up at his twins voice, clambering to his feet to hug him tightly

“Thank merlin” Fred breaths out, pulling back and cupping his brothers face “Thought I'd lost you in chaos”

“Can’t get rid of me that easily” George chuckles, pulling him in for another hug before Fred parts and bear hugs Ginny, followed by Charlie, Bill, Fleur and his parents, whilst percy does something similar

The reunion however is cut short when Tonks approaches with Remus not long behind her

“Why is she here?” the small group looks towards them, the pink-haired women looking rather upset while the ex professor seemed sad

Remus had regarded you in a similar way to Sirius, even if he had grown disappointed in you since your ‘betrayal’, he still felt sick to his stomach seeing you hurt

“She’s a death eater…she has the mark” Tonks points towards the peaking of black ink under your scrunched sleeve

“Dora” Remus says lowly, looking around as the word must draw attention yet no one is looking their way, instead they're looking at some members of the order pointing their wand at Timothy Greengrass

“Lower your wands there is a brief truce” Kinsley commands to which their wands are reluctantly put away “You try anything and Imean anything, I will not be as understanding” he warns

Timothy nods wearing a thankful smile as he walks deeper into the hall. Eyes searching the room before the fall on Fred, making his way towards him quickly to ask if he had seen you when he sees your body laying there

“No” he whispers to himself, eyes widening and not caring about his knees as he hits the stone floor beside you “What happened?” he looks around but mostly towards Fred looking beyond worried

“She saved me from being hit by the wall but a shard of glass was embedded in her side”

Fred glances at his family, few seemed between sympathetic at Timothy and surprised you saved him, Remus evening wears a tiny twitch of a smile. Yet the ones he wanted to be wore no such thing. His mother and twin’s expressions remained hard, although they did waver a little upon hearing the first half

Timothy's face is still painted with worry “Will she be okay?” he asks, relaxing when Fred nods

“She saved your life?” Bill is the first to speak, most level headed as he wraps his arm around Fleur, holding her close to him

Fred nods “She did”

“Why?” George asks a little sharpy

“Because she loves me” Fred answers like it was obvious

Again his elder brothers and Remus seem soft towards it, like they can believe it, his father does as well but he remains neutral due to Molly who scoffs along with Tonks and George. Ginny seems somewhere in between and partially in her own world, her mind most likely preoccupied in worrying about Harry

“No she doesn’t. She broke your heart and ran off to join the death eaters. Since then I have watched you for the last two years mope around over her. She’s a traitor Freddie...please” George pleads like he thinks he doing the right thing but it only makes Fred upset

Fred shakes his head “She isn’t” he says shortly “Neither is Timothy” he adds, earning a grateful smile from the boy as he holds your hand, thumbing circles in it to comfort you but mostly himself

“You’re mad” Tonks states “They’re traitors plain and simple, you’re just blinded by your misplaced affections”

“No” Fred glares at her “They’ve been…” he stops himself, glancing at Timothy who nods, letting him know it's alright to tell everyone now “They’ve been working undercover”

She scoffs along with Molly who seems to only be quiet due to Arthur's hand in hers, while George’ head tilts and the rest of the weasley, plus Remus, listen carefully

“Undercover?” Tonks crosses her arms looking sceptical, while his mothers is closer to disappointment “Didn’t feel that way when their other little friend came after me and your younger brother”

Timothy grimaces at them mention of his late friend, more so at the question thrown towards him

“Where is he anyway?” She looks right at him “Almost killed us along with my crazy aunt”

Timothy sighs, heart aching “He…he didn’t make it” he looks away from them and to you

Remus watches the boy carefully, as does Fred’s elder brothers, Fleur and Arthur, all noting the grief and how he holds your hand just that little bit tighter. Tonks however flushes slightly, guilt beginning to swarm her stomach as she thinks back to the blasting spell she sent his way before she and Ron used the port key

“Who knew you were undercover?” Remus asks calmly, recognising something he felt all too well in the boy before him

“Sirius knew we were to gain info in our final year, but when he died Dumbledore and Mad-eye sent me, y/n and…Joe uncover. Our mission was to imbed ourselves along with Snape, feed the order information and when the time came, turn against them”

“You caused the death of my father” Tonks interjects “If you were really on our side why would you…how could you...” she can’t finish, trailing off but the boy understands what she’s asking

“I’m sorry about your father. Truly. It’s something I can never forgive myself for, nor do I even deserve it for playing a role in it, and I’m so, so sorry” he says so genuinely they all believe it, at least on some level “Not that it helps but Greyback…” Remus grimaces at the name “…the one that murdered him, won’t be hurting anyone else ever again”

“He’s dead?” Remus asks, eyes wide and lips parted

“Yes. I checked myself when he fell during mine and y/n’s tussle with him…but then I lost her in the chaos that ensued afterward. The other snatchers in his pack sought revenge ya see” Timothy explains and Remus looks like a weight has been lifted off of him “There’s no proof besides Fred and of course Snape's knowledge with Mad-eye and Dumblerdore dead. But if me and y/n were being honest we have no idea what Snapes mission really is...was? He was always so...cryptic. We had no idea he would kill Dumbledore, nor that we would be forced to fight against you all in the battle of the potters, or work with the snatchers and that monster”

They all nod slowly, taking the information in while George turns to Fred whose now moved to sit beside you once more, taking your other hand and stroking your cheek gently

“You knew the whole time?” he asks and Fred turns to his brother, his whole family and his friends awaiting his answer

“Just after Sirius’ death and before she 'turned', she sat me down. Explained the mission and everything she had been doing at Hogwarts while we were all off playing hero with the DA. After which she offered me a choice. She could obliviate me or I could remember but never tell anyone”

“Do you have any idea how dangerous that was!” his mother finally speaks up “You could have gotten yourself killed!” Arthur wraps his arm around her, rubbing her back to try and soothe her nerves

“I know but I didn’t mum” he answers simply, calmly, a stark contrast to his usual demeanour and it makes his mother listen “I love her, really love her. She’s the bravest person I’ve ever met” he turns to Timothy “As are you, and of course Joey” he turns back to the other while Timothy smiles “They were the ones leaking information, information that saved more than we lost. They risked everything to help us even after Mad-eye died and they were all on their own, merlin they all were forced to get the dark mark…” his eyes trail down to it, fingers glazing it

“She might have been lying” Tonks says but her voice is softer, less angry than she was before

“Maybe but I believe it” Percy states “I believe you” he says meeting Fred’s eyes

“So do I” Remus adds, earning a quizzical look from Nymphadora before she says a quiet ‘Me too’

“Me Three” Bill winks

“Four” Fleur adds cuddling into her husband

“Five” Charlie says with a nod

“Six” is from Arthur

“Six and a half” Molly grumbles lowly, earning a small chuckle from the small group

“Seven” Ginny smiles

“Eight” George finishes “I believe you” he kneels down next to Fred taking his hand “I always believe you” his head taps his twins

“Thank you” he says mostly to George but then turns to the others "You won't regret it, believing" he smiles and they smile back

Your whine however brings his, and Timothy's attention back, their grips on your hands tightening while the rest of the small crowd step back and sit among themselves, except George who stays by his brothers side and Remus who takes a seat on Timothy's other side

“Y/n love?” Fred calls softly as your eyes flutter open

“Yeah?” your head turns to him, not really aware of your surroundings just yet

“You had one job future Weasley” he scolds lightly and you giggle

“Well if you had done yours I wouldn’t be in this predicament” you clap back before your eyes widen

“What?” Fred asks but your already sitting up way too quickly, side stinging but you couldn’t care less

“Tim! I need to find him” you say trying to stand up when the boy your looking for places his hand on your shoulder stopping you

“I’m here” he assures you “I’m alright, I'm okay”

You sigh in relief, leaning into him a little bit “I couldn’t lose you too” you breath out

“You didn’t…you haven’t lost either of us sunshine” he gives you a smile and then looks toward Fred

Your boyfriend smiles back at the boy before his focus returns to you “We’re keeping our promise don’t you worry love” his nose nudges into your hair

Timothy lets go of your hand then, letting Freds arms engulf you as your head buries itself into his chest “I love you” your murmur so only Fred can hear

“Love you too” he whispers as he pulls back, digging into his pocket and bringing it out just enough for you to see “I’ve carried it everyday. And when we win I’m going to give it back ask you something very important” he tells you

Your heart flutters “Yes” you whisper to which George, who could totally hear everything, lets out a small smile

“You’re supposed to let me ask first” Fred scrunches his nose at you

“Freddie it’s been a yes since we were 17” you inform him, placing a sweet kiss to his lips

“What’s going on here?” Ron asks approaching with Hermione, both staring at your and Fred as you part

“Y/n’s injured” Remus answers for you

Your head whips around to him, surprised “Hi” you whisper, wincing at the idea of how disappointment he must be in you

“Hey” He gives you a warm smile “He’d be really proud you know…I’m proud” he tells you, eyes a little glassy

You nod, heart warming as you turn back to Fred and Timothy, both helping you stand up as they know there would be no stopping you from continuing the fight

“I know she’s injured” Ron replies a little mumbly “I mean why is everyone okay with her...and him here” he motions to you and Timothy, Hermion nodding next to him

“Y/n and Timothy have been working as spies little brother” Bill states, the whole clan turning to look at two thirds of the famous trio

Hermione and Ron look at him baffled, and then eye you and Timothy for a second. They have questions, of course they do, a boat load in fact but their was no time for that right now, their were more pressing concerns

“Has anyone seen Harry?” Remus’ face instantly pales “He went up to Dumbledore’s office but he never came back” Hermione asks, looking concerned as her hand finds Rons

“You don’t think he turned himself over do you?” Someone asks, and while everyone looks at each other in a quiet worry all Remus can think is that’s exactly what James would do

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 9 months

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LVRS Club - Sneak Peek!

Hi friends! This is the next one shot I will be posting! So excited for this one! THIS IS WHAT I DID AT WORK TODAY 😀

Warnings: talk of BDSM/bondage scene, description of overstimulation and post-orgasm torture, dom x sub dynamic

WC: 833

As he guided her further down the hall she started to feel more at ease about this. She knew that he would take good care of her and in turn she was slightly expelling her own inhibitions and trusting him a bit more. She wouldn’t question it when he would pull her in another direction and see other things around them. In all honesty she was quite impressed at how brave people were. Just putting themselves out there like that, not caring who was watching them in such vulnerable and often compromising positions. She could never be that brave. In all honestly, she had never really explored her sexuality too much. She’d never experimented or dabbled in kink or anything that was more than the basic vanilla stuff. Just that one time a few years back when a guy got a bit rough with her towards the end there and choked her - that was definitely the best sex of her life she thinks.

“Have you ever done anything like that?” He asked Y/N as his chest brushed against her back and she shook her head.

She watched the restrained man getting his cock sucked while he writhed around in what she could only imagine was frustration and overstimulation. He was very clearly having an orgasm, but his partner wasn't slowing down or stopping, it made her nervous for the stranger.

“Have you?” She asked him as she glanced up at him and he smirked.

“Perhaps.” He said and she giggled.

“On which end?” She questioned and he chuckled.

“S’not that important is it?” He responded and she smiled because for once he seemed to be the one that was a little bit bashful.

“Alright…keep your secrets.” She hummed playfully and then turned back to watch some more and she felt him chuckle behind her.

Y/N knew that when it came to stuff like this there were safeguards in place to make sure that no one got hurt or was pushed beyond their limits. But it was curious to her why as much as this person was clearly struggling, they didn’t say anything to stop their partner from continuing what seemed to be torture at this point. She bit her lip in anxiety, but she couldn’t look away. The man writhed and cried out and groaned and shouted in frustration as his partner continued sucking his cock. His legs were quite literally trembling.

She felt her insides turning because she knew if that were her she would’ve tapped out the moment something wasn’t pleasurable for her. She wasn’t averse to a bit of pain, like hair pulling, a few smacks to the ass, bruising hickeys, even the feeling of having to ride a bigger cock was a slightly uncomfortable feeling that she rather enjoyed, but this seemed…excessive. She gasped when the man just let out a loud and tortured shout and his parter pulled away and started stroking his cock fervently until he was shooting ropes and ropes of come onto the dark floor and his partner laughed at him, she wasn’t sure if it was in pride or in a degrading manner - but the blurriness of the intent made a tingle shoot down her spine. The man tossed his head back with a satisfied smile as his chest rose and fell quickly. She shifted her feet a bit and then froze for a second when she realized that she had nearly soaked through her underwear. She was surprised that she hadn't noticed before, but she had been completely entrance in the scene before her. And now she was hyper aware of the way her clit was throbbing with need and how her skin was rising at attention.

Harry watched carefully as she pressed her thighs together and he smirked knowingly. BDSM could look rather terrifying, even he was a bit apprehensive the first time he dipped his toe in that pool, but much like Y/N had just discovered, something about it was just incredibly alluring. Especially for people like him and like Y/N - they were control freaks, they had a hand in everything in their lives, and surrendering or relinquishing control was never an option and it was absolutely exhausting to always be so in control. The more he looked into it what ended up hooking him in was the egalitarianism of it all. Yes, the dominant partner had the reigns, but the submissive partner controlled the direction - they were both equally in control. In his sexual experiences he’d been able to try being both, dominant and submissive, and he soon discovered that he had a taste for both. He was a switch through and through and right now, as he watched Y/N squirming in her spot as the dominant praised their submissive for being good and coming so much for her, he could see the goosebumps littering her arms and he wanted so badly to show her what she was missing.

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At Liam's suggestion, I decided to try both Jude and Ellis.

Liam: "In the end, your worry is that they might betray the Crown and sell our information somewhere else, right?"

Liam: "Then I thought, why not just leave the important documents there and see what happens?"

Harrison: "And where did you leave what?"

Liam: "A list of targets. I purposely dropped in the corridor next to Jude's room."

Harrison: "That's too obvious."

Liam: "What's the point if they don't notice it, right?"

While they were chatting, Jude enters the dining room.

Liam: "Ah, good morning Jude!"

Glancing at Liam, who greeted warmly with a gorgeous smile that charmed everyone, Jude tossed a paper in front of Liam.

Liam: "Hm? ...Ahh...I was looking for this. Thank you."

Jude: "These are confidential, isn't it?"

Liam: "Yes yes...I was so worried about losing it that I was crying to Harry, asking him what to do. If Victor found out that I had lost it, he would have been furious."

Jude: "Have you ever thought about 'trying to look for it' before crying?"

Liam: "Hahaha, you're right. Still, thanks for finding it for me."

Jude: "......You know, if I exposed this to the outside world, it would have ended both you and the Crown, right?"

Liam: "....!"

Jude: "Because you cannot trust people who can't keep a secret."

Liam: "Mm....I understand. I'll be careful."

Liam: "Ah...he's gone."

Liam: "What should I do, Harry? Does he hate me now...?"

Harrison: "I don't think so. His attitude is always like that, so don't worry about it."

Liam: "I feel right now, what he meant to say was 'Don't put the Crown at risk' right?"

Harrison: "If that's the case, that doesn't sound too bad."

Liam: "The fact that not only he picked up the papers but also gave me an advice, increases his credibility, don't you think?"

Harrison: "Well, maybe it was worth all that hate you got."

Liam: "Ahh!!? So you do think he hates me after all----!!!"

...........

That night....

Ellis: "...Ah, Harrison."

Harrison: "Oh it's you? That's unusual at a time like this."

Ellis: "I thought I'd have something to drink before I go to sleep. Are you working even at this time? You're so dedicated."

Ellis: "Do you want me to make you a sweet cocktail? Liam told me you have sweet tooth."

Without waiting for a reply, Ellis rifled through the shelves and deftly produced Grasshopper was presented to Harrison.

Harrison: "Did you work as a bartender or something....? It's so good."

Ellis: "I'm glad you liked it."

Harrison: ".....Liam is working so hard all the time, it wouldn't be fair if I didn't get dirty too."

Ellis: "Hm? Did you say something?"

Harrison: "No. Nothing...you're pretty handy."

Ellis: "You think?"

Harrison: "And you're kind to everyone since the very beginning. That's the truth for everyone."

Harrison: "So...I'm a little suspicious of you."

Ellis: ".....?"

Harrison took out a gun from his pocket and placed it on the table.

Harrison: "I've been following you and Jude for the last few days and if I said I wanted to play a game with you, would you mind?"

Ellis: "Game?"

Harrison: "Yeah. The rules are simple."

Harrison: "I didn't put a single bullet in this."

Harrison: "If you take my word for it and pull the trigger 6 times on your own head, you win."

Ellis: "6 times, to the head?"

Harrison: "If you have nothing against us, you can do it right?"

Ellis: ".....Okay, I understand."

Ellis quickly picked up the gun and with no hesitation nimbly pulled the trigger more than 6 times,

Harrison: "Ngh..."

Ellis: "Looks like I win?"

Harrison: "....Ah..Y-Yeah.."

Ellis: "So, one less thing for you to worry about?"

Harrison: "......Pfft."

Harrison: "You didn't hesitate at all."

Ellis: "Of course. I know that Harrison is kind."

Ellis: "You don't use live ammunition to test people."

Ellis: ".....Right?"

Harrison: "....So you're saying I wasn't able to completely fool you?"

Ellis: "Hmmm.....maybe."

Harrison: "Let me just say, just because you pulled the trigger without hesitation doesn't prove you have nothing to hide."

Ellis: "So, did I make you worry more?"

Harrison: "....Nope."

Harrison: "I'm not so cynical as to continue to doubt someone who trusts me so much."

Ellis: "....Thank god. Well then, would you like to have another drink?"

Harrison: "Sure, if you're making one."

The green cocktail glasses collided, making a light sound.

And just like that, few days later...

William: "Is the investigation going well?"

Harrison: "Well, things are going well. We've come to most of our conclusions."

Harrison: "I've finished my proofreading work and about to start on with my report."

William: "Oh. Then I guess you wouldn't be needing this info."

Harrison: "What info?"

William: "I asked Jude and Ellis if they are ready for their first mission, but they rejected saying they had work commitments tonight."

William: "What do you think?"

Elbert: "If it's in the middle of the night....all their business clients would be sleeping. What are they going to do?"

Alphonse: "Aha! Now that's suspicious."

Alphonse: "Honestly I don't care if they are good or bad, but this sounds like fun. So I'll follow them to see what they are up to."

Harrison: "Are you serious right now....?"

Liam: "Actually Harry..."

Harrison: "Mm?"

Liam: "When I was trying to work out their plans, something was odd."

Liam: "I went to the port in the middle of the night....and it seemed like some kind of investigation was going on around the warehouse that Jude was renting."

Roger: "Could be an inspection?"

Liam: "But then there's this rumor....that there a bad guy who's recently been released from prison going in and out of there."

Alphonse: "I think I heard that story somewhere before....I forgot where."

Harrison: "....Okay okay."

Harrison: "I guess, this will be the final round of investigation."

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Harry was relieved that everything had gone so smoothly with Edward, and how he seemed to have integrated so easily into what would now be his new home. But most of all he felt good to be back to what was essentially his home for a large part of his life. After his parents had passed when he was just 9 years old, he came to live with his uncle until he came of age and moved with his original pack, of which his brother had turned leader of.

But he’d always missed this place. He felt like a traitor to have always preferred his uncle’s pack to his own, but there was just no comparison. He never dared speak it out loud to anyone, not even his uncle, let alone his brother while he was alive.

He couldn’t help but think that here, with this pack… maybe he could tell Y/N the truth and their lives would be completely different. He wouldn't need to give up this part of himself like he'd been doing for her sake.

Because he now knew, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that when they got back home he needed to start putting wheels into motion and step back from his pack.

He was going to renounce his title as alpha leader and go on his own way, as a lone wolf, the same way Niall had.

But with this pack, here… maybe he wouldn’t have to.

The capital rule of never disclosing the secret of their existence to humans was common for every pack. It was to ensure the continuity of their species, and it was universally applicable amongst his kind. But he knew that here, he could make it so that the pack members would make an exception for her. For him. They loved him here, and so did he, and they were family. They would understand what predicament he found himself in and would allow this one exception. Because he trusted Y/N to not tell a living soul about them. And they, in turn, would trust his trust in her.

That, of course, if she would still want him once she learned the truth about him. Once she knew what he was, saw him in his wolf form even… something he couldn’t even dare imagine. In his mind, she could never want him after discovering what he was.

…But what if she did?

Harry couldn’t stop from fantasizing about this perfect scenario. That would solve all his problems. All his guilt he felt, having to lie to her about it to keep her safe… He could finally be free of that burden. Free to be himself, his true self.

“You’re very quiet today.” Y/N pointed out as she unpacked some of her stuff from her overnight bag. She’d been the one to do most of the talking on their car ride, too. “Did the drive tire you?”

Harry loved seeing her there, in the house he grew up in. Seeing her surrounded by his kind was surreal. She had no idea how dangerous it was for her to be there, even though she was in no danger at all. Nobody would hurt her. But if they wanted to…

And she was oblivious to it all. She trusted him completely, to bring her with him there, and she had no clue as to what kind of danger she was putting herself in.

No human had ever spent the night amongst the pack. Sure, their community was much different than the one he ruled over- this one was hiding in plain sight. Living amongst humans, apparently- but in reality, humans only came through there in passing but never lingered more than necessary. Their community was enclosed to only their kind, albeit not in a literal sense, without it being in the least obvious to the human eye that they were different in any way.

But Y/N had been allowed into the alpha leader’s house. She was sleeping over. Everyone in the pack knew and gave their silent agreement. Everyone in the pack saw Harry and her together and didn’t bat an eyelid. Because they trusted Harry. And they could tell, of course, that Y/N was absolutely unaware of the truth of the matter. He knew he’d have their undivided support.

And Lester had brought this up with Harry before- asked him to consider staying with his pack, instead of going back to his own when he turned 18. But Harry felt he owed fealty to his own pack, to his brother, and his father’s legacy. He felt that was the right thing to do, to go back to his own family.

He’d been wrong.

Harry realized pretty soon that his own pack wasn’t all he’d remembered it to be- and a far cry from the one he’d grown up with. His own were much colder, boorish, and aside from Niall who he made friends with right away, he wasn’t close to anyone other than his immediate family- Harry’s brother and his wife.

And he could feel it affecting him as well- it made him colder, more incisive, cutthroat, and scheming. He went from a curly-headed adolescent with dimples and a bright smile to a long-haired lanky young man with a perpetual scowl on his face at all times in a matter of months. He called it growing up, maturing, becoming an adult- but he felt robbed of the life he’d had back with his uncle’s pack. He felt alone and built walls around himself to gain respect and instill fear amongst his own.

Up until now.

Harry circled Y/N’s waist from behind and rested his head on her shoulder, hugging her to him. It felt so comforting. He never knew all these small touches could make him feel so good. “No, I’m not tired.” He nibbled at her earlobe a bit and felt her squirm in his hold and her breathy giggle was enough to have him thicken in his trousers for her. “Not yet. Want you in my arms again; can I have you, Y/N?”

Her eyes widened as she turned in his hold, “What, here?! But– your uncle…”

Harry grunted, digging his fingers into her waist, “What about him? We’ll be discreet. I know you like to be loud for me, but you can try to be quiet, right, kitten? Be a good girl for me and hold those pretty moans in this pretty throat of yours?” he lowered his eyes to said body part and then grabbed it abruptly, pulling her in for a kiss that turned heated very rapidly.

Y/N nodded against his lips, “Yes. I will, I’ll be good for you.”

Harry could purr at how easily she fell into her role with him in the bedroom. It was like second nature for her to turn to putty in his hands, and it made him absolutely feral for her.

“Good girl, Y/N,” he cooed, pecking at her lips and parting from her, “Let’s practice first, hm? I’ll give you something to muffle those moans and whimpers. Go on, get on your knees and take me into your mouth and let’s see how well you can keep quiet. If you do a good job I’ll give you a treat, hm? How’s that sound?”

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muiitoloko · 9 months

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DOCTOR'S APPOINTMENTS

Author's Notes: Thank you so much for the 20 followers!

Summary: Mrs Hart drags her husband to a doctor's appointment, determined to make sure he gets the necessary checkup.

Pairing: Harry Hart (Kingsman) × Fem!Reader

Warning: None.

In the refined world of Kingsman, where espionage and intrigue were everyday affairs, Harry Hart, known as Galahad, stood as a paragon of unwavering strength. Confronting perilous situations with a calculated and composed demeanor was his forte. However, one challenge managed to elude his methodical planning: the routine prostate exam.

On the previous day, Harry had been slated for a medical examination, yet he opted to skip it, assuming he could sidestep the minor inconvenience. He had fabricated a tale for you, his wife, a civilian untainted by the espionage realm, about having completed the requisite prostate checks. This pretense had held its ground for a while, but his innocent white lie was on the brink of catching up with him.

Merlin, the tech-savvy mastermind behind Kingsman's intricate network, possessed a knack for uncovering hidden truths and incongruities. He noticed Harry's absence from the medical roster and couldn't help but smirk. As it dawned upon him that Harry's omission must have been intentional, given his meticulous attendance at every medical exam except the prostate one, Merlin's chuckle echoed through the surveillance room. He dialed your number with a sense of duty, justified by the concern for his friend's health, even if it meant playing the role of the "traitorous" friend.

In the haven of your home, your phone signaled an incoming call, revealing Merlin's name. You picked up, greeting him with curiosity lacing your voice. Merlin's words carried his signature dry humor as he initiated the conversation. "Good morning, Mrs. Hart. I trust you're in good spirits?"

Your laughter revealed your intuition that Merlin's call held more significance than mere pleasantries. "I am, Merlin. To what do I owe the pleasure of your call today?"

Merlin's voice took on an undertone of shared secrets. "Well, I thought you might find it amusing to learn that your husband, dear old Harry, missed his routine medical appointment yesterday. The prostate exam, to be precise."

An exasperated sigh escaped you. "Why does that not surprise me? Very well, I'll take care of it."

Amusement threaded through Merlin's voice. "I was fairly confident you'd step in. I've rescheduled the appointment for this afternoon. Remember, it's all for the sake of keeping our beloved Galahad in top shape."

Rolling your eyes at Merlin's words, you acknowledged the camaraderie shared between your husband's closest friends. "Of course, Merlin. Have a wonderful day."

You hung up the phone, resolute in your determination to set things right. Stepping into the kitchen, you found Harry leisurely sipping his tea and perusing the newspaper. Oblivious to the brewing tempest, he greeted you with a smile.

"Everything alright, my love?" he inquired.

Narrowing your eyes, a mixture of irritation and amusement simmering beneath the surface, you retorted, "Oh, just splendid, Harry. Except for the minor detail that you conveniently 'forgot' to mention your little doctor's appointment."

Confusion knitted Harry's brows. "Doctor's appointment? What are you referring to?"

Arms crossed, your voice tinged with sarcasm, you replied, "Don't play innocent, Harry Hart. You led me to believe you'd had your routine prostate exam, and now I find out you skipped it."

From confusion to mild embarrassment, Harry's expression shifted. He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Ah, well, you see, I was caught up in some pressing matters and..."

Raising an eyebrow, you interrupted him. "Merlin called, Harry."

Realization dawned on him, the evidence of his deception laid bare. "Ah, I see. Well, I suppose there's no point in denying it."

A blend of amusement and exasperation colored your gaze. "Honestly, Harry, you're a seasoned agent, but you can't face a routine medical exam?"

Harry sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "It's not a matter of facing it, my dear. It's just...not the most enjoyable experience."

Sarcasm laced your response, your eyes rolling playfully. "Ah, I understand. So, staring down bullets and explosives is a walk in the park, but a prostate exam is where you draw the line?"

A small smile tugged at Harry's lips. "It's a bit more nuanced than that, Mrs. Hart."

As exasperation melted into affection, you sighed. "You're incorrigible, Harry. But you're not getting away with this."

Leaning back in his chair, a resigned expression on his face, Harry quipped, "I suppose there's no escaping it now?"

Your eyes twinkled mischievously. "Indeed, there isn't. Merlin has rescheduled the appointment for today."

With a dramatic groan, Harry surrendered, "Of course he did."

Later that same day, you took the lead, guiding your husband Harry through the grand passageways of the medical wing within the confines of Kingsman Manor. Harry followed in your wake, his demeanor reminiscent of a man walking the final steps to his own execution. Through the pristine corridors you treaded, Harry's steps were hesitant and restless, almost akin to a lamb being led to the slaughter.

Seated shoulder to shoulder in the waiting room, the air was thick with Harry's disquiet. His fingers fidgeted, his gaze darting around as though he might discover a secret escape route. The impending prostate exam cast a shadow over him, a challenge that seemed to undermine his very masculinity. You, however, found yourself bemused by your husband's predicament. It was almost unfathomable to you that a man as audacious as Harry, a true embodiment of a Kingsman agent, could be so unnerved by a simple medical procedure.

As the moments stretched on, Harry's unease seemed to amplify, his internal struggle translating into his shifting, uneasy glances. You couldn't help but chuckle softly, your amusement earning you a sidelong look from your husband—a mixture of irritation and a silent plea for sympathy.

Unable to resist your curiosity, you turned to him, your eyes alive with humor. "Harry, love, I'm genuinely curious. How does a man who faces death practically every day exhibit such apprehension about a prostate exam?"

Harry let out a sigh that was a mixture of resignation and embarrassment. Bowing slightly, his voice took on a self-deprecating tone. "Honey, I would gladly face the embrace of death a thousand times before I could bear to have a stranger stick their finger up my-"

Harry's answer was cut short when Merlin made his characteristic entrance. The man appeared in the doorway, lips curved in a smirk, accompanied by a doctor.

Harry's expression darkened instantly, his glare so sharp it could cut steel. Merlin's amusement was evident in the way he met Harry's deathly glare with an untroubled grin. Addressing you with a nod, Merlin greeted, "Good afternoon, Mrs. Hart. Seems you've managed to escort our elusive Galahad to his appointment."

You couldn't suppress your amusement, responding with a knowing smile. "Indeed, Merlin. Even the boldest of men harbor their Achilles' heel."

Merlin's laughter resonated in the room, a conspiratorial wink accompanying it. "Absolutely. Well, let's not prolong our dear Galahad's anticipation any further, shall we?" Turning to you, he introduced the doctor with a flourish. "Doctor Jones, allow me to present the courageous wife of Galahad."

Doctor Jones extended a warm smile, shaking your hand with congeniality. "Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Hart. Galahad here holds quite a reputation, but rest assured, we're here to ensure this is as comfortable an experience as possible."

Harry's discomfort seemed to intensify with the doctor's words, his unease evident in the way he stiffened. There was no escape now. As Doctor Jones led him into the examination room, Harry threw one last withering look at Merlin, who appeared to relish every moment.

The door closed behind them, leaving you and Merlin in the waiting room. You met Merlin's gaze, your lips curling into a smile. "You certainly derive immense pleasure from this, don't you?"

Merlin's chuckle reverberated, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You have no idea."

Inside the sterile confines of the examination room, Doctor Jones maintained a calm and reassuring demeanor. He guided Harry through the process, instructing him to remove your pants and lie down on the bed. Harry complied, his movements a mix of haste and eagerness to conclude the uncomfortable ordeal.

As he positioned himself on the bed, Harry's eyes fixed on the wall opposite him, his thoughts a deliberate attempt to distract himself from the situation at hand. He conjured images of vibrant butterflies, their colors and patterns occupying his mind as he willed his thoughts away from the procedure.

Doctor Jones moved efficiently, his professionalism evident as he conducted the examination. His voice remained steady as he explained each step, creating an environment of clinical detachment. Harry focused on the wall, allowing himself to be lost in the thoughts of butterflies, his discomfort an unwelcome presence that he struggled to suppress.

Finally, the procedure concluded, and Harry's relief was palpable. He practically leaped off the bed, quickly donning his clothes with a sense of urgency. His steps were purposeful as he made his way back to the waiting area, his movements somewhat hindered by the residual unease from the examination.

You and Merlin were engaged in conversation when Harry returned. Your eyes landed on your husband, a playful glint in your gaze as you observed his slightly exaggerated limp. You shook your head in amusement, your voice tinged with fond exasperation. "Harry, darling, could you possibly be any more dramatic?"

Harry straightened, a mock-indignant expression on his face. "I assure you, I'm not being dramatic at all. That doctor had fingers like sausages."

You burst into laughter at his response, your amusement infectious as you placed a hand on his arm. "Oh, Harry. Only you could turn a routine medical check-up into an epic tale of bravery against sausage fingers."

Merlin, who had been listening in, couldn't help but join in the laughter. He clapped Harry on the back with a hearty chuckle. "Well, my friend, I must say, you've faced down countless villains and thugs, but it took a doctor's fingers to truly test your mettle."

Harry rolled his eyes in mock exasperation, though a smile played on his lips. "Yes, yes, laugh all you want. But mark my words, I'll be having a word with Doctor Jones about proper finger dimensions."

The camaraderie in the room was palpable, the tension from earlier dissipated in shared laughter. You linked your arm with Harry's, a fond smile on your lips. "Come on, brave Galahad. Let's put this behind us and celebrate your victory against the mighty sausage fingers."

And so, with jest and laughter, Harry's encounter with the routine prostate exam became another tale to add to the annals of Kingsman's history—a testament to the strength that can be found not just on the battlefield, but also in facing life's more unexpected challenges.

#harry hart #kingsman secret service #kingsman #harry hart x reader #kingsman fanfiction #merlin #galahad x reader #harry x merlin

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sitp-recs · 10 months

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I'm looking for stories where at some point Harry lets everyone know about a secret relationship with Draco. Something like "it's mine and I care little or nothing what you think of this relationship" vibration. I basically look for fics where they say they are coming out in a totally spectacular or unexpected way.

Hi anon! That’s a really interesting ask and I wish I could remember more titles because I feel like I’ve read some. Here are the fics that came to mind:

All Tied Up by MyNameIsThunder (M, 6k)

Blaise is determined to find out why the entrance to the Slytherin common room is acting up all of a sudden. Draco is determined to keep it a secret.

Sexplanations (Of the Horrible Sort) by @bixgirl1 (E, 7k)

Harry's willing to put up with a certain amount of injury, as long as he and Malfoy can keep doing... whatever it is they're doing. Maybe. Mostly. Especially if there might be more to it than sex.

(Un)Calculated Risk by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (E, 7k)

He thought about the way Harry looked at him, smiled at him; about the way Draco’s head was nearly always full of him, all day every day, and about the way Draco sometimes deliberately went to bed still smelling of him, refusing to acknowledge what it meant – because he already fucking knew what it meant.

Up in the Air by dicta_contrion, kazuya22 (T, 8.5k)

When he's out in the sun, eye to eye with the treeline, Harry can barely remember why this thing with Draco was ever a secret in the first place.

A Song, Incomplete by RurouniHime (E, 11k)

Draco’s photograph took up the entire top half of the Prophet’s front page. Below the photo: DRACO MALFOY DEFENDS SON OF FORMER LOVER. As if that were breaking news.

Little Talks by Femme and noeon (E, 11k)

Draco's been shagging the Head Auror for months now, and he's sure it's just a fling. Until Harry asks him to a Quidditch match, that is, and things go horribly wrong.

I'll never be your chosen one by @andithiel (E, 15k)

Draco doesn't know what exactly he’s doing with Potter, he doesn't know how their unspoken agreement even started, and doesn't know where it will end. The only thing he knows is: he's not in love.

Touch Me Fall by @lqtraintracks (E, 23k)

Malfoy was such a ponce. And he was a complete snob. And he was so fucking fit Harry wanted to jump him where he sat. It would be too easy to forget his objective tonight: to really, really, really get Malfoy out of his system.

This is Never Happening Again by hpleems (E, 32k)

“Potter,” Malfoy said, shaking his head. “Do I look like I care about your holiday plans? Trust me: this is *never* happening again.”

Expecto Patronum by @writcraft (E, 35k)

Harry Potter is the most sought after celebrity in wizarding Britain. His every movement is scrutinised, his relationships questioned and his photographs plastered over every paper. Harry's used to everyone thinking he’s a hero and has had plenty of time to learn how to keep his biggest secrets hidden from the press.

Things Worth Knowing by Femme and noeon (E, 164k)

After the Battle, Harry thinks he's left Hogwarts for good, but Minerva insists that all students return for an Eighth Year if they wish to sit for NEWTs in the spring, and Harry needs those NEWTs to go into the Aurors. Draco's just grateful not to be in Azkaban. Or the Manor.

#asks #anon #drarry reclist #secret relationship #coming out as a couple

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Rewatching the PoA movie as I do chores, and I gotta pause while I’m thinking about this.

People who know me even slightly understand that this is my least favorite HP movie. In my opinion, it totally misses the point of the book and tries to simply hit plot points without understand what ties them all together.

If this is YOUR movie and you LOVE IT, this post is NOT for you! Save yourself some grief and don’t click the ‘read more’ below.

Here’s what the film does right:

- Wise/playful Sirius. We get a wink and nice touchy moment with Harry, and I see a glimpse of the Sirius I love here. This is good! The quiet moments with Gary Oldman is Sirius are VERY good. As time goes on, I am much more confident that Oldman would’ve made a very good Sirius given the opportunity. That intimate scene with Harry and Sirius at the end is a good cinematic interpretation of the internal longing Harry expresses to the reader.

Okay, that’s it. That’s all I like.

Nitpicky bits:

- The editing is just. Weird. We see ONE dinner scene with Marge and it seems like Harry just blows up one night (or blows her up lol) as if he’s just got a short fuse. Harry is a quiet person. He watches, he listens, he puts up with shit until he breaks. This scene needed to be longer, it needed to have more tension. We needed to understand the deal between Uncle Vernon and Harry + signing the permission form for Hogsmeade. One way this could have been shot with Harry at the table with everyone and slooooooow down the conversation. Build the tension. Close-ups, shots of Harry trying to pretend he doesn’t hear her. The book scene is very tense because Harry is quiet as they are talking about him as if he’s not there. THEN, he quietly speaks, drawing their attention.

- Don’t get me started on the Firebolt scene.

- Sirius saying when Remus is transforming “OH NO HE DIDN’T TAKE HIS POTION” as if Remus regularly took Wolfsbane back in the day? And then Sirius pleading with Remus not to transform??? Like Sirius, I think you know werewolves don’t work like that.

- I hate the werewolf design. It doesn’t HAVE to look like the wolf in canon (which is nearly indistinguishable from a regular wolf), but damn, it just didn’t do it for me.

- When Harry sees Peter on the Map??? Dude that was so dumb.

- The scene with the animal noises? Why? I don’t care about the other boys in Gryffindor. Show me why the trio are close other than out of loyalty (something that the books honestly miss out on)

- Remus being so upfront with Harry that he knew his parents and then focussing on LILY??? And also, part of what we learn over time in the book is that Remus knew James but refuses to indulge Harry. He keeps all of that secret—the mystery of Remus is completely wasted in this movie. I would have personally played this up in the film. Build him up as the “cool” professor who holds back emotionally. The payoff when he shows up at the end at the Shrieking Shack would be like, “Oh shit! I knew there was something off about him!” when it seems like he’s helping Sirius. Then, he would have to earn back the audience’s trust just like he does with the trio.

- The Aesthetic: this movie relies on aesthetic so much more than “what makes sense narratively.” There is so much winking at the audience by the filmmakers it drives me bonkers. Anytime something weird happens, they’re like, “Haha this weird thing is NORMAL in the wizarding world! Look at how weird it is! But for them! It’s normal!” Like jfc we get it. I know the first two movies are like, “look at how beautiful magic and cool is” but GOD. This is the film where we need magic to be “normalized.” We get it. We’re three films in. This is a magical world. These cheesy, winking-at-the-camera moments aren’t even like…cute or fun. They’re boring and uncreative. “Oh, how about a maid opens a door and a monster screams at her and she’s bland about it.” Like. Is it supposed to be funny? Because…it’s boring.

When you’re focused on Vibes rather than Character, everyone turns into a cheap, bland caricature. The filmmakers do NOT understand who the characters are. Even in Sorcerer’s Stone, Ron is the comic relief but we understand that he is fiercely loyal. In PoA, he is pure comic relief. They don’t even understand Harry. Both his and Ron’s lines are given to Hermione in the Shack scene which is like…why????

But this is the problem. At the heart of every scene, it was as if the filmmakers didn’t understand why the scene was there. In the film, Harry is an angsty teenager and things happen TO him. Oh sure, they want to show that Harry feels something but…we don’t really, as an audience, FEEL it. They TRY to force that emotional tension by rushing events along and then showing Harry crying sometimes and yelling his feelings. yawn, honestly.

- There is SO MUCH SHOUTING in this film. Harry screams about killing Sirius when he hears the Minister/McGonagall/Rosmerta talking about the betrayal. This was so…poorly done. This boy needs to close himself off from his friends and stew in his hatred, not scream about it. We need to be angry with him, not feel sad for him. We need to want to kill Sirius too.

HOW THEY SHOULD’VE DONE THE BETRAYAL EXPLANATION SCENE:

Look, it would’ve been a boring movie scene if they’d done it like the book. This is not an adaptation-friendly book, and I’ll be the first to admit it. BUT. What they could have done was this: use flashbacks and montages. They do it in Sorcerer’s Stone when Hagrid explains how the Potters died and it’s effective—you see Lily panicking, dying, and then you see cute little Harry with a wand in his face. That’s emotional!

This scene in The Three Broomsticks should have been a flashback with voiceover from Fudge/McGonagall/Rosmerta/Hagrid. It should have shown us Sirius and James being best friends at Hogwarts. With them, we could see Peter and Remus (who we wouldn’t know was Lupin). Then, we should have seen Hagrid arguing with Sirius about who gets Harry (the little devil in me wants to hear Sirius’s voice break, but also, we should feel like Sirius is going to harm the baby Harry). Thennnnnnn we should have seen what the Muggle witnesses saw — Peter crying that Sirius betrayed Lily and James, a misleading explosion, and then Sirius laughing. Thennnnn a close-up of Peter’s finger. Back to present.

Why is this effective and why would it build tension? As the audience, we need to be presented with proof that Sirius is a bad guy. We need to understand why this guy’s gotta be caught!

Also, show us how scary Sirius is by reeeaaaallly playing it up with a scene with the Minister in Azkaban—quiet, sinister Sirius please. Again, give us the tension! (Sirius acting all crazy in the wanted posters instead of the book’s slow blinking, empty-eyed prisoner totally misses the mark for me.) Then, show us him sleeping and talking in his sleep.

This would have been effective becaaaaaaause you could have brought back this flashback in the Shrieking Shack scene.

Which brings me to: The Shrieking Shack scene.

The most disappointing part of the film, in my opinion.

This is supposed to be it—the built-up tension (which never actually happens) finally explodes here. But the movie holds no tension so this scene is reduced to a lot of yelling in the movie. And of course Hermione taking everyone’s lines for some reason.

As as audience, we can’t just be scared. We should be angry. Sirius needs to be quiet, softer. He’s lured Harry away from safety by kidnapping his friend. He needs to be grinning, taunting Harry (I mean, he’s not, but it sounds like it). We need to feel like Sirius is just fucking AWFUL. Sirius MUST compare Harry and Ron to James and himself. Stretch this out like a rubber band until it snaps—until Harry snaps. GOD THIS COULD HAVE BEEN SUCH A JUICY SCENE.

The explanation should have been all voiceover—Remus explaining what happened over shots of the Marauders’ time at Hogwarts. Otherwise, it’s weird that we don’t have an explanation of the Marauders…at all??

When Sirius explains what really happened November 1st, we would see shots that the original flashback didn’t show (Peter looking miffed/jealous/“suspicious” behind everyone’s backs, Peter becoming Secret Keeper, a shady glimpse Peter kneeling before a faceless Voldemort or some shit, and then finally—the missing shots from the explosion in the flashback from earlier in the film.) Then, let’s see Sirius wasting away in Azkaban, growing older and older. Give us the EMOTIONAL WEIGHT. Then, Sirius’s voice breaks and we cut back to the present. We see the trio fighting with their own interpretations with close-ups.

(I also wanna see Sirius seeing the photograph of Pettigrew when he’s explaining how he knew Peter was alive.)

Also, also. Peter needs to be the Gollum of this film. Gives us watery eyes, precious. There has to be a reason he isn’t dead, and it’s because he’s so pathetic, no one can kill him. As an audience, we need to be like, “GOD, he is SO PATHETIC and defenseless!” The idea of killing Peter should be like killing a really ugly puppy. Like…ughhhh, I just can’t do it! Show us why Harry saves him. We need to see gross begging, manipulative sobbing, and completely emotionless Sirius and Remus, watching and getting ready to kill him.

Why does the film miss the mark? Because it’s about friendship, and the filmmakers had no idea.

The subplot of the book is seemingly Hermione and Ron being on the outs because of Crookshanks and Scabbers, but like Peter does with the Marauders during the war, Scabbers drives a wedge between the trio. He seems so innocent and we think CROOKSHANKS is the problem, but it’s the quiet spy. (Sure, Hermione was a dick about her cat and if Scabbers hadn’t been Peter, it would’ve been different—I get that. Not excusing Hermione. But stick with me). Up until now, the trio’s friendship hasn’t been tested by personal problems, and now, we see how Harry and Ron respond to a challenging situation with a friend.

Which. I don’t think that’s the subplot. I think this is the crux of this book.

Harry and Ron fail very hard at friendship in this story. They fail Hermione who, while extremely flawed and misguided, has good intentions. Harry treats her with indifference and then ignores her; Ron treats her with outright antagonism. They fail Hagrid miserably when it comes to Buckbeak, and we find out that Hermione has been doing her best to help Hagrid despite being rejected by Harry and Ron. And this is important to the overall situation with Sirius Black because before we find out the truth, we think Sirius was a bad friend.

Okay, let me talk about the Firebolt now because the Firebolt was never really about Sirius.

The Firebolt plot was so crucial to the story that it’s outrageous they cut this out of the movie. (But the filmmakers had no idea PoA was about friendship so I guess whatever.) When Harry loses his Nimbus to the Whomping Willow, he expresses that it “felt like he had lost a friend” so when he gets a new broom that he really wants, he’s willing to sacrifice his true, human friend for it. He rejects Hermione because she told on him to McGonagall to keep him safe—not her best move but honestly, if Sirius had really wanted to kill Harry, it would have been very easy for him.

When you are making an adaptation of a book, you must ask essential questions. What is the POINT of this film? What is the lesson we are showing? Every part of that film should be building up to demonstrate that point. Trying to hit every plot point without knowing why is so lazy. “I want to make a Harry Potter film—but the tone has changed. It’s DARK now. You gotta know—he’s an ANGSTY TEEN!” Yeah, that does nothing for me, dude.

Harry’s willingness to sacrifice himself for his friends in the Shack is supposed to show that he is capable of growth and that friendship/love should come before all else. You need to be able to forgive (Snape subplot/Hermione subplot), and you should be willing to set aside petty quarrels/greed for your friends (Firebolt subplot/Peter subplot). Sure, the plot is that “a murderer breaks out of prison and wants to kill Harry Potter” but it’s not what the film is ABOUT.

If Sorcerer’s Stone is about making friends and building a friendship, Prisoner of Azkaban asks the question, “What happens when the honeymoon is over? What happens when my friends reveal glaring flaws? What happens when those flaws affect ME?”

Anyway, I really tried to give this movie another chance (I’ve seen it about 6-7 times since it came out), and it STILL does not do it for me. I’ve come around to Gary Oldman as Sirius (but not when he’s yelling or hysterical—does he EVER yell in the books?), but that’s it.

#this was unnecessary #but I had to figure out why I can’t stand this movie #and through this poorly written analysis i think i’ve figured it out #finally #they should NOT remake the movies into a show because rowling does not need more $$#but please hbo if you’re gonna do it could you talk to me before you do season 3

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saintsenara · 2 days

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why DOES slughorn know about horcruxes?

it's a good question, anon - and one which i'm sure has preoccupied many of us at one time or another...

and luckily for us there is an answer on the canon page:

slughorn knows what horcruxes are - just as regulus does and as i'm convinced snape does - because horcruxes canonically aren't bizarre, unknowable magic. what is unusual in what voldemort does isn't that he makes a horcrux... it's that he makes seven.

slughorn understands what a horcrux is and how one is made, then, in the same way that ordinary people who are not murderers understand how a body can be dismembered and disposed of - entirely conceptually, but with that conceptual knowledge still being more than sufficient. we can assume that many books which relate to defence against the dark arts mention them - but they do so, as hermione notes, obliquely; in the knowledge that this is enough for the purposes of anyone who isn't seeking to head directly to prison. and we can also assume that the actual step-by-step instructions for making one exist in a text which has as its real-world equivalent a manual for committing some sort of atrocity which would be found on the dark web.

except - of course - secrets of the darkest art was on the shelves in a school.

albus... please.

that harry, ron, and hermione don't know more about them is partially due to the information blackout put in place by dumbledore at some point after voldemort graduates. which is a genuinely interesting example of how the magical world seems to understand safeguarding - the teenage voldemort is able to encounter material about dark topics without any adult supervision, is told by slughorn not to mention this to anyone else, isn't clocked in any way as someone who's becoming radicalised, and who is dealt with after the fact by students losing the right to encounter this specific dark topic entirely.

but it's also due to the fact that the narrative role harry plays in the series - and, specifically, the way he is voldemort's mirror-character - requires the horcruxes to seem more arcane knowledge than they actually are. deathly hallows - since it's moving towards an epic battle between individual manifestations of good and evil - has to set up harry [and his two trusted retainers] as the only person who can know about the horcruxes.

but it's important to note that how the text shows this is that harry is the only person who knows voldemort well enough to guess what the objects are and where they might be - ron and hermione, for example, are completely unconvinced by the idea that there's a horcrux in gringotts until bellatrix gives it away, because they can't understand, whereas harry can, that voldemort would feel insecure about not having a vault there.

and so we can say, through this, that - if harry asked tonks or kingsley or moody or slughorn himself - they would canonically know what a horcrux was. but this would still be ultimately useless to harry - because their knowledge wouldn't go beyond what he saw in slughorn's memory, what dumbledore told him, and what hermione was able to work out from the books dumbledore had taken off the library shelves.

#asks answered #horcrux nonsense for fun and profit

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The Daring, Forbidden and Evil - pt. 9

A/N: I had this in my head for such a long time and it came out better than I intended to but now the next part will be so freaking good. OH MY GOD WHAT I HAVE READY FOR YOU!

You've laid on your bed, staring at the empty ceiling. You have felt horrible. There was a pit in your stomach, causing you to feel sick and light-headed.

It was guilt- betraying them like you did but there was one thing you didn't tell them.

Sirius.

You couldn't tell them he was with Harry. Something about it just didn't let you tell you that secret. You were on the edge of telling them but you bit your tongue last second. They know everything now and as much as you felt it was the right thing to do before, now something was eating you alive from the inside out.

You heard a knock and a quiet crack of the door as it opened.

"(y/n)?" you heard a crack in his voice. It made you smile that even a cold-hearted boy could go through puberty.

You smiled at the sound and scooched a bit, so he could sit down. Something about him was different though. He lost his colour, though he was already pale, something drained him even more. You didn't move, only scrunched your eyebrows as you observed him.

"Are you feeling any better?" he asked, simpering.

He respected you since then. He did and he treated you completely differently because of it.

"I don't know." you said, finally sitting up and hugging your stomach.

He lowered his head and started to play with the edge of the pillow, simpering. "Feels odd, doesn't it?" he continued and you watched him.

"What?"

"Loyalty?" he met your gaze and your look softened when you saw the pain in his eyes. Something you haven't seen in a long time.

"What happened at the meeting?" you asked, putting your hand on his forearm but he only stopped breathing for a moment.

"Meeting..." he mumbled, thinking back at everything that happened. You weren't on it. On any of it. You were out of it because his father didn't trust you enough yet. You were an outsider and that was the only thing that was saving you from meeting the true monstrosity his family was involved with.

He got up and started to walk away, with you calling his name behind. He only heard it as a muffled sound but as he reached the door, he turned his head over his shoulder. "You have a visitor."

"Draco." you repeated and got on your feet, putting your slippers on and making your way after him. Just as you made a few steps to chase another figure appeared in front of you, causing you to stop at the stranger.

He was tall. Tall and dark- not truly dark featured. His hair was light brown and his eyes were green- there was just a bit of darkness around him that you couldn't point out. There was a feeling of familiarity to this stranger but you didn't mind it, only observed. You wanted to speak but the greys in his hair caused you to think first before trying to speak. Just as you were about to ask about his identity, his eyes looked up and it was like a strong white lightning struck your heart. It died and sped up at the same time. You felt your eyes widen, your mouth drop and had no single idea how to react to this man.

His smile was crooked and heavy but it was sincere. Your eyes moved from every limb of his to every small detail on them to make you try and realise that who you saw in front of you was real and not imprisoned.

"My sweet little girl." he opened his arms just for a small gap but without any hesitation, you almost tackled him from his feet. You rushed so fast to his embrace, feeling your heart almost give up in your chest.

You cried. You cried because you haven't felt any sort of pressure in your chest before. You cried because the hole in your heart that has been empty for so long overflowed with joy. All these years of missing him, all these years of barely breathing because they were gone and finally, FINALLY, he was back.

So you cried and so did he. It was the first time he cried in front of you but he hugged you even tighter than you did him and he kissed your hair and laughed in joy. He held you and it was as if he was holding a big, bright light that he needed all these years. Finally, he felt something positive and bright in his soul. Finally, he felt that something in his chest was pieced together.

He barely pushed you a bit away from him- to see your face, he cupped it in his large hands and it didn't fit as it did the last time. Back then, your whole head could fit into his large hands, now only he could feel the warm and flushed cheeks, felt the wet tears from your glistening eyes, watching him in wonder. You kept touching his arms as if trying to prove to yourself that he was real, that he existed still.

You have never felt any sort of resentment towards him. Not once in all your years. You only missed him, dearly.

"You are so angelic." he smiled, laughing and crying. "So sweetly beautiful." he continued and his voice, it didn't change much from what you remember. It still had a poetic tone in it.

"Where were you?!" you cried again uncontrollably. "You left." - and now you felt as if you were six years old again, seeing him walk through the door for the last time and trying to chase after him. Your grandmother held you back, trying to comfort you but you had always felt your attachment towards him.

"Oh, I tried to stay." he caressed your hair, observing every single inch of you. "I tried but I couldn't stay without putting you in danger." he started to get more serious, leading you to your bed, where both of you could sit down. "I don't have much time to explain all of this but the Malfoys agreed to give me as much time as they can without Him knowing." he said and your eyes dropped down a bit.

"Him?"

"The Dark Lord." he said in a low voice.

"So you are on his side."

"No." he caressed your hair again. "I'm on your side and if it means to stand with him to protect you, I shall."

"Dad, I don't understand anything." you threw your head into your palms and he brought you close, caressing you with his hand from the top of your head, down to your back.

"I know, sweets." he smiled. You called him 'Dad' and since the moment he left those years ago, he didn't think you'd ever forgive him again. He pulled you apart from him and wiped away your tears. He was dead serious at the moment. "I need to tell you the truth, (y/n)."

"What truth?"

"The whole truth because I don't know what will happen to me and there is a small posibility people would pardon my actions so we can live together after the war but I want you to know the whole truth about your mother and I." he stopped and you only watched. You didn't know what to say, so you listened. "Your mother was not like this before."

"I know."you agreed and he smiled, seeing how well you remember the little childhood they both gave you.

"Your mother was loud in school. She loved to laugh and talk. She loved to run around and cause trouble. Boys like me, who loved thee troublemaking, loved hearing her laugh. She was extremely light and fun to be around. There was a lot of fight to who she will choose and she chose me. I pulled out every trick in courting I could and we bonded. Not because we were so different. It was that we felt this connection where everything seemed bright and colourful. We matched each other in the way nobody else could. Different backgrounds, different cultures, different viewpoints and different upbringing but that was exactly what made us so obsessed with each other. It took a while to see our future togehter but there was magnetism and she understood me in the way nobody else could. I could tell her my deepest desires and she could tell me her biggest monstrosities but in the end, when it was me and her, only me and her, we were just two people in love." he paused for a moment and you continued to watch with wonder. "Nobody understood our match. Nobody had to because we simply went well together and that was the woman I fell in love with. We even had you pretty soon and she was a wonderful mother."

"She was." you smiled, thinking back.

"It was until she met him- something clicked in her and we started to argue." his eyes darkened. "She wanted to take you with her but I forbade her to let her take you to him. She wanted us to be a family with him but I couldn't let that happen." he wandered off. "Something changed in her..." he continued. "Her laugh wasn't fun anymore... or bright... it was evil..." his eyes furrowed as he thought back on the memories. "She still loved us, truly but there was darkness surrounding her all of a sudden and she started to become dangerous- so I took you to your grandmother, just for a little while. I didn't want it to be all your life." he looked up at your eyes apologetically.

"What really happened?" you asked, your voice cracking.

He sighed, closing his eyes. "She broke." he said, quietly and simple. "Her eyes weren't her eyes anymore and she wasn't my person anymore but I couldn't just let her go." he looked at you with the same regret as before but this time it was stronger. "I was still so deeply in love with her- I vowed to protect her in sickness and in health and I still believe your mother is extremely sick. He did something to her... he changed her and I had to choose you or her. I chose both. I knew that if I stayed with you, she will eventually find me and you- that she would do something mad. But if I was there, by her side, keeping an eye on her and letting her forget about you, she wouldn't want to hurt you in any shape or form. So I filled her love for him and I let her love him more than me because if that meant for you to be safe from her, then be it."

He took a deep breath and took a hold of your hands.

"I chose you, my sweet little girl." he smiled. "I wanted you to grow up good- do things rightfully. Please, don't help them. Go back to France, the house is yours- your grandmother made sure of that and-" he looked back and quickly took off something from his neck. A key. He pushed it into your hands. "It's a key to the vault- it's everything I have there and more." he continued, smiling and shaking. "I put some of her memories of you there and mine as well." he continued but you only watched. "I had to keep you safe from them- you can't be here. You have to leave. Stay at Hogwarts until you are 18 years old, go back to France, live your life away from the war, from here." he started to shake his head. "They think I'm convincing you to change sides- to side with them but you have to leave, my sweet love, please get as far away from here as you can."

"But dad-"

"I contacted your grandmother's friend, the one that always used to visit, she is keeping an eye on the house before you turn of age and she is ready to welcome you there. You only have to leave them- they don't care about you- none of the Blacks do. They use you- they ruin your life so please, leave." he finished, kissing the top of your head and standing up.

"Dad..." your voice was shaking- not knowing how to feel from all these information on your shoulders all of a sudden.

He smiled, said he loved you and disappeared.

And you? You sat there with nothing but that empty hole again.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #weasley twins #harry potter imagines

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randomwriting-misc · 2 years

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Endangered | Chapter Eleven

Paul Lahote x OFC

Endangered Masterlist

Summary: Vampires and wolves are not the only supernatural creatures to walk the earth, and they are certainly not the only ones in Forks, Washington when Charlotte Annabeth Swan, “Anna”, moves in with her uncle after the unfortunate demise of her parents.

Some may misidentify her as a witch, but that’s fine, she would rather them think that anyway. But the Volturi know the truth, and they are closing in on her.

December

December 16th

“This is past the point of ridiculous,” Paul says as I drift off on his shoulder for the second time. We are sitting in the living room of his house, a movie playing lightly in the background, one that I am struggling to pay attention to as I am snuggled into him. It’s a comfort so natural I don’t even realize I am falling asleep until I am awakened by Paul.

“The nightmares were bad last night,” I say groggily. Paul’s face is hard, and I already know what’s coming before he says it.

“They aren’t YOUR nightmares, Anna,” he tenses, voice harsh.

“They feel like it sometimes,” I admit.

I can’t pinpoint what was the straw that broke the camel’s back, but Paul is over Bella’s mood. Maybe it was when I was so sleep-deprived, that I sobbed into his shoulder after school, unable to focus on anything as exhaustion took over my body. Maybe it was when I fell into such a deep sleep, he couldn’t wake me up, which terrified him. Whatever it was, he wanted it to end.

“She’s being selfish,” he hisses.

“Don’t say that.”

“She’s been ignoring everyone for months, and you are bending over backward to make sure nothing happens to her.”

I still hadn’t told him about the Volturi, that it wasn’t just about protecting Bella and Charlie anymore. It was about avoiding being hunted down. I knew it would just add fuel to the fire. The boys were already working themselves to the bone, just the three of them.

I also hadn’t told him about everything my parents left me in their will. It was still overwhelming, and Charlie and I had yet to go through all of the paperwork, but the assets and money alone were insane to think about. I never really thought about how old my mother was, not after she started aging normally with my dad, but it was old enough to have a great amount of wealth apparently.

“I think Charlie sees how bad she’s getting,” I provide, hoping that will quell his anger.

“It’s been bad, Charlie has been suffering too.”

“I’ll talk to him, okay? Get her help,” I say, hoping to move on.

“Or a psychiatric hospital.”

I flick his arm, “Seriously Paul, don’t say that about her. She’s family.”

He tsks and leans back on the couch, this time staying silent as I drift off. Before I am lulled off completely, I feel Paul kiss my temple tenderly.

I smile softly, he can never keep up the asshole schtick for long.

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December 21st

After months of practice, my magic felt easier now, more natural. I had pretty good control of it, even fire was less terrifying than before. I got to use my abilities around the pack and Elders more as I trusted more people to know. If they could keep the boy’s secret, I knew they could keep mine. Slowly, I started speaking to individuals about it, and most reacted with a simple nod and a smile. Harry jokingly named me the official fire starter for the meetings.

Kim had been the first one we clued into my abilities. The girl had fallen into our routine well. It was often that Emily, Kim, and I found ourselves together as our respective partners roamed the woods. Another hiker had gone missing, and we had a sinking feeling they wouldn’t be able to find them alive.

She handled it in stride, just like she had Jared’s shifting. She didn’t ask too many questions, which was a relief. Most of the tribe had the notion of “less is more,” when it came to me and my nature.

All except for Billy Black. He asked more questions than even Sam did in the beginning. Knowing my father and mother personally, he drilled into me one council meeting. It took a promise to come over to his house the next day to quell his curiosity for the time being.

That’s where I found myself now, staring at the front door of the Black house, hesitant to knock in case Jacob would be the one to answer it. Our friendship was tentative still.

Taking a deep breath, I knock. To my relief, Billy answers.

With a smile, I greet him, “Hey Billy.”

“Anna, come on in. I made coffee.”

“You know the way to my heart,” I joke, following him to the dining room table. Two cups already sat in the middle. I sit down, holding the mug for warmth.

“Is Jake…”

“Out with friends,” he says, and I nod. There’s a beat of awkward silence before he begins to speak again.

“So, Will and Aurelia… they left Forks for a reason?”

“I can only assume so, they didn’t really talk much about it in detail, at least not to me.”

“What was she?”

I flinch, “Faerie.” I say simply. Billy just nods.

“I guess that makes sense, there was always a feeling around her, something not quite human, at least in the beginning. I thought I was just paranoid, especially when I stopped feeling that sense so strongly.”

“She gave it up to be with him,” I say, “When she got pregnant, they told me they were worried about vampires, she might not register as a Fae creature as strongly, but I would. That’s why they moved.”

“Anna, I hate to ask this but, do you know how they died?”

“The official report is a break-in gone wrong. But… I was the one who found them,” I choke, tears welling in my eyes, this was a detail I don’t talk about, with anyone really, “It looked like a massacre. I don’t think whoever was responsible was human.”

Billy grasps my hand on the table for support as a stray tear falls down my face.

“My mom thought it would be safe here, I don’t think she knew about the Cullen’s”

“She didn’t, they only moved back a few years ago. Until Sam shifted, we weren’t entirely sure that the stories were just that, stories,” he solemnly says, “I wish I had known, to warn them.”

Something in me breaks as the weight of the situation falls onto my shoulders.

“There’s something else, about their murders, but you can’t tell anyone yet, not even Paul.”

Billy gives me a skeptical glance but nods.

“I think the people that killed them, the vampires, were a group called the Volturi. They are some weird leaders in their world, who are old enough to remember the Fae. My mom was trying to through them off our scent, but I think they caught her up to her. I’m worried they will eventually catch up to me. I wasn’t home that night, but unless they didn’t go through the house, they know another person lived there.”

“You know we won’t let anything happen to you.”

“That’s the thing, Billy… if it comes downs to them tracking me here. I don’t think you or anyone else should try to protect me. It’s not worth losing the lives of many just for mine. Especially the boys, I don’t think it’s fair of me to ask that.”

“Anna, you are a part of us now.”

“I know you all have welcomed me with open arms, but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anyone died for me. I can’t. It’s not my right to expect that of you all.”

Billy’s lips are pressed in a tight line, and I can see he is struggling not to argue. In the end, he gives a curt nod.

“This seems like a conversation we should all be a part of, and we will have. But for now, we can table it. I would still like to talk about Will and Aurelia a bit, I have plenty of embarrassing stories about your father for you if you like to hear them.”

I wipe the tears away from my cheeks, happy for the break, “I would love that.”

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December 28th

I walk into the house after spending the day with Angela and Jessica. Over Christmas, they had gotten some money and gift cards and wanted to go shopping in Port Angeles before school started up again. Charlie’s car is gone, so I knew it was going to a “fend for yourself” night. Paul was with Sam and Jared, so I was alone for the first time in a few weeks. Throwing my keys onto the entryway table, I turn and jump to see Bella sitting on the couch.

She’s wrapped in a blanket, with deep bags under her eyes and sullen cheeks. She seems dim. The life and color sucked out of her. The tv is off, there’s no book in her hand, and she is just staring, eyes glazed over.

I take a breath to prepare myself and step into the living room, she doesn’t even look at me.

“Mind if I sit?”

She doesn’t answer. She doesn’t even acknowledge me. I sit next to her, and she does something that surprises me. She moves the blanket to cover me as well.

Tentatively, I wrap my arms around her in a hug, instead of pulling away, she leans into me, her head on my shoulder.

I rub circles on her back and brush her hair back. It’s not until I feel wetness on my shirt that I realize silent tears are falling from her eyes. A deep sigh releases from me, but I don’t say anything.

We stay like that for a while, Bella is desperate for connection, and I’m desperate to have her back. Exhaustion takes over her, and I gently move her, so her head is laying on my lap before I fall asleep too.

Bella does not wake up that night.

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December 31st

“Have I ever told you that I hate the cold,” I say wrapping a blanket closer around me as I sit on the edge of Sam’s truck bed. The beach is frigid, especially at night, and would normally be empty, but everyone is out preparing for New Year’s fireworks. We all brought pillows and blankets and chairs to watch them all together, turning the bed of a truck into somewhat of a pillow fort.

“Yes, my love, you’ve told me every day since the snow started to stick,” Paul says adjusting the beanie on my head, so it covers my ears. I press my cheek into his warm hand. He smiles at me, laughing at the number of layers I have on.

“There’s too much snow,” I mutter.

“It’s normal for this time of year.”

I roll my eyes, “I’m not doing any more outdoor activities until it’s at least 70 degrees. You can tell Emily.”

“So, I guess we will see you in May?” He lightly taps my nose and I pretend to try and bite him.

“May! Jesus, I miss when my winter was a cool 50 degrees,” I groan.

“You know there’s a simple solution here,” Paul smirks.

“Don’t say it.” I point a gloved finger at him. He throws his hands up like he’s innocent. I had convinced him to at least try and blend in, with a hoodie and jeans on instead of his usual cut-offs. I would be stealing the hoodie later tonight. The one I was wearing now was already too cold.

“What’s the point of having a supernaturally warm boyfriend if you don’t take advantage of it.” He jumps onto the bed of the truck and slips behind me. He removes the blanket around me, ignoring my cry. He put it around him to get closer to me, wrapping my back up, this time in his arms. I lean into him as he peppers kisses on the side of my face, arms squeezing me close.

“Because you get handsy,” I point out as fingertips lightly lift my hoodie and graze over my skin, leaving goosebumps.

“I do not.”

I give him a look.

“Okay maybe a little,” he gives, “I can’t help it, I feel like I’ve barely seen you lately. I’ll be happy when we catch the leech killing all of the hikers.”

“I will too, I miss you,” I say kissing the back of his hand.

“I miss you too.”

The moment is interrupted by Jared jumping over the side of the truck with a bang, followed by him is Kim, who he lifts up easily.

“Okay love birds, break it up,” he says, and I roll my eyes.

“Big talk from the biggest sap here,” I joke.

“No, that title still goes to Paul, you should hear him, all night it’s “I miss Anna, I hope Anna is okay, Oh, I wonder what Anna is doing right now.” It’s incessant-“

Paul throws a pillow at him to shut him up, but I’m already laughing.

“Cute,” I whisper to him, and a blush creeps up onto his face.

“Ready for fireworks?” Sam says, walking up to the truck hand in hand with Emily.

“I’m ready for a space heater,” I groan. Emily laughs at me.

“My poor girl, you’ll acclimate eventually," she says tenderly.

“Honestly, I don’t want to, out of spite really. It is a crime for this to be normal weather. One day I’ll take you all to one of the places I grew up, you’ll see then.”

“Looking forward to it,” Paul says into my ear, his head leaning on my shoulder. Even through about four layers of clothing, he really is helping with the cold. His arms are still around my waist, hands resting on my hips.

We all settle into comfortable positions, Paul and I move so he is leaning against the back wall, with me still in between his legs. Jared and Kim have taken our place on the edge, sitting side by side. Emily and Sam sit in the chairs they brought, Sam playing with the ring on Emily’s left hand.

“Any New Year Resolutions?” I ask Paul, who thinks for a moment very seriously.

“Keep you safe, spend more time with you, figure out if there’s ever an end to all this,” he shrugs.

The confession weighs more than he lets on, you can feel longing from him. Tuning in a little more to the connection, you feel a bit of fear and a lot of weariness.

I turn to face him and place a hand on his face, “I’m sure there is an end. You deserve an end. To do whatever you want.”

“We don’t all get what we want though do we?”

I sigh, “Maybe not, but we can figure out what we want together. Maybe it’ll be easier that way.”

“Everything is easier with you.” He meets my gaze earnestly. I smile softly. It pulls on my heartstrings when he is so sincere like this.

“Well, there you go.”

“What about you?” He asks, and it takes me a moment to think.

“I hadn’t really thought too hard about it, but they are probably the same as yours.”

I don’t know how well he believes me, but before he can say anything, murmurs of the countdown to midnight begin, and his attention is pulled away from me.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

As the fireworks begin, I pull Paul into a kiss, it’s a little desperate. I kiss him like it might be the last time, even though I know it won’t be. He matches my intensity as his hand holds the nape of my neck, the other wrapping around my waist to pull me onto his lap. My hands travel up to his neck and face, and I try my hardest to enjoy this feeling, committing it to memory.

The one true thought I have about the next year screaming in my head.

Stay alive.

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“Harry doesn’t trust adults”

The above is an oft-uttered statement in the fandom, generally taken as fact. I would agree with an it to an extent—however, there are adults Harry trusts almost implicitly throughout the series, and typically he does so because they fulfill certain requirements:

they treat him with respect (not quite like a peer, but like someone whose voice and thoughts matter)

they are almost-constantly present

they give him information or answers

The two who most frequently fulfill these requirements and earn Harry’s trust are Remus Lupin and Albus Dumbledore—but Dumbledore consistently edges out Lupin because of the amount of times he is respectful, available and informative.

First though, the obvious rebuttals:

What about the Weasley parents?

Harry is very fond of Molly and Arthur, and he does come to see himself as an extension of the family (as they do for him)... but. It is not a complete envisioning, as evidenced by how many times Harry is surprised to have Molly hug him (year 4), or admit in an argument with Sirius that he is “as good as” another son (year 5), or even to receive a family watch when he is seventeen after knowing and being around the Weasleys for five years (year 7). Even as he adores the Weasleys, he still considers himself somewhat apart from them.

We do not see Harry entrust Molly with secrets, with information, with how he is feeling as the Problem of the Book is running rampant on his physical, mental, and emotional health. He seems to instead take a similar stance as Ron, who would not be caught dead telling his mother about goings-on at Hogwarts unless he absolutely had to.

Indeed, Harry even keeps relatively harmless things from her such as his sponsorship of Fred and George’s joke shop, although this causes Molly to worry for some time that the twins got the gold through nefarious means.

And as for Arthur, he is a warm but rather distant presence in Harry’s life, usually serving as a source of comic relief in the earlier books and only getting a bit of personal time with Harry after Nagini attacks him in year 5. Though he is definitely a father and a good father to his children, you don’t get the sense that Arthur sits in that chair for Harry except by extension of being the patriarch of the family Harry is already fond of.

In year 6 when Harry confides in Arthur about his suspicions concerning Draco Malfoy, Arthur kindly but definitively brushes him off, reinforcing the minimal level of trust Harry has given them throughout the series.

In short, Molly and Arthur adore Harry but are simply not available enough to qualify as reliable, and they (rightfully) treat him like a child that needs to be protected, even though Harry’s experiences do not quite line up with or justify how they treat him.

What about Professor McGonagall?

There’s a line in book 5 chapter 32 after McGonagall has been cursed and sent to St. Mungo’s that shows how much Harry has come to see his Head of House as a pillar of fairness and stability:

“There was nobody left to tell. Dumbledore had gone, Hagrid had gone, but he had always expected Professor McGonagall to be there, irascible and inflexible, perhaps, but always dependably, solidly present.”

So then, you might say, doesn’t that mean that Harry trusts Minerva just as much as (if not more than) he trusts Remus and Albus? Nope, not completely. Here’s why: Professor McGonagall has let Harry down before.

There’s no need to go into detail about year 1 where the trio tries to tell Professor McGonagall about the Philosopher’s Stone (which to be fair to her is not in danger) and she shoots them down, but this is still a pivotal point in shaping Harry’s opinion of her.

Shortly before this, he has been punished by McGonagall for being out after curfew, trying to help another staff member smuggle a dragon off the grounds. There’s no doubt he’s broken the rules, but the 150-point deduction she takes from him, Hermione and Neville feels disproportionate and extremely unfair.

In year 2, when suspicion lands on Harry after the Chamber opens, it is McGonagall who takes him to Dumbledore’s office for the first time after Harry ends up in too many wrong-place-wrong-time situations with Petrified students. It’s clear to the reader that she doesn’t really suspect Harry, but it’s also notable that even though she is his Head of House, it is Hagrid that bursts in later on Harry and Dumbledore’s meeting to vehemently declare Harry’s innocence.

In year 3, with a little help from Hermione, McGonagall is also the instrument of taking away Harry’s new Firebolt (understandably so, to be fair), and doesn’t do such a great job reassuring Harry about its eventual return once it’s cleared for curses.

And much later in year 5, she makes the glaring error of losing her temper with Harry and telling him to control his after he has already had several of Umbridge’s sadistic detentions, and twice come to her for help with handling them.

This doesn’t mean that she always lets Harry down, though. McGonagall is also the one who persuades Dumbledore to bend the “no first year broom-havers/Quidditch players” rule in year 1.

In year 4 she is one of the first to back Harry up when he insists to Dumbledore that he did not put his name in the Goblet of Fire, even though that means going publicly against Snape, and she allows Harry and Hermione to practice spells in abandoned classrooms for the tasks.

And in year 5, during Harry’s career advice session, she stands toe to toe with Umbridge and promises Harry all the professional advice and assistance she can give, even if that means going against the Ministry’s party line.

In short, McGonagall has the curse of being just as distant toward Harry as many of the other adults in his life, though not maliciously so. I’d argue that Harry trusts McGonagall to be professional and fair and present when it comes to school-related matters, but not so much when something unusual or Voldemort-related happens—and since “Voldemort-related” covers most of Harry’s life, he doesn’t extend McGonagall as much trust in that arena after being shown several times where her priorities lie.

What about Sirius?

Sirius is a special case. Harry admires Sirius, and he worries for him. He does trust Sirius, and he believes Sirius cares for him without needing as much reinforcement as he does for/from other characters. But for all their limited time together, Harry steps into a parental role for Sirius just as much as Sirius does for him:

Harry trusts Sirius enough to be honest with him about things going on with Voldemort, and even relies on Sirius to keep him informed when other adults wouldn’t—but he also tries to keep Sirius from being caught again by the Ministry practically from the moment Sirius first gets away. This includes writing Sirius letters about pain in his scar in year 4, then backpedaling immediately and asking Sirius not to come to him when Sirius understandably freaks the fuck out and says ‘I’m flying north, don’t try and stop me’.

Harry tries to physically shield Sirius from Snape in year 5, even though the two are adults and have every right to have stupid fights in the middle of Sirius’ house about Harry’s Occlumency lessons and shit that happened twenty years ago. (You can tell how I really feel about that.)

Also in year 5, the infamous two-way mirror: Harry doesn’t know what Sirius’ gift is until too late, but he also resolves almost immediately after getting it to never use it, because he wants to protect Sirius from any potential consequences from Snape, the Ministry or any others. He is fifteen years old, and by this point has so often embraced the role of keeping information from Sirius to keep him ‘safe’ that it never occurs to him that he is metaphorically sitting in the wrong chair.

Sirius’ one mistake is not mistaking Harry for James, but occasionally goading Harry to make decisions based on what James might have done or not done—for example, when Harry verbally tries to dissuade him from coming to the school in book 5, Sirius invokes James to make Harry feel guilty and push him to do what Sirius wants, and you can tell it stings:

“Listen, don’t go asking too many questions about Hagrid,” said Sirius hastily, “it’ll just draw even more attention to the fact that he’s not back, and I know Dumbledore doesn’t want that. Hagrid’s tough, he’ll be okay.” And when they did not appear cheered by this, Sirius added, “When’s your next Hogsmeade weekend anyway? I was thinking, we got away with the dog disguise at the station, didn’t we? I thought I could—”

“NO!” said Harry and Hermione together, very loudly.

“Sirius, didn’t you see the Daily Prophet?” said Hermione anxiously.

“Oh that,” said Sirius, grinning, “they’re always guessing where I am, they haven’t really got a clue—”

“Yeah, but we think this time they have,” said Harry. “Something Malfoy said on the train made us think he knew it was you, and his father was on the platform, Sirius—you know, Lucius Malfoy — so don’t come up here, whatever you do, if Malfoy recognizes you again —”

“All right, all right, I’ve got the point,” said Sirius. He looked most displeased. “Just an idea, thought you might like to get together —”

“I would, I just don’t want you chucked back in Azkaban!” said Harry.

There was a pause in which Sirius looked out of the fire at Harry, a crease between his sunken eyes. “You’re less like your father than I thought,” he said finally, a definite coolness in his voice. “The risk would’ve been what made it fun for James.”

“Look—”

“Well, I’d better get going, I can hear Kreacher coming down the stairs,” said Sirius, but Harry was sure he was lying. “I’ll write to tell you a time I can make it back into the fire, then, shall I? If you can stand to risk it?”

There was a tiny pop, and the place where Sirius’s head had been was flickering flame once more.

It’s a clear sign that Sirius loves Harry, but doesn’t necessarily respect Harry’s attempts to keep him safe.

Harry trusts Sirius, but not entirely, and not consistently. In some ways, he does not always treat Sirius like an adult like he does with other adults.

Done. Now for the two adults Harry does choose to trust for extended periods.

Why does Harry trust Remus?

Remus is one of the first adults in Harry’s life to be distant, but still kind, respectful, reliable, and dependable.

One of their first points of conflict (Remus not letting Harry face the boggart) is handled by Remus better than many other adults ‘handle’ Harry: he explains why he did what he did, listens to Harry’s counterpoint, and provides more analysis and guidance for Harry’s fears. He is one of the few teachers Harry has that does so.

How is Remus different than everyone above?

To be fair... in some ways, he isn’t. Certainly he is around much less, so Harry ends up “trusting” him for a much shorter time period than he does for the Weasleys, McGonagall, Sirius, and Dumbledore. But his experience with Harry in year 3 has a lasting positive impression on Harry:

Though he has to almost beg Remus to teach him the Patronus Charm at first, Remus does agree and sacrifices lots of his personal time to do just that. The fact that the lessons are ultimately successful strengthens the bond between them. It wouldn’t be too far-fetched to imagine that every time Harry is able to successfully cast a Patronus, he thinks of Remus along with his dad and his happy-memory-of-choice.

Although Remus gives Harry an intense (and, we later learn, hypocritical) dressing-down in the same year after catching Harry out after hours with the Marauder’s Map and Snape, his willingness to lie directly to Snape’s face (long seen as a source of authority in Harry’s world) means that Harry sees him as someone who isn’t afraid to bend the rules for a good cause, or to protect someone. This means he sees Remus in a different light as a teacher than he does someone like McGonagall (who doesn’t rebel against her peer/boss Umbridge in Harry’s line of sight until a few years later).

Remus shows he is willing to protect Harry from Sirius before the Wormtail-reveal, and also from Harry’s own recklessness, which means that Harry can rely on him to be in a more senior/paternal role in the way he can’t always do with Sirius.

This may explain why he doesn’t seem to hold any grudge against Remus for disappearing post year 3 and not showing up again until the beginning of year 5.

How is Remus the same?

Remus does have his shortcomings, which push him slightly down on the list.

The aforementioned disappearance between year 3 end and year 5 beginning is never properly explained, and we don’t get the sense that any letters were exchanged between Remus and Harry in that time.

Remus is also guilty of invoking Harry’s parents to try and shame Harry into doing what he wants (in this case, not running off recklessly with Sirius on the loose in year 3).

In year 5, when Harry confronts him and Sirius about James’ behavior toward Snape, both men give less-than-satisfactory explanations.

In year 6, Harry is just as displeased with Remus for brushing off his Draco-concerns as he is displeased with Arthur.

Most importantly, Remus’ offer to join the trio on the Horcrux hunt in year 7 even though it means abandoning Tonks and Teddy almost shatters Harry’s good opinion of him entirely, and forces Harry to see the man he has long admired in a new light.

All this means that Harry trusts Remus with things he wouldn’t trust Sirius, McGonagall, or the Weasley parents with, but there are still many things he keeps to himself. It’s notable that out of the Sirius/Remus/Albus trio, Remus is the one Harry discusses Voldemort with the least.

So, that’s Remus sorted.

(at last, we have arrived.)

Why does Harry trust Albus?

I’d hardly argue that Dumbledore handles or treats Harry perfectly. But Harry’s first impression of him face to face is perhaps the most positive out of everyone above minus the Weasley parents.

Albus does a lot to endear Harry to him without even trying, precisely because that’s just how he treats all his students. Albus is polite, respectful, and kind to Harry.

Albus is also very seldom absent for very long. He vanishes briefly at the end of years 1 and 2, but is back almost before Harry has time to miss him. He is present throughout the entirety of years 3 and 4. In years 5 and 6 this turns into longer departures from the castle, and we see how Harry has come to rely on Albus so much that he is discomfited by his absences. And once Albus has died, a significant portion of Harry’s brainpower is taken up in grieving the loss of everything Albus was to him.

How is Albus different than everyone else?

Albus knows from the beginning that Voldemort will target Harry once he returns, and this informs the discussions he has with Harry. Where other adults seek only to shield Harry from Voldemort or related topics, Albus is aware that even their best protections will not hold against Voldemort’s hatred and determination, which is why he and Harry have the most conversations about Voldemort by far.

Albus does reference Lily and James, but doesn’t compare Harry to them or use them to shame Harry into doing the opposite of whatever he’s currently doing.

Notable example: in year 3, when Harry expresses regret for letting Pettigrew get away and not letting Remus and Sirius kill him, Albus praises his decision and says it is one he believes James would have made as well.

It’s true that Albus doesn’t give Harry all the information he has about a subject at any given time, but he is very open with information that other adults in Harry’s life wouldn’t necessarily share with him, and doesn’t lie to him. (For example, can you imagine Molly Weasley saying anything about the Mirror of Erised besides “Stay away from it”?) Examples:

Year 1: he fully explains the dangers of the Mirror of Erised, and later explains Nicolas Flamel’s decision to die and the reason why Quirrell couldn’t touch Harry.

Year 2: he supports Harry when Harry is the school pariah, gives Harry information about Fawkes that later saves his life, and later sheds some light on Voldemort’s early history.

Year 3: He interacts least with Harry here, but still comes through in the end to infodump about Patroni, prophecies, and the concepts of compassion and mercy.

Year 4: Before this, Albus has typically defended Harry either from Voldemort or from low-level hostility from his classmates or teachers. GOF is the first time he has to publicly defend Harry’s reputation and physical person from governmental and international threats. He does so while still allowing Harry information on things others wouldn’t, such as the post-Halloween 1981 Death Eater trials, the current disappearances linked to Voldemort, and personal information about Ludo Bagman and Snape.

It’s also notable that along with Sirius, one of the first people Harry considers writing to at the beginning of the book when he has his scar-vision is Dumbledore.

Year 5: Hoo boy. Well. Not very much respect, presence, or info-sharing here until the big prophecy reveal at the end, but even as Albus completely changes his approach to Harry in this book, he still takes pains to defend him from both the Ministry during the DA debacle and Voldemort himself at the Ministry of Magic.

How is Albus the same?

Although he doesn’t express it the same way as any other adult, Albus definitely sees Harry as a child (albeit one burdened by ridiculous challenges), and this backfires on him at the times he chooses not to provide Harry with adequate information or protection because he wants to protect him.

Naturally, Albus’ age and prestige also keep Harry from sharing certain things with him that he might have shared with Sirius or his parents, like his love interests or his more minor academic woes.

Can I just write “year 5″ here? When Albus chooses to keep pertinent information from Harry and directs the other adults (and kids!) in his life to do the same, Harry rebels and gets into ever more dangerous situations culminating in Sirius’ death. It’s bad. It’s really bad.

Like pretty much everyone else in book 6, Albus dismisses Harry’s concerns about Draco—and although we know in hindsight that Albus took them completely seriously and already had counterplans for Draco’s actions, on the surface (and in Harry’s eyes) he was let down by someone who was meant to trust him and take his word for things.

The specter of Severus Snape also constantly stands between Harry and Albus, with Snape’s allegiance and reasoning being the one bit of information Albus does not share with Harry under any circumstances.

On the surface, it seems like Remus and Albus have more than enough flaws and make more than enough mistakes with Harry to not elevate them above the other major adults in Harry’s life... AND YET.

Even though Remus and Albus do both let Harry down at significant moments, he retains enough trust in them due to their past behavior and treatment of him to rely on them the way he relies on almost no one else.

#fireandgold #fireandgoldposts #Harry Potter #potter meta #Harry and trust #Harry and adults #people are going to take this as bashing lol but it's not that I dislike these characters #it's just pretty obvious who's closest to number 1 in Harry's heart following his parents and possibly Sirius #this took me 3 fucking hours to write holy shit

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