#cruciatus curse

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I thought you knew me better.

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 ~ 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟐𝐤

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐮𝐩 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝟒:𝟑𝟎 𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝

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It was late at night, and Sirius and the rest of the Marauders had gone out to attend a meeting for the Order of the Phoenix. He was gone most evenings, though he would usually return before you went to sleep.

You were laying in bed with a lamp on, writing a letter to a friend while you waited for Sirius to come home. It was already an hour past the time Sirius estimated he’d be home, and you were beginning to doze off. Your eyes began to close slowly, the quill falling out of  your hand as you drifted off to sleep.

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A crash from outside of your bedroom pulled you out of your deep sleep, causing you to sit up abruptly. You looked beside you, but the bed was still empty. 

“Sirius? Is that you?” You asked, standing up and heading towards your open bedroom door. The rummaging sounds stopped at the sound of your voice, and you peeked your head out of your room to check who was there.

Standing in your hallway was a young man dressed in all black robes, frozen in place. From his appearance, you could tell that he must’ve been no older than 18. His sleeves were rolled up, and there was a visible Dark Mark on his arm. Your face went pale at the sight, and your breathing picked up immediately. You stepped back, holding the door frame to steady yourself. Your mind was racing, and you couldn’t think of a viable solution on the spot.

The man pulled his wand out, pointing at you. “Don’t move!” He shouted, and his youthful voice confirmed that he must’ve been a new recruit to the Death Eaters.

You made a run into the bedroom, trying to get behind the bed before he could follow, but it was too late.

“Crucio!” He yelled, pointing his wand at you.

You collapsed to the ground in agony, rings of fiery torture flashing through your body. The pain was unbearable, searing bouts of pain wreaking havoc over your convulsing body. The man stood there, horrified at the scene in front of him. 

Just then, the front door swung open, and Sirius’ voice rang through the air. “Y/n?” Hearing your cries of agony, he dropped everything that was in his hands and rushed to the source of the sounds. He pulled his wand out, holding it out in front of him.

The young Death Eater turned to face Sirius, raising his own wand. Before he could cast anything, Sirius was able to act first. “Expelliarmus!” He shouted, causing the Death Eater’s wand to fly out of reach, hitting a wall and bouncing onto the floor. 

Giving him no time to react, Sirius casted another spell. “Incarcerous!” Multiple ropes shot out of the tip of his wand, binding the Death Eater so that he was unable to move. He fell to the floor, struggling in the ropes.

Sirius hurried into the bedroom, dropping to his knees in front of you. The stabbing sensation was beginning to fade, but you were still writhing in pain, curled up on your side.

Sirius had never felt so helpless: your screams were ringing through his mind, and he wished for nothing more than to be able to take the pain away from you. He would rather go through the curse a hundred times than watch you cry and suffer. He pulled you into his arms, cradling you as tears filled his eyes. He repeatedly apologised, holding your trembling body close.

As the pain finally ceased, you began to regain your senses back. Your ears were ringing, and your vision was blurry, but you were able to make out Sirius’ face above yours. You blinked slowly, exhaustion taking over your body.

“Y/n? Can you hear me?” He asked, his voice shaking.

After a moment, you nodded slowly. Tears were rolling down his face, and his eyes were full of guilt. 

You sat up cautiously, holding your side where there was still an aching sensation. He pulled you into a hug, holding the back of your head with his hand. “I’m here now. You’re safe.” He assured you, letting you release shaky sobs into his shoulder.

The panic returned, and you were wide awake again. “I couldn’t move, Sirius. It was excruciating. I’ve never felt such agony before.” You cried, hugging him tight as he rubbed your back. 

“What did he do to you?” He questioned, releasing you from his embrace and wiping your tears away with his thumb.

“He used the Cruciatus curse.” You replied, your voice almost a whisper.

An expression of both rage and sorrow flashed across his face. He shook his head, pulling you back into a hug. “I have to get you to St. Mungos. Do you think you can stand, sweetheart?” 

You let go of him, using his shoulder to attempt to push yourself up. After a few moments, you shook your head. The pain had taken a toll on your body, and you were too weak to stand on your own.

Sirius stood up, lifting you into his arms and carrying you bridal style out of your bedroom. The two of you were reminded of the presence of the Death Eater in your hallway when Alastor Moody walked through your front door. 

“Sirius. I didn’t think I’d be seeing you again tonight.” He spoke with his gruff tone of voice, striding over to the restrained man on the floor. 

“I’m taking Y/n to St. Mungos. Will you be taking care of this?” He asked, looking over at Moody.

“That’s what I’m here for. Crucio is a nasty one. Better be on your way.” He replied, taking his wand out.

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Once you were checked into a bed for the night, the nurse had given you a pain-relieving potion and instructed that you try to get some rest before leaving you for the night. 

Sirius sat at your bedside, holding your hand and rubbing the top of it with his thumb. You were exhausted, but you couldn’t seem to get yourself to sleep.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.” He spoke, his voice dripping with regret. I should’ve been home. I let this happen.” 

You shook your head, turning it to look at him. “Don’t blame yourself.”

“How can I not? This shouldn’t have happened. I should’ve come home when I said I would. It should’ve been me, not you.” 

“Please, don’t say that.” Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill. “I wouldn’t wish that pain on anyone. Especially not you.”

“I promise you, Y/n, I will never let anyone hurt you ever again.”

You offered him a weak smile, squeezing his hand. “You can go home, Sirius. No use suffering in that uncomfortable chair all night.”

“I’m not going to leave you. An uncomfortable chair is the least of my concerns. You should be sleeping by now. Close your eyes.” He pushed a strand of hair out of your face, cupping your cheek with his hand.

“I can’t. Every time I close my eyes…” Your throat tightened, making you unable to get the words out.

“Shh. It’s okay.” He stroked your hair, reassuring you. “How about I read you a book? I have your favourite in my bag.”

“You do?” You inquired.

“I always do. Just in case of emergencies.” He smiled, reaching into his bag and taking out the book.

“What kind of emergency requires my favourite book?”

“Clearly it was a good idea because it’s coming in handy right now.” He opened it to the first page, clearing his throat.

You smiled at him, turning onto your side to watch him read to you. The deeper he got into the story, the heavier your eyelids felt. Slowly but surely, his voice prodded you into a light but much needed sleep. 

“Goodnight, Y/n.” He spoke softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead before settling into his chair to try and get some sleep.

He quickly realized that getting any sleep would be impossible. The images and sounds of you screaming in pain were tormenting his mind, causing immense waves of guilt and shame to wash over him over and over again.

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The next day, you had been cleared to go home with the expectation that you would avoid any strenuous task and get plenty of rest. Sirius had been instructed to ensure that you drink the pain-relieving potions twice a day, and to keep an eye on you to make sure that you were doing alright, physically and mentally.

He took his job very seriously, staying by your side all day, even when you were asleep. By evening, he was looking rougher than you.

"Sirius, you need to rest too. You haven't slept at all. How about you take a nice hot shower and then come back to bed?" You asked, giving him a reassuring look.

"I don't want to leave you." He said, anxiety clearly shining through his voice.

"I'll be okay for a few minutes without you. You can even leave the bathroom door open if it makes you feel any better. Plus, you've casted numerous concealment charms on the house. It's nearly impossible for anyone to get in." You took his hand, squeezing it gently. "I'll be okay. Moody said it wasn't a targeted attack, so we don't have to worry about them coming back."

"I know." He sighed, nodding. "Alright. I'll hop in the shower, but I'll be quick, okay? No more than ten minutes. Call me if you need anything." He gave you a quick peck on the lips before nervously heading to the bathroom.

He undressed, starting the shower and getting in. He let the warm water run down his face, closing his eyes. Flashes of last night's events ran through his mind, causing him to struggle to keep his tears inside. He smoothed back his wet hair, putting his hands on the shower wall in front of him to ground himself.

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As promised, Sirius returned to bed with you in no longer than ten minutes. His eyes were clearly red, though he sat next to you as if nothing had happened.

"Sirius..." You spoke softly, taking his face in your hands.

He looked at you, tears filling his eyes once more. The expression on his face caused you to get choked up, so you pulled him into a tight hug.

"I can't get it out of my mind, Y/n. That feeling, that desperate, helpless feeling, it's plaguing my every thought." He said, his voice breaking. "And if I'm in this much anguish from just seeing you in that state, then imagining what you must've experienced is too much to bear. How are you able to remain so strong? After what you went through, the torture you endured, how are you so resilient?"

"Because I have you, Sirius. I feel at ease when you're around because I know of the lengths that you would go to protect me." You let go of him, putting your hands on his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Y/n, I'm being so selfish. This is about you, not me."

"You underwent trauma last night too. Please don't invalidate your own anxieties because you think that I had it worse. The important thing is that we are here for each other, and that I'm going to help you through this just as much as you're going to help me."

"Losing you is a fear that haunts my mind. That is why I'm so anxious about this situation. The world is a dangerous place right now, and seeing you get caught up in it was like seeing a nightmare come to life."

"I know. Every day that you're out there with the Order, I'm scared of losing you too."

"Don't you worry, darling. I'm not letting anyone get rid of me. I love you too damn much to leave so soon." He smiled softly, kissing your forehead.

"I love you too, Sirius."

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𝐚/𝐧: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 :,) 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: 𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐛 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭.

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Obfuscated

Tom Riddle x Reader

Read the second part here

Warnings: borderline stalking, ever so slightly suggestive toward the end, that's pretty much it (i think?)

Word Count: 1.5k+

Summary: Tom thinks you're far too pretty and perfect to not have any secrets.

Note - This is the first fanfic I've ever written, so be merciful please + the reader is written as a Ravenclaw, but you can imagine them as any house you please

Tom sauntered through the labyrinthine passageways of Hogwarts with a stride that exuded nothing less than confidence, his obsidian and emerald green robes billowing behind him like a regal banner. The susurrus of his peers’ opinions filled his ears as he walked by, the young ladies admiring his comely features and the young gentlemen sizing up his pompous attitude. Everyone knew he was quite a force to be reckoned with, including him. With his black, wavy hair and piercing dark eyes that seemed to hold the power to penetrate the depths of one's soul, he commanded attention wherever he went. But tonight, he could only be attentive to finding the new Ravenclaw transfer student, who he had a sinking feeling was beginning to become a cause for concern. 

He had been watching you ever since you arrived at the school. Your beauty was undeniable, but it was your sharp wit and intelligence that really intrigued him. He had watched you closely in class, noticing how you seemed to effortlessly outshine your peers, including himself at times. You were always answering questions and getting them right, constantly impressing the professors with your work, and easily making friends – rarely struggling in, well, anything. 

Tom was an expert in the art of perfection, and you were all too perfect for him to not be suspicious of you. Your aloofness only added to your allure, and he couldn’t help being drawn to you like a moth to a flame. However, being a Slytherin, he knew all too well the importance of upholding his reputation. He didn’t take kindly to anyone who threatened his position, especially not a fresh-faced witch who had yet to earn her stripes. 

Finally, after enduring five grueling months of practically stalking you, he stumbled upon something truly unexpected during his tedious prefect duty. While performing a routine inspection of the hallways, peculiar crackling noises caught his ear, emanating from a nearby storage closet. Luck was on his side as the door was partially ajar, granting him a glimpse of your illicit activity. He watched in amusement as you repeatedly cast the unforgivable Cruciatus Curse. 

Tom knew that he had to act quickly before anyone else found out about your actions just to make your future punishment extra hellish for you. He slipped away from the closet without making a sound, deep in thought. He understood he had to tread carefully, but he was determined to use this new knowledge to his advantage.

Perhaps he may have underestimated your potential, but he was a Slytherin, and he knew how to play the game.

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As Tom sat in his classes, his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of how to confront you. He knew that he had to be cautious not to arouse suspicion, but he was determined to get to the bottom of the matter. Thanks to his constant surveillance of you, he learned that you always spent Wednesday nights at the astronomy tower, with special permission from the professor. This presented an opportunity for him to confront you privately without any interference.

Night fell, and Riddle made his way to the other side of the castle where the astronomy tower was, ensuring that no one saw him enter. He ascended up the astronomy tower, his steps were silent as he navigated the twisting staircases of Hogwarts. Upon reaching the summit, he saw you standing at the railing behind a large telescope, gazing out at the twinkling stars above. A sly smile spread across his lips as he cleared his throat, announcing his presence. “Good evening, Y/N. I hope I’m not disturbing you.” He couldn’t help but to flash a charming smile. After practising for so long, it came naturally, and he assumed it would win over your favour (as it does for everyone else). “I couldn’t resist the temptation of a starry night.”

You looked up at him through your thick lashes with a polite smile just enough to show acknowledgment, but you didn’t respond. Tom took a few steps to close some of the space between the two of you, eyes still fixed on you. “I wanted to discuss the potions assignment we were paired up on. I thought we could review the details together and make sure we’re both on the same page.” You turned back to the telescope with an annoyingly gorgeous unreadable expression. “I already finished the assignment, Tom. But if you’re struggling, I’d be happy to help.”

Tom felt his eyebrows knit together. You were already getting on his nerves.

“No, I’m not struggling. I just thought it would be good to compare notes and make sure we both did everything correctly.”

“Sure,” you replied plainly, giving nothing away. You hand him your papers, and he scarcely glances over them; he already knows your work is correct, and after all, this mundane assignment was merely an excuse to speak to you.

He cleared his throat again, trying to keep his voice casual. “I must admit, Y/N, I’m very impressed by your work. You seem to have quite the knack for potions.” You shrugged nonchalantly, still focusing on the stars through the telescope. “It’s just something I enjoy. It comes naturally to me.”

Tom continued, “I’m curious, Y/N,” “If you don’t mind me asking, what brings you to Hogwarts? Surely a young witch of your...talents...has many opportunities elsewhere?”

“I suppose,” you respond coolly, voice laced with ice. “But there is something special about Hogwarts, don’t you think? A certain...magic.” 

Tom’s suspicion only grew. “Well, it’s good to see that Ravenclaw has a promising new student,” he said smoothly, masking his suspicion. “Thanks.” You replied bluntly.

He waited for you to continue the conversation, but realised he was getting nowhere he wanted. He threw aside his original plan to approach you with caution and dropped the façade to expose the real reason he was talking to you.

Tom’s expression darkened, and he stared at you for a long and uncomfortable moment before finally speaking. “I saw you practising the Cruciatus curse last night, Y/N.” 

As he patiently waited to gauge your response, you only remained fixated on the task of making small adjustments to the telescope, leaving him puzzled by your lack of reaction. He had been right to keep a close eye on you. “I know it’s illegal to use the Unforgivable Curses outside of Auror training,” he continued, his voice low with a hint of danger. “What were you planning to do with it?” 

Slowly, you shifted to meet his gaze, your face a blank canvas of emotions. "Tom, I fail to see how it’s any of your business?” Tom felt his anger simmering just beneath the surface. He had always prided himself on being in control of his emotions, but you were testing his patience. “It is my business if you’re planning to cause harm to someone at this school. I won’t let that happen.”

You raised an eyebrow, unfazed by his threat. “And what makes you think I would use it for harm?”

“Isn’t that the only reason to use the Cruciatus Curse?” Tom spat back.

“Maybe that’s what you think, but I see the Cruciatus Curse as a tool, and like any tool, it can be used for both good and bad. It’s all about the intention behind it.”, you replied. “I believe that it’s important to have a full understanding of all forms of magic, even the dark ones. It’s only by understanding them that we can learn how to defend ourselves against them, wouldn’t you agree?” 

Unbeknownst to him, all the watching he did over you made you become aware of his presence and allowed you to see a little show of your own. “Besides, you’re not the only one to have seen questionable behaviour. Aren’t I right, Mr. Parseltongue?” 

Tom’s eyes narrowed at the mention of his Parseltongue ability. It was something he had always kept secret, something that made him feel both powerful and isolated. He didn’t appreciate you bringing it up, especially not in this context. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said through gritted teeth. 

This time you stepped closer to him, your scent intoxicating him. “Oh, don’t be so dismissive, Tom. I know about your special gift. It’s not every day that one encounters a Parseltongue.” 

His unwavering gaze bore into you, his face set in a rigid expression as he remained silent.

“Very well, Tom. But be warned, not everything is as it seems. You may find the knowledge you seek, but you may not like what you discover,” you say before turning on your heel and walking back to your common room for the night, leaving him to expend in his frustration.

Never before had anyone dared to speak to the young man who rules over Hogwarts with an iron fist in such a manner. With a venomous glint in his eye, he vowed to himself that it would be the first and last time that such insolence would be tolerated. He’ll make sure you learn the hard way that there were consequences for crossing him, and he relished the thought of watching you regret your words.

#i dont like toms name #i think it should be something cooler #like abbysus or smthn #tom riddle #voldemort #lord voldemort #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle x you #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n #ravenclaw #slytherin #ravenclaw reader #parseltongue #cruciatus curse #tom is manipulative #as usual #x reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter

[youdrewstarsxaroundmyscars]

ok i don't know who needs to hear this but guys please

"crucio" is the incantation "cruciatus" is the name of the spell

"imperio" is the incantation "imperius" is the name of the spell

please please please i beg of y'all use this correctly it hurts my brain so bad when i'm reading fics and it's the wrong format 😭😭

#AM I WRONG??? #guys please #i need y'all to understand 😭😭😭 #marauders #marauders era #fanfic #marauders fandom #the maruaders #marauders fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #wolfstar #jegulus #drarry #HARRY POTTER WRITERS #fanfiction #hp fandom #harry potter fic #writing #cruciatus curse #imperius curse #i KNOW it's not that big of a deal but some people may genuinely just not know

[oxfordelise]

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Pain

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Draco gets summoned.

Song of the Chapter: Game of Survival by Ruelle

#dramione #oxfordelise #draco malfoy #harry potter #hermione granger #fanfiction #betterthanrevenge #dramione fanfiction #hbp #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #severus snape #snape #summons #voldemort #lord voldemort #dark lord #bellatrix lestrange #Death Eaters #Cruciatus Curse #tw torture #Long Chapter #Chapter update #ao3 writer #my fics #ao3 fanfic #lucius malfoy #Fuck Lucius #narcissa malfoy #daddy issues

[wiverly]

#harry potter #hogwarts legacy #game #video games #demiguise #gladwin moon #unforgivable curses #cruciatus curse #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #anne sallow #incorrect quotes #meme #vines #crack #a bit of spoilers for those who haven't played the video game yet #yes they gave me HL for my birthday #sorry for my bad english

[weirdraccoon]

Omg writers block sucks! I currently have that rn too and I want to write a HL fix so badly but idek where to begin so I’ve just been sending requests.

Was just wondering if you could do Fig’s reaction to MC getting beaten up in front of Fig, maybe like tortured with crucio too. Fig is being held back and enchanted and can’t fight back or help MC and he has to sit there and watch his surrogate daughter (Gryffindor girl if u wouldn’t mind) getting beaten to a bloody pulp and then cruciod. Reaction during and then like after? U don’t have to write how they would get out of that situation ship, just like what would be Fig’s reaction to MC during the torture/beating and then what would he do after it?

I’m just imagining Fig crying and holding a very bloody MC close to his chest.

Sorry if that’s a lot, I’m currently hyperfixated on HL

sorry for the wait! Yesterday I wasn't feeling up to writing but today I did it!

One short one-shot about MC being tortured in front of Fig.

Consider that the warning, no happy ending, or anything like that. Just a little bit of angst. Enjoy!

They should’ve left sooner.

He should’ve sent George on a wild goose chase.

George should’ve made sure he wasn’t being followed.

He should’ve tossed that box out of the carriage and let it be lost in the world.

But he didn’t.

He let his curiosity get the better of him, allowing Miss Seabaugh to open it once she mentioned she saw the magic surrounding it.

Maybe if she hadn’t opened it.

Or if she hadn’t mentioned the magic…

So many ‘ifs’, so many regrets, and so much at stake.

He was supposed to be her guardian and he failed from the get-go. It was a simple task really: pick the new girl up from the orphanage, take her to Hogwarts, and teach her the basic and general information there was about the Wizarding World.

They didn’t make it to Hogwarts.

“Emilia,” he called in a frantic whisper from his cage. “Emilia, please listen. You’re under a spell. A very dark and very dangerous spell. But you can fight it. I believe in you. I know you will break through it-”

“She can’t hear you,” Victor Rookwood sing-songed from behind the cage. “She can’t hear anything but me,” he grinned shark-like. “But you can, dear Professor, and I know I told you to not speak to her unless you wanted to face the consequences,” he walked around the cage, not unlike a predator, eyeing the young girl sitting quietly on the bench he conjured for her.

“Just let her go!” Fig exclaimed. “You have what you wanted. She doesn’t know a thing about that key more than you or I do. She’s just a kid!”

Victor tsked and crouched in front of Fig’s cage, facing him. Fig wished he could blast his face off, but he had taken his wand and there were wards in his cage to keep him from using magic.

“She might not know more,” Victor smirked. “But she has skills we both can only dream to have. Or tell me, didn’t you ever wonder what would it be like to see magic? To mold it yourself instead of just using its power? Dear Professor Fig, that girl is more powerful than you and I together. And she is the key to her power. So, I ask you again, refrain from talking to her and I might be kind enough to let you go.”

Fig only glared. Victor shook his head. He sighed dramatically.

“You asked for it,” he mumbled, and in a swift motion, he aimed his wand at the girl and muttered, “crucio!”

Her screams were the worst thing Fig had ever heard.

“Stop it!” Fig cried.

Emilia’s cries were deafening and heartwrenching. A girl with no previous knowledge of magic at the end of the worst curse wizardkind could have created. A girl trapped under the imperius was suddenly ripped out of that peaceful mindset to be thrown into pure torture.

“Stop it!” Fig begged.

Victor cut the curse.

Emilia whimpered and lifted her head from the ground where she had fallen under the curse. Eleazar was able to glimpse into clear brown eyes full of terror before a green mist covered them and her expression settled down once again.

Rookwood cleared his throat.

“So, that was just a warning,” he said offhandedly. 

Emilia rose to her feet only to sit back down on her bench, silent and obedient as she was forced to be.

Fig’s heart broke.

“I’ll get you out of here,” he vowed, ignoring the tears running down his face, “even if it’s the last thing I do.”

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #eleazar fig #cruciatus curse #imperius curse #unforgivable curses

[whumpitlikeyoumeanit]

The idea that Harry Potter could no-sell a Cruciatus Curse from Voldemort is BS.

#not just any cruciatus #not one by someone who didn't really want to be torturing #like i'd give it him if he was resisting a cruciatus from draco done under duress #but from the main psychopath himself #it's literally fuelled by pure hatred #and voldemort is a really experienced torturer #harry potter headcanon #not a prompt whumpitlikeyoumeanit #cruciatus curse

[stabby-apologist]

But don't catch feelings because there's no romance option in Hogwarts Legacy.

The way he looks at MC is fanfic fuel alone!

#how cruel #hubba hubba #sebastian sallow #harry potter #post #personal post #so personal #stabby plays hogwarts legacy ✨️ #holy moly #cruciatus curse #the undercroft

[snamioneasks]

Hi! I read A LOT of HP fanfic, mostly the Snape/Hermione ship, and mostly epic length. There are three l've been trying to find FOREVER and having no luck. I'm hoping you may have some ideas. For reference, these are all SS/HG. TIA.

The first is one where Hermione helps Dumbledore brew a potion needed for Lupin after he was attacked by death eaters, because the potion requires the female part be brewed by a virgin. Then Hermione becomes a maiden brewer until Voldy finds out and loses her virginity to Snape out of both love and necessity for her safety.

The second...and this one has been driving me crazy...is Hermione is trying to develop a treatment for cruciatus that partly involves the victim being placed in cold water. Sounds crazy, but it was a good read.

Lastly, Hermione and Snape are getting closer when a potion explodes (one female student sabotages another female student's potion over jealousy about a boy) and Hermione is seriously injured and Snape spearheads her care. Her parents are dead (killed by death eaters, if | remember) and come to her when she's near death from the accident.

Have a great day and thanks again for any potential

Epic-length Snape fics used to be my fave, so I should know these.

I'm 99% sure that the second one is:

Looking for Magic by Hypnobarb - M, abandoned, 115 chapters - Severus Snape and Hermione Granger deal with traumas past and present and find they have more in common than they realize as they prepare for the ultimate confrontation with Voldemort. SSHG pairing. Not HBP compliant. This is a novel length story.

Not sure about the first or third one right off. But! Do you mind resending them in separate asks? That way when we find them we can tag them appropriately.

#Author: Hypnobarb #Cruciatus Curse

[dramioneasks]

Dramione fanfic, about long-term side effects, curses Cruciatus, Hermione suffers from these side effects but doesn't tell anyone about it, she goes back to Hogwarts alone without Ron and Harry, but Draco knows, about her symptoms, he had a similar problem's himself, and in spite of their differences, he helps Hermione, deal with demons past, he is grateful to her for standing up for him at his trial, not allowing him to end up in Azkaban.

Anyone?

#anonymous #unresolved fic search #illness [hermione] #year 8 #cruciatus curse #curses and spells #illness [draco] #hurt and comfort #healing

[fandomfrenzy97]

Ignorance Isn’t Bliss

A Hogwarts Legacy Fanfiction

Some time ago, MC and her friends, Sebastian and Ominis investigated a hidden passage within the castle, leading to solving a series of puzzles that would result in the discovery of one of Salazar Slytherin’s darkest secrets, however casting the Cruciatus Curse was required to gain access. Poor Ominis couldn’t bear to cast that curse again, especially after what happened between him and his Pureblood-obsessed family, so it was up to Sebastian and MC to make the difficult choice. After meeting Anne in Feldcroft just a few weeks prior, witnessing firsthand just how much pain she’d endured, MC wanted to spare Sebastian the burden of even temporarily stepping into his own sister’s shoes, so MC bravely decided firstly learn the curse, purely for self-defence, before being the one to personally suffer from it’s excruciating side effects.

Once the Cruciatus Curse was cast, the pain MC felt was beyond unbearable…indeed it was like being pierced by numerous white-hot knives, but in the end, it didn’t really matter because Sebastian was safe and the mystery behind Noctua Gaunt’s (Ominis’ Aunt) disappearance had been solved…the only person MC desired genuine gratitude from was Sebastian himself, but he didn’t even utter a word, even after all they’d been through together, so it was going to sting even more when his “ungratefulness” would reach the next level.

On one of their next adventure together, MC and Sebastian travelled to a Goblin Mine not too far away from Hogwarts to start completing the blank canvas of a Triptych they discovered in the Undercroft the same day they visited Feldcroft together. After battling a combination of Goblins and Spiders together, you’d think they’d make quite the dream team, with mutual unconditional trust between them…apparently not…it seemed that after everything they’d been through, including battling a fucking Troll in Hogsmeade almost singlehanded, seeing Anne (and Solomon) in Feldcroft and even taking big risks sneaking into the Restricted Section of the Library, trust clearly meant a much bigger deal to Sebastian than MC realised.

Despite constantly being expected to be the saviour that the Wizarding World unknowingly desperately needed, MC never thought twice when it came to seeking allies in the most unexpected place, including Lodgok, a friendly Goblin who wanted nothing more than to see Ranrok defeated, so when MC openly told Sebastian about him once they returned to the Undercroft, he began to grow increasingly angry…he even called MC “ignorant”, clearly believing that MC couldn’t give two shits about Anne and what she’d been through, before he dared to walk away…MC, feeling offended and outraged, decided to retaliate. “Don’t you DARE walk away from me, you ungrateful piece of shit!” MC’s wand was pointed in his direction. “Accio!” Sebastian’s yell echoed through the empty room, as his entire body was forcefully summoned. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” He shouted. “Teaching you a lesson, that’s what! You clearly don’t understand the fact that EVERYTHING I have done so far or ever will do hasn’t been just for you or your sister, but for ALL of us, making sure that our lives don’t go to hell because of Ranrok and Rookwood. So yes, of course I have clung on to EVERY word you’ve said about Goblins cursing Anne, but Lodgok isn’t one of them, so unless I’m convinced otherwise, I will continue to trust that what we’re doing will create a better future for both wizardkind and goblinkind, so don’t you DARE say that I don’t care because clearly you know NOTHING!! So, for once, why don’t you grow up and send me an owl when you’re ready to actually start trusting me…until then, stay away from me.” “Or what?” He replied with a smirk, both of his arms crossed. “I’ll show you what REAL pain looks like.” “Go ahead…Do your worst.” His eyebrows raised. “You asked for it, Sallow.” MC replied coldly. “Crucio!” Sebastian then fell onto his knees, one hand on his torso, the other touching the floor, while he screamed as the excruciating side effects of the curse coursed through his body. MC turned and began to walk away as Sebastian’s screams continued to echo, until it finally began to fade…the only sound that could eventually be heard was his heavy breathing. “I think you’ll find that YOU’RE the ignorant one, Sallow. Ignorance isn’t bliss…keep that in mind and next time, you’d think twice before you EVER mess with me again.”

#hogwarts legacy #fanfiction #inspiration #ignorance isn’t bliss #sebastian sallow #my characters #salazar slytherin #secret scriptorium #cruciatus curse #payback #don’t mess with a slytherin scorned

[avawardell]

Sirius Post Prank Headcanons

Sirius was one of those typical aristicratical people who got punished for biting or picking at their nails. So, he was one of those people with extrememly long nails and they always stayed that way. After the prank, he started biting them becuse his nails were so weak ( from not eating- also a punishment his mother came up with that he thought he deserved ) that it hurt to pick or bite them. And boy, did he think he needed to be back under the sharp gaze of his mother again, holding him under the crutiatus. He also begged Regulus to crucio him and Regulus got mad at him for presuming he would, not knowing Sirius had no one else.

#post prank #sirius black angst #Sirius Black #the prank #cruciatus curse

[cicidarkarts]

Blood Defied - 8: Slytherin's Scriptorium

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Sebastian was about as subtle as an enraged graphorn.

"So," he said to Ominis at the dinner table. "Can you help me get into the Scriptorium this weekend?" "If you keep asking me that, I'm going to push you down the grand staircase." "Oh, c'mon, Ominis! Aren't you at least a little curious?" "No."

Credence read a novella while sitting between them, and had a great urge to huddle down upon the table to escape the argument over her head.

"But you're the only one in this whole school who knows how to get in. Don't you want to help Anne?" "Of course I want to help Anne, but you can't just guilt trip me into this mess." "But—" "I said no, Sebastian," Ominis spat. 

He shot up from his seat, snatched his plate, and strode away. Sebastian sighed and put his head in his arms.

"He just won't do it," he grumbled against the table. "Been talking to a damn brick wall." "I didn't think he'd go for it," said Credence. "Valuable insight," said Sebastian, looking at her from over his arm. "Anything else you'd like to add? Maybe an 'I told you so'?" "Did I forget to say that? Sorry, here." She dramatically cleared her throat. "Told ya so."

Sebastian groaned and stuffed his face in his arms. Credence had to admit that she was also tired of Sebastian constantly jabbering about the Scriptorium. Collecting her plate, she headed off after Ominis. She found him walking down the grand staircase toward his common room. 

"Hey, stranger," she said. "Mind if I join you?" "Depends: is that muckspout coming, too?" She looked over her shoulder. "Uhh, nope, looks like he gave up." "Hardly. He'll be back."

She went with him to the Slytherin common room, which was empty given the time. They sat on the lush, spacious couch in front of the unlit fireplace. Ominis aimed his wand at it and fired a non-verbal Incendio that made the fire roar to life. It helped to combat the chill of the dungeon air. The view of the green brackish lake that covered their tall windows and doused the room in stunning emerald was well worth the added chill that it brought. She sat close to Ominis' warmth.

They continued to eat. Ominis finished first and set his dish on the end table. He wrapped his arm around her waist and snuggled in.

"This is a beautiful common room," she said. "I love the view of the lake." "Yes, I've heard it's grand. Sebastian, Anne, and I used to have a lot of fun teasing freshmen about the idea of mermaids showing up to the windows. You wouldn't believe how many people took my word for it when I said I saw them." "So you're a liar." He chuckled. "I guess you can think of it like that, but I was just going along with the joke. Anne was the one to start it. She's the liar." "Speaking of Anne, what's with the whole Scriptorium thing anyway? Sebastian is losing his mind over it like it's going to help her." Ominis gave her one of the greatest eye rolls she'd ever witnessed. "It's a place that Slytherin apparently built. Who knows why. The absolute menace just couldn't give up the dark arts and blood supremacy and went scheming about it in secret, I imagine. Sebastian is insisting there's some kind of spell book in there. I think it's just a death trap." Credence pressed a little more, undoubtably curious from Sebastian's obsession. "You don't know anything about the spell book?" "Not really. Shocking, I know. But no one else in my family does, either. I'm sure if they did, they would be clambering over one another trying to get it. Marvolo said he tried to get into the Scriptorium a few years ago, but the stupid arsehole couldn't figure it out." "Ain't that something? I'm sure Slytherin designed it for his descendants to get in." "I'll bet he wasn't counting on the mental decline generations of screwing your cousins would do." Credence choked on her last bite. "Sorry," he said, snickering. She wiped her lips and swallowed her mouthful. "You're trying to murder me." "And I keep failing. I'm just as stupid as my brother." She smirked. "Am I allowed to make an inbred joke?" His playful grin wriggled threateningly upon his lips as he tried to keep a straight face. "No. And 'inbred' is our word. The correct term is genetically impaired." "Oh, sorry!" She said, laughing. "I'll keep that in mind. That's a pretty good one." "I can't take credit. My Aunt Noctua coined that term. Initially, it was because I was feeling down about being—ahem—the way that I am. But it became an in-joke." "Well, I think it's very clever. See? Cousin love didn't make all of you stupid." "Aunt Noctua was indeed an extremely intelligent woman." "Was?" She placed her hand on his leg, frowning. "I don't like the sound of that." "Unfortunately. She was quite the scholar, an incredible cellist and artist, and sadly obsessed with discovering everything about Slytherin. She thought there had to be more to Slytherin and our lineage than dark arts, and was fascinated by the Scriptorium and spell book. Wishful thinking. She was grasping at straws to try and stop our family from being blood supremacist ideologues. Her heart was in the right place, skewed and unlikely as her beliefs were. She kept a correspondence with my father about her repeated attempts to gain entry, and disappeared soon after. That was nearly a decade ago now. I miss her very much." "I'm sorry, Ominis. She must've been a great witch for you to speak so highly of her." "Oh, she was. She was the only one besides me who saw that using the dark arts and torturing people is wrong. She loved children and raised me more than my own mother did. I think Mum was jealous that I preferred Aunt Noctua to her." "Hard to blame you. Your mother is a bitch." Ominis burst out laughing and held her tighter. "Well, you're not wrong!"

She grinned. Hearing him laugh lightened her chest from their heavy subject. But she tried to continue their conversation, curious about Aunt Noctua.

"Do you think Aunt Noctua got into the Scriptorium and that's why you haven't heard from her?" "I do, though I can't prove it. She was certainly intelligent and unrelenting enough to do so. But I have no idea why she disappeared. I think she's dead, but I can't be sure. Just a feeling." "I hope not. But to have her not contact you? Even if she ran off, I don't think she would've stopped speaking with you. She really seemed to love you. I don't know, I have a bad feeling, too. I just hope we're both wrong." "As do I." His hand caressed her waist as he squeezed her tight. "Hmm…" "What's 'hmm…'?" "You're making me think. I don't like that." They shared a brief giggle before he continued. "You're making me think that maybe I should help Sebastian. I mean, Aunt Noctua could be in there, or at least there could be clues to where she's gone. And I don't like thinking I'm going to help him in this." She leaned her head against his shoulder. "I'll support whatever you want to do. If you don't want to get into the Scriptorium, you shouldn't feel forced to." "Thank you, Cree. I appreciate you not pressuring me." "I could never. But if you do decide to help Sebastian, I'll be there with you every step of the way." "Woah, woah," he said, pulling back a bit. "Who says you'd be coming?" "I just thought—" "Well, you thought wrong. It's too dangerous. I can't let you." "Unless you plan on tying me up, I'll be going with you. I'm sure it's dangerous, that's why I can't let two dumbasses go in there by themselves." "Hey! I hope you're referring to Sebastian and yourself, Miss Dumbest Ravenclaw." "I'll happily be the third dumbass to join you guys. Three brain cells are better than two, as the saying goes." "It most certainly does not." He sighed, gripping her hand that still rested upon his leg. "Look. I don't want you to get hurt when I— if I help Sebastian get into the Scriptorium. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself for that." "And there's no way I'd forgive myself if you got hurt, Ominis. I want to be there for you." "Good Lord, darling, you're as stubborn as—" "You." "... Fair point."

She leaned into him, resting her face against his chest. He wrapped her up in his arms. For a while, they sat in silence, caressing one another and pondering their next move as the fire crackled and waves rolled against the windows. 

"Okay," he said softly. "I'm going to talk with Sebastian about this. I suppose I'll have no choice but to let you come, too. But I won't like it." "That's fine with me."

Just a few days later when the weekend began, Ominis, Sebastian, and Credence found themselves standing before a blank wall in the depths of the dungeon. 

"This is where the Scriptorium entrance supposedly lies," said Ominis. “I don’t know much about how to get in.” “I read about this in that book,” Sebastian said. "It said Slytherin was a fan of puzzles. He believed that his descendants should and would be smart enough to figure out the puzzles to gain entry. I'm sure there's one here somewhere, too."

Sebastian waved his wand and free hand in opposite directions, casting a non-verbal Revelio in the area. He peered around the dungeons, eyes squinting at anything hidden. 

It became quite clear why Marvolo struggled to find the secret entrance. Even with Revelio, it was difficult to locate all the sconces that needed lighting, but it seemed their trio was the perfect fit. Three sconces were hidden around the dungeons in various places, all ousted as Slytherin's by the classic snake symbol etched into them. Whether or not there was a spell to light them all at once didn't matter.

Credence took one, while the boys took the others. Ominis had the one closest to the supposed entrance. Only moments after she lit her sconce, the flame turned emerald and the snake inscription writhed its rattling tail. The stones on the previously blank wall split apart, revealing an inset door.

"Are we all sure about this?" Ominis asked, a deep frown creasing his pallid face.  "I am," said Sebastian. "Cree?" "I think so."

Ominis sighed. He opened the door and led the way. Inside was a staircase that spiraled down, down, down—so deep it seemed impossible. Even with Lumos, the inky blackness threatened to overtake. A frigidity hung in the air, leaving some parts of the walls slick with thin ice. Her foot slid, sending her forward as her hands flailed for something to grasp. Her wand went flying, clacking down the stairs. Sebastian grabbed her under the arms and steadied her. 

"Please be careful, darling," said Ominis. "I don't want you getting hurt." "Sorry. Thanks, Sebastian." "First day with your new legs?" asked Sebastian "Haha, good one, Dad."

She had to stick close to Sebastian for his Lumos until they found her wand. It rested at the bottom of the stairs. Beside them, at the bottom of the stairs, torches burst to life with jade flames. Before them loomed a tall stone slab. A rock snake lay frozen in the middle as if it had once been slithering in a circle. Ominis put a hand to his head, eyes wincing.

“Are you okay?” Sebastian asked. “It’s… I can hear it piercing my ears. It’s parseltongue.” “Parseltongue?” said Sebastian, eyes lighting up. “So you are a Parselmouth! I knew it!” “Don’t remind me.” Credence squeezed his shoulders. “What’s it saying?” “‘Only descendants of Salazar Slytherin may open me.’” He took a deep breath, shoulders slumping in defeat. “Okay… Here goes nothing.”

The hissing sound of serpens slithered past his lips. Credence caught Sebastian out of the corner of her eye rubbing his arms as though overcome by a strong chill. Its familiarity didn't hit her as hard this time, though goosebumps crept along her flesh. The snake upon the door slid along the lock mechanism, and the door scraped open.

Blackness awaited them inside. Credence stuck by Ominis, the eerie and oppressive darkness writhing under her skin. Ominis took her hand in his, though she couldn't say whether it was to quell her fears or his own judging by his slick and sweaty palm. With Lumos held high, Credence tried to peer about the pitch black. They followed Ominis' lead as they traversed a maze of sorts, tunnels weaving, almost seeming to move on their own to keep walls in front of their faces. Without Ominis' wand, Credence was sure they would've kept running into the neverending walls.

After what felt like ages wandering in silence, the tiny corridor opened up. Though it somehow weighed heavier on Credence's legs. Seeing all the black above them left her wondering just how deep they'd gone, and what could possibly be above them.

"Let's split up," said Sebastian. "Try to cover more ground."

Ominis gripped her hand tighter, their sweat mingling. But he slowly released her and they set off in different directions. Their lights illuminated enough that they could still see each other, and Ominis kept pointing his wand toward Credence as if checking on her.

On her side of the room, a stone snake rested upon its woven coils, nestled in a crevice of stone. When she drew near enough, it lifted its head to observe her. Her heart pounded, and she had no chance to call out to the boys. As soon as the snake flicked its tongue, it hissed harshly, stealing her courage and her voice. Her heavy legs stepped away from the serpent but its fury couldn't be assuaged. It reared back and opened its mouth wide to reveal sharp protruding fangs. In a blur, it flew off its pedestal, and Credence blocked the flying serpent with her arm. It stabbed its stone fangs into her flesh. A scream built up in her throat and she tried to swallow it down, but her shrill cry erupted into the echoing room. Stumbling, she fell over her feet as the snake returned to its alcove.

"Are you all right!?" Ominis called, rushing over to her.  "Y-yeah, I think so." "Let me see it."

He took her left wrist in his trembling hand and trailed his wand over her wound. Blood dribbled down her arm but the puncture wounds weren't too deep. Ominis released his pent up breath.

"It doesn't seem to be too bad. No venom, either," he said. "My wand isn't picking any up, at least." He snagged part of his shirt in his teeth and ripped the silken fabric to tie it around her wound. “I’m okay, Ominis. You don’t have to do that.” “They're just clothes,” he said. He turned to the statue, sneering as he pointed his wand at it. “And I’ll gladly destroy this bloody thing, t—"

He stopped as the snake hissed once more. But it wasn't spitting fury. Instead, it spoke serpens.

"What's it saying?" asked Sebastian. "I… I don't wish to say." "Ominis," urged Sebastian, "it might be important." Ominis sighed. "It says, 'No m—… mudbloods shall defile this place.’" It continued hissing.  "'I open only for my Heirs.'” "Heirs?" questioned Credence.  "It must mean Slytherin's descendants," said Sebastian.

Ominis crept closer to the statue and spoke once again his snake language. Its forked tongue flicked at him, then the serpent rested its head against its coils. The room gave a violent jerk before a door behind the snake scraped along the stone floor. Ever more darkness awaited them inside. The trio froze, if only for a moment. 

"C'mon," insisted Sebastian. "Let's keep moving."

Despite the snake's warning, nothing happened to Credence when she entered the room—perhaps Slytherin didn’t think one of his descendants would let a Muggle-born in. Whatever the case, she breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn't been set ablaze or something equally as insane. 

"I'm really sorry, Cree," said Ominis. "I didn't want to say that word. I don't like it." She caressed his shoulder. "It's fine. Don't even worry about it." "Okay…"

They searched around this new room, which Lumos barely illuminated. Darkness crept up as close as possible to their lights, as if shadowy fingers wished to snuff them out.

"I found something!" called Sebastian, his voice echoing from across the room. Steps clattered up to her and Ominis before his light came into view. "It's a note of some kind. It says, 'It seems Slytherin wanted only purebloods to enter this place. I shudder to think what could've happened to Destine if I'd brought her here—'" "Destine?" Ominis reiterated. "That was the name of my Aunt Noctua's best friend. This must have been written by her." "'But I've made it this far and I can't go back now. Brother, if you ever get to read this, just know that being Slytherin's Heir can get you into his Scriptorium, and soon its contents won't be left a mystery.'" "She was trying to write another correspondence to my father," said Ominis. "So she did make it into here after all. But where did she go?" "We can only find out if we keep moving," said Sebastian. "Just like Aunt Noctua said: we can't go back now." "Shh," Ominis shushed. "Wait. I hear something. Parseltongue."

The noise was so faint that Credence couldn't hear it. As Ominis listened, he cupped his hands around his ears.

"I can barely hear it," he whispered. "It sounds like… numbers."

Ominis repeated the numbers aloud. Credence knelt on the ground and scribed them into the dust of the floor. When Ominis stopped his list, she said,

"That's Arithmancy. I’ve been studying this as part of my major. Let's see. If this sequence is correct, it would roughly translate to sunlight, or even ashwinders if I take these last couple of numbers off, which makes the final sequence into fire. That makes sense—ashwinders and fire are analogous. Hmm…" "Damn," said Sebastian. "I should've taken that elective." "Stop changing your major and maybe you would've," said Ominis. "You're right, but you didn't have to come for me like that." "Sebastian," said Credence. "You're better at offensive spells than me. Can you cast a fireball at the ceiling after we Nox our lights? I'm thinking right about—" She observed the numbers and correlated them to the proper position. "—there." "You got it."

They used Nox and the darkness engulfed them for a moment. Fire erupted from Sebastian’s wand and climbed into the air. It stuck itself firmly to the high ceiling. At first, the ceiling was plain and full of smooth stone, but then a large stone snake formed out of the faint cracks. Its tail tip laid where the fire burned. It curled around toward the fire, its tongue flickering, its figure flush against the ceiling. It opened its mouth wide and bit down upon the fireball. The dimmed light illuminated through the serpent's skull and scales.

"The ouroboros?" questioned Sebastian. "The alchemical symbol of rebirth," confirmed Credence, mouth agape by such a spectacular feat of magic. "I suppose Slytherin thought that best represented his supremacist ideals," said Ominis. "An endless cycle to never be broken."

Another jolt shook the room as a door at the far side scraped open. 

"That may be true," said Sebastian. "But now I'm even more curious what's in his spell book. Let's go."

She and Sebastian used Lumos and Ominis lifted his wand. They headed into the new room, a far cry from the much larger cavernous room prior. Its narrow hall tightened on them, its ceiling low and walls tyrannous. The door slammed shut. Credence tried to reopen it.

"It won't budge," she said.  "What're we going to do now?" asked Ominis. She turned toward him to speak, but the sight of old, musty bones in the corner caught her eye. "Oh no…" Ominis' voice gave a slight tremble. "What is it?" "Remains," said Sebastian. He stooped down and picked up a dusty sheet of paper that laid just a few feet from the skeleton. "This note says 'To my family, if you ever read this know that I'm sorry I failed. I'll miss all of you dearly, especially young Ominis who gave me so much joy in my life.'" "Aunt Noctua,” said Ominis, running a shuddering hand through his hair. “My God. Poor, sweet Aunt Noctua." Credence embraced Ominis. "I'm so sorry, Ominis." "Look." Sebastian pointed to the ground. "There's a message forming. Maybe it'll tell us how to get out."

They waited for it to fully form, and Credence's heart sank when she saw what was written. She didn't want to believe it, and squinted to affirm that her eyes weren't playing tricks. 

Crucio.

"It wants us to cast the Cruciatus curse," said Sebastian. "That must be why your aunt couldn't get through. She was alone." "And you're suggesting we just use that god-forsaken curse?" spat Ominis, fingertips digging into Credence’s back. "We don't have a choice, Ominis. If we don't cast it, we'll stay here until we waste away, too. You know how to use it—" "Sebastian!" Credence cut him off. "Well, what the hell else do you suppose we do, genius? He knows the curse better than us. I guess one of us could try it." "I don't want to cast it," said Credence.  "Then I can try to cast it on you—" In the blink of an eye, Ominis had released her and shoved his wand against Sebastian's throat. "Don't you dare use that curse on her, or I swear I'll use it on you. And I don’t think I’ll be able to stop."

All went still. Ominis gripped his wand tight. Sebastian eyed him, looking ready to snap back, but capitulated.

"I won't cast it on Credence," he said. "Use the curse on me," said Ominis. "Ominis, don't!" Credence pleaded, latching onto his arm. "Please don't! I can take the curse—" "I won't allow that to happen! I never want you to go through that. This is all my fault. I opened that wretched door and got us into this. If anyone here deserves this, it's me, not you. I know what the curse is like. I will be the one to take it."

It took great will to force her trembling arms to release him, and even greater to make her leaden legs step back. Ominis stood before Sebastian, his feet atop the glowing pulse of the word etched into the stone. He took a deep breath as Sebastian pointed his wand. 

"Ready?" asked Sebastian. "As I’ll ever be." "Crucio!"

The violent and horrific screams that erupted from Ominis sent pangs of adrenaline through Credence and tears clawed from her eyes. She gawked in immobilized terror at Ominis collapsing to his hands and knees. His features contorted in agony as he screeched into the echoing hall. His fists gripped so tight that his knuckles turned white. Drool dribbled past his gape-mouthed cries.

He curled into a tight ball as Sebastian stopped the curse. The door forward opened. Credence dropped to her knees beside Ominis—unsure of what to do or how to help him—and grabbed his shoulders. He whimpered and hyperventilated.

"I'm sorry," he mewled, eyes shut tight. "I'll be good. I promise I'll be good." "Ominis. You're all right now, Ominis. You're here with me, you're safe."

His fetal position slowly unraveled, body tremulous. One quaking arm pushed him to sit and the opposite hand rubbed his temple.

"I…" he said. "I'm sorry. I'm okay." "You don't have to apologize," she said tenderly, putting her arm around his shoulders to help steady him. 

Her fingertips stroked his chest while her other hand caressed his shoulder. Sweat glistened on his forehead and his eyes remained unfocused.

"I'm heading inside," said Sebastian, halfway through the door. "We're staying here for a moment," she said. "I'm okay, really," insisted Ominis with a trembling voice and equally quivering body. "You don't have to push yourself. Take a moment to rest."

The horrid sickening feeling of his terror from his Legilimency still played in her mind. Though he'd shielded her from the pain of Crucio, she remembered the anguish and grief of betrayal. She held him to her chest, letting his head rest between her breasts. He gripped her shirt, breathing uneven, though his shaking lessened. She kissed the top of his head and rubbed his back.

"You're all right now," she reiterated. "Thank you, Ominis. You saved me again from the Cruciatus curse, even though you knew it would hurt you so much." "I would do it again," he said, a forceful strength in his still weak voice. "I never want you to feel this pain."

She kissed the top of his again just as Sebastian called out. 

"Guys, I found it! Slytherin's Spell Book!" "Good," Ominis said to her. "Let's leave." "Agreed."

She helped him to his unsteady, staggering legs and held his hand all the way through the Scriptorium. Credence only caught glimpses of the area—stone walls behind bookcases of trinkets, parchment, and supplies. Desks were filled with old potions and wilted ingredients. Arithmancy and alchemical textbooks were still open. And, of course, snake decor abound.

A gloomy miasma hung in the air, stifling her breathing. She helped Ominis up the staircase, which led to a study. A statue towered at the back of the room, sculpted into Slytherin’s face, where Sebastian stood with a thick text under his arm.

It was easy enough to leave the Scriptorium. Sebastian went first. The statue turned on the spot, giving him an opening to step inside. Once he went through, she turned to Ominis.

“You should go first and get out of here faster.” “No, I’m not going to leave you here,” he said. “I can’t leave you behind.” “I’ll be right after you.” “I don’t want to risk that. I want to make sure you’re safe.”

She and Ominis squeezed into it together, holding one another close in the cramped quarters made for only one person. The cool and open air on the other side greeted them. They were spit out right in front of the Slytherin common room. 

"I have a lot of reading to do," said Sebastian. "I'm going to start at the library. I'm sure there will be much to research."

In his haste, Sebastian simply left.

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[raointean]

Fred lives (AU from Umbridge onward)

During Order of the Phoenix, Umbridge restrains herself to blood quills for the underage student population. For the adult students (age 17 and upwards) however, she uses the cruciatus curse, her logic being that they are adults and should be able to conduct themselves properly by now. 

Fred and George are natural troublemakers and, as such, get a fair amount of detention towards the beginning of the year. They try to get it together to avoid being tortured, but Umbridge has already decided that she hates them and will use any reason to put them in detention, separately. 

Now, the cruciatus curse can have many different long-term-effects and affects each person differently. Physically, it can cause numbness, pain, and/or shaking in the extremities and deterioration of fine motor skills. Mentally, it can cause hallucinations, short-term memory loss, long-term memory loss, and, in extreme cases, a chronic vegetative state. 

By February, both twins are beginning to experience some of these permanent after-effects. Fred develops a tremor in his hands and is generally in some sort of pain due to the nerve damage. George begins to have trouble with his short-term memory, but he just chalks it up to stress from Umbridge and the upcoming NEWTS. 

Usually during detention, Umbridge will cast the cruciatus curse for ~2-3 minutes and then let the student rest a little. (I don’t want to KILL them! What kind of monster do you take me for?) In May, she has a detention with George (for talking in class). 

She casts the curse but George accidentally hits his head on the corner of her desk. Later in the detention, she gets so involved in grading that she forgets to remove the curse for a whopping ten minutes (and no, she doesn’t even pretend to apologize). George staggers back to the common room afterwards and collapses in bed. 

From that day forward, his memory is notably much worse. Where previously it was things like “When was that assignment due?” and “Did I eat breakfast this morning?”, it’s become more like “Which house am I in?”, “Where am I going and what am I doing?”, and “What’s that one sibling’s name again?”. 

George is afraid that his memory will only get worse if he has another detention and he talks to Fred about dropping out and leaving the school. Fred understands where he’s coming from, but wants to stay since they’re almost done with the year anyway. George doesn’t want to leave without Fred so he stays as well until one morning, he wakes up and can’t remember a thing about anything. 

Fred wakes him up and George asks him who he is. This, naturally, freaks Fred out. He decides to wait a day and see if it clears up so they skip class. The next day it does, in fact, clear up, but both twins are now aware of the damage the curse can do and they start planning their great escape immediately.

They leave and start Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes and quickly discover some... difficulties. Fred’s hands shake so much, he can’t make most of the potions properly and George keeps forgetting what the names of their products are and how much they cost. 

They reshuffle tasks. George takes charge of all of the potion work and Fred heads up the sales. Weasley's Wizard Wheezes flourishes until they close down for the war. 

Fast-forward to the Battle of Hogwarts and Fred is injured and is rushed to St. Mungo's (JK Rowling who?). The entire Weasley family (plus Harry, Hermione and Fleur) congregate at The Burrow because none of them really want to be alone. 

One morning, two days after the battle, George comes down for breakfast looking slightly confused. He looks around the table and asks Molly where Fred is. Molly answers that he's still at St. Mungo's, assuming that George was still half-asleep and that's why he was confused. George realizes that he must have forgotten something important and asks why Fred is in the hospital. 

Ron, Ginny, Harry, and Hermione all simultaneously remember George's memory problems. Ron steps in and tells him about the Battle of Hogwarts and that Fred was injured but he should be fine. 

Molly is now very very confused so George explains what happened; he struggles with short term memory loss due to prolonged exposure to the cruciatus curse and a head injury. 

Everyone is shocked and horrified. Molly and Arthur ask why he never said anything earlier, but George doesn’t remember. He assumes that he and Fred had their reasons though.

Eventually, Fred is released from St. Mungo’s and he and George go back to work. Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes is thriving more than ever before and soon enough, they open a pharmacy/adaptive equipment store called Weasley’s Apothecary adjacent to the joke shop.

They sell all the regular pharmacy potions; pepper-up, cure-for-boils, skele-gro, essance of dittany, murtlap essence, and so on. They also sell rarer potions like wolfsbane. One of Weasley’s Apothecary’s main attractions is their line of PTSD related potions; dreamless sleep, calming draught, and draught of relaxment.

Another thing that sets them apart is their sale of adaptive equipment. They sell magical earplugs that filter only what the user wants to here. They sell magical prosthetics with all sorts of attachable doodads (all compatible with WWW products). There are gloves, arm braces, and leg braces to help stabilize weak or shaky limbs (Fred swears by these). They also invented a watch that remembers everything you tell it (schedules, recipes, task lists, price lists, etc.) and will repeat it back to you (George never leaves home without his).

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[splendidissimus]

August 2001 - Rowle (excerpt)

((Content warning: beating, Cruciatus torture, sleep deprivation, bondage, captivity, numb whumpee, hair pulling))

((Promptspiration: @whumptober 2023: day 11: All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed. / Captivity / "No one will find you." @whumppromptoftheday this "whumpee doesn't even flinch anymore" prompt ))

((Reminder that Rowle (massive blond guy, violent and reckless enough to kill other Death Eaters with friendly fire) is one of the two Death Eaters whom Voldemort forced Draco to torture for their failures; Harry saw it in a vision in DH. In this universe, Rowle in particular developed a hatred for Draco for it. A bunch of Death Eaters here recently escaped Azkaban and Rowle was sent to bring Draco back to be held prisoner with the others but decided to punish him instead.))

Genre: whump

Romance level: none

Angst level: 5/5

Draco's headspace: numb

((words: ~800))

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Draco woke already in pain. His head was pounding. His neck and back were just aching tightness from being bound in the same position so long. His mouth was rough and thick and dry. His eyes felt like sand when he forced them open; it didn't feel like he'd slept at all. He was lying on the cold dirt floor with a sharp pain running up his side; he supposed he'd been hit or kicked awake.

Rowle must have hit him, but by the time Draco was coherent enough to notice him, he was pacing the short confines of the cellar. He was thumping the side of his fist against the beam Draco had been tied to every time he passed under it, creating a distracted rhythm punctuated by the rare quiet "Fuck." 

Obviously something was wrong. It didn't seem like it was going to help Draco any, though. Nothing that made his captor angry was helpful to him, it just made his life that much less pleasant.

The cellar door was standing open, showing a patch of clear blue sky. It was a few feet of floor and then a short staircase away, and yet it no longer even registered as an escape. It was just nice that, for this moment, there was light. He distantly watched Rowle's silhouette pass in front of it. 

Rowle suddenly threw himself explosively off the beam and kicked him hard in the side, throwing him onto his back with a quiet groan. His tied arms were pinned uncomfortably under him and he twisted to his side to try to relieve the weight from his wrists. 

He saw another kick coming and he just closed his eyes to take the blow. Begging didn't help. Defiance certainly didn't help. It was too hard to even bother; he let noises of pain come as they may, without trying to control them or to give him anything. Maybe when he was done he'd just go away again…

He took a kick to the mouth and the taste of blood followed it with the pain. He coughed into the floor and spat out blood. 

Rowle went back to pacing. Maybe he was satisfied. Maybe he was just worn out enough to calm down. "They're all gone," he said, pacing back across the light of the doorway. He wasn't even really facing him — he wasn't really talking to him, he just had no one else to talk to. "Already caught and locked back up. Already. Those that aren't dead. That was the stupidest motherfucking idea, going after Harry Potter's wife…"

Draco slowly, stiffly pushed himself back to sitting. His back screamed at him for it. It was better than lying in the cold dirt, though.

Moving got Rowle's attention. He should have known better. Rowle whipped back and grabbed his hair, pulling him, staggering, up to his feet but bent backward to look up at him. He could smell rank alcohol oozing from his pores. "This is because of you — if not for you, I'd have been long gone. Out of the country."

He wouldn't have. Even Draco, even now, knew that. He could always tell when people were lying to themselves. He just wanted someone to blame, instead of his own habitually bad choices. 

It didn't seem like a good idea to point that out. 

"I'm not going back." Rowle shoved his wand into his face.

Kill the witness? Was that what he meant to do now? With his parents and Theo already killed, what did it matter? One wayward tear escaped the corner of his eye, and he couldn't move his head to wipe it on his shoulder, so he stared into the distance through Rowle instead. 

Rowle scowled and threw him down by the hair. "Crucio!" 

Draco hit the ground hard, unable to break his fall, and seized under the waves of crashing pain that pulled taut whatever muscles he had left, screaming brokenly. 

When it ended, he was curled up in the dirt, gasping for breath and holding still against the lesser pains that still wracked him. Rowle was on his way up the stairs, climbing out of the pit to leave him alone. In a few seconds he would be gone.

"It's only a matter of time," Draco croaked hoarsely. "They'll find you, too."

"You know what?" Rowle looked down at him with a snarl. "Maybe you're right. Maybe they'll find me and throw my ass back in Azkaban and throw away the key. But they'll never find you." He slammed the cellar door closed, throwing Draco back into utter darkness, and the sound of stones being summoned into place on top of it rumbled through his prison. And then it was silent.

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