#fleur x viktor

[delacoursshp]

"3…2..1.. DIVE!"

cedric diggory x fem mermaid reader

- use of y/n, reader is in slytherin AND IS A MERMAIDDD, reader is independent, cedric is your cheesy lover, triwizard cup (2nd task) drama, you almost being caught as a mermaid

warnings: nothing

i write quick stories, but dis one felt a tiny lil longer than usual so enjoy😋

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the bell rang. you were so glad to be out of ms trelawneys lesson. she was such an oaf, with her ''ooohh i see potentional murder ahead!" or her 'aahh i see much death in your future!'. like, honestly!

not that trelawneys sayings would've been a surprise; half-blood mermaids were very rare and often seen as demons. and funny enough, you were one of them.

you made your way down the stairs to study in the library.you avoided pansy parkinson and her little group, as they always put themselves in drama and you were never up for that.

once arrived, you yanked about 5 books from a shelf and then seated yourself at a table next to a big window.

you began reading. first book, second book, third book-

ding!

19.00.

you closed the books quickly, put them back and then rushed so fast out of the library, making people turn their heads.you went upstairs, third floor, to the prefects bathroom, then muttered something that sounded like 'pine-fresh' and the painting swept forwards and you quickly stepped in.

there was nobody, as expected, except for the mermaid on the painting onto the wall. you waved politely and she waved back excitedly, looking as if she had missed you really much. you undressed, leaving yourself completely naked, then stepped into the pool.

after what felt like 10 minutes you felt your body heat up, your toes clench really hard, and your breathing quickened. the double eyelids formed onto your face.

what used to be your legs had now shaped into a long dark green, grey-ish shiny tail. your skin turned a little grey too, and your nails extended in length. your iris had become bloodred of colour, and your black pupils dilated until there was just a thin red line around the black dot. you sighed as all the changes finished, and relaxed.

about 50 seconds later, you heard the prefects bathroom opening open. it was him.

you looked up, hoping it was him and not someone else. the painting creaked and there you saw the tall, fit, brunette figure walk through.

"cedric." you whispered in happiness. he smiled at you before sprinting and hastily jumping into the pool.

you squeaked. "cedric!" he laughed, shaking the water off his hair and swam towards you. "well, hello beautiful." he smirked, eyeing your sea creature body. your breasts were practically naked, except for the shell symbols spread around your areola.

"ced. your clothes are wet." you said sarcastically, staring up into his eyes while his arm rests around your shoulder.

"doesn't matter, love. how've you been? mind helping me with the triwizard cup? i think it has something to do with, you know, your kind. i heard sirens when i opened that egg. anyways, i hope they wo-"

you admired him as he kept talking about the upcoming triwizard task. you were so lucky to have him, he never judged you on being a mermaid. of course, he's also the only one that knows about it.

your deadly- (but oddly attractive to cedric) -eyes were caught by cedric as he finished the topic. he stared at you, and if looks could kill, you'd definitely been dead. you leaned your body onto him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"i don't know what i would do without you, cedric." you spoke softly. cedric chuckled.

"well, luckily that's something you don't ever have to worry about."

"promise?" you whispered, stroking his arm with your dainty hands.

"promise."

the mermaid in the painting clasped her hands onto her mouth, and her watery eyes blinked dramatically. she wiped them with a piece of seaweed.

cedrics hand that wasn't at your shoulder, trailed down your tail and felt at the texture.

he was mesmerized. he'd seen your mermaid self once before, from afar. now that he sees it up close, it's so much prettier.

you smiled softly, exhausted from reading so long before. you glanced at the mermaid, who winked back at you.

"i love you." cedric suddenly said, what made you turn your head immediately.

"i love you, cedric" you said back, not breaking eyecontact.

"good. fish babies!" he joked.

you giggled and sat yourself sideways onto his lap. your tail flicked up and down in excitement, making the water splash. cedric grinned at your actions. then you locked lips with him, drowning in his taste.

if only this moment would never end.

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[CEDRICS POV)

it was the day of the second task. i was really nervous, but i prepared my bubble charm so everything should be fine.

bagman went on and on about this and that. to be fair, i wasn't listening. i was watching the lake before me, swinging my arms unpatiently.

"okay, enough chit-chatting! now, are we ready, best contestants?"

bloody right i was ready.

"3...2..1.. DIVE!"

an enormous splash erupted from the lake, onto the murmuring crowd. i swam and swam all the way down, trying to find what i was searching for. i didn't know exactly what. i just knew it would be guarded by mermen.

many minutes passed, and i saw 4 vague figures. i swam a little closer, and saw the four figures clearer. they were all tied up, cornered by merpeople.

one of them was a girl with rather bushy hair, next to her a boy with hair so red it looked like fire was burning in the lake, and next to him was a little girl, and right next to her was-

oh no. this couldn't be.

i frowned my eyebrows and my mouth dropped in fear. y/n.

the fact that it was y/n tied up, wasn't the worst thing. it was that her tail showed. a mermaid transformation took about 10 minutes, right? so whoever put her here must have done it quick! or else she would've been killed by them already.. if anyone up there sees she is a mermaid, things could get disgusting.

i examined her unconscious face, searching for any wounds. it was rather hard, curse the bubble charm for blurring my view.

i grabbed a knife i brought just in case from my pocket, and cut the ropes around her wrists. i carried her heavy figure up the water fast, as i felt like time was running out. our heads popped out, and y/ns eyes opened slowly. the first thing she saw was my face. then she looked around, very confused. she saw the water floating around her, and it looked like she was about to faint.

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[YOUR POV]

what? what is going on? you felt fear, anger, and confusion rise up within you. please let this be a nightmare, you thought.

a soaked cedric with a bubble around his head was looking at you, worryingly. when you wanted to say something, but it came out as a whimper, he shushed you. "shh, it's okay, leave everything up to me right now, okay?" he whispered.

"and we have our first contestant up! cedric diggory!". the gryffindors, hufflepuffs, ravenclaws and a few beauxbatons cheered loudly. some looked confused at your slightly new appearance; your grey skin & red eyes weren't hidden. cedric tried to hide you from the crowd.

he grinned at them so nobody would find it off, and then swam to dumbledore with you, both of your bodies underwater, except for your heads.

"sir, she- she's.." cedric tried to make up an excuse to make sure your body stayed beneath the surface. you looked at him, terrified.

dumbledore smiled. "it's okay, boy. i'm not stupid, you know. show her to me."

cedric hesitated, but you nodded, after all, he was the headmaster. what choice did cedric or you have?

you shyly turned around, horrified to see his reaction, but dumbledore kept his same expression. "ah. and so i was right." he said, his eyes twinkling.

you frowned your eyebrows in surprise, looked at cedric, and saw that he was doing the same. "your bubble still functions well, i'm assuming? 2 hours they work, yes?"dumbledore said.

"uuh, yes, sir." cedric said. "turn around, dive, go north, then west, you'll find a cave, go through there and leave the rest up to me."

you and cedric looked at eachother in both relief and confusion, then cedric nodded.-you swam forward, cedric holding onto your hand. a smile crept up your face, as he struggled to keep up with you.

"keep up, tough boy." you mouthed, feeling a little less worried then before.he just chuckled nervously at you. the moment of it was almost romantic, if to ignore the context. you felt a sense of joy, being in your other home, together with someone you wanna spend your entire life with.

hopefully, the next task would be a lot less terrifying.

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idk idk idkk. i don't rlly like this ☹️ but!! i felt like i wrote the task scene okay, right? 😝 anyways, hope u enjoyed!

- @delacoursshp

#cedric diggory #fred weasley x reader #harry potter #harry potter smut #harry potter fic #cedric diggory smut #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory fluff #ron weasley #luna lovegood #neville longbottom #romione #draco malfoy #pansy parkinson #viktor krum #fleur delacour #hogwarts #slytherin #wizarding world #hp fandom

[t1oui]

muggle high school au where harry, hermione, and ron bond over being queer simps (in my mind it’s harry crushing on cedric, hermione crushing on cho, and ron crushing on viktor, but it can also be draco, pansy, and blaise).

if it’s ced, cho, and viktor they’re all juniors and viktor and fleur (who’s also friends of them ofc) are exchange students (the golden trio are sophomores)

everyone is bi except fleur who’s aroace and likes watching the chaos

there’s a school dance or something (like the yule ball) and while harry and ron have no plans to ask ced and viktor (cowards) hermione is planning to ask cho

and fleur helps cedric and viktor ask out harry and ron (fleur goes with rodger davies, who is another aroace person who also thinks this whole thing is funny as hell)

hermione asks cho first and then cedric asks harry and meanwhile viktor and ron are both awkward as hell

they start playing chess together and eventually viktor is just like “please go to the dance with me” and after multiple heart attacks ron says yes

yeah.

#harry potter fandom #hp fandom #hp #hermione granger #harry potter #ron weasley #cho chang #cedric diggory #viktor krum #harry x cedric #hermione x cho #ron x viktor #fleur delacour #rodger davies

[the-navistar-carol]

Sometimes, the fic premise does not matter. Let me say that again.

Sometimes, the fic premise does not matter.

What matters is how fucking funny the author is.

I just finished a Ron/Fleur fic set over the course of GoF and then the sequel takes place over OotP, and let me be clear, I have never even considered this pairing. I started it because of the focus on chess, the romance was a bit iffy, but that DOES NOT MATTER because the author is funny as FUCK.

The best part about Harry Potter fics, whenever I fall back into that inescapable pit, is when the authors write them as the little shitbag teenagers they really should be.

OBSERVE:

Go read it or I will hunt you DOWN

#dani reads #dani reacts #dani reviews #GO READ THIS #ron weasley x fleur delacour #ff.net #the english opening #the french defense #its so fucking funny #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #ask me avout the viktor/hermione fic i found pls #someone ask me

[unofficial-writing]

She calls me Freddie (Pt. 3)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, banter, my portrayal of Charlie Weasley, underage drinking, Ron and Harry aren’t fighting for as long (sorry not sorry)

Summary: The competitors are selected and the first task approaches quickly. After Harry succeeds the twins put together a party for Gryffindor

Word count: 5.2k

(Part 3 - Find all other parts here!)

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A good few weeks passed before your hair fully returned to normal and even though you considered it, you didn’t make Fred dye his again. But you did need to go through a couple more boxes on yourself. After the third cycle, the dye finally faded away to its normal color rather than red, which you welcomed back gratefully.

Even after all the time that had passed, the competitors still weren’t chosen. You all tried to go about your day as normal, but anticipation and excitement quickly began to spread through the school. Everyone, student and staff, was eager to start the tournament. Although everyone had entered within the first few days of the year, the selection wouldn’t be made until tonight, weeks later.

After dinner everyone gathered in the great hall, chatting on about their guesses on who would be the three students. Some of the tables had been set aside and replaced with the wood bleachers, situated so that the goblet was in the center of the room and everyone would have a good view of it. You sat on these bleachers just one seat in front of Fred, leaning back to let his knees support you.

Dumbledore stepped up to the cup and instructed everyone to sit, waiting until they did so to begin speaking. “Now the moment you’ve all been waiting for, the champion selection!” He announced to the now quiet room. Every single one of you were paying attention. The professor waved a hand across the room, dimming the torches until the blue flame was the main source of light.

He stepped toward the cup, staring at it as if willing it to do something. On cue, the blue fire suddenly turned red and spit out a small piece of paper, which Dumbledore caught. “The Durmstrang champion is,” he started, reading off the name. “Viktor Krum!” Cheers came from their table and everyone clapped him on the back. Viktor stood and walked down to the headmaster, shaking his hand.

With no warning, the goblet presented another name, this time written on an elegant piece of parchment lined with gold. “The champion for Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacor!” Fleur stood with a smile, walking towards Dumbledore with applause following her. She shook his hand as well and then off to the next competitor.

“The Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory!” The room erupted into cheers as his name was called, being a popular choice amongst the Hogwarts entries. Cedric wore a proud smile, accepting every congratulations he was given on the way up to the rest of the champions. He shook Dumbledore’s hand before joining them.

“I still think I should’ve been able to enter.” Fred complained as the applause died out. You put a hand on his knee sympathetically.

“If only you were a year older.” You told him, still using his legs as the back of a chair. He absentmindedly began to twirl a piece of your hair.

“Excellent! We now have our three champions!” Dumbledore announced. “But in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions. This vessel of victory. The Tri-wizard cup!” Everyone’s attention was directed to the end of the hall where the cover was lifted off the trophy. It was a blue and silver cup, decorated elegantly and giving off a bright glow. The entire room applauded once more.

The celebration was suddenly put on hold, heads turning back to the stone goblet. The flame danced again in preparation of a fourth name. It turned red and another piece of paper was shot into the air, falling slowly into the headmaster’s hands.

“Harry Potter,” he read quietly. The entire room turned towards Harry, who sat on your right side. You glanced at him and he met your eyes nervously before looking back in Dumbledore’s direction. “Harry Potter?” He called, scanning the room for the boy.

Harry tried sinking further into his seat and you could feel the dread coming off of him. “Harry Potter!” Dumbledore yelled, finally spotting him.

“For goodness sake, Harry.” Hermione said, reaching down and grabbing his shoulder, pushing him in the right direction. The entire room was silent enough that you could hear the crackling of the fire. Harry reluctantly made his way to the professor, each slow step bringing more tension to the room.

The boy was handed his name and then headed toward the rest of the champions, his eyes moving between all the whispering students around him. The whispers soon turned into protests. “He’s a cheat!” “He’s not even seventeen yet!” Harry slouched, making him look smaller than normal. He passed the teachers, receiving looks from every one of them except for McGonagall who put a hand on his shoulder.

With all four students selected, the flame in the goblet died out until it was extinguished, leaving the room quiet and dark again. Dumbledore seemed to come back to his senses. “You’re all dismissed!” He yelled, hurrying everyone out of the hall so he could attend to the new situation. You gave Harry a sympathetic look, which he didn’t see because he was staring down at the floor, confused. You stood, taking Fred’s hand when he offered and letting him hold yours while you stepped off the bleachers.

“How do you supposed he did it?” Ron asked out in the hallway, now that the crowd dispersed.

“It doesn’t look like he did anything.” You replied. “He looked more confused than we were.”

“You don’t think he figured out a way to enter illegally?” Fred added, walking beside you.

“I don’t think there is a way to enter illegally. And definitely not a way that a fourth-year could figure out. Even Harry.” You responded and Hermione agreed with you. But there wasn’t any way to know for sure what happened until you were told straight from Harry.

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Time passed in anticipation as everyone waited for the first task to be announced. You were told a couple of days after the champions were chosen that Harry didn’t put his name in the goblet and he would be competing just like the other three. Most people didn’t believe him and were even mad at him for being a competitor, but you stood by your belief. There’s no way he entered on his own.

As far as the first task goes, there would be no telling when or what it would be. It could be days from now or weeks. The one thing this tournament was good at is secrecy.

You sat on the couch in the currently quiet common room, reading one of the books you picked up from the library. During this time of day, most students were out and about, except for you and now Fred. He was silent entering the room until he jumped down onto the couch next to you, making you jump. “God, Fred.” You shook your head, ignoring him and drawing your gaze back down to your book.

He took it from you, setting it down on the table in a way to make sure you wouldn’t lose your page. You crossed your arms, glancing back up at him. “I have a secret.” He crossed his legs, facing you with a dorky smile.

“Oh yeah?” You replied, shifting so that you sat against the arm of the couch.

“But you can’t tell anyone because I’m not really supposed to know.”

“I can’t make any promises.”

“Well, then I can’t tell you, love.” He shrugged, acting like he was getting ready to stand and leave. But even if you were going to tell someone— which you weren’t— he would probably share it with you anyway.

“Fine,” You set a hand on his leg to keep him there. “I won’t tell anyone.”

He looked around him as if there were anyone else in the common room and leaned in close to you, brushing your hair out of the way so he could whisper in your ear. You contained a shiver as his fingers brushed against your neck. “I know what the first task is. “He said, boasting.

You sat back to look him in the eyes, raising an eyebrow. “How?” You asked him skeptically. “No offense, but you’re the last person they would tell.”

“Ok well, I don’t know exactly what it is but I do know what’s in it.” He admitted, his gaze briefly drifting to whatever was near the floor.

“And what is that?”

“Dragons,” he announced, waiting for your reaction. You sat up a little.

“Dragons?”

“Dragons.” He repeated. “And for your information, I said I wasn’t supposed to know. They only told me because my brother—”

“Charlie?” You interrupted, causing Fred to abandon the rest of his sentence.

He sighed, rolling his eyes. “Yes, Charlie’s coming.” He said, already knowing your reaction. You grinned at the news.

“I haven’t seen him since Christmas! When’s he getting here?” You asked, speaking quickly. You had first met Charlie back in your first year and he immediately became an older brother to you. Even after he graduated, you still saw him during the holidays.

“We’re supposed to help him unload the dragons tonight.” Fred explained. “And he specifically instructed us to bring you.” Fred tilted his head toward you, amused at your excitement.

“Of course he did,” You told him, resting an arm on the back of the couch. “Otherwise he’d have to wait to see his favorite sibling again until Christmas.”

Fred shook his head. It was a running joke between you all and after the first few times it was told, it stopped bothering him. “Well, lucky for you. You get to see your favorite Weasley every day.”

You tilted your head, making a face that suggested Fred wasn’t your favorite. Even though evidence would prove otherwise. He scoffed and grabbed you from your spot on the couch, pulling you toward him to tickle you. “I know I didn’t just see you make that face.”

You laughed against your will, squirming to get out of his arms. “Fred, you’re torturing me!” You got out between giggles. You escaped his tickling but he still locked his arms around you, trapping you there.

“Freddie, Let me go!” You begged, using your hands to try and pry his arms off, clearly unsuccessful.

“Not until you take it back,”

“I didn’t even say anything!”

“You know what you did, y/n l/n.” He pouted exaggeratedly, loosening his grip a little when you stopped wiggling.

“Fine. You’re my favorite,” You admitted with a sigh.

“Your favorite what?”

“Freddie!”

“Your favorite what?” He teased you, squeezing you tightly. You turned around in his arms so that you were facing him.

“Okay, you’re my favorite person in the entire world.” you told him, making a stupid face at him. He paused for a split second. That wasn’t the answer he expected. But just as every other time, he snapped out of it quickly.

“Well, I’m flattered.” He replied, letting his hand slide to your shoulders and then down your arms to hold your hands. “And you’ll be happy to hear that you’re my favorite person too.” Fred booped your nose, putting a little smile on your face.

“That’s wonderful news.” You stated simply, taking in the details of the boy you were looking at. God, he really was attractive. And it was a mystery why it took you so long to realize it.

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After dark, you all had to take a walk through the woods to get to the spot where the dragons were brought in. You, Fred, George, and Ron all came to see Charlie, each of you with a little light at the tip of your wands that acted as a flashlight.

“Where’s Ginny?” You asked, using your wand to see where you were walking.

“Dunno,” George replied with a shrug. “She said she’d see Charlie tomorrow.”

Despite the light he held, Ron tripped over a root and stumbled a few feet before catching himself and standing again. “I mean this with no offense,” He started, brushing himself off. “But why are you here? I mean he’s our brother—” He was cut off by Fred jabbing him with his elbow, sending him a brotherly glare.

“Because clearly he likes me better.” You returned, not bothered by his question. The sound of dragons growling in the distance was now becoming more audible.

“What, that’s ridiculous—” Ron was cut off again by George.

“No, she’s right. He said specifically in his owl that he likes her better than all three of us combined. And he wants her help with the dragons.” He explained to his younger brother.

“And anyway, she was invited. So why don’t you close that big mouth of yours, Ronnie.” Fred said, shoving his brother’s shoulder.

You came up on the spot, first seeing the four huge cages, all covered so that you couldn’t see what was in them. However, you did see a tall red-haired man climbing down from one of them. He beamed when he saw your group.

“Charlie doesn’t prefer her over his own brothers.” Ron mumbled. Fred glanced down at his brother and then gestured to you, who was already greeting Charlie.

“There she is!” He said, pulling you into a huge bear hug. It felt like he waited until you couldn’t breathe to let go of you. Charlie had a grin on his face, which was painted in a thin layer of ash. It spread even into his long red hair he had tied up, revealing the assortment of rings he wore in his ears. “How’s my favorite sibling?”

This was clearly meant to piss of Ron, which worked flawlessly. “She’s not even your sister,” He complained, crossing his arms. You shot him a look.

Charlie glanced at Ron and then Fred, eyeing him with a smirk. “Well, not yet.” He responded, sending a wink in your direction. You felt heat move to your cheeks, even more so at the look on Fred’s face.

“Nice to see you too, Charlie.” Fred responded sarcastically, doing his best to quickly shake off his previous expression.

Once Charlie properly greeted his brothers, he handed out hard leathery coats, gloves, and boots. “What are these for?” Ron asked, putting on the garments. You slipped yours on, letting it fall around you. It was long enough to reach your boots, making it so your whole body was covered.

“That’s to keep you from burning to death when we get a look at these guys,” Charlie responded, patting the cage. “They’re definitely not happy after such a long trip in such a small cage.” Ron visibly gulped and made sure to button up the coat completely.

“That’s small?” George asked, watching his older brother make his way to the first cage. He nodded casually.

“For them, it is.” Charlie added. He was around dragons long enough that he could forget none of this was normal for everyone else. Most people have never even seen one in person.

On each corner of the cage, the cover was held in place by thick chains, which carried a lock just as impressive in size. “Put your hoods on,” Charlie instructed, kneeling down to the first lock. “And make sure you don’t get your face melted. That coat is completely fireproof but anything uncovered is gonna get burned.” He pointed out a little flap on the inside of your coat that you could lift over your face if needed.

Charlie flicked his wand, unlocking the first corner. The chain fell and allowed its portion of the cover to flap a little. The dragon inside rumbled at the movement. “Get ready!” He called, walking over to the next lock where you stood.

He unlocked it and as soon as the chain fell, the cover lifted and fell toward the other side of the cage, revealing the dragon inside. There was absolutely no warning but Charlie somehow grabbed you quickly enough, covering your face and turning you so your back was toward the dragon. Within part of a second, fire surrounded you two, simply bouncing off of your jackets. You felt nothing more than a a sudden wave of heat.

Once it ended, Charlie brushed any remaining flames off of you and turned toward the creature. He spoke firmly to it in a dialect you didn’t recognize, which settled the dragon.

You glanced over at Fred, who stared back at you with wide eyes and his mouth slightly agape. “Bloody hell.” He said quietly, putting a hand to his chest so he could start breathing again.

Charlie spoke like this for a minute until the dragon sat contently in its cage. That’s when you finally got a good look at it. It was absolutely huge, with sharp horns running across its back and down its tail, covering the majority of its body. Charlie wasn’t joking when he said the cage was too small. “A horntail?” You asked, beyond impressed. You received a proud grin from him, as if he was showing you his child.

“Isn’t he beautiful?” He replied, pulling off the rest of the cover. Fred walked to your side reluctantly, not quite trusting that it was done breathing fire.

“I’ve never seen one in person,” you said in absolute awe. It’s huge head turned toward you, eyes focusing on your face for a few moments before losing interest. The dragon turned around in its cage, getting a good look at its new surroundings.

Charlie had you all split up and take a section of the remaining cages at a time. “These ones won’t be so aggressive.” He assured. “The horntail was the hardest of all of them.” You and Charlie walked ahead to get to the next cage, which was parked farther away to avoid conflict between the dragons.

“So, when are you going to start dating my little brother?” Charlie asked suddenly, gesturing to Fred who walked a little ways behind. You snapped your head up to him.

“What are you talking about, Charlie? We’re not dating.” You replied to him, taken aback by his forward question.

“Oh please, y/n.” He said, wiping a bit of ash off his face, which smudged black against his pale skin. “We’ve all been taking bets since your first year.”

You stuttered, clearly not knowing how to respond. He laughed at this, stopping at the corner of the cage.

“If you say you don’t like him even a little then you’re lying.” He said, kneeling down and unlocking the first lock. “And I need you to hurry up and get with him or I’ll lose money to Bill.” Charlie has always been one to say exactly what he was thinking but this was the first time it caught you so off guard. Ron was on the other side and undid the second lock, unveiling a smaller green dragon. This one was quite vocal but didn’t attempt to roast you.

“I’m so glad you know how I feel about him, Charlie.” You replied, crossing your arms. He shrugged and smiled, turning to remove the cover completely.

You noticed George struggling with a cage by himself so you walked over to help him, trying to avoid any further interrogation from his older brother.

“Oi, Fred. Help me with this one!” Charlie called, heading to the last cage. Fred passed you on the way over, nudging you playfully with his elbow. You made a face at him, brining out his wonderful laugh.

You made it to George, shaking your head and sighing as you kneeled down beside him. “God, does everyone think I’m in love with Fred?” You asked sarcastically. George paused for a moment and glanced at you, then returned to his work.

“Yes,” he responded simply. “But to be fair, most of us have a filter. Unlike Charlie” He nodded to the next lock and you moved there.

“I don’t know why everyone assumes that.” You muttered, lifting your wand to the lock in front of you.

“Well, are you?” George questioned, his eyes still focused on his corner of the cage.

“No!” You snapped defensively. But then your eyes drifted to Fred and you weren’t so sure. The sight of him made you feel like melting right there. He looked like he was actually starting to enjoy this, smiling as a smaller red dragon pressed its nose against the cage to greet him. He looked different to you lately. Just looking at him started to make your stomach flip.

George caught your stare. “You sure?”

You sighed, letting your face soften as you watched him. “No,” You said quietly. George looked up at you, surprised that you admitted it.

Do you even know how you feel about him? So much has change since the summer, but maybe that’s exactly why. Maybe you were proving everyone right after all. You paused for a minute before continuing on, looking down at George. “You can’t tell Fred.”

He glanced at his twin and then at you, probably considering wether or not to agree. After a brief moment, he gave you a soft smile. “I won’t, I promise.”

“Thank you, George.” You said, relieved. Charlie came over to your cage and helped you lift the cover completely to reveal a Swedish short snout, which was already fairly calm.

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It was late when you finally finished since Charlie wanted every dragon to be settled perfectly into their temporary enclosures. “When is the task?” You asked him.

“Two days from now.” He answered casually, giving each dragon a once over.

“And how long are you staying?”

“I’ll be leaving with them once they’re done.” He told you and shoved your shoulder playfully. “But I’ll still see you for Christmas. You’re coming to the burrow, right?”

“I don’t think I have a choice, Charlie.” You said with a chuckle. Fred appeared by your side, resting an arm around your shoulder. “Fred is going to drag me there wether I like it or not.”

“Absolutely correct.” He responded, booping your nose and giving you a stupid perfect smile. Your eyes were stuck on his for a moment, mimicking his soft expression until you thought about your conversation with George. Your gaze drifted to him briefly, only to see his smirk.

Once Charlie was satisfied and absolutely sure all four dragons were taken care of, he let you go. The walk back was long and dark and the woods seemed to be endless. Fred offered an arm to you until you exited the forest, which you took and didn’t let go of even when you reached the castle.

A certain tension hung in the air between you two, there because both of you wanted to say something you couldn’t. Fred broke this with whatever thought was on his mind. “Glad we got to see Charlie.” He said sarcastically, coaxing a quiet laugh out of you.

“I imagine he had the same conversation with you, then?” You inquired, glancing down at the stone floor beneath your feet. The castle was dimly lit but still much brighter than the pitch black of the forest.

“That depends on if we’re thinking of the same conversation.” He responded, avoiding saying the words directly.

“I think we are.”

“I think we are too.”

Out of all your years of knowing Fred, this was the first time your talking flowed almost awkwardly. Normally it came so naturally to you two.

There was a long pause before you spoke again. “He’s just being Charlie though. Just ridiculous.” When you said it, you weren’t sure you meant it as much as before. Honestly, Charlie was likely not being ridiculous at all.

“Yeah, ridiculous.” Fred replied. Was there disappointment in his voice? God, the awkwardness made you want to squirm. That awkwardness was exactly why you didn’t want Fred to know what you said to George. It would ruin the dynamic between you, which was years in the making.

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The next two days went by quickly and after that night you both seemed to forget about what happened with Charlie. Or at least pretended it didn’t happen. Regardless, both of you were back to normal. That morning the task was finally announced, giving only a couple of hours notice to the spectators.

The stadium, which would hold the event, was already occupied by nearly every student and teacher. You had managed to find and keep three sits for you and the twins, who had decided to hold betting. Once they had gone through every row twice, they finally arrived at your seats. “Look at this! I’m not even mad they canceled Quidditch this year!” Fred yelled over the crowd. You gave him a look, feeling the opposite about the situation.

“Well, I am.” You replied, still irritated that your sport had been put on hold for the year. Fred stopped beside you, letting George move to your other side.

“You’re always mad, Y/n.” George added, leaning over the wood barrier in front of you. Down below on the stadium floor were sharp jagged rocks, crowding the arena. On one end was a large golden egg, sitting just in front of a huge opening where each dragon would enter.

The objective of the task was to capture the egg, which was protected by the dragon. You imagined the type of dragon would be paired to each champion at random. But some would have a harder time than others, given that the horntail for example is much more aggressive than the welsh green and will guard his egg much more fiercely.

Suddenly the canon went off, sending the crowd roaring with more applause. The first competitor was Cedric, who took on the Swedish short snout. He collected his egg and made it out unscathed. Cedric was followed by Viktor Krum with the Chinese fireball and Fleur with the Welsh green.

“Harry has the horntail.” You said, barely audible over the yelling. “That seems hardly fair considering he’s only fourteen!”

“I don’t think they chose it for Harry on purpose.” Fred replied, clearly not as concerned as you were. You sighed and leaned down on the barrier.

Harry was introduced and then entered the stadium and reluctantly, taking in the sight. Everyone cheered when he entered, except for Hermione below you who looked far more worried.

The crowd went still in anticipation. The stadium below you suddenly looked abandoned, showing absolutely no sign of the dragon. You watched Harry make up his mind and make a start toward the egg, only to be stopped immediately by a huge tail swinging and hitting the rock just above his head. The crowd gasped as Harry rolled to the side, barely avoiding it.

The dragon, which you had seen calm only a few nights ago, now climbed the rocks with a huge growl and turned back to Harry. You gripped the wood tightly, Fred taking your hand off it to keep you from getting splintered.

The creature spotted the boy and sent fire in his direction, once again barely missing Harry. He made a run for the egg, followed closely by his opponent. The dragon gave Harry several more blows, swinging its tail and sending him flying. The crowd gasped and you grabbed Fred’s sleeve, clasping a hand over your mouth. It was a miracle he wasn’t just impaled.

Harry ducked behind a rock, just in time to avoid being burned. “Your wand, Harry!” Hermione yelled. “Your wand!” As if he heard her, he lifted his want, shouting a spell you couldn’t hear over the noise.

A few seconds later, a broom came speeding overhead, heading in Harry’s direction. He managed to jump onto it before more of the dragon’s fire reached him. Everyone applauded, Hermione probably the loudest.

Harry flew toward the egg, reaching down and just missing it. “Ooh” came from the crowd as he rose again to turn around, followed by the dragon. Everyone paused, hearing the crunch of metal breaking and seeing the chain falling to the ground, removing the only thing keeping the creature in the stadium.

The pattern in the audience continued with gasps this time as the dragon was freed from the area, forcing Harry to fly out and away from it. They left destruction in their path, nearly taking out the professors.

“Yes!” George cheered.

“Well done, dragon!” Fred followed. Harry and the dragon quickly ducked out of sight, leaving everyone else to wait for their return. It was several minutes before this happened.

Harry appeared over the rocks, his broom sturggling to take him back to the stadium. He ducked down and this time succeeded in taking ahold of the egg, which immediately sent the crowd into shouts and cheers.

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Everyone met Harry on the walk back, taking turns clapping him on the back. Hermione, who had zero faith in his survival, jumped into his arms. “Well done, Harry!” You congratulated. The boy was still out of breath and covered in dirt and a little blood.

Ron grabbed his shoulders, taking the egg out of his hands and examining it. “Well, how are we going to celebrate?”

“We’ll take care of that, mate.” Fred chimed in, slapping his brother on the back. You could already see a plan forming in the twins’ head. And take care of it, they did.

It was late at night when you finally made it back to the common room, which you entered with Hermione. You were quickly hit with loud music, traveling effortlessly through your ears. The sound made your heart seem to hop right out of your chest, and the sight of the Gryffindors crowded in the common room increased that feeling. It was a miracle McGonagall hadn’t found out about this yet.

“Oh god, what did they do?” Hermione muttered as you stepped into the room. You two were exact opposites in your reaction.

Right through the door, you were grabbed by Fred, who placed a hand carefully on both of your arms. “I was wondering when you would get here, darling.” He told you. Hermione gave you a smirk as he dragged you away, leading you through the sea of Gryffindors.

“Are you drunk, Freddie?” You asked him, knowing full well he acted similar drunk as he did normally, but he wasn’t drunk very often.

“Not yet, love.” He told you with a smile and a wink. You shook your head at him, able to tell by his voice he was sober. “Dance with me, will you?” You obliged, letting him move you with the music. The beat pounded in your ears, syncing with your heart and thumping in your chest.

How they managed to bring in firewhisky was beyond you, but it only took a few drinks to bring you much closer to Fred. You were far from drunk but definitely tipsy. And you could say the same for him. The room around you faded as you pulled him closer to you, his face only inches away. His green eyes were fixed on yours making your heart double its pace. “You’re beautiful,” He said suddenly. His expression was soft and his eyes admiring you.

“What?” You whispered, your hands lifting to his neck. Fred had complimented you before but it sounded like he meant it differently this time. He leaned closer to you, his lips brushing yours delicately. It sent a shock through your body and in that moment all you wanted was to close the space. You could have kissed him, but there were too many drinks involved.

“Fred,” you mumbled, ghosting his lips with his name.

“Hm?”

“We’re drunk.” You told him. Neither of you were really drunk but you were still worried he— you too for that matter— was acting off of the firewhisky. He responded by pulling his face back from yours, respecting your decision without a second question.

“If we’re going to kiss, we’re going to do it sober.” You decided, making him chuckle. The sound made you long for him even more and you were sure if he asked to kiss you, you would let him. But of course, being Fred Weasley, he wasn’t going to ask you again after you told him no.

“I’m going to hold you to that.” He said, gently pressing a long kiss to your forehead. You were grateful he was still holding you because you could’ve melted right there if he wasn’t.

George made his way over, grabbing onto his brother. “Come on, Freddie!” He said and you could immediately tell he was much farther gone. “Sing a song for your girlfriend!” You didn’t even notice what he said since he started to drag Fred away. It was colder now without his warm body beside you.

Fred didn’t need any drinks to oblige in his brother’s request. The music changed and suddenly Fred was on the common room table, singing— more like shouting— the words to you, using his wand as a microphone.

You giggled at the sight, utterly taken by the boy, who blew you an exaggerated kiss. George, Charlie, and everyone else were right this whole time, you were absolutely in love with Fred Weasley.

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The Yule Ball

Prompt number: 13 "Come with me, hurry."

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Ron Weasley x reader

Rating: E(veryone)

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Teenagers being stupid and clueless. Pining.

A/N: No one's gonna read this, but oh well. I've loved it and been to afraid to put it out for years, so now I'm finally just doing it.

You roll your eyes at Ron and Harry complaining that they don’t have dates for the Yule Ball yet, they should be concentrating on the exam that you’re all supposed to be doing. However, you do giggle quietly as Fred asks Angelina to the ball by throwing a piece of paper at her and miming dancing horribly. 

“Well what about you (Y/N/N)?” Ron looks to his left, you're sitting between him and Harry. “You wanna go with me?” 

Your heart picks up speed for a second, the boy you’ve been hopelessly in love with since you were kids is finally noticing you as more than a friend. But the euphoria you feel is short-lived, realizing that you're just a last resort to him, that you’ll never live up to Fleur. Plus you already have a date, one that’ll be tons of fun. 

“I, um, I actually have a date already,” if Ron could tear his wide eyes off your face he would see the mischievous glint in George’s eyes, accompanied by an all knowing smirk. 

“What? Who?” Ron’s voice echoes through the quiet hall, Snape comes up behind him and smacks his head with a book. 

You ignore the question, quickly glancing at the still smirking George, before finishing off your exam. You rush from your seat to hand in your booklet to Snape, as you grab your bag and books you hear Ron asking Hermione to the ball. Your heart plummets into your gut, Ron doesn’t really want to go with you, he just wants a date on his arm. 

You can feel the quick glances of pity from all of your friends; Harry, Hermione, Fred, and George. All of them know about your big ol’ crush on the youngest Weasley boy. You high tail it out of the Great Hall just as Hermione starts telling him off and admitting she has a date. Her and Viktor are actually quite cute together. 

You forgo heading to the library or any other place you typically meet your friends- Hermione will surely head straight to those spots and try to get you to talk about your feelings. Instead you head up the many flights of stairs to the Astronomy tower. The fresh air cools your flushed face, and you take a deep breath willing yourself to shake it off. You lean against one of the railings and stare at the black lake as it ripples from the wind. You close your eyes and think back to when you got asked to the ball mere days ago. 

McGonagall is teaching you how to dance for the ball, boys on one side and girls on the other. You can practically hear Fred and George snicker as you repeatedly glance at their younger brother as the professor lectures the group on etiquette. Ron makes a joke and McGonagall calls him to dance with her, this time you do hear the twins snicker and you join them. 

Once everyone joins in, Ron partners off  with a random girl and you're left standing there alone. You and Ron always pair up for everything, you have since you were in diapers. George quickly swoops in and starts dramatically waltzing you around the room. 

“Mr. Weasley!” McGonagall calls, grabbing everyone’s attention and placing it on you two. “Miss. (Y/L/N) is a young lady, not a rag doll, treat her as such.”

You hide your face in George’s chest, partly from embarrassment from all of the eyes, and partly to hide your giggles. 

“Of course, Professor,” George stands taller and he gracefully leads you through the steps. “I wouldn’t want to hurt dear (Y/N) here. Who else would help me prank Ron?”

You refuse to meet George’s eyes after the two of you see the girl in Ron’s arms giggling at something that he’s said. Usually you're the only one to giggle and laugh at Ron’s jokes, the only one affected by his ‘charm’. George elegantally spins you out and then back into his arms, trying to get you to cheer up and get your mind off of Ron. 

“Ow!” Ron’s partner cries.

Smirking, George leans in and whispers in your ear, “Ickle Ronniekins can’t keep his eyes off of you. Even stepped on his partner’s foot ‘cause he can’t look away.” 

“He’s not looking at me George,” you push the older boy away so he can watch you roll your eyes at him. 

“He stares at you constantly, (Y/N/N),” George frowns at your obliviousness. “He’s been in love with you since he met you, you two always understood each other on a different level than the rest of us.”

“If Ron liked me he would have asked me to the ball already, and he wouldn’t be drooling at Fleur’s feet,” your answer is short and snappy. “Can we just focus on dancing again?”

“Go with me,” it comes out more as a request than a question. “Freddie wants to take Angelina and I’m not going to get in the way of that. We can have fun and make Ronniekins jealous.”

“I don’t know about Ron getting jealous, but it would be fun,” you grin at the red head. “I’m sorry about the Angelina thing.”

“So you’ll be my date?” he ignores the second half of your statement, not wanting to dwell on his twin taking his crush to the ball. 

“I guess,” you tease, your giant smile giving away your excitement. 

“Wicked!” he cheers.

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“Who do you think is taking (Y/N)?” Ron asks George, not bothering to lower his voice, even though Padma is standing beside him. Ron had been openly staring at you since you admitted that you have a date, and he kept asking who, but you never answered because you agreed with George not to tell anyone.

“Ickle Ronniekins, you should have asked her sooner,” George teases with a smirk. Both your date’s and your crush’s jaws drop slightly as you make your way down the stairs. 

Your hair is pulled back in an updo, you and Hermione did each other's hair and makeup this morning. You're in a flowy silver dress, giving you an angelic appearance. Your mother even sent her best jewelry to finish off the look. 

“Whoa, (Y/N/N)?” Ron asks, eyes wide and jaw practically on the floor. Padma rolls her eyes at Ron, clearly regretting being his date already. “You look-whoa.”

“You look quite handsome yourself Ron,” you giggle lightly as you take in his old colorful dress robes. Most people would laugh at how ridiculous they look, but Ron can somehow pull the look off.  

“You look smashing, Miss. (Y/L/N),” you giggle again as George grabs your hand and places a kiss on it. 

“Oh thank you Mr. Weasley, you look,” you let your eyes drag over George in his black dress robes as you come up with a compliment. “Striking.” 

“Shall we love?” George puts his arm out to lead you into the Great Hall that the teachers transformed into a beautiful ballroom for the night. You catch a quick peek at Ron as you slip your hand into the crook of his brother's arm, and the young boy looks livid. His face is almost as red as his hair, his jaw locked, and a glare that could level even George if the older Weasley saw it. 

You can feel eyes watching your every move, but you elect to ignore it, instead focusing on George as he twirls you from song to song. No matter how disappointed you both may be that neither of you got to go with your crush, you don’t let it affect your spirits, instead both of you push those thoughts to the back of your minds and have fun as friends. 

“I could use a drink,” you holler to George after two hours on the dance floor and he leads you to the table Ron and Harry are sitting at.

“Stay here,” he takes his coat off and drapes it on the seat you plop down in. “I’ll go get us some punch.”

“Why aren’t you guys out there dancing?” you turn to Ron and Harry, then glancing at the dance floor where Padma and Parvati are dancing with some boys from Beauxbatons.

“Cho is with Cedric,” Harry grumbles, while Ron just glares behind your back.

“One punch for you my lady,” George does a stupid bow as he hands you your glass.

“Why thank you kind sir,” your giggle is cut off by an irritated scoff coming from Ron.

“Is there something you’d like to say Ickle Ronniekins?” George goads him.

“What's wrong Ron?” you ask at the same time, reaching out to touch his shoulder. 

“Bloody hell, you’re what's wrong,” Ron exclaims, and you're thankful the Twisted Sisters are too loud for anyone further than your table to have heard him. 

“Don’t talk to her like that,” George defends you, but it only seems to make it worse.

“What did I do wrong, Ron?” you fiddle with the bracelet that your mum sent you. 

“Come with me, hurry,” Ron pulls you out of the ballroom, up two flights of stairs, down a hallway, and into an alcove hidden by drapery. 

“What has gotten into you?” you finally ask when you two are hidden from prying eyes and ears. 

“How could you go with George?” he ignores your question, pacing back and forth in front of you.

“Because he asked me? Because he was the only one to ask me,” your voice cracks ever so slightly.

“I asked you,” you level your oldest friend with a glare.

“Out of desperation! You asked me as a last resort, Ron, not because you actually wanted to go with me! George at least asked me to go as friends,” angry tears are fighting to breach the surface. “You were too interested in trying to get Fleur to go with you to even consider asking me until you had no other choice.”

“I didn’t think you’d have a date,” he pitters off, not knowing how to save himself.

“Godrick Ron, can you even hear yourself? Do you think that low of me that no one would ask me?”

“But why George of all people?” he asks again, sounding like a broken record. 

“Is that it? Am I not good enough for your brother in your eyes?” you laugh humorlessly. “All those years of friendship and you truly think so low of me…” 

“He knows you’re off limits!” he says out loud, but by the look on his face he clearly meant to keep that thought on the inside.

“I’m not one of your chess pieces, Ron, I’m a person with feelings. You can’t just stake a claim on me-” he cuts off your rant.

“He knows I love you!” his words have so much conviction behind them that you're momentarily stunned. 

“What?” your moth is gaping open like a fish.

“I love you,” he says again like it isn’t the most heavy and meaningful thing he could possibly say. “I don’t ask you to the Ball sooner because I didn’t want you to reject me.”

“You love me?” you can’t seem to wrap your head around the fact that he feels the same.

“Bloody Hell (Y/N), how many times to I have to say it? I love y-” he’s cut off by your lips desperately colliding with his.

“I love you too,” you sigh, resting your forehead on Ron’s. “George only asked me to make you jealous.”

“I’m going to beat him with his bludger,” Ron steps back ready to go fight his brother.

“You can do that later, how about we go back to the Ball so I can dance with my boyfriend,” you lace your fingers with his and pull him back towards the Great Hall. Ron has a dopey smile on his face the whole way down, you called him your boyfriend. 

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[panandinpain0]

can I make a rEquEST I’m new to this so sorry if it sounds weird 😭😭 can I req a cedric (yes I’m basic) x male hufflepuff where the readers the year below him- at the triwiz tourney and ball it’s revealed he’s the cousin of krum or delacour? Specific I know 😭

Cousins?

Dw hon, I'm basic too <3

I'm going with Delacour, idk why I just feel more inclined to do her- so you're Fleur Delacour's little brother!

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Requested by: Anon

Cedric Diggory x Male!Hufflepuff!Delacour!Reader

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(Y/N) and Cedric had been friends since (Y/N)'s first year. They'd met at his welcoming feast and became fast friends, even though they couldn't really go to class together (seeing as the classes were separated by year) but whenever they weren't attending class you'd see them together.

Now it was the Triwizard Tournament, and Cedric had been chosen.

"You what?" (Y/N) muttered through the toast in his mouth.

"Don't talk with your mouth full- and I was chosen as a champion for the Triwizard Tournament," Cedric shot back playfully.

It was the day after his (and Harry's) name had been drawn, but (Y/N) was recovering from a week-long cold in the hospital wing. (Y/N) had really wanted to go but Madame Pomfrey insisted he stayed until he was better.

"Okay mom-" (Y/N) mocked after he'd swallowed his toast, turning his full attention to Cedric. "So you're actually going to compete?"

"Well-" Cedric shrugged halfheartedly- "Yeah. Do I really have a choice?"

"I'd like to think so," (Y/N) argued back, not backing down.

"It's not like I can just ask them to pull another name out of the goblet-"

"That's exactly what you can do!"

"Why are you fighting so hard for this? Aren't you happy for me?" Cedric asked, the fire fading from his voice near the end of his sentence.

(Y/N) sighed and shook his head, looking around the hall for a second.

"It's not that I'm not happy for you Cedric, I'm just... worried. You could die, Cedric. This tournament was banned for years for a reason. I have no idea why those idiots decided to bring it back." (Y/N) scoffed and started eating again, not that he was very hungry anymore.

"Hey, 'those idiots' includes our Headmaster."

"I meant what I said. The man who's supposed to be protecting us and have our best interests at heart is sending you- and other students- into a dragons den!" (Y/N) replied heatedly. "To hell with him."

Cedric didn't know what to say to that, he had a point.

"I'm sorry you don't like it, but I'm doing it, (Y/N)," Cedric warned him with a determined look on his face.

"I know, that's what I'm so afraid of. You're my best friend, Cedric. If you die, I don't-"

"Well, I'm not going to be dying so you don't have to worry about it." Cedric so badly wanted to reach across the table and take (Y/N)'s hand- but he didn't.

"You can't promise that." (Y/N) shook his head, not looking at Cedric.

They left it at that, changing the subject and getting on with their lives. Until the first task started to approach.

"I was just joking when I said they were sending you into a dragons den, I didn't think there'd be actual dragons!" (Y/N)'s strained voice whispered across the table to Cedric at the library.

"I didn't either, but Harry told me so now I'm ahead of the other champions."

(Y/N) worried his bottom lip, "I hope Fleur and Viktor find out soon..."

"I'm sure they'll be fine, if Harry knows everybody else probably knows too. Anyways, I've been studying up on some things I can use to get past the dragon, and I figured my best shot would be transfiguration. What do you think?"

"Well, you know how shit I am at transfiguration so I don't know, but I can't think of anything else. I just hope it works."

"It will." He sounded like he was reassuring himself more than anything.

...

"Alright, I've got to go-" Cedric motioned to the champions tent outside the stadium. "Make sure you have a good view," he joked, sending (Y/N) a wink.

"Wait, Cedric!" (Y/N) caught him by his wrist and pulled him in for a hug, arms around his waist as he tried to stop himself from tucking his face into Cedric's neck.

"Please be careful. Don't die."

Cedric, though surprised at first, wrapped his arms around (Y/N)'s shoulders, holding him tight. Pressing his face into (Y/N) hair he let his fear take over for a moment before he responded.

"I'll be careful, don't worry. And when it's done we'll go flying on our brooms together."

Eventually they parted, and Cedric gave what he hoped was a confident smile to his best friend, who nodded and weakly smiled back.

...

"You idiot!" Was the first thing Cedric heard after the tent flap opened.

Chuckling as Madame Pomfrey spread the salve over his burns, Cedric held out his hand to (Y/N).

"Hello to you too."

Pulling up a chair (Y/N) took hold of Cedric's hand and sat next to his cot.

"You're an idiot. I told you to be careful!"

"I know what you're saying is coming from a place of love so I won't take it seriously," Cedric joked again, squeezing (Y/N)'s hand in reassurance.

(Y/N) held Cedric's hand in both of his, pressing a kiss to his knuckles subconsciously. Heat flooded Cedric's face, and not from his burns.

"You're such an idiot," (Y/N) mumbled, still not noticing what he had done and the effect it had had on his best friend. "You could have died."

"But I didn't," Cedric managed to whisper out.

(Y/N) merely glared at him, not letting go of his hand. Madame Pomfrey finished wrapping his wounds and went to check on the other champions, leaving the boys alone.

"Hey," Cedric nudged (Y/N)'s chin with his captured hand, smiling at him. "I'm okay. I'm not dead, I'm right here."

Brows creased and tears pooling in his eyes, (Y/N) took in a deep breath and nodded, blinking them away before moving closer to Cedric's bedside. His elbows were on the side of the cot and still held Cedric's hand, staring into his eyes.

"You didn't die."

"I did not."

"Okay." (Y/N) took in another breath and closed his eyes, putting his forehead on their joined hands. "Are you in pain?"

"Some, but Pomfrey gave me some stuff for it."

"Good. Want me to beat up the dragon for you?"

Cedric guffawed and (Y/N) joined him, the two falling into laughter.

...

Staring at the egg on the table in the Hufflepuff common room, (Y/N) shook his head in dismay.

"It's only been a week, we still have time to figure it out, (Y/N)," Cedric startled him out of his thoughts.

"I know, but the sooner we know the better, that way we can find a way of beating the next task," (Y/N) shot back, turning the egg a bit on the table.

Cedric just let out an amused sigh, plopping down on the couch next to him.

"So, have you heard about this ball thing?" (Y/N) asked casually, wanting to gossip like they usually did.

Sitting up from his slouched position, Cedric gulped down his nerves and nodded.

"Uh, yes! Yeah, the Yule Ball, right?"

"Apparently we're supposed to be taking a dancing class for it," (Y/N) made a face as he wrote something down on his parchment, looking back up at the egg.

"About the ball, I was wondering..." Cedric trailed off uncertainly, looking at (Y/N)'s distracted state.

"Wondering?" (Y/N) put down his quill and looked to Cedric.

"Wondering if you'd like to go with me to the ball?"

(Y/N) blinked in shock and then his eyebrows slanted down.

"Like... as friends, or...?" (Y/N) trailed off, licking his lips as he suddenly found himself panicked.

"Um, no. Not- well, unless you'd like it to be as friends because that's completely f-"

"Yes. Yes, I'd like to go to the Yule Ball with you as not friends." (Y/N) smiled at him, his hands finding the loose thread in the common room couch very fascinating.

"Good, that's- that's good!" Cedric leaned forward and kept nodding.

They sat for a moment in awkward silence, sharing nervous looks every once in a while.

"Who do you think Harry will ask?" (Y/N) suddenly wondered aloud, picturing the awkward, bumbling boy in his year trying to ask someone out- curious as to who all of the champions will ask.

"You don't think he'll as Hermione, will you?" Cedric responded, giving in to the gossip.

"Oh, no- Ron's in love with her. Harry would never," (Y/N) stated like it was common sense.

"Wait Ron's in love with Hermione?"

And that's how the rest of the night went, the egg eventually being ignored.

...

"Do we really have to walk out in front of everybody? That seems a bit dramatic..."

"We're not just walking out, dearest, we're dancing in front of them too," Cedric teased, moving his eyebrows up and down to try and lighten the mood.

"That's not better, Diggory." (Y/N) frowned at him.

"I know, I'm sorry. I won't be that bad, just focus on me and you'll be fine," he reassured his best fr- boyfriend? They'd gone on a couple of dates since he'd asked him out to the ball, and it'd been like a dream come true.

They were lined up outside the doors of the Great Hall with Harry and Parvati standing behind them.

"Alright champions and companions, time to dance," Professor McGonagall opened the doors and out they went.

"Oh my god I can't believe I'm actually doing this," (Y/N) whispered to Cedric as they made it to the middle of the room, everybody's eyes on them. Well, the champions, which included them.

"Just look at me. None of them matter, not right now, just look at me." Cedric looked into (Y/N)'s eyes and they joined hands, dancing as the music started.

...

"I'll be honest, Ced, I did not expect to have this much fun tonight," (Y/N) revealed, taking a sip of the butterbeer that Cedric had gotten him.

"You didn't expect to have fun at a ball with your boyfriend?" Cedric asked incrediously.

"Boyfriend?" (Y/N) looked caught off guard, staring at Cedric with wide eyes.

Cedric stammered, "I- well, you- and we- I just thought..." he trailed off at the sight of (Y/N)'s blushing face.

"Boyfriend, hmm?" a new voice interrupted their conversation.

Head's whipping to see who the new person was, the boys felt almost relieved to have someone interuppt.

"Fleur, hey!" (Y/N) tried to act natural as Fleur pulled him into a hug.

"It is nice to finally get to talk to you again cousin! It feels as though I have hardly seen you while I've been here!"

"Cousin?" Cedric cut in, glancing between Fleur and (Y/N).

"Well, it is a big castle!" (Y/N) chuckled nervously, having forgotten he never told Cedric.

"Yes, (Y/N) here is my cousin. He grew up with me in France! Did he not tell you?" Fleur glanced between the two Hufflepuffs, sensing she'd said something she shouldn't have.

"I hadn't gotten the chance, it never came up." (Y/N) shrugged and smiled apologetically at Cedric.

"By the way, Mama says you need to write her back. 'Aunts deserve attention to, you know' were her exact words. Anyways, I will leave you with your boyfriend. Au revoir!" Fleur twirled away, making her way towards Roger Davies, the Ravenclaw she had asked to the ball.

"So, you're a Delacour, huh?" Cedric tried to joke.

"Not technically, if it helps? My mom is Fleur's mom's sister. She married my dad who's from Ireland, and they live there now, but we visited France a lot growing up," (Y/N) rambled, trying to tell him all now to make up for not telling him before.

Cedric nodded and looked down at his drink.

"Listen, it never real came up and I just kept forgetting, please don't take it too hard."

"It's not that." Cedric shook his head.

"Oh... well, we hadn't really talked about it yet, so I was just surprised."

"You aren't mad that I called you my boyfriend?"

"I would've preferred we'd talked about it before but I'm open to that conversation," (Y/N) chuckled out his response.

Cedric looked relieved.

"Care to dance?" he set down his cup and held out his hand to (Y/N), who took it.

"Gladly," he laughed back.

And they were happy, even if just for that night. In truth they were happy until the third task...

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Hope you liked it Anon! Idk if you wanted that much background but I didn't feel good about just jumping into the Yule Ball scene.

Lots of love to ya!

-Author Max <3

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[mybutcheredtongue]

I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

post azkaban sirius black x fem!reader

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE (see full series list here)

1993

The walls of the Hall have all been covered in sparkling silver frost, with hundreds of garlands of mistletoe and ivy crossing the starry black ceiling. The House tables have vanished; instead, there are about a hundred smaller, lantern-lit ones, each seating about a dozen people. Enchanted snowflakes fall gently through the air, melting before they hit the ground.

The champions enter the room, lead by Minerva, with their partners, and your eyes immediately fall on Harry, who looks like he's very focused on not tripping over his own feet. On his arm, is his fellow Gryffindor, Parvati Patil. She seems to be in her element, beaming out at everyone as they make their way up the Hall towards the top table where the judges are seated.

Cedric Diggory walks with Cho Chang, Fleur Delacour with Roger Davies, and to your shock, Viktor Krum with Hermione. She's wearing a beautiful, flowy, periwinkle blue dress and she's slicked her hair back into an elegant bun at the back of her head. She smiles nervously at you and you even notice that something's different about her smile — her front teeth are far smaller than before.

They reach the top table and you spy Percy Weasley sitting in the fifth chair at the table, looking very well-to-do as Harry takes a seat beside him.

"Why is Percy Weasley here?" You say to Minerva as she sits down beside you at your less important staff table. You wish you were up at that top table and could get a few digs in at Karkaroff, keep an eye on him, but you're stuck here instead with the rest of the teachers. "And where's Crouch?"

"He's ill, apparently," she replies, glancing up at the table. "Weasley has come as his representative."

"I can't say I'm unhappy that he's absent," you say quietly, as you pluck your menu from the table and give it a once-over. "He'd put a damper on the mood."

Minerva nods. "He is quite sour, isn't he?"

You're not quite sure what to do with your menu — there's no waiters and the plates are empty. Then, to your rescue, Dumbledore looks pointedly at his plate and says very loud and clear, "Pork chops!"

And pork chops appear. Getting the idea, everyone else starts placing their orders with their plates and food appears.

Hagrid sits beside you, gazing up at the top table before giving a small wave. Following his eye line, you see Madame Maxime return it and you can't help but smile at the exchange. How cute.

When everyone has finished eating, Dumbledore stands up and motions for everyone to do the same. With a wave of his hand, all the tables are pushed up against the walls, then he conjures up a stage along the right wall, various instruments set on it.

The Weird Sisters troop onto stage, dressed in black robes that are artfully ripped and tattered and torn, and pick up their instruments. The champions and their partners stand up, and you catch Harry tripping over his dress robes as he stands up, before walking out onto the floor with Parvati.

The champions dance for about half a minute before Dumbledore steps out onto the floor, taking Madame Maxime with him. He's so dwarfed by her that the top of his pointy hat is just barely brushing the tip of her chin.

You extend your hand out to Minerva, bowing lowly with the other behind your back. "Care for a dance?"

She places he hand on yours, smiling, leading you gracefully out onto the floor. By now, nearly everyone has joined in and is dancing together on the floor. Even Moody is doing an extremely clumsy two-step with Professor Vector, who is nervously avoiding his wooden leg. You raise your eyebrows at her as you pass and she gives a look that suggests she'd rather jump off the Astronomy Tower than continue dancing with Moody.

You have quite an enjoyable night, swapping partners every dance and dancing with nearly every teacher in the school, except for Snape, Moody, and Karkaroff, who you warily avoid like the plague — but who also seem to be avoiding the dance floor entirely.

Out of breath, you make your way outside for some fresh air, loitering beside the freshly trimmed rose bushes that are glittering with fairy lights. You bend down slightly and bring one rose to your nose, inhaling its sweet flowery scent, when you hear a voice that positively grates your ears.

"...don't see what there is to fuss about, Igor."

"Severus, you cannot pretend this isn't happening!" Comes Karkaroff's anxious and hushed voice. "It's been getting clearer and clearer for months. I am becoming seriously concerned, I can't deny it — "

"Then flee," Snape says curtly. "Flee — I will make your excuses. I, however, am remaining at Hogwarts."

Snape and Karkaroff come around the corner, Snape blasting rose bushes apart with his wand. He blasts the one next to you, and two students sprint away from out behind it.

"Ten points from Ravenclaw, Fawcett!" He snarls as the girl runs past him. "And ten from Hufflepuff, too, Stebbins!" His eyes land on you and he fails to hide his grimace. "And what are you doing out here?"

"Getting some fresh air," you respond simply, crossing your arms. "And what are you doing out here, Severus?"

"Ah, well, excuse me," Karkaroff says nervously, brushing past you with a polite smile. "I should get back to the party..."

You raise your eyebrows, turning back to Snape's scowling face expectantly.

"I am doing my job," he says snippily. "Perhaps you ought to do the same and watch the students inside, rather than coming outside for a little personal excursion."

"Is your head on a little excursion up your own — "

Madame Maxime suddenly rushes past you, eyes on the ground and looking very put-out. She passes you and disappears into the Entrance Hall.

" — arse?"

Snape's nostrils flare and for a second he looks like he's about to jinx you, but instead he just bristles past you, purposefully knocking your shoulder as he passes.

Later, when the Weird Sisters play their final song at midnight, several students make their way out of the Great Hall and you too follow in their footsteps out into the Entrance Hall. However, just as you've left the Great Hall, you spot Karkaroff skulking up the stairs, glancing around him furtively like he's got something to hide.

Intrigued, you follow him up the stairs, keeping a small gap between the two of you and looking away when he glances back at you. Then he veers off to the left into another corridor, walking fast, and just as you're about to follow him you hear muffled crying coming from the next flight of stairs.

You look up and there, sitting on one of the steps with her head in her knees, is Hermione, her body shaking with sobs. You should go make sure she's alright.

But this might be your chance to see what Karkaroff's up to! You look down the corridor at Karkaroff, your opportunity to keep up with him quickly slipping the more time you dwell on your decision.

You look back at Hermione, and her sobs take over your judgement and you hurry up the stairs towards her. You sit down on the step beside her, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Hermione?"

She lifts her head, eyes widening madly when she sees you. "P-professor!"

"Relax, Hermione," you say gently. "What happened?"

She bites her lip and looks away from you, drawing in a shaky breath and shaking her head. "N-nothing, nothing at all. It's s-silly, really."

You rub your hand along her arm soothingly. "Was it a boy?"

Her eyebrows raise slightly. "I told you it was silly."

You give her a sympathetic smile. "Been there. Teenage boys are stupid, Hermione. They were stupid when I was young and they're stupid now."

She sighs. "Do they ever stop being stupid?"

You give a light chuckle. "Eventually. Eventually they grow up and mature and start to actually use their heads."

You sigh, pulling her closer to you so she can rest her head on your shoulder as you continue to rub her arm soothingly. "You look beautiful tonight, Hermione. I can't believe how grown up you look."

"It's tiring," she says softly. "My hair took so long to do and it didn't even last the night." She gestures to her hair, which has become more dishevelled than it was at the start of the night, wisps of hair slipping out of the elegant knot and brushing her shoulders.

"I know. I have a million pins in mine and I haven't even got a date tonight!"

Hermione chuckles and you sigh, shaking your head. She yawns loudly, her eyelids drooping sleepily.

You pat her shoulder. "Alright, off to bed with you. I'm surprised you haven't collapsed yet with the amount of times I seen you out on the dance floor."

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A few days before the first day of term after Christmas, you sit at the staff table during breakfast, watching patiently as the post arrives. A barn owl swoops through the air towards you, dropping a copy of The Daily Prophet on the table in front of you. You grab it, pulling the twine off of it and unfolding it to read the front page.

DUMBLEDORE'S GIANT MISTAKE

Albus Dumbledore, eccentric Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, has never been afraid to make controversial staff appointments, writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent. In September of this year, he hired Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, the notoriously jinx-happy ex-Auror, to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, a decision that caused many raised eyebrows at the Ministry of Magic, given Moody’s well-known habit of attacking anybody who makes a sudden movement in his presence. Mad-Eye Moody, however, looks responsible and kindly when set beside the part-human Dumbledore employs to teach Care of Magical Creatures.

Rubeus Hagrid, who admits to being expelled from Hogwarts in his third year, has enjoyed the position of gamekeeper at the school ever since, a job secured for him by Dumbledore. Last year, however, Hagrid used his mysterious influence over the headmaster to secure the additional post of Care of Magical Creatures teacher, over the heads of many better-qualified candidates.

An alarmingly large and ferocious-looking man, Hagrid has been using his newfound authority to terrify the students in his care with a succession of horrific creatures. While Dumbledore turns a blind eye, Hagrid has maimed several pupils during a series of lessons that many admit to being "very frightening."

"I was attacked by a hippogriff, and my friend Vincent Crabbe got a bad bite off a flobberworm," says Draco Malfoy, a fourth-year student. "We all hate Hagrid, but we’re just too scared to say anything."

Hagrid has no intention of ceasing his campaign of intimidation, however. In conversation with a Daily Prophet reporter last month, he admitted breeding creatures he has dubbed "Blast-Ended Skrewts," highly dangerous crosses between manticores and fire-crabs. The creation of new breeds of magical creature is, of course, an activity usually closely observed by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Hagrid, however, considers himself to be above such petty restrictions. "I was just having some fun," he says, before hastily changing the subject.

As if this were not enough, the Daily Prophet has now unearthed evidence that Hagrid is not — as he has always pretended — a pure-blood wizard. He is not, in fact, even pure human. His mother, we can exclusively reveal, is none other than the giantess Fridwulfa, whose whereabouts are currently unknown.

Bloodthirsty and brutal, the giants brought themselves to the point of extinction by warring amongst themselves during the last century. The handful that remained joined the ranks of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and were responsible for some of the worst mass Muggle killings of his reign of terror.

While many of the giants who served He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named were killed by Aurors working against the Dark Side, Fridwulfa was not among them. It is possible she escaped to one of the giant communities still existing in foreign mountain ranges. If his antics during Care of Magical Creatures lessons are any guide, however, Fridwulfa’s son appears to have inherited her brutal nature.

In a bizarre twist, Hagrid is reputed to have developed a close friendship with the boy who brought around You-Know-Who’s fall from power — thereby driving Hagrid’s own mother, like the rest of You-Know-Who’s supporters, into hiding. Perhaps Harry Potter is unaware of the unpleasant truth about his large friend — but Albus Dumbledore surely has a duty to ensure that Harry Potter, along with his fellow students, is warned about the dangers of associating with part-giants.

You mouth drops open and you hurriedly nudge Minerva beside you, shoving the paper in her face. You watch as her eyes travel down the page and her frown deepens as she reads on.

"What a horrid woman," she spits, folding the paper disapprovingly and handing it back to you. "That explains why Hagrid isn't at breakfast this morning."

You glance down the table, noticing the clear absence of the large man.

"How dare she?" you snap, feeling your anger flare. "Come into this school just to spread such a thing...why, the next time I see her — "

"You'll hold your tongue," Minerva cuts across warningly, giving you a wary look. "You'll hold your tongue and you won't get involved."

"Why shouldn't I? Someone needs to put her in her place and — "

"You know why." She glances down the table, sighing. "If you get on that woman's bad side, she will pull up everything she can on you. Absolutely everything. You know well you will not survive that."

You bite your lip, sighing dejectedly. "You're right...I just — she deserves to be humbled."

Minerva hums in agreement. "I know, I know."

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[kakusu-shipping]

Emile Hides - He/She

Agender - Gendercute - Fray/Panromantic - Asexual - Polyam

24 years old

Autistic - OCD - URAD - Anxiety

Age Regressor - Permakid - Age Locked

Proship - Self Ship - Fudanshi

Art Tag: Emile’s Arts

Writing Tag: Emile’s Writing

Edit Tag: Emile's Edits

This is my Ship and Let Ship blog where I post about ships I like, Self Ship as loudly as possible, write X Readers curated to me and me alone, and ramble about my F/Os in the tags of other people’s posts.

Full F/O list under the cut (Very Long)

Romantic F/Os

Koro-Sensei - Assassination Classroom

Toshinori Yagi (All Might) - My Hero Academia

Nezu - My Hero Academia

Mashirao Ojiro + Neito Monoma + Hitoshi Shinso - My Hero Academia

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum) + Kendo Rappa - My Hero Academia

Atsuhiro Sako (Mr. Compress) + Jin Bubaigawa (Twice) - My Hero Academia

All For One - My Hero Academia

Makarov Dreyar - Fairy Tail

Toma E. Fiore + Mako - Fairy Tail

Jackpot - Fairy Tail/OC

Zanoba Shirone - Jobless Reincarnation

Leuvis - The Promised Neverland

Kyube - Madoka Magica

Isaac - Castlevania

Ginko - Mushishi

Takashi Morinozuka - Ouran Highschool Host Club

Tetsuo Takahashi - Interviews with Monster Girls

Kometani Chushaku + Naruse Shisuto - Komi Can't Communicate

Shouko Kirishima + Yuuji Sakamoto - Baka and Test

Masato Hanzawa - Sasaki and Miyano/Hirano and Kagiura

Gonzaburo Taishiro - Sasaki and Miyano/Hirano and Kagiura

Franky Franklin - Spy X Family

Riri - Romantic Killer

Junta Hayami - Romantic Killer

Harunobu Nikaidou - March comes in like a Lion

Otsu + Minegishi - Manly Appetites

Muta - The Cat Returns

Scorpia - She-Ra

Bismuth + Peridot + Lapis - Steven Universe

Eda Clawthorn + Raine Whispers - The Owl House

Hieronymus Bump - The Owl House

Good Billions + Bad Billions - Kipo and the age of the Wonderbeasts

Tad Mullholand - Kipo and the age of the Wonderbeasts

Alfur - Hilda

Big Macintosh - My Little Pony

Ruby Gloom + Skull Boy - Ruby Gloom

The Snork - Moominvalley 2019

Lynn Angel + Nick Hoult - All Saints Street

Teddy - Bob's Burgers

Sisu - Raya and the Last Dragon

Zack Binspin - Moshi Monsters

Allhands - Drawga

Gyorik Rogdul + Grendan Highforge + Rosé - Drawtectives

James - Pokemon Anime

N - Pokemon Black/White

Drayden - Pokemon Black/White

Lillie - Pokemon Sun/Moon

Molayne + Sophocles - Pokemon Sun/Moon

Guzma - Pokemon Masters

Milo + Gordie - Pokemon Sword/Shield

Clavell - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Jacq + Saguaro + Salvatore + Hassel - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Kieran + Drayton - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Hydreigon - Pokemon Black/White2

Chesnaught - Pokemon XY

Inteleon - Pokemon Sword/Shield

Armarouge (Charlos) - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Bloodmoon Ursaluna - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Sirfetch'd - Pokemon Anime

Captain Pikachu - Pokemon Anime

Heracross - Monster Mind

Smeargle + Kecleon - Monster Mind

Mario + Luigi - Super Mario

C.Q. Cumber - Splatoon 2

Mr. Grizz - Splatoon 3

Jel La Fleur - Splatoon 3

Isabelle + Tom Nook + Redd + Brewster - Animal Crossing

Papyrus - Undertale

Vulkin - Undertale

Swatchlings - Deltarune

Viktor Humphries - Slime Rancher

Dick Gumshoe - Ace Attorney

Raymond Sheilds - Ace Attorney

Phineas Flilch - Ace Attorney

Hifumi Yamada + Celestia Ludenburgh - Danganronpa 1

Teruteru Hanamura - Danganronpa 2

Toko Fukawa + Genocide Jack - Danganronpa UDG

Ryoma Hoshi + Gonta Gokuhara - Danganronpa V3

Monokuma - Danganronpa series

Shirokuma - Danganronpa series

Kyle Klim (K) + Luna - Virtue's Last Reward

GTM-CM-G-OLM - Virtue's Last Reward

Kazuaki Nanaki + Hitori Uzune - Hatoful Boyfriend

The King - Hatoful Boyfriend

Zenyatta - Overwatch

Ramattra - Overwatch

B.O.B. + Bars - Overwatch

Maximillien - Overwatch

Lynx17 - Overwatch

Iggy - Overwatch

Toy Freddy + Funtime Freddy - Five Nights at Freddy's AU

Nightmare Fredbear - Five Nights at Freddy's 4

Sun - Five Nights at Freddy's Security Breach

Leshy - Inscryption

Magnificus - Inscryption

Theodore DaCabe (The New Prince) - Chzo Mythos

Anna (The Huntress) - Dead by Daylight

Al-An - Subnautica Below Zero

Mae Borowski - Night in the Woods

Candyman - Lethal League

Gabocha - Suikoden 2

Richmond - Suikoden 2

Neclord - Suikoden 2

Luca Blight - Suikoden 2

Andras - Hell's Library

Jill Wolcott - Wayward Children

Reed + Leigh - Middlegame

Queerplatonics/Metamours

Aguri Yukimura - Assassination Classroom - Queerplatonic

Mei Hatsume - My Hero Academia - Queerplatonic

Rikiya Yostubashi (ReDestro) - My Hero Academia - Queerplatonic

Reedus Jonah - Fairy Tail - Queerplatonic

Pantherlily - Fairy Tail - Queerplatonic

Peridot - Steven Universe - Queerplatonic

Nemona - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Queerplatonic

Raifort - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Queerplatonic

Bowser - Super Mario - Queerplatonic

Cobb - Animal Crossing - Queerplatonic

Genocider Syo (Genocide Jack/Jill) - Danganronpa UDG - Queerplatonic

Winston - Overwatch - Queerplatonic

Goobert - Inscryption - Queerplatonic

Neito Monoma + Hitoshi Shinso - My Hero Academia - Metamours

Naruse Shisuto - Komi Can't Communicate - Metamour

Minegishi - Manly Appetites - Metamour

Baron Humbert Gon Gikkingen - The Cat Returns - Metamour

Lapis Lazuli - Steven Universe - Metamour

Nick Hoult - All Saints Street - Metamour

Brassius - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Metamour

Princess Peach + Princess Daisy + Prince Peasely - Super Mario - Metamours

Shuu Iwamine - Hatoful Boyfriend - Metamour

Abra - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Grovyle - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Buizel - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Rhydon - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Sandslash - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Lucario - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Drayden - Pokemon Black/White - Trainer

Wilkstrom - Pokemon X/Y - Trainer

Salvatore - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Trainer

Shiintonic - Pokemon Anime - Partner

Stoutland (Rusty) - Pokemon Black/White2 - Partner

Mincinno (Nezu) - Pokemon Sword/Shield - Partner

Armarouge (Charlos) - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Partner

Koraidon - Pokemon Scarlet - Partner

Ogerpon (Clementine) - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Partner

Weavile - Pokemon - Partner

Familials

Heatran + Entei - Pokemon - Parents

Marlo + Dora - Animal Crossing - Parents

Ginko + Adashino - Mushishi - Parents

Tony Mario - Mario Movie - Father

Mr. Grizz - Splatoon 3 - Father

William Afton - FNaF Series - Father

Ridley Wizen - Suikoden 2 - Father

Frank Columbo - Columbo - Father

Opal - Pokemon Sword/Shield - Mother

Briar - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Mother

Beware - Pokemon Anime - Mother

Toriel - Undertale - Mother

Reaper Leviathan - Subnautica - Mother

Alder - Pokemon Black/White - Parental Figure

Toadsworth - Super Mario - Parental Figure

Mondatta - Overwatch - Parental Figure

Nezu - My Hero Academia - Parental Figure

Clavell - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Grandfather

Rizzo - Animal Crossing - Grandfather

Craig Cuttlefish - Splatoon - Grandfather

Kaoru Toudou - Baka and Test - Grandmother

Elvin Gadd - Super Mario - Uncle

Drayden - Pokemon Black/White - Uncle

Petri - Animal Crossing - Aunt

Elizabeth Afton - FNaF Series - Big Sister

Mitsuki Bakugo - My Hero Academia - Big Sister

Sekijiro Kan - My Hero Academia - Big Brother

Boris Wizen - Suikoden 2 - Big Brother

Micheal Afton - FNaF Series - Big Brother

Molayne - Pokemon Sun/Moon - Big Brother

Jelonzo - Splatoon - Big Brother

James Ratari - The Promised Neverland - Big Brother

Peter Ratari - The Promised Neverland - Little Brother

Victini - Pokemon Black/White - Little Brother

Arven - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Little Brother

Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye) - My Hero Academia - Twin Brother

Kyoya Ootori - Ouran Highschool Host Club - Found Sibling

Cyrus - Pokemon Platinum - Found Sibling

Genji Shimada - Overwatch - Found Sibling

Ramattra - Overwatch - Found Sibling

Micheal Bleak - Wayward Children - Found Sibling

Mario + Luigi - Super Mario - Cousins

Ingo + Emmet - Pokemon Black/White - Cousins

Callie + Marie - Splatoon - Cousins

Sophocles - Pokemon Sun/Moon - Cousin

Samson - Animal Crossing - Cousin

Ira Blood - All Saints Street - Cousin

Cosmog (Nebby) - Pokemon Sun/Moon - Daughter

Amy Rose - Sonic Series - Daughter

Berdly - Deltarune - Daughter

Akito Sohma - Fruits Basket - Daughter

Julie - Jobless Reincarnation - Daughter

Jack + Jill Wolcott - Wayward Children - Daughters

Bede + Allister - Pokemon Sword/Shield - Sons

Pecharunt (Momotaro) - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Son

Rabbid Luigi (Louis) - Mario + Rabbids - Son

Espio - Sonic Series - Son

Neito Monoma - My Hero Academia - Son

Inasa Yoarashi - My Hero Academia - Son

Ichiban Natsuno - Mix; Meisei Story - Son

Black Hat - Villainous - Son

The Collector - The Owl House - Son

Hastur - The Baby in Yellow - Son

Sam - Trick R' Treat - Child

Luz + King + Hunter - Kids

Bowser Jr. + Koopalings - Super Mario - Kids

The Lab Kids - Animal Crossing - Kids

Boss Salmonids - Splatoon 3 - Kids

Warriors of Hope - Danganronpa UDG - Kids

The Monokubs - Danganronpa V3 - Kids

Rosalina - Super Mario - Niece

Sonic + Tails - Sonic Series - Nephews

Jelfonzo - Splatoon - Nephew

Katsuki Bakugo - My Hero Academia - Nephew

Snufkin - Moominvalley 2019 - Nephew

Laxus Dreyar - Fairy Tail - Grandson

505 - Villainous - Grandson

Zanoba Shirone - Jobless Reincarnation - Student

The Squidbeak Splatoon - Splatoon - Family

The Rising Volt Tacklers - Family

Danganronpa V3 Cast - Danganronpa UDG - Family

The Fairy Tail Guild - Fairy Tail - Family

Class 3-E - Assassination Classroom - Family

Fatfam - My Hero Academia - Family

League of Villains - My Hero Academia - Family

The Sohmas - Fruits Basket - Family

The Evil Slasher Orphanage - Various - Family

Besties

Toshimitsu Kubo - Baka and Test

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[its-actually-minicika]

Hey!

I have an idea that just wouldn’t leave my head and as you might already know I really really love your work, you have an amazing talent! This could be a scenerio or idk. So I was thinking about the lake scene in the triwizard tournament, where the person they take from Viktor is Hermione, and my idea is that the reader gets taken the same way after going to the Yule ball with Borya. And like Aemond just cant find the reader and is really worried (you can decide if the confession already happend or not). And as the first champion comes up with their person he realises whats going on and he is worried and maybe jealous and all that. Maybe something even goes bad like it did with Fleurs little sister or something and later just cute reunion and stuff. The whole thing is just Aemond being worried and maybe really affecionate after the whole thing. I dont know if you like this or not, But I would love to see this. Anyway, sorry about this being so long! I hope you are doing okay, and I will continue loving everything you write! ❤️

Siren Calls

(HotD Hogwarts AU)

A scenario of what your life could look like in the HotD Hogwarts AU - it can be read as a stand-alone, as a prequel to the "Yule Ball" series, or as a one-shot all together;

Pairing: Aemond x Reader;

Warnings: mentions of blood and open wounds - other than that, this is pure fluff!

Author's Note: Ramielll!! This!! Is!! Everything!! Thank you so much for sharing your idea with me - it blew my mind completely, and I absolutely love it! I hope you don't mind that I adjusted your ask a little and made the lake scene happen before the Yule Ball takes place;

Your support and kind words mean everything to me, and I thank you for them from the bottom of my heart 😭💗 I'm not really proud of this, but I hope you still enjoy this little piece!

Also, I wanted to take a moment to address an ask that I received from @jamespotterismydaddy regarding more HotD!Hogwarts AU headcanons - I will post them soon, as well! I didn't just ignore your request :") But I first have to work on the 3d part for the Yule Ball, since the following headcanons will have a lot of spoilers for the series;

Six wizards go underwater. Do all of them swim back up?

Quietness washed over the secluded corner of the library - the only palpable noise being the aggressive scribble of Aemond's black feather.

"Sounds like you got a good lead over there..." (Y/N) whispered to him, lost in concentration, and fully engrossed in her Transfiguration paper.

"Hmm." The male replied, fighting back the urge to stop his writing and meet her feeble form, clashing his eyes with hers.

"Psst," She giggled into his ear, "Go slower, why won't you? At this rate, you'll be done way before I am."

Aemond felt his lips quirk up in a content smile. His hand came to a halt, and he finally glanced upon the girl's darkened orbs.

He drank in her distinctive features, reveling in her flushed cheeks and teasing smile. Fire surged within his veins, pumping both heart and loins alike. He tightened his fist below the table, cursing himself for the weakness she so easily caused him.

"Then you'd only have yourself to blame." He hushed right back, tickling her face with his warm breath.

The Gryffindor groaned and bit her cheek in grave frustration. Her eyes widened in feigned horror, and she gripped his shoulders tightly.

"No, no - do anything but leave me in the library all alone! My poor heart will not stand it!" She warned jokingly, though lacing her voice with a serious undertone.

Aemond let out a short breath, almost begrudgingly so, before he placed his big hand atop her head and affectionately patted her back in place.

"You know I'd never leave you to study alone." He remarked dryly, unamused. His words, although neutral and clear, faded in the light of his soft voice and downy eyes. "But that doesn't mean I'll stay here all night. You'll have to make more of an effort."

Another growl and a heartbeat later, (Y/N) pouted her lips and stuck out her tongue.

"Fine." She confirmed decidedly, "You'll see just how fast I can be. I bet you five Galleons I can finish even faster than you!"

The daring nature of Gryffindors shone through her, leaving Aemond both jaded and amused by it's wake. His chest filled with a fondness that scared him, but made him feel whole - complete - at the same time.

"Deal." Aemond piped back to her, leaning back on his chair smugly.

"Shake on it, then." The girl provoked him, with a wide smile etched on her face.

Both wizards brought their hand out in the greeting of the other, and soft fingers entwined with slim and long ones.

For a while, neither seemed to want to part. Together, they fit almost like a puzzle; their palms fell perfectly against the other - the Targaryen licked his lips tentatively, and turned his stare on their joined hands. If there was such a thing as humans made for a specific purpose, he was then sure his purpose was to love that girl.

(Y/N) swallowed thickly, and felt her cheeks turn into a shade of crimson. Before either could open their mouth to speak, the dull footsteps of another echoed through their quiet space.

"Ah, Miss (L/N), Mr Targaryen - Otto told me you might be here." The grave voice of Professor Daemon rung loudly atop their heads.

As quick as it came, their moment was gone, and both students reluctantly let go of their intimate bind.

"Professor Targaryen?" The girl inquired, surprised to see their DADA professor so late at night. She got up from her chair and made more room at their table for him, but Daemon only chuckled at her politeness, raising a hand to stop her in her tracks.

"Thank you, sweetling, but I won't be long. I've come to fetch you to Ott- Professor Hightower's office."

The two students exchanged a look of weariness, before Aemond rose up from his seat as well.

"Ah, not you, Mr Targaryen. Just Miss (L/N) will do just fine."

Aemond's mouth pressed into a tight line. His lilac eyes glared into his uncle's violet orbs, who only smirked at his nephiew's half-baked challenge.

"Professor, the hour is late. I should very much like to escort (Y/N) to my grandfather's office, as well."

Daemon fought back a bemused snicker. His eyebrows rose at his nephiew's suspense, and the man smirked slightly.

"Exactly, Aemond, the hour is late. Presumably, you both have classes tomorrow, is that correct? You could do with a good night's sleep."

Just like that, the conversation was over. Daemon placed his hand on the girl's back in a soothing manner, guiding her ahead of him with a firm nudge. Aemond, for a while, stood before them, his hand still gripping the dripping end of his elegant feather.

His uncle quirked his head to the side, signaling him to make way and, eventually, he did.

"I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast, Aemond!" The girl assured her friend over her shoulder, throwing him one last dejected look.

Aemond was left alone with his thoughts, feeling more frustrated than ever. He slowly looked down at his fisted hand, and clicked his tongue in irritation.

"Shit."

The ink would leave stains on the inside of his palm.

Breakfast came. And breakfast passed.

Still, there was no trace of the girl in the whole wide hall.

Aemond's stomach felt like it was doing backflips. Seven times he looked over at the Gryffindors table. Seven times he closed his eyes in ire, having failed to spot the strands of her soft, familiar hair.

Perhaps she was in her Common Room.

Endless thoughts about what happened to her surged through his mind. Had his grandfather told her something that upset her? Did she catch a cold while staying in the airy office, with nothing on but her shirt and skirt?

"What are you thinking about?" A velvety voice rang in his ear.

"Hmm."

"If looks could kill, those Gryffindors would be six feet under." Alys laughed softly, brushing her hand with his.

Aemond sighed deeply, and moved his whole body towards the entrance of the Great Hall. Alys quirked up a brow and clicked her tongue in irritation - her emerald eyes ran over his broad back and lean shoulders; she bit her lip in anticipation, as her hands slowly extended to swallow him in a sensual back hug.

But a Gryffindor passed him, and the Targaryen took his chance. Wordlessly, he got up from his table, completely brushing Alys Rivers off, and reached out to him.

"Have you seen (Y/N) (L/N)?" He inquired dryly, sparing no time for any pleasantries.

"Uhh," The 4th year began, scratching his head in confusion, "Not since last night, no. She's probably still in her dorm or something, over-sleeping."

Aemond gave him a curt nod, releasing his tight grip over his forearm.

"Do you know who she shares a room with?" He pestered again. "Are any of the girls still here?"

"Yeah, Celeste. ... She's the blonde girl over there, at the edge of the table."

As the Gryffindor spoke, his hand crept up to point out the direction of (Y/N)'s bunk-mate. Aemond hummed in satisfaction, before brushing past the boy to march over to Celeste's table.

"You're welcome, by the way!" The brave 4th year yelled after him - though his attempt to grab his attention reached nought but deaf ears.

"You're Celeste, right?" Aemond's deep voice rumbled from inside his chest. He completely disregarded the Gryffindors' heated conversation, and instead fixed Celeste with his one good eye.

"In the flesh." She joked cautiously, leaning back in her seat to take a better look at the man before her. "You're Aemond Targaryen, right?" When he gave her a small nod, she smiled, fully satisfied with her discovery.

"Thought I recognised ya from somewhere!" She beamed at him, before taking on a more solemn air. "Can I help you with anything?"

"(Y/N)." Aemond accentuated with a quirked up brow, "She wasn't at breakfast today. Is she okay?"

At his words, Celeste scans the entirety of the cluttered hall, taken aback. She brings her blue eyes on Aemond's form again, and gives him a confused frown.

"Are you sure? When I woke up, her bed was all made up and stuff. She had to have been here."

As she spoke, the girl nibbled on her lower lip.

"Actually... I haven't really seen her since last night. She said she was going to the library to study. I waited for her but then, you know, I fell asleep."

Aemond felt his jaw set tightly. His one eyes went over to the Professors' table, searching frantically for Otto Hightower.

For once in his entire life, his grandfather wasn't there.

Right in the middle of their set assembly, Professor Daemon Targaryen shot him a provocative smirk.

Aemond snarled in retaliation, and climbed up the set of stairs to have a word with his eccentric uncle.

"Professor." He greeted tightly, before barking out in a single breath, "Last night, you took Miss (Y/N) (L/N) to my grandfather's office. Though it appears as if she hasn't yet returned. Since Professor Hightower isn't here himself, I wanted to inquire you on her whereabouts."

Although his sentence was perfectly weighed in both politeness and structure, there was no denying the malice he held in his undertone.

Daemon took great pleasure in it.

"Ah, yes, of course!" He exclaimed in a mocking manner, before taking on a more serious expression. "It may come as a surprise to you, Aemond, but I do not keep tabs on students and their current locations. I can assure you, though, she'll turn up eventually."

He dismissed his nephiew with a bored swish of his robes, bidding his goodbyes with a derisive smile.

"Perhaps you'll see her today at the triwizarding function." Daemon shrugged teasingly, earning a scornful look from both Aemond and his fellow colleagues.

The Slytherin wavered a moment, before he turned on his heel with a hum upon his lips.

His worry only increased with every passing hour he didn't spend in her company. Alys had latched onto him like a leech looking for her next meal, and his patience was running thinner by the minute.

Bets were placed on who will submerge from the waters of the Great Lake first - the noise of the crowd irked Aemond to no end, and her absence only intensified the feeling of dread that was setting inside his stomach.

Daemon had encouraged him to be here. Although his uncle was known to be cruel, he almost never graced people with false leads. Or so Aemond hoped.

His lilac gaze scanned through the floating towers, stopping at any student who resembled (Y/N) - at least barely.

The Targaryen let out a low growl, and decided to set his attention back onto the troubling waters.

He was worrying for nothing, wasn't he? Chances were, (Y/N) was hidden somewhere with her other friends, laughing and eating those awful flavoured jelly beans.

He had nothing to worry. Nothing at all.

And yet, jealousy swirled in his heart, pressing down his chest in a painful manner.

What were the chances that she was avoiding him? That she was sick of him following her around, and just wanted a break for the day?

His insecurity turned his attention back on Alys' blabbering.

"I bet that Borya would emerge first." She joyously told him, basking in the glow that his sharp eyes provided. "There's hardly any other champion more athletically inclined, and you need a lot of stamina to search through the whole lake for an hour."

Aemond's brow twitched at her words, and his whole disposition changed. "They have to search the lake?" He asked, unaware of the trail's circumstances.

Alya offered him a sly smile, and began playing with his robes' ends. She gestured for him to come closer, and leaned on over his shoulder to whisper in his ear.

"You didn't hear this from me, but apparently, all champions have to find something very dear to them deep beneath the lake's waters." She coyly told him, winking playfully as she sat down.

"At least, that's what Adrienne told me when I asked her last night."

Just as she finished her explanation, Oliver Hammer, Hogwarts' champion, emerged from the waters with his girlfriend, tightly joined at his hip.

A rattling thunder of congratulatory applauses could be heard from all around them. Alys pouted cutely, and turned her head to Aemond.

"Awh, that's just bad luck, isn't it? I just lost ten Galleons...!"

But Aemond had long switched his attention to Oliver Hammer. Something inside of him clicked at their sudden appearance, and the younger Targaryen made his way through the sea of people, to get a hold of the boy's damp robe.

"Congratulations, Hammer." He remaked loudly, as to quiet down the people next to them. Violet eyes were met with clashing brown hues, and Slytherin smiled at Slytherin.

"Thank you, Targaryen." He mirrored his formality with a small smirk, "You look tense. Something happened? Did you bet against me and are mad about my flawless victory?"

"Far from it." Aemond assured him, though his impenetrable expression never changed. "I have to ask you: did you spot (Y/N) down there, too?"

Oliver's eyes widened reflexively, and he jerked his head back a notch. Surprise and confusion battled for dominance, until the older boy finally spoke.

"Yeah - she's near the grindylows, about ten yards from here." He coughed into the back of his hand, and allowed the water droplets to pour down his soaked body. "How did you know?"

His question was left unanswered, though, as Aemond Targaryen made his way near the edge of water to glance within it.

"Hey, I wouldn't worry about it! Borya's assigned to her, and I saw him going there the second I left with Maya." Oliver yelled after him, and turned his attention back to his friends and brothers.

Not only was Aemond Targaryen worried sick about his friend, but he was now jealous, too.

If Alys' words rang true in his mind, then Borya cared an awful lot more about his girl than it was allowed to.

The green eyed monster ate away at his restless heart, and the Slytherin's knuckles turned white in their empty grip.

For a second, he wished he'd have written his name in the Goblet of Fire, for a chance to be the one to save her now.

Something was wrong.

Although Oliver had sworn he saw Borya approach (Y/N)'s hiding place the moment he left with Maya, the Durmstrang student was yet to come back up.

Even Adrienne Lavigne got to the bottom of the challenge, dragging her Ravenclaw friend out of the water, with a protective arm around her back.

Aemond felt like a caged dragon. Irritable and in a foul disposition. He glanced at his pocket watch once every two seconds, and walked from one end to the other on the robust ledge.

Where was that Durmstrang idiot...?

His silent prayers were answered when a clump of black hair emerged from the water. Borya had floated above, but there was no sight of the girl he was supposed to bring with him.

His hands reached up into the air, and he waved frantically.

"Help! Something is not right with the chains on (Y/N)'s legs! I can't free her!" He shouted in front of the shocked crowd. "Stones won't budge them, and I lost my wand in the sea of gillyweed!"

Aemond didn't need to hear anything else. With one swift movement, he discarded his robes on the floor and took out his aspen wand.

"Aqua Mensa." He swished it decidedly, and jumped into the water without a second thought.

The pain he felt was excruciating - the fins that grew in the stead of his fingers and legs felt worse than a thousand curses, but Aemond tried to pay it no mind.

Soon, his eye adapted to the depth of the water, and his new gills allowed him to breathe again.

"She's near the grindylows, about ten yards from here." He remembered Oliver say, and he started swimming in the direction he knew the girl must have been.

Surely enough, there she was, surrounded by nothing but algae. Aemond felt his heart stop beating, and a sudden pain carved his heart open at the sight of her seemingly endless sleep.

She looked beautiful. Breath-taking. With her eyes closed, she appeared at peace with herself and others; a small smile played upon her swollen lips, as if she knew a secret that she couldn't share with anyone.

Wasting no time, Aemond clutched his wand tightly, and cut through the iron shackles effortlessly, with just a flick of his wrist.

He engulfed the girl into a deep hug, swimming upwards to the rays of sunlight that peaked above both their heads.

And it could have all ended there, were it not for the grindylows that greatly opposed themselves at the sight of their swift departure. One by one, they rose up from their fields of algae, grabbing onto Aemond's feet, pulling him downwards and biting down on him harshly.

They ripped and tarnished, pulling tiny chunks of flesh from Aemond's body - still, the boy never once falthered. He kept the girl close to his chest, protecting her head and limbs with his own, in an attempt to defend her from the perturbing attacks.

Crimson blood pooled all the way up to where the students resided, and horrified gasps echoed all the way to the Professors' ears.

Aemond's hand reached for his wand, and, with the last of his forces, he hissed out the "Ascendio" spell, giving both bodies the last push necessary to reach to the surface.

Bewildered shouts surrounded them, all from a hundred different corners - while some were of a weird congratulatory nature, most seemed scared out of their minds.

Borya pushed through the crowd of students to glance at the two, and assure himself of both their safety. He gave Aemond a wordless bow, and an apologetic look to the girl still resting in his arms.

An army of Professors gathered around them. The school's nurse, Miss Margelle, let out a terrified gasp at the sight of the Targaryen boy, whose legs were in a most pivital position.

Despite there being no more need for it, Aemond never ceased to keep his arms around (Y/N), protecting her head from the hard, damp ledge and caressing her cheeks lightly.

"You're okay." He confirmed in a gentle whisper, wincing at his own pain. He brushed the hair from the girl's face, and rubbed small circles on the small of her back as she coughed out the excess water.

"A-Aemond...!" She uttered through an attempt to gasp for air, dazed and confused by his presence around her. "The Triwizarding Tournament, I --" She tried to explain, but stopped her wordless questions at the sight of the blood pouring at their feet.

"Aemond, you're bleeding out!!" She shrieked, aghast by the sight in front of her. She placed her hands atop Aemond's in an attempt to soothe and calm him, but the boy let out an airy chuckle.

"I'm fine. Hey, hey, look at me." He searched her gaze with his own, lining her jaw upwards. "I'm okay."

"H-How is this okay to you? You must be in so much pain!" She worriedly told him, feeling her lower lip quiver and eyes well up with tears at the sight of her friend's affliction.

She cast her eyes downwards again, and bit her lip in undoubted stress. Her hands fluttered close to his open wounds, but they stilled above them, unsure how to proceed.

While the two were busy bickering and conversing, Nurse Margelle kneeled down to Aemond's level, pulling out her trusting wand and summoning her first aid kit.

Sensing movement behind his back, the Slytherin shook his head, and placed a hand before his body. "Check (Y/N) first. The grindylows might not have bit her, but she still swallowed a lot of water."

"Are you insane?!" The Gryffindor chastised him with an affectionate look in her eyes. "You're bleeding out on the floor, and you're worried about me? Swallowing water?"

"Sweet water is toxic for the body. And you took more than just a mouthful." He asserted dryly, pushing her before his own needs once again.

"Shut up. Absolutely not."

"It's not up to you to decide." Aemond accentuated definitively.

"And thankfully, neither is it up to you, Mr Targaryen!" Nurse Margelle cut in sharply. Her hawk-like eyes assessed the spots in which Aemond likely took the most damage, and got to work right away. His damp shirt was discarded on the floor, and (Y/N) let out another breathless gasp.

"Merlin's beard, Aemond...!"

"I told you..." He began, before he closed his mouth back, in an attempt to hide a wince, "I feel fine. It doesn't hurt."

"Liar." She whispered back to him, whilst she leaned in to give his cheek an affectionate peck.

For a second, Aemond's cheeks matched the colour of the gnarly wounds on his legs and chest.

"T-Thank you. For coming to save me." She huffed out in a low breath, avoiding to meet his scorching eye.

"... Don't mention it."

If it meant getting kissed like that again, Aemond would gladly relive the day's events a thousand times over.

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[broomsticks]

@vdoshu i love the weird characters that you write and the fantastically dark stories you tell; whenever your ao3 email lands in my inbox it’s an equal-parts-excited-and-terrified drop-everything-and-instant-read because the stories you come up with are so fucking singular.

fluff!! coming-out wholesomeness that really opened my eyes to the potential of second person POV! They • percy-centric gen • 1k, G.

Not Forever (and that's okay) • t4t4t fleur/tonks/bill! • 1k, G: such softness in more unique POV!

older lesbians older lesbians! The Anniversary Quilt • minerva/poppy • 6k, G: the DETAIL and the commitment to building out this world and their backstory!

The Choice in the Silence • 5k, M. it’s a rare first war jily/narlily that doesn’t choose to sidestep but digs INTO the motherhood issue, let alone take it dark. and this phenomenally canon-compliant characterization! no repentant pure narcissa here!

and it's all about the pieces of sirius they can’t have!: Letting Go of Lost Things • remus/regulus • 5k, E. holyyyyy shit the twisted character motivations.

aka the fridge horror of memory charms: His Smile • gilderoy/remus • 1k, T. oh my god the sheer horror of the canon-plausibility of this. LOVE

kron krackery: Krum's Bum • viktor/ron • 3k, E. alllllll the laughter

NO WORDS JUST SCREAMING: Manual Transmission • harry x vernon’s car • 2k, E. yeah. all i can say is i rec it 🤣

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[delacoursshp]

Hii I came across your fred fic and i have to say that it was really amazing ! I saw that you were taking requests and i was wondering if you were down to write either a victor krum smut where the reader is close to the golden trio and a bit jealous of the relationship him and Hermione have, but ends up being invited to the Yule Ball by Viktor, or a brother's best friend smut fic with Fred where the reader is Ron's best friend and stays a lot at the Burrow and secretely becomes Fred's gf but get caught by Ron and are forced to reveal their relationship.

Have a nice day, sorry if there's any mistakes, english isnt my first language !

oh myy dayss. i love both ideas! i chose the viktor krum smut bc my boy needs more attention. i think this is longer then i wanted it to be, i got carried away😭 but here you go love!

viktor krum x fem reader

"my jealous girl."

- use of y/n, jealous reader, reader is friends with the golden trio, both are of age, yule balllll😍😍

warnings: smut, 18+, doggy, oral (f receiving), rough but loving viktor, love-making, dirty-talk bc we need to hear our mans sexy accent.

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you were sat with your friends, neville, seamus, harry, ron and hemione; the 4 boys were gawping at the triwizard cup. you rolled your eyes at them, and you started a rather hateful conversation about mrs trelawney with hermione.

you never really found the triwizard cup that interesting; yeah, it was cool and yeah, anyone who won the cup would be one of the bravest people alive, but whatever.

a lot of people entered the entrance hall, admiring the blue object. one particular figure caught your eye. the buff, burly yet skinny visitor; viktor krum. your eyes stayed glued on him. yesterday, when he first made his appearance at hogwarts, before you even knew he was an amazing quidditch player, you already had a big crush on him. he was exactly your type. for a split second, his deadly eyes caught yours too. he savagely strutted towards the cup, stepping inside of the age circle.

he dropped what looked like a small piece of paper into the cup, and an enormous flame flew upwards, calmed down and his mates were cheering.

viktor smirked proudly; it looked like his eyes were fixated on you again. you almost blushed, and glanced at hermione, who was smiling at someone opposite of her. following her eyes, you saw viktor again, who was now smiling a lot brighter, and winked at.. hermione? the two didn't break eyecontact, until fred and george caught everyones attention.

you felt a sort of unease rise up within you. it felt like an itch, that you were unable to scratch, or a knot in the stomach that wouldn't let go. the feeling wouldn't go away, and you started to feel like it was becoming visible on your face.

you stood up, muttering a 'see you later' to your friends and hurrying off to the gryffindor dormitory.

you sat down on one of the scarlet red sofa's, grabbing a book and began "reading", although the book was held upside down. your face was heating up, your brows were furrowing and your nostrils stood flared. why hadn't hermione told you something was going on between her and krum? or was there even something going on? well it certainly seemed so didn't it?

tumultuous thoughts relentlessly raced through your head. your grip on the book hardened so much, the pages started ripping.

the bell rang.

you almost forgot that you still had one last lesson today. you dropped the book on the floor and rushed to your next class. everyone was already seated, and you went to sit next to hermione, who was sat behind ron and harry. she looked at you as though worried, as you were taking your books out of your bag.

"y/n, are you alright? you dissapeared just like that, earlier." she had this merciful expression glued on her face, and you smiled and muttered 'fine, i'm fine' to relieve the tension from her sad face, but you also still felt uneasy being in the presence of someone who possibly liked someone you did too.

once the lesson had finished, you stuffed your books and -about the 7th time this day- a work sheet into your bag. you immediately walked off. "hey- y/n! wait up, will you?" ron yelled. great, you thought. just perfect. hermione was the first out of three to catch up with you. "are you sure you're fine?" she asked. you sighed.

"hermione, what is between you and krum?" you spit spontaneously. she looked at you as if flabbergasted, then said, "well, me and viktor are kind of, you know, dating."

'what?' you thought.

"right." you replied blankly, nothing else could come out. they're together? this only made that irritating storm inside you worse, like you were about to puke.

you walked with the three of them to the dorms, staying quiet. on the way, you glanced at one of the yule ball posters. 'now who am i gonna ask?' you thought. of course, there were lots of other boys willing to ask you. but you didn't care. you thought you had a chance with viktor. how stupid, too. of course he'd already have someone, considering his reputation.

you realized the four of you stood before the fat lady, who was whining about something that sounded like 'that longbottom child.' hermione muttered the password and she, ron and harry stepped in, except for you.

"actually, guys, you go ahead. i'm just gonna go fetch neville, he's probably stuck again somewhere." you lied. they nodded in agreement and hermione yelled 'bye!' as the painting closed. the fat lady looked confused at your presence. "my dear, i've already let you in. i don't suppose i have to-"

"no, i'm going." you spoke quickly, not being able to bare another one of her rants.

you made your way down the frustrating stairs. instead of actually fetching a probably struggling neville somewhere, you went to the triwizard cup. you just stared at it, the blue light radiating on your skin. there were barely any people here, most of them still had lessons to attend.

you rested your head on your hand, focusing on the blue flames, waiting for anything to happen; even if it was the most impossible thing ever; viktor krum asking you to the ball.

just then, viktor entered the hall. great. he sat down next to you. you avoided his eyes, but your breathing was far from slow. it was awkward, but comforting. having him close to you. sad that nothing more than that could ever happen, as you wouldn't betray your friend.

then, viktor inhaled. a shaky, sort of inhale. "y/n" he spoke.

'y/n? as in, me?' you thought.

"what?" you said, still avoiding his gaze. it wasn't supposed to come off rude, but you just couldn't look at him. he sighed, in a nervous way, then spoke words you'd never thought would come out of those beautiful lips.

"y/n, would you like to go to the yule ball with me?"

you gasped softly, eyes widened and immediately averting your gaze from the cup, to viktor. of course you wanted to say yes, but what about hermione? you were truly confused. so he wasn't going to ask his own girlfriend?

"viktor," it felt weird to say his name infront of viktor himself. "what about hermione?"

viktor pursed his lips, "we are no longer something. i broke it off with her just now. she was pretty, yes, but i do not want her. i've always wanted you. i know you want me too, right? i see it whenever i am with hermione. your face goes murderous."

you laughed in embarrassment. "oh, please. i don't want you that bad."

"sure, y/n. but... what is it? yes or no?"

-

"it's okay, y/n. it really is. he apologized. though you should've told me earlier that you liked him!" hermione assured. you had told hermione everything about what happend. her reaction was relieving.

"i know! i still feel bad, though. who are you going with?" you asked. you truly felt bad that viktor just ended it with her like that. hermione grinned. "oh, no worries, i've got someone." she said mysteriously. you both let out loud laughter at her tone of voice.

"'mione! c'mon, tell me!" you begged. "well, he's a hufflepuff, brunette, handsome. good at quidditch." she whispered. you thought deeply. hufflepuff.. brunette.. good at qui- "DIGGORY?" you gasped. hermione shushed you while chuckling and nodding her head. "we're both some lucky girls, aren't we?"

bang! the door slammed open.

"hermione! y/n! we've already found dates!" it was ron, harry next to him. "i suppose you haven't yet. that's okay, you can take eachother!" he teased, both boys chuckling. "i think all the best guys are unavailable by now-"

"mind you, ron, we've already gotten dates. the best ones, too." you said, grinning.

hermione laughed at rons dumbfounded expression.

"what? who?" ron squeaked.

"i told you, the best ones." you repeated, giggling with hermione.

"pfft, alright then, don't tell me! like i care!" ron said angrily before storming off, a smirking harry behind him, looking back at you and hermione.

you winked at harry then playfully shoo'ed him away with your hand.

"atleast harry got it."

-

it was the day of the yule ball. everywhere you went was excited murmuring; girls talking about dresses, boys sharing which girl they were gonna take, and even staff giggling happily.

the lessons were shortened to give students more time to get ready for the ball. once all the lessons finished, you, hermione and ginny rushed to the girls dorm to get ready. hermione wore a beautiful, soft pink gown, a light tint of red lipstick, and her hair done in a glossy, tight hairstyle; your almost empty, abandoned bottle of sleekeazy's hair potion finally came in handy.

ginny was also allowed to go, since she's been asked by neville. she wore a white-beige dress with a gorgeous tiara.

then there was you, you were wearing a long, tight, glimmering dress that revealed your back, neck and shoulders. your hair sat loose, shining. you haven't ever felt prettier.

the three of you admired eachother and giggled, before making your way to the ball.

-

you were greeted by viktor, who was wearing a red suit of rough material. "you are beautiful." he said. you smiled up at him as he offered you his hand. you took it, and the both of you walked off to the ballroom with the other contestants and their dates.

after a while of dancing, viktor suddenly took your hand and walked to an empty, faraway space in the ballroom. "viktor, wh-" he shushed you with a deep kiss before you could finish your sentence. his hand crept up your waist and you leaned into his touch. the kiss ended rather difficult and sloppily, since both of you didn't want it to stop.there was a moment of just examining eachothers facial features, lust and need filling the air so quick, that your pants were being heard. your heart was beating so fast you were sure viktor could hear it.

"come on." he said, and you had no choice as he brought his arm around your waist and forced your steps to follow his.

"viktor, are you sure we can just leave the ball like that-"

"shh. in here." he said firmly. he pulled you into a barely lit, small messy room. it looked like an abandoned cupboard. your eyes wandered around the room for a second before viktor had you by the waist again, connecting his wet lips to yours once again.

it didn't take long for his rough hands to slide down to your butt. he squeezed the perfectly round cheeks, making you whimper into his mouth. he kissed you harder, deeper. you backed up on instinct. he followed, still in the what seemed like an endless make-out session. your back was now against the door, and viktor snaked his hand behind your back, easily unzipping your dress. you broke the kiss, gasping for air. viktor now had his attention on sliding your dress off, slowly. teasing.

"viktor.." you whined. it was supposed to be warning, but it came out desperate. and you were. who could blame you, when his lips felt that good.

he bent his head forwards licking a stripe up your throat and then kissing around your earlobe. he sucked on a spot by your jawline, making you let out a high-pitched gasp. "i love your little noises." he whispered into your neck. your dress finally fell off, leaving you in your bra and panties.

"ohh, fuuck." viktor mumbled, as he raised his head from your neck, eyeing your body. you automatically moved your arms to cover up yourself, but viktor grabbed both of your wrists with one hand and held them above your head.

"don't do that. you are perfect." he said, his other hand playing with the waistband of your underwear. you thrusted your hips forward, impatiently waiting for him to give you something.

he chuckled at your antics. he slid your underwear off and turned you around. your hands clawed at the door material, as krums back locked you tightly to the door. you heard the faint sound of a belt buckle unlocking, and you let out a sigh of relief. viktor smacked your butt one last time, making you squeal. you cursed your current position for not being able to see how his pants and boxers slid off. he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, swirling it around the little hole.

"viktor, please." you softly said. viktor chuckled darkly, kissed the back of your neck and held your wrists behind your back. he entered you slowly, the both of you moaning in unison. he stopped at the hilt, pulled away fully, then pushed back inside completely, making you cry out.

"so sexy." he moaned, biting at your neck. he started a slow, passionate pace, which didn't last long. you gasped loudly as he sped up, faster and faster, until wet skin-slapping noises were to be heard.

your moans did not only increase in volume, but in amount as viktor let go of your wrists to hold your throat tightly. your head now fell completely limp onto his shoulders, eyes shut. his other hand moved to your bra, clicking it open and letting it fall off.he played with your breasts, in a way they jiggled every now and then. "fuck, viktor! don't stop.." you screamed, not caring as the music from the ball was far too loud for anyone to hear you.

"thaaat's it. cum on my cock, beautiful." his words sent shivers down your spine, one in particular that sent shockwaves to your core.

he retreated his hand from your tits, lowering it to your thigh. he squeezed the flesh before lifting it up so he was tip was probing at your cervix.

"oh god- ah!" your voice was barely working anymore, as you were close to your orgasm and mainly because of viktor grip on your throat. "i'm, i'm-"

"go on." he said, his voice sounding strained. "please, baby." this sent you over the edge. you shook and choked on your own moans. the feeling was nothing like you had ever felt before. with the little strength you had, you reached for viktors hair and held onto it, to express your gratitude. he grunted in amazement, once again placing kisses along your jawline as you came down from your high. "my jealous girl."

your legs felt like jelly, so viktor muttered a spell that shoved the junk away to a corner of the room, making space for you to lay down. he picked you up and followed you down onto the floor. he was placing kisses all over your body, making you sigh in sensitivity. then he reached your stomach, licking around your navel and kissing it. tiredly, you smiled at him. he grabbed your legs and moved them just slightly upwards, making you wince. viktor then stuck his tongue out, before letting it dissapear into your cunt. "oh, viktor." you moaned.

the new level of overstimulation made you squirm and gasp for air. it felt so good, but it was too much. he licked you clean, his tongue swirling around the bundle of nerves, and dancing along your entrance.

"hmmhh.." was all you could let out, as he finished with a kiss to the clit, and sat up on his knees.

viktor watched you intently as you got up on your elbows, too exhausted to move any other muscle in your body.

"look what you did, krum." you said playfully. he just smiled in return, looking rather proud.

"next time, you reward me for it, yes?"

.・。.・゜✭・

a/n: no bc, LOWKEY in love rn. i love love loveeee this idea, and i'm so grateful i got to write this. anywayss, hope you enjoyed! <33

.・゜゜・

- sincerely,

@delacoursshp

#harry potter smut #viktor krum #cedric diggory smut #luna lovegood #fleur delacour #pansy parkinson #ron weasley x y/n #harry potter #fred weasley x reader #cedric diggory #viktor krum smut #viktor krum x reader #viktor krum fic #draco malfoy smut #hp smut #hogwarts #wizarding world #slytherin #gryffindor #hp fandom

[theaskywalker]

Wizarding World Masterlist

Harry Potter

Imagines

Opal Necklace (Draco Malfoy)

Diagon Alley (Harry Potter & Rubeus Hagrid)

Hogwarts Express (Harry Potter, Ron Weasley & Hermione Granger)

Birthday party (Hermione Granger)

Butterbeer (Neville Longbottom)

Halloween feast (Draco Malfoy & his gang)

Madam Puddifoot's (Cedric Diggory)

A Christmas Prank (Fred & George Weasley)

Yule Ball (Hermione Granger)

Pyrotechnics (Seamus Finnigan & Dean Thomas)

Werewolf in Love (Remus Lupin)

Lakes & Corpses (Regulus Black)

Midnight Snack (Cedric Diggory)

Love Notes (Draco Malfoy)

Summer in Bulgaria (Viktor Krum)

A French Acquaintance (Fleur Delacour)

Fool In Love (Harry Potter)

Deck the Halls (Filius Flitwick)

Weasley Jumper (Molly Weasley)

Time Turner (Hermione Granger)

Spin the Bottle (Sirius Black)

Amortentia (Ron Weasley)

Joke Shop (Fred & George Weasley)

Death Eaters (Bellatrix Lestrange)

A Gryffindor Exception (Severus Snape)

Fantastic Beasts

Imagines

Roommate (Tina & Queenie Goldstein)

Sister (Newt & Theseus Scamander)

Devoted Assistant (Newt Scamander)

A Polish Bakery (Jacob Kowalski)

The Phoenix (Aurelius Dumbledore)

New Orleans (Eulalie Hicks)

Confidant (Tina Goldstein)

Circus Arcanus (Credence Barebone & Nagini)

Her Saving Grace (Leta Lestrange)

His Caretaker (Aurelius Dumbledore)

Auror (Theseus Scamander)

Legilimency (Queenie Goldstein)

Occamy (Newt Scamander)

His Rock (Aberforth Dumbledore)

Mooncalves (Newt Scamander)

Headcanons

Falling in Love (Theseus Scamander x Eulalie Hicks)

Jarvey (Newt Scamander x Leta Lestrange)

#wizarding world #harry potter #hermione granger #ron weasley #draco malfoy #neville longbottom #cedric diggory #fred weasley #george weasley #rubeus hagrid #seamus finnigan #dean thomas #remus lupin #regulus black #viktor krum #fleur delacour #filius flitwick #molly weasley #sirius black #fantastic beasts #newt scamander #tina goldstein #jacob kowalski #queenie goldstein #theseus scamander #aurelius dumbledore #eulalie hicks #nagini #leta lestrange #aberforth dumbledore

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

The Third Task- Viktor Krum x OC

Viktor Krum x Holly Diggory

Description: When Viktor is thrown out of the maze his first thought is to find Holly showcasing just how much their relationship had developed.

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I gotta say, this is simultaneously plotless yet still has a story. I don't even think the description technically goes with what happens in this but I literally couldn't think of anything else. Sometimes you have to write just to write.

Holly stood beside her brother and father in front of the stands upon stands of people, all eager to see the final task of the Triwizard Tournament. Fleur and Madame Maxime stood a few yards away from their left and Karkaroff and Viktor were on the other side of them. Harry, meanwhile, stood to their right alone. Sympathy coursed through her at the sight, so she offered him an encouraging smile shortly before Dumbledore addressed the crowd. 

“Earlier this evening, Professor Moody placed the Triwizard Cup within the maze. Only he knows where it resides. As the scoring is close, the first to touch the Cup will become the first Triwizard champion in over one hundred years,” he announced, earning cheers from the crowds of people from the three different schools, before facing the champions. “Since Cedric Diggory is in the lead, he will go in first, then Harry Potter. Viktor Krum will go next and Fleur Delacour will go last. Champions, prepare yourselves. On three. One…two…” 

The headmaster barely had time to get two out before Filch fired the cannon. Cedric wasted no time in turning and running into the maze. Harry waited a second before following, then Viktor and finally Fleur. The task had started, and now all there was left for the crowd to do was wait. Karkaroff, Maxime, Holly and her father were swept off to the side. 

While Amos decided to go find a seat next to Arthur Weasley, Holly stayed on the ground. She eagerly awaited both her brother’s return. The spectators couldn’t see what was going on in that maze. No one knew what lurked in those high hedges, any context they got was an occasional scream or a creature’s screech. Not even ten minutes later Fleur was rescued from the maze. She was practically comatose, but it immediately melted away the further she got from the maze. 

That only served to make Holly worry. Not only about her older brother, but Viktor as well. Throughout the school year they had developed somewhat of a - according to Rita Skeeter - romantic fling. That had only been cemented to her readers when they read that the couple attended the Yule Ball together (even sharing a kiss during one of the dances) and were seen by many taking a walk around the castle afterwards. 

It felt like so much more than that, however. The two of them had formed a fast connection and it only seemed to grow stronger the more time they spent together. Holly couldn’t help but want to spend her free time with Viktor. It seemed that he felt the same way since he always sought her out. He’d even begun sitting at Hufflepuff’s table during meals rather than with the rest of his school at the Slytherin table. 

That’s what led her to worrying about him just like she did Cedric. She’d grown to care about him too much to see him get hurt by whatever was in that maze. The longer that the remaining three champions were in there, the more stressed she felt. Andrei Poliakoff, Karkaroff’s aide and Viktor’s friend, seemed to notice her unease because he made his way over to her. Just before he reached her, another person was thrown out of the maze. It was Viktor, who looked confused to see himself on the ground. 

Karkaroff and Andrei were quick to help him up, asking him what happened. Viktor, however, barely paid them any mind when his eyes landed on Holly. He began walking towards her, and she hadn’t even realized she’d been doing the same until they met halfway. 

“Добре ли си (Are you okay)?” She asked in a soft voice, a stark contrast to the chatter around them. The boy almost looked dazed, his eyes slightly glazed over in confusion until they met hers. She was the only one he could see. It took him a moment to process that she’d asked him a question, but when he did he nodded slowly. 

“Да (Yes),” he responded in the same tone. That earned him a relieved sigh then smile from the girl. He barely had time to return it before he was pulled away from her by a hand on his shoulder. 

“Ела си, Виктор (Come away, Viktor),” Karkaroff demanded, not even sparing a glance to Holly. He began to pull Viktor to the side but the boy stayed rooted in his spot and took Holly’s hand in his. 

“Оставам с нея (I stay with her),” he retorted firmly. Holly was surprised that he was defying his headmaster’s orders for the likes of her. Neither of them didn’t seem to notice her as they had a small staredown. After a moment Karkaroff stood up straight once again. 

“Фина (Fine),” was all he said before walking away from them in a huff. Holly would have laughed at how ridiculous he looked if it wasn’t for the fact that she realized Viktor was still holding her hand. An involuntary smile formed on her face along with a light pink on the apples of her cheeks. She intertwined their fingers, which caught his attention. He turned and looked at their hands as well and they shared a smile. 

They were quickly distracted from their little moment by the stands jumping to their feet as Harry and Cedric appeared outside the maze, Harry holding the trophy in his hand. They won! Hogwarts won the Triwizard Tournament! Holly turned then laughed excitedly when she noticed the trophy. She faced Viktor, who looked okay with the fact that he hadn’t won, shortly before a horrified scream left Fleur. That’s when the girl realized that something was off. Why wasn’t Cedric moving? Viktor seemed to realize what was going on because he suddenly pulled Holly into a hug and attempted to shield her face from the maze. 

“Holly, don’t look,” he mumbled in her ear firmly. A dark and unsettled feeling set in the pit of her stomach and she attempted to break free of his grip. It took a moment but the girl finally managed to break free from Viktor and turned to her brother. He was looking at her from where he laid on the ground. His eyes were closed, and the rest of him was hauntingly still. A chill shot up her spine. No, it wasn’t possible. He couldn’t be…

Holly hadn’t even realized her legs had buckled from under her until she felt arms wrapping around her. It seemed like Viktor was trying to keep her up, but he eventually decided to lower her to the ground when he realized she was too in her state of shock to stand up. His arms stayed around her as he knelt beside her. Her body began shaking, and it took the girl a minute or two to realize she had begun sobbing. The arms squeezed around her, and the girl just barely managed to look at their owner. Viktor was speaking to her, but she couldn’t hear a word he said. Everything sounded like she was submerged in water, muffled and mostly mute to her until she heard her father’s scream. 

“THAT’S MY BOY!” He cried out in anguish, running over to Cedric. “THAT’S MY SON!” His verbal grief only served to break Holly’s heart further. No, that wasn’t the right word for it. Her heart had been shattered, broken into a million pieces. Cedric was dead. Her older brother was-

“Wait, HE’S ALIVE!” A voice rang out. It was the Minister of Magic, who had come running to Cedric, Harry and Dumbledore the minute he realized something was wrong. They’d finally managed to pry Harry away so they could get a good look at him. 

“He’s alive, but just barely,” Dumbledore agreed. “Madame Pomfrey, grab a gurney and let’s get Mr. Diggory to the infirmary,” he instructed firmly before looking at Harry. Holly tuned them out as she watched Madame Pomfrey bring a gurney over to them. Amos and the Minister placed Cedric on the cot and the nurse used her wand to lead it away, likely to the medical wing until they called the hospital. She was still trying to process everything

“He is alive,” Viktor muttered into her ear comfortingly. “Your brother is okay.” Holly nodded distantly. Cedric was okay.

Once Harry had managed to calm down he revealed that Peter Pettigrew was alive, and Pettigrew had used the Cruciatus Curse on him after the Dark Lord prompted him to “kill the spare.” Holly couldn’t help but flinch at that, prompting her father to wrap a comforting arm around her. The Cruciatus Curse had gone directly to Cedric’s head and they had to put him into an induced coma while he healed. 

Relief couldn’t even begin to describe what Holly was feeling. Her brother was alive after all. Her solace was much more intense than just ‘relief.’ Holly didn’t leave his side much, not that anyone minded of course. Unfortunately she did have to return to Hogwarts to pack up her things. She didn’t mind though, as she wished to say goodbye to her friends. 

The goodbye speech from Dumbledore was very sweet as he acknowledged Cedric’s accident, and it ended almost as quickly as it had begun. While the Hogwarts students waited for the carriages they said their goodbyes to each other and to the friends they’d made at Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. 

Holly had just finished saying her goodbyes to a few friends she’d made from Beauxbatons. She’d waved to them one last time as they headed for their carriage before turning around. There, she was met with Viktor, who had been standing behind her (unbeknownst to her) waiting patiently for her 

“Viktor,” she breathed out, a smile forming on her face afterwards. 

“Holly,” he greeted with the same smile. “How is your brother?”

“Healing. The healers believe he’ll be waking up soon.” 

“That is wonderful to hear,” Viktor nodded. “And…how are you?” The girl was silent for a moment, then her smile widened a bit. Throughout all that had happened, not a lot of people had checked on her. It was mostly sympathy from those who visited Cedric’s room. Not that she was expecting attention of course, but it was nice to see that someone wanted to make sure she was okay. 

“I’m okay enough,” she answered decidedly. “And I want to thank you for…dealing with me, I guess? When my brother first came out of the maze, I mean. I know it was probably very dramatic.” She attempted to laugh it off, but the boy shook his head quickly. 

“Звездичка (Little star), forgive my bluntness, but at that point you thought your brother was dead,” he almost laughed at the absurdity of her words. Holly, meanwhile, couldn’t help but smile at the pet name. It had become one he used often when they were together. Every time he said it her heart fluttered similarly to the butterflies in her tummy. 

“I do not hold a grudge against what grief you must have been going through in those few minutes before they realized he was alive,” Viktor concluded, mimicking her smile. “And you should not either.” 

“Very well,” the girl muttered with a giggle. Before another word could be said both of them turned when they heard Andrei call that they were about to leave. 

“I guess that’s your cue,” Holly said as she turned back to him. 

“I suppose so,” the boy agreed before taking her hand in his. His grip was surprisingly delicate considering how calloused his hands were. 

“Will you allow me to write to you this summer?” He asked hopefully. Holly almost laughed at the irony of a world famous quidditch player growing nervous while doing something as simple as talking to a girl.

“I will be waiting eagerly for your letters,” she responded, offering his hand a gentle squeeze afterwards. Viktor smiled, then lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles. 

“I will write as soon as I return home,” he promised as he dropped her hand. “Until next time, Holly Diggory.” And with that, he offered her one last smile before turning and following his friend towards the ship Durmstrang had arrived in. Holly watched as the ship disappeared underwater, just the way it had come, with a small involuntary smile. 

“Until then, Viktor.”

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #viktor krum #viktor krum imagine #viktor krum x oc

[jimblejamblewritings]

yes, i’m a squib | part 18.

Summary: Y/N Black has always been a squib, to the dismay of her pureblood family. Cast out to the orphanage at a young age, she thought that was her life. Until her relative Sirius Black breaks out of Azkaban. Suddenly a letter to Hogwarts in thrusted into her hand and Y/N becomes a true part of the magical Wizarding World.

Warnings for the Series: violence, death, light smut, angst, fluff

Pairing: harry potter x black!reader, cedric diggory x black!reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

“Are you ever not in a classroom? We don’t go back to school until Monday and here you are. It’s the evening as well, you know.”

You looked up from your cauldron to see Harry standing in the doorway of the Potions classroom. You chuckled and gave him a hello as he came inside to watch you. Harry took the wizard camera you had on the table and took a picture of you in action before asking you to look up from your cauldron and smile.

“What are you working on?”

“Ife sent me an aloe that mimics wolfsbane, maybe Uncle Remus will finally have a sweet tasting potion… did Cedric find you?”

You scraped some of the thick gel from the plant. Harry played with the ingredients bottles at the table.

“Yeah, didn’t believe him at first until I took the bath.”

You chuckled. “Do you think Fleur and Viktor have figured it out?”

“No clue. We needed a banshee to even give us an idea, but their headmasters also seem to have no problem with cheating for their students… do you know how to breathe underwater… I mean is there a potion or something?”

“Surprisingly no, not one that you can brew quick enough. Hmm, find Neville. He was going on about Professor Moody giving him some book on aquatic plants as an apology gift. Surely, there’s something in there.”

“Brilliant, thanks.”

“Don’t thank me yet, I’m only brilliant if it works… unlike this potion. Do you think the gel’s viscosity is impacting it?”

“When was the last time I was good at Potions?”

You laughed as you began cleaning up and packaging up the aloe plant to preserve it. You would try again later. It would require writing down measurements because the aloe was apparently not an exact one to one substitute for wolfsbane. Based on the slight green tint of the smoke, you were thinking there needed to be a lot less gel than you would put in if you were using wolfsbane. With the Potions classroom looking the way it did before you arrived, you left with Harry.

Everyone was supposed to go to Hogsmeade but Hermione was with Krum, the Weasley siblings were having a family day, and your new boyfriend was nowhere to be found. The only person who was still able to go with you and Harry to Hogsmeade was Cho. She waved as you approached. You watched Cho grab Harry’s hand and you three started to walk. They hadn’t said anything about their relationship, or if it existed, but you had high hopes for your friend. You let the two of them be alone when you actually got into Hogsmeade Village. You were going to go check on your store and think about how you wanted it done.

It was technically a four story building— one of the floors being a basement. When you signed the contract, the seller told you that much. You weren’t thinking that all of the floors would be used but that left you with space you weren’t sure on how to use. The one thing you did know was that Cedric’s Christmas present was your favorite thing. Even as the only thing in the store— aside from the enchanted cash register in the corner— the fully grown wiggentree was beautiful. You smiled because you could see the top leaves poking out over the roofs of the other buildings before you even got on the street that it sat on.

It was starting to be a bit warm so you needed to turn down the temperature of the building and check that the tree was still doing well as the weather slowly transitioned into a warmer season. You stopped heading to your store when you saw your boyfriend outside the Hogsmeade Post Office. Cedric immediately hugged you when you ran up to him. You played with the tassels on his scarf.

“What are you doing here? I was looking for you earlier.”

You pulled on his scarf. Cedric smiled at your pouting and let you pull on his scarf until he was bent down to your level. Kissing him was something you weren’t sure you’d ever get used to. It was a sweet kiss, nothing too much. All kisses with Cedric were like that. You pulled away and just looked at him until a throat clearing sound came from behind you. You turned and immediately felt your face heat up in embarrassment at seeing your father and godfather. Remus looked at his friend.

“I was right, you owe me the chocolate.”

Sirius wasn’t as amused.

“Hi, Dad,” you muttered with a half-hearted wave, knowing he just saw everything.

“Hi, Poppet. Hello, Cedric.”

“Hello, Mr. Black.”

Remus was smiling like a madman. He reached into the pocket of Sirius’ jacket and began searching through the man’s wallet for the exact amount of money needed to buy the Bulgarian chocolate being sold at Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop. Remus put the wallet back and patted Sirius on the shoulder, stating that he would be back in a minute. Sirius wasn’t paying attention at all— he was looking at Cedric’s hands on your shoulders. Cedric broke the tension, talking more to you than your dad.

“I asked your dad and Professor Lupin to meet me…”

“To clear up those Daily Prophet stories that skeevy reporter keeps publishing,” Sirius cut him off.

“Yes, sir. But also to talk about… dating your daughter, without those fake reports in the way.”

“Talk about?”

“Ask permission,” Cedric said quickly. You looked back at him, not used to this mildly flustered side.

Sirius looked at you. “Poppet, why don’t you go do whatever you were doing. You and Remus can meet us at Three Broomsticks in a bit. I want to take a walk with Cedric.”

You didn’t even bother to say anything but started walking to your original destination. Cedric listened to Sirius’ rather long speech. The overall message was quite clear though— if you so much as muttered that someone broke your heart, Sirius would have a real reason to be in Azkaban. Cedric listened, without once interrupting as Sirius talked about you not having the best cards dealt in life sometimes. Aside from Mr. Stapius who your father was very grateful for, you never had a solid, stable, and nice male figure in your life. While not an issue necessarily in your daily life, Sirius was concerned it might lead to less than stellar choices in your love life. He didn’t want you picking boys with some of the worst characteristics of the men that you knew. Not his abandonment— even if it wasn’t by choice. Not Heron Black’s anger issues. Not Lucius Malfoy’s entire personality. None of it.

It worried him even more after the Daily Prophet piece. It took everything in him not to show up to Rita Skeeter’s office when he read those words. Two biggest disgraces to the wizard world. A squib and a banshee— and those were two things you’d never be able to control. Sirius became upset because of the Yule Ball. You wrote him so upset that no one asked you and then refused to communicate through a mirror or even his Patronus so he could see your face. He wasn’t naive and could remember his Hogwarts days. He might have been a flirt with everyone and the most arrogant person on campus even at eleven but he wasn’t a player. If he went on a date, everyone was aware it was just a date for fun and maybe a kiss at the end— maybe, and never a snog.

But he saw the womanizers at their school. They took the insecure girl and played with her heartstrings for fun. He wouldn’t consider his daughter a shrinking violet but an article as bad as Rita’s had been could change everything. It made him worried that there was a scheme, especially after you told him about the Roger Davies bit. That he, or any other boy, was waiting until the very last minute to ask you out; and you would be so happy that you’d do whatever.

It happened to your mother— the bragging about snogging a banshee. He didn’t want it to happen to you. He was worried that he was already too late when he saw you and Cedric kiss. It wasn’t a snog but only the words ‘not yet’ rang in his mind. And sure, Cedric was saying all the right things. All womanizers knew how to say the right things. It wouldn’t be what convinced Sirius. The two of them began walking back the way they came in order to get to Three Broomsticks.

“What’s your favorite thing about her?” Sirius asked.

“Her smile,” Cedric answered with no hesitation.

Sirius didn’t say anything. His lips pressed together but he didn’t say anything. All womanizers know the right things to say. Cedric was about to say something— not that Sirius cared anymore— when he stopped as you walked up to him. You held up a newspaper with a new headline and a picture of the Yule Ball. This time Rita felt the need to interview students about their champions.

They all had nice things to say about their champions and even the other schools’ champions as well as their dates. Until they were asked about you. He was certain that Rita only asked the students that absolutely couldn’t stand you— conveniently, Draco and his friends, as well as the rest of the Golden Quartet weren’t asked for a quote. Everyone else got nice comments such as Fleur and Roger looked like a real couple. Harry couldn’t dance but with Cho he looked so natural. Viktor and Hermione’s outfits matched each other very well. Cedric’s comments weren’t as sweet. They were all about catching you two kissing in the outer corridor and how he got bragging rights about kissing a banshee.

“Some boy from Slytherin just asked if I would give him a kiss.”

Cedric almost dropped the newspaper. “Who said that?”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s not just one boy but a bunch of them, from Hogwarts and Durmstrang. Even some of Beauxbatons. I liked it better when everyone shunned me for being a squib.”

Cedric hummed in disapproval. “Yeah, I didn’t… what actually happened?”

“What?”

“She wrote about the trial last year and you didn’t care until people started thinking that Professor Lupin got fired because of it, she wrote about you before the first challenge and you didn’t care until people started thinking that you somehow sealed Harry’s fate to be in the tournament—”

“Well, I did. I shouldn’t have said a second paper fell ou—”

“You didn’t know his name was on there. She wrote about the first challenge and you didn’t care until Roger Davies stupid family told him to cancel on you. She just published another article, so what happened this time?”

Cedric’s face immediately hardened when you buried your head in his chest. He rubbed at your back, feeling you sigh.      

“Someone defaced my store because of what she said.” You said, still against his chest. “Read the bottom of the page.”

Cedric continued reading the article. “Many of the champion’s peers say the same thing. He’s a pureblood wizard with lots of talent. While Black may be from one of the most prestigious pureblood families on her father’s side, she herself is a squib. Not only that but her mother’s side is nothing to be applauded. When talking to the students of all three schools, they reached the same sentiments about Ms. Black’s maternal lineage. One student said, to which all their peers nodded their heads, everyone knows you have fun with a banshee, not date one…”

“Everyone thinks you’re making a mistake,” you whispered.

“They can keep their thoughts to themselves. Yeah, you’re a banshee, okay. Fleur’s part veela and no one says anything.”

“Because veelas are pretty, I’m a little death omen… why are you laughing?”

You pulled away from his chest and looked up with a pout. Cedric pecked your lips. “You’re a cute little death omen, let’s go fix your store.”

Sirius walked behind the two of you, watching everything play out. Maybe he was wrong. He watched Cedric throw an arm over your shoulder and try to make you laugh as you approached the store. It wasn’t hard to miss the words Champion’s Disgrace etched on the glass. Sirius’s jaw clenched in anger. He was starting to feel like he was back in Azkaban and leaving you to face the world again. You dabbed at the corners of your eye causing Cedric to hug you tightly.

“I’m not even sad about the stupid words, I just can’t fix it. Reparo didn’t work… squib problem.”

“Well, I’m sure I can help you out.” He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the glass.

You smiled at the glass that looked like new. Cedric put up his wand and stared at your reflections in the glass.

“There’s that smile… the store is good as new, Tilden Toots is back in business.”

“Did Harry tell you about that?!”

Cedric laughed and that told you all you needed to know. You were going to have a word with your friend about keeping his mouth shut when you say embarrassing things. No longer bothered by the building’s defacement, you moved to get started on your original task. Sirius and Cedric watched you fish the key from your bag to unlock the store. You expected them to leave for Three Broomsticks and you would meet them there. Instead, they watched you check the room’s temperature before taking the blankets off of the base of the wiggentree and fold them up. You took the first pile upstairs for storage.

“You said her smile?” Sirius asked, wanting to give Cedric a chance. The boy nodded.    

“She has nine different ones. When she’s determined to prove herself, show everyone that squibs can be amazing, it’s a side smile. Her head tilts to the side a bit and she just stares. It’s almost the same smile as when she’s teaching our Potions class except that one is without the head tilt. Then the soft smiles. They’re all almost the same and only for certain people. House-elves, first and second year students, and her plants.” Cedric began to smile himself as he continued on.

“She’s almost always laughing with Hermione, that smile is the largest. The second largest is when she gets compliments, especially on her magic. Then there’s the one where you know she’s proud of you because it’s more of a pout than a smile but her eyes are doing all the smiling instead. My favorite— I call it her banshee smile. She gets too excited and her scream gets too high-pitched. She ducks her head down and gives everyone the most awkward smile I’ve ever seen in my life as a way to say sorry.”

“You’re alright, Diggory.”

“T-thank you, sir.”

You came back out, locking the door. You turned to ask if they were ready to go get dinner when Kreacher appeared in front of the three of you.

“Dumbledore requests you back, Mistress (Y/N). Says he needs to talk.”

“Right now? We were about to have dinner.”

“Now,” Kreacher said as he nodded.

“But Dad’s here, he can’t wait?”

“It’s alright, Poppet,” Sirius said. “We’ll get dinner together another time. Besides, now I can talk to Cedric more.”

“That makes me more worried… Alright then, if I have to. Bye, Dad. See you in a bit, Cedric.”

You hugged them goodbye and went with Kreacher back to Hogwarts. What Dumbledore could want, you didn’t know. Almost anything could be talked about later. You didn’t see why now and why it couldn’t be rescheduled. When you entered his office, you were surprised to see Hermione, Ron, and Gabrielle— Fleur’s sister. You took the last free seat and listened to your Headmaster explain the second challenge and how you all played a role. You felt yourself getting sleepy as Dumbledore waved his wand until you suddenly blacked out.

Cedric knocked on your door when he got back. He felt good after speaking with Sirius and Remus. Even after they asked him about his plans after graduation. He assured Sirius that he wasn’t just leaving you— he really couldn’t imagine it. Remus grilled him on the age difference. He wanted to say it didn’t bother him that you and Cedric were a bit apart. Truthfully, the notion of three years didn’t. But Remus was very bothered about the idea of anything past snogging— he wasn’t sure he even liked that. Cedric assured them both that there was no pressure. He was doing everything on your terms. You were too sweet and precious for him to screw it up over something stupid. He felt even better when they seemed to approve of his choice to go into quidditch professionally.

You didn’t answer when he knocked. He shrugged to himself and figured you must have gone to Gryffindor House after talking to Dumbledore. You surprised him when you were nowhere to be found in the morning either. He and Harry sat together at the Hufflepuff table, both confused as to where their friends were. They exchanged awkward good lucks to each other and went back to their respective common rooms to retrieve what they needed for the second task.

It took him longer than he would have liked to admit to realize that you were missing because you were a part of the challenge. In fact, it was only when he finally found you— and everybody else— that he realized. Harry seemed relieved at him showing up, knowing that now he only had to worry about Ron and Hermione. Cedric broke through the chain keeping you all in place and held onto you as best as he could while swimming towards the surface.

You sputtered and coughed as your head touched the air again. You both swam the short distance back to the deck where a bunch of people were there to help you up. You were wrapped in a towel and given hot tea to try and stop your shivering. Madame Pomfrey checked over Cedric and then you. You sat next to Fleur— who told you that she had unfortunately been attacked by grindylows— and waited for the other contestants.

Cedric had already been late, even if only over the hour time limit by a single minute. Viktor and Harry were nowhere to be found. You almost spilled your tea as everyone cheered for Viktor when he and Hermione broke through the water’s surface. Your fingers drummed against the mug as you muttered for Harry to hurry up. You, Fleur, and Hermione practically threw off your towels to grab Harry, Ron, and Gabrielle. You shoved Harry’s shoulder.

“You’re crazy for trying to save everyone, Harry! Absolutely mad.”

He chuckled and accepted the mug of tea. Now that all the champions were back, you all sat on the deck as you waited for the judges to finish scoring. Dumbledore stood up to announce the scores to everyone. It was out of fifty points. You gave Fleur small claps after she was awarded twenty-five points. Her magic was impeccable but you knew she was upset about not being able to complete her task. Viktor was given a very good score of forty points. You looked at Harry as Dumbledore explained that his use of gillyweed and his moral compass to try and save everyone was admirable to the judges. His forty-five points earned some of the loudest applause. You gave him a double thumbs up— mainly because it seemed that people were no longer against him for the tournament but rooting him on like they were for the others.

“And for Mr. Diggory, his use of the Bubble-Head Charm showed simple but effective magic. He was first to return out of everyone with his hostage but was still one minute out of the time limit. For that we award forty-five points.”

You cheered extra loud for Cedric and stood up to give him a hug. The deck and stands slowly cleared of people. All the champions and hostages agreed that they wanted to change out of wet clothes and just relax. You entered Cedric’s room after changing into dry and comfortable clothes. You sat in between his legs, back resting against his chest. Padfoot was curled on the corner of the bed. Kreacher brought a tray of fruit and some more tea. Cedric’s energy was drained from the task while you were tired because the enchanted sleep was still working its way through your system. Cedric leaned against the headboard, adjusting the pillows to be right under his back. He played with your hands as you got yourself more comfortable.

“Can I ask you just one question? And then I’ll never ask it again,” you said.

“Of course.”

“I’m not just here for a snog am I? Once you get a proper one from a banshee, you won’t just throw me away, right?”

Cedric tilted your head back and kissed you hard. You almost melted in his arms. The two of you pulled apart and Cedric made sure you looked him in the eyes before he sunk down a little so he wasn’t sitting so straight against the headboard.

“When I said I fancy you, I meant that. I’ve gotten a snog from a banshee and I’m still sitting here with the witch I asked to be my girlfriend.”

You turned to be a little more comfortable in his arms, eyes closing at Cedric lightly rubbing up and down your back. The silence in the room settled like a warm blanket and you quickly fell asleep after. The two of you didn’t wake up until it was almost time for dinner. You both trudged to the Great Hall, Cedric going to his friends and you going to yours. Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked just as tired as you. You looked for Viktor, Fleur, and Gabrille— they were the same. All of you moved with a slowness about you. Harry sighed after taking a sip of his pumpkin juice.

“I’m glad the last challenge isn’t until much later. I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

You all nodded in agreement. You were glad as well. The long break would give you a chance to refocus on your studies. Your friends, your boyfriend, and school were the only priorities you really had at the moment. Especially because Professor Sprout approached you about being a prefect next year. Your plate was going to be full in the best way as far as you were concerned. You stood up from the table very stiffly.

“I’ll be in the Potions room if you want to find me.”

Ron stabbed at his chicken rather limply. “Too tired to go looking, we’ll see you tomorrow.”

You were determined to figure out the new wolfsbane potion for Remus. Brewing potions was a speciality of yours— you wouldn’t be with the seventh years otherwise— but creating them from scratch has so far proven to be of little luck. You needed to get this. You were starting to worry that if you couldn’t create your own potion from scratch then you might as well give up on both of your Alchemy projects. You had gotten notebooks from Draco and Narcissa over Christmas that were specifically for your extracurricular activities.

It was nice to have separate notebooks that didn’t have your school notes scribbled in between. You weren’t sure why you hadn’t thought of that before. You took all the ingredients out for regular wolfsbane and began recording every single measurement exactly in your book. Just to make sure you still could, you brewed the potion the normal way. Instead of bottling it up right away, you left it in the cauldron and put a lid on it.

(Part 19)...

#cedric diggory x black!reader #cedric diggory x reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter x black!reader #golden trio x reader

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My Harry Potter ships ( + marauders era ships )

• Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy

• Ron Weasley x Blaise Zabini

• Hermione Granger x Pansy Parkinson

• Ginny Weasley x Luna Lovegood

• Fred Weasley x Lee Jordan x George Weasley

• Cedric Diggory x Cho Chang

• ' Bill ' Weasley x Fleur Delacour

• Viktor Krum x ????

+ some off topic ships that are just my personal opinion :

• Harry x Ron

• Harry x Cedric

• Harry x Viktor

• Harry x Hermione

• Harry x Fleur

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• Marauders era ships :

• Sirius Black x Remus Lupin ( Wolfstar)

• Narcissa x Alice

• Bellatrix x Rita

• James x Regulus

• Barty x Regulus

• Severus x Lucius

• Lily x Marlene

• Bonus : Minerva McGonagall x Poppy Pomfrey

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I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

post azkaban sirius black x fem!reader

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO (see full series list here)

1994

The waiting is killing you. Killing you. The glassy surface of the Black Lake is still and unmoving, showing no signs of life beneath its waters.

At least with the dragon task you were able to watch Harry as he dipped and dived, roaring and cheering for him...but here, you just have to wait. Agonisingly wait for that messy mop of black hair to emerge.

"Come on, come on..." you mutter anxiously, drumming your fingers on the bench beneath you. "Where is he..."

"I'm sure he'll be up soon," Remus assures from beside you, his eyes fixed on the lake too. "He's clever. So clever to use that gillyweed! Ingenious, really."

You're so glad Remus was able to come out for this task. Otherwise, you think you might have jumped into the lake after Harry already.

"That's what you think," you say. "I just hope he isn't half as daft as his father."

"He isn't," Remus replies firmly. "But he's just as brave."

Well, he's definitely brave anyway. Resourceful, quick-thinking, yes. Clever — perhaps not so much. You recall the time he handed up astronomy homework that said the sun revolves around Earth in a counter-clockwise movement — a conclusion that you have absolutely no idea how he came to.

Fleur was the first to come back, she returned ages ago, though without her hostage. She had emerged with several cuts across her face, her robes tattered and torn after she had been attacked by Grindylows. Madam Pomfrey has been busy dabbing at her with different ointments and ingredients for the past while.

A great splash and a large gulp of air reaches your ears and your eyes search for the source of the sound — Cedric Diggory's head is now bobbing just above the surface of the lake, with a drenched Cho Chang in his arms as they make their way towards the land. You clap loudly for him, proud to see one of your students be the first back with their hostage, but still worried for Harry. Your gaze quickly returns to the lake and once again, you wait.

While Cedric and Cho are given towels and are getting dried off, a solid five minutes passes and Viktor Krum is next to break the surface of the lake, though his head has been oddly morphed into some kind of half-shark. Hermione is bobbing beside him, looking very pale as her teeth chatter. He pulls her to the land and you get out of your seat, hurrying over to her with Remus in tow.

"Alright, Hermione?" You ask, grabbing one of the thick blankets and draping it over her shoulders.

"Y-yep!" She smiles at you, teeth clashing together with the cold, her hair dripping freezing droplets of water onto her shoulders. "Hello, M-mr Lupin!"

Remus gives her a smile. "Hello, Hermione. Lovely to see you again."

Just Harry left.

Everyone waits, anticipating the arrival of the last champion any moment now.

"What is he doing down there?" You muse, worry lining your voice.

"Perhaps he's fallen asleep," Remus jokes and you elbow him, giving him a very unamused look.

"I don't find you funny, Remus! I actually find you incredibly unfunny!" You snap. "You shouldn't joke about that."

"He will be fine," Remus continues. "Seriously. Dumbledore wouldn't let anything bad happen to him, you know that."

"He's let plenty of bad things happen to him before," you scoff, clicking your tongue.

Then, to your immense relief, Harry's head finally splashes to the surface, holding onto Ron and...also onto Fleur Delacour's hostage, her younger sister.

Cheers and screams arise from the crowd, and Harry and Ron start to pull Fleur's sister through the water and up onto the bank, where the judges are standing.

"Gabrielle! Gabrielle! Is she alive? Is she 'urt?" Fleur shouts hysterically as she fights to free herself from Madame Maxime's strong grip.

You have to laugh when you see Ron's older brother, Percy, grabbing hold of his brother and dragging him to the bank fussily.

Madam Pomfrey immediately seizes Harry, throwing another thick blanket over him and pouring a searing-hot potion down his throat. Steam gushes out of his ears.

"Oh, thank goodness, Harry!" You exclaim, giving him a quick hug. "I thought you were never going to show up!"

"She thought of every single thing that could've gone wrong and seemed to believe that they had all happened to you," Remus tells him, grinning mischievously. Harry smiles back. "Good job, by the way. Very clever to use the gillyweed."

Hermione is of the same mind. "Well done, Harry! You did it, you found out how all by yourself!"

"Well — " he pauses momentarily. " — Yeah, that's right."

Dumbledore, who had been hunched over at the side of the lake, deep in conversation with what looks to be the chief merperson, now straightens up and addresses the judges. "A conference before we give the marks, I think."

The judges all go into a huddle, whispering together. Madam Pomfrey fetches Ron and plops him down beside Harry, throwing a blanket around him.

Fleur Delacour makes her way over, escaping Madam Pomfrey's clutches. "You saved 'er," she says breathlessly to Harry. "Even though she was not your 'ostage."

"Yeah."

Fleur swoops down and kisses Harry twice on both cheeks, causing Harry's pale skin to now turn a furious shade of crimson. You have to bring your hand to your mouth to stop your laugh, sharing a glance with Remus.

"And you too, you 'elped — " she says to Ron.

Ron looks extremely hopeful, enthusiastically saying, "Yeah, yeah, a bit — "

Fleur kisses him too and you don't miss the way Hermione looks positively furious, turning away and clicking her tongue disapprovingly. Ron looks delighted, watching as Fleur departs to go find her sister once again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have reached our decision. Merchieftainess Murcus has told us exactly what happened at the bottom of the lake, and we have therefore decided to award marks out of fifty for each of the champions, as follows..."

Everyone in the stands go quiet, listening intently to what Ludo Bagman is saying.

"Fleur Delacour, though she demonstrated excellent use of the Bubble-Head Charm, was attacked by grindylows as she approached her goal, and failed to retrieve her hostage. We award her twenty-five points."

Applause.

"Cedric Diggory, who also used the Bubble-Head Charm, was first to return with his hostage, though he returned one minute outside of the time limit of an hour. We therefore award him forty-seven points."

"Viktor Krum used an incomplete form of transfiguration, which was nevertheless effective, and was second to return with his hostage. We award him forty points."

Karkaroff claps extremely hard, looking especially superior. You feel the urge to push him into the lake.

"Harry Potter used gillyweed to great effect," Bagman continues. "He returned last, and well outside the time limit of an hour. However, the Merchieftainess informs us that Mr Potter was first to reach the hostages, and that the delay in his return was due to his determination to return all hostages to safety, not merely his own. Most of the judges — " Bagman shoots a particularly nasty look at Karkaroff, " — feel that this shows moral fiber and merits full marks. However...Mr Potter's score is forty-five points."

Your heart leaps and you turn to beam at Harry, clapping enthusiastically. "Oh, brilliant, Harry! Well done!"

Harry has a large grin on his face, smiling at Ron and Hermione as they voice their praises.

"The third and final task will take place at dusk on the twenty-fourth of June," says Bagman. "The champions will be notified of what is coming precisely one month beforehand. Thank you all for your support of the champions."

⁠✧⁠*⁠。✧⁠*⁠。

The weather is surprisingly nice and sunny for once, though you suspect it won't last very long. Yesterday there was such torrential rain you thought the castle might blow apart, and now it is blissfully calm and still and bright. You take advantage of this luck to sit out in the grounds under a large tree, reading a book and writing a letter to your parents.

You used to come out to this tree all the time as kids. A very specific one — not far from the banks of the Black Lake. You, Alice, and Lily would sit on the grass under it chatting and doing homework (or pretending to do it) whenever the weather allowed. Sirius and the rest of the boys would often interrupt these sessions to pull pranks, flirt and just generally annoy you.

You say annoy, but they didn't really. Your heart used to leap when you'd see Sirius strolling down towards you with his very Sirius swagger, knowing that he was heading straight for you and no one else.

"Professor!"

You look up, turning your head to see your three favourite students heading towards you, Harry leading the trio with a scrap of parchment in his hands.

"Hello, you three," you say with a smile, shutting your book closed to give them your full attention. "Something up?"

Harry hands you the parchment, and you instantly notice that the contents are very short, and that you recognise the messy handwriting.

Be at stile at end of road out of Hogsmeade (past Dervish and Banges) at two o'clock on Saturday afternoon. Bring as much food as you can.

"That...are you telling me Sirius is in Hogsmeade?"

"Sure looks it, doesn't it?" Hermione says.

"That twat," you say tensely, handing the parchment back to Harry. Hermione raises her eyebrows. "I mean, really, it's as if he's asking to be caught!"

"That's what I said!" Harry agrees heatedly.

"Look, he's made it this far, hasn't he?" says Ron. "And it's not like the place is swarming with Dementors anymore."

You bite your lip, thinking. "I suppose you have a good point, Ron. I'll save my berating for Saturday."

You heart is thrumming in your chest, excitement coursing through your body. You'll get to see him. Really see him. Though you want to give out for his recklessness, you secretly want to praise him for it. All this risk, just to see you and Harry? How sweet.

Stupid, really. But sweet all the same!

You should probably take a quick trip home before you see him, bring him some of his own clothes from the house. You do have a few of his shirts and jumpers in your chambers, but you usually wear those to bed and you're not sure if you're too keen on giving those away.

"Well, I can handle the food, no problem," you say to them, stretching out your arms. "Bitsy will be delighted...I'll wait outside Dervish and Banges for you and we can all go together."

Harry nods. "Do you think he's actually going to be there? Or will it be some weird kind of magic again?"

You chuckle, shaking your head. "He'll be there this time. Don't know what exactly he's planning, but he'll be there."

Later that day, you stand in front of your second group of fourth-years for their astronomy class. Slytherins and Ravenclaws tonight.

"Let's see...Ms Parkinson, can you tell me the difference between an umbra and a penumbra?" You look down at Pansy Parkinson, who startles immediately and tears her eyes away from whatever she was reading under her desk.

"Uh...well..." she looks to her friend beside her for help and you sigh, shaking your head.

"Parkinson, what are you reading?" You ask.

"Nothing."

You raise your eyebrows. "Doesn't look like nothing to me. Hand it to me and start listening, please."

Pansy sighs, pulling out a magazine and reluctantly handing it to you. You glance at the cover: Witch Weekly.

You toss it on your desk and return to your lesson, not missing the way Pansy Parkinson tosses dirty looks your way for the rest of it. At the end, you expect her to come up and collect the magazine once again, but instead she just hurries out of the tower with her friends.

"Parkinson, your magazine!" You call, but she doesn't return for it. You shrug, picking it up yourself and leaning back in your chair, idly flicking through the pages. Most of it is pure sensationalism, a few recipes here and there, some ads...and then there's one article that catches your eye.

HARRY POTTER'S SECRET HEARTACHE

A boy like no other, perhaps — yet a boy suffering all the usual pangs of adolescence, writes Rita Skeeter. Deprived of love since the tragic demise of his parents, fourteen-year-old Harry Potter thought he had found solace in his steady girlfriend at Hogwarts, Muggle-born Hermione Granger. Little did he know that he would shortly be suffering yet another emotional blow in a life already littered with personal loss.

Miss Granger, a plain but ambitious girl, seems to have a taste for famous wizards that Harry alone cannot satisfy. Since the arrival at Hogwarts of Viktor Krum, Bulgarian Seeker and hero of the last World Quidditch Cup, Miss Granger has been toying with both boys' affections. Krum, who is openly smitten with the devious Miss Granger, has already invited her to visit him in Bulgaria over the summer holidays, and insists that he has "never felt this way about any other girl."

However, it might not be Miss Granger's doubtful natural charms that have captured these unfortunate boys' interest.

"She’s really ugly," says Pansy Parkinson, a pretty and vivacious fourth-year student, "but she'd be well up to making a Love Potion, she's quite brainy. I think that’s how she's doing it."

Love Potions are, of course, banned at Hogwarts, and no doubt Albus Dumbledore will want to investigate these claims. In the meantime, Harry Potter's well-wishers must hope that, next time, he bestows his heart on a worthier candidate.

You're seething. Absolutely livid. You're going to kill Rita Skeeter. What a disgusting, low-life bitch.

I mean really, how desperate for a story does she have to be that she decides to get scoops on teenagers? You're currently envisioning picking up that vile crocodile-skin clutch of hers and smacking her across the face with it.

Poor Hermione and poor Harry! You just hope they haven't seen that article.

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The sun shines upon your exceptionally heavy bag, full of food, and on the other in your hand, full of Sirius' clothes. He's all you've been able to think about this past week. Of course, he's all you ever think about, but you've just been brimming with so much excitement at the prospect of seeing him you haven't been able to focus properly on anything.

You feel young again, like you're going on your first date with Sirius once more. How wonderful it would be to relive that perfect day. You'd gone to Hogsmeade together on a snowy day in January, you went to the Three Broomsticks, totally snogged —

But today, you're going to be accompanied by your godson and his two friends.

Perhaps not as romantic as you would hope.

"Merlin, what have you got in there?" Ron asks in amazement when they near Dervish and Banges, taking in the sight of your bulging bags.

You shrug. "Clothes and food. Nothing too fancy."

Ron raises his eyebrows at you.

You sigh, clutching the bags tighter and the four of your start walking down the street, to the edge of the village. The winding lane leads you out into the wild countryside around Hogsmeade and towards the large mountain beside it.

"Have you been out this way before, professor?" Hermione asks curiously, looking around her in wonderment.

"Oh, plenty of times," you reply. "We used to go exploring every time we came to Hogsmeade. Now, if I know Sirius, I know exactly where he'll be..."

You turn a corner and spot a stile at the end of the lane. Sure enough, waiting for you there with his paws on the topmost bar, is a very large, very shaggy black dog, who is carrying a bundle of newspapers in his mouth and looking very familiar...

"Hey, Sirius," Harry greets when you reach him.

You feel your heart leap at the very sight of him, chuckling when he sniffs your bag and wags his tail in approval. He turns and starts to trot away from you, and you quickly clamber over the stile to hurry after him.

Sirius leads you to the very foot of the mountain, where the ground is covered in boulders and rocks. It's easy for him, of course, with his four legs, but the rest of you find it considerably more difficult and as you climb higher you find yourself out of breath.

For nearly half an hour you follow him, following a steep and stony path, the sun beating down on your already sweaty skin. You can feel the straps of your bag cutting into your shoulders and your feet starting to burn.

"I'm going to strangle you when this is over," you shout, and Sirius barks once indignantly. "Harry, you should've brought your broomstick."

Harry laughs and mutters something in agreement, continuing to follow after Sirius.

At last, Sirius disappears from sight through a narrow fissure in the rock and you reluctantly squeeze through it, finding yourself in a cool, dimly lit cave. Tethered at the end of it, one end of his rope tied around a large rock, is Buckbeak. You bow to him, and after scrutinising your for a moment, his front knees bend to you. Hermione rushes forward to stroke his feathery neck, but you're too focused on the black dog, which has now transformed into your husband.

He's wearing the same raggedy grey robes he was wearing when he first escaped Azkaban. His hair is longer than it was when you and Harry had talked to him in the fireplace, and it's become matted and knotted again. He looks very thin.

"Food!" He says hoarsely after removing the old Daily Prophets from his mouth, looking to you pleadingly.

You toss the food bag at him and immediately his face lights up when he pulls open the drawstring, pulling out a a chicken drumstick and tearing into it.

"Thanks," he says. "I've been living off rats mostly."

"I can tell," you say, worry creeping into your voice.

"I can't steal too much from Hogsmeade; I'd draw attention to myself."

He grins at you and you sigh, opening up the other bag of clothes and pulling out a shirt, inspecting it. Sirius looks surprised to see it.

"These might be a bit big on you now..." you say, moving to hold it up in front of his chest, clicking your tongue thoughtfully. "But anything's better than those dirty robes you have on."

"I was trying to look edgy."

You snort, rolling your eyes and returning the shirt to the bag, holding it out for him to take.

Sirius smiles at you, his expression softening as his eyes flicker over your face as if he's committing it to memory for the umpteenth time. "I missed you," he says quietly.

"I missed you too," you reply, leaning up to give him a light kiss on the lips, conscious of the fact that Ron, Harry, and Hermione are still here with you, before pulling away. He sits down on the cave floor, patting the spot beside him.

You smile, sitting down and motioning for the kids to join you.

"What're you doing here, Sirius?" Harry asks.

"Fulfilling my duty as godfather," Sirius says simply, pulling another drumstick from the bag and starting to eat it. "Don't worry about it, I'm pretending to be a lovable stray."

He grins again, but upon seeing the anxious look on Harry's face, he says more seriously, "I want to be on the spot. Your last letter...well, let's just say things are getting fishier. I've been stealing the paper every time someone throws them out, and by the looks of things, I'm not the only one who's been getting worried..."

He nods at the yellowing Daily Prophets he'd thrown on the ground, and Ron bends down to pick one up and unfold it.

"What if they catch you? What if you're seen?" Harry asks, and you share in the worried look on his face.

"You four and Dumbledore are the only ones around here that know I'm an Animagus," he says, shrugging.

"You shouldn't have come, Sirius," you say quietly. "It's far too dangerous."

"I'm careful, love. I know how to take care of myself," he reassures you, though you're not fully convinced.

Harry and Ron are busy reading over the newspapers' headlines.

"I have so much to tell you," you say, a small smile spreading over your face, before your shrug. "Good and bad things."

"I can't wait to hear about them," Sirius replies genuinely. "Everything. I'll listen for days."

You open your mouth to start relaying everything to him, but Harry speaks before you and you quickly shut it, remembering the more important things right now.

"They're making it sound like Crouch's dying," says Harry slowly. "But he can't be that ill if he managed to get up here..."

"Wouldn't be a big loss," you mutter bitterly.

"You don't like him?" Ron says curiously.

"Not one bit," you say, grinding your teeth angrily. "You know he's the one who sent Sirius to Azkaban?"

Ron's surprised expression, along with Hermione and Harry's, tells you they did not.

"What?"

"You're kidding!"

"She most certainly is not," Sirius says, his expression darkening. "He used to be Head of Magical Law Enforcement, don't you know?"

"And he used to be my boss," you add, wincing.

"Wait, you worked in law enforcement?" Hermione asks curiously.

"Sure did. I trained to be an Auror but I never completed my training because of...well, everything."

"And you never went back?" Harry questions.

"Never. You think I could work for that horrible man ever again?" You spit, feeling your blood boil. "None of my co-workers ever looked at me the same after that night, anyway. It was awful."

"Like at the World Cup..." Harry mutters thoughtfully, remembering.

"What happened at the World Cup?" Sirius asks immediately, giving you a questioning look.

"Nothing, Sirius," you say dismissively. "Crouch was just being as difficult as he's always been."

"Did he say something to you?" You can see the worry on Sirius' face, his protectiveness showing through. You can't help the small part of you that's happy to see that he's worried about what could've happened.

You bite your lip, hesitating. "He accused me of casting the Dark Mark."

"What?" Sirius says indignantly. "Why would he ever think that?"

"Sirius." You give him an obvious look, holding up your left hand and wiggling your fingers, the gleaming gems on your wedding ring twinkling in the light. "Why do you think?"

He raises his eyebrows, a guilty look passing over his face. "I'm sorry."

You squint at him, perplexed. "For what, Sirius? You know well you're not the one who needs to apologise."

"Well — "

"Sirius," you say firmly, but giving him a soft look all the same. "Don't feel guilty for any of that, please. None of this is your fault. Besides, you know I'm well fit to take care of myself." You grin at him at the last bit, and he smiles back, a slight chuckle escaping his lips.

"My brother's Crouch's personal assistant," Ron tells Sirius. "He says Crouch is suffering from overwork."

"Mind you, he did look ill, last time I seen him up close," says Harry, eyes still focused on the paper. "The night my name came out of the goblet..."

"Getting his comeuppance for sacking Winky, isn't he?" says Hermione bitterly, an edge to her voice. "I bet he wishes he hadn't done it now — bet he feels the difference now she's not there to look after him."

"Hermione's obsessed with house-elves," Ron mutters to you two in exasperation. Sirius, however, looks quite interested.

"Crouch sacked his house-elf?"

"Yeah, at the Quidditch World Cup," Harry replies, and he launches into the tale of the Dark Mark's appearance, and Winky being found with Harry's wand in her hand. When he finishes, Sirius gets up and begins to pace up and down the cave, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"Let me get this straight," Sirius says after a while. "You first saw the elf in the Top Box. She was saving Crouch a seat, right?"

"Right," Harry, Ron, and Hermione say together.

"But Crouch didn't turn up for the match?"

"No," Harry answers. "I think he'd said he was too busy."

Sirius continues to pace around the cave in silence, and you have to smile at the concentrated look on his face, a look you've seen a million times before but not for a long time.

"Harry, did you check your pockets for your wand after you'd left the Top Box?"

"Erm..." He pauses, thinking. "No. I didn't need to use it before we got into the forest. And then I put my hand in my pocket, and all that was in there were my Omnioculars." He stares at Sirius for a moment. "Are you saying whoever conjured the Mark stole my wand in the Top Box?"

"It's possible," says Sirius.

"Winky didn't steal that wand!" Hermione insists.

"The elf wasn't the only one in that box," says Sirius, his brow furrowed as he continues to pace. "Who else was sitting behind you?"

"Loads of people," says Harry. "Some Bulgarian ministers...Cornelius Fudge...the Malfoys..."

"The Malfoys!" Says Ron suddenly, so loudly that his voice echoes all around the cave. "I bet it was Lucius Malfoy!"

"Anyone else?" Sirius asks.

"No one," says Harry.

"Yes, there was, there was Ludo Bagman," Hermione reminds him.

"Oh, yeah..."

"I don't know anything about Bagman except that he used to be Beater for the Wimbourne Wasps," remarks Sirius, still pacing. "What's he like?"

"He's okay," says Harry. "He keeps offering to help me with the Triwizard Tournament."

"Does he, now?" Sirius frowns deeply. "I wonder why he'd do that?"

"Says he's taken a liking to me," Harry shrugs.

Sirius hums thoughtfully.

"We saw him in the forest just before the Dark Mark appeared," Hermione tells him. She nudges Harry and Ron. "Remember?"

"But he didn't stay in the forest, did he?" says Ron. "The moment we told him about the riot, he went off to the campsite."

"How do you know?" Hermione shoots back. "How do you know where he Disapparated to?"

"Come off it," says Ron incredulously. "Are you saying you reckon Ludo Bagman conjured the Dark Mark?"

"It's more likely he did it than Winky," Hermione says snippily.

"Told you," Ron says in annoyance, looking meaningfully at you and Sirius. "Told you she's obsessed with house — "

Sirius holds up a hand to silence Ron. "When the Dark Mark was conjured, and the elf had been discovered holding Harry's wand, what did Crouch do?"

"Went to look in the bushes," Harry replies, "but there wasn't anyone else there."

"Of course," Sirius mutters, pacing up and down. "Of course, he'd want to pin it on anybody but his own elf...and then he sacked her."

"Yes." Hermione's face is flushes and her she raises her voice venomously. "He sacked her, just because she hadn't stayed in her tent and let herself get trampled."

"Hermione, will you give it a rest with he elf!" Ron snaps.

Sirius shakes his head. "She's got the measure of Crouch better than you have, Ron. If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals."

Sirius runs a hand down his face, clearly thinking hard.

"All these absences of Barty Crouch's...he goes to the trouble of making sure his house elf saves him a seat at the Quidditch World Cup, but doesn't bother to turn up and watch. He works very hard to reinstate the Triwizard Tournament, and then stops coming to that too..."

"It's not like him," you finish, and Sirius nods.

"My thoughts exactly. If he's ever taken a day off work for illness before this, I'll eat Buckbeak." He turns to the kids and begins to explain. "He was tipped for the next Minister of Magic. He's a great wizard, Barty Crouch, — "

You scoff quietly.

" — powerfully magical, and power-hungry, too. Oh, never a Voldemort supporter," he says, reading the look on Harry's face. "No, Barty Crouch was always very out-spoken against the dark side. But then a lot of people who were against the dark side...well, you wouldn't understand...you're too young..."

"I think they know far more than they let on, Sirius," you say knowingly, winking at the trio. "Give it a go."

A grin flashes across Sirius face and he shrugs. "All right, I'll try you. Imagine that Voldemort's powerful now. You don't know who his supporters are, you don't know who's working for him and who isn't; you know he can control people so that they do terrible things without being able to stop themselves. You’re scared for yourself, and your family, and your friends. Every week, news comes of more deaths, more disappearances, more torturing...the Ministry of Magic's in disarray, they don’t know what to do, they’re trying to keep everything hidden from the Muggles, but meanwhile, Muggles are dying too. Terror everywhere....confusion, panic...that’s how it used to be."

He describes it perfectly. You remember the fear and the horror, the constant fear that you'd go to sleep one night and it might be your last. The worry that you'd kiss Sirius goodbye in the morning to go to work and that you would never return that evening.

Sirius gives you a meaningful look, as if reading your mind, before continuing. "Well, times like that bring out the best in some people and the worst in others. Crouch's principles might have been good in the beginning — I wouldn't know."

He gives you a look and you shrug.

"He was all about morals and honour, all about his principles...but he changed," you say. "Towards the peak of the war, he became less about morals and more about fighting violence with violence, I guess. When he got more power in the Ministry, he started to give us harsher orders. Authorised us to use Unforgivable Curses against suspects — encouraged us, even. Gave us the power to kill rather than capture. Some of the things he did...at times, he was no better than a Death Eater himself."

"He had his supporters, mind you — " Sirius adds, " — plenty of people thought he was going about things the right way, and there were a lot of witches and wizards clamouring for him to take over as Minister of Magic. When Voldemort disappeared, it looked like only a matter of time until Crouch got the top job. But then something rather unfortunate happened..."

He smiles grimly.

"Crouch's own son was caught with a group of Death Eaters who'd managed to talk their way out of Azkaban. Apparently they were trying to find Voldemort and return him to power."

You remember reading that in the paper. Headlines upon headlines about Barty Crouch Jr and the jeopardy caused to his father's position.

"Crouch's son was caught?" Hermione gasps.

"Yep," affirms Sirius, returning to his seated spot on the ground beside you. "Nasty little shock for old Barty, I'd imagine. Should have spent a bit more time at home with his family, shouldn't he? Ought to have left the office early once in a while...gotten to know his son."

He begins to wolf down a large piece of bread casually.

"Was his son a Death Eater?" Harry asks.

"No idea," Sirius answers with a shrug. "I was in Azkaban myself when he was brought in. This is mostly stuff I've found out since I got out. The boy was definitely caught in the company of people I'd bet my life were Death Eaters — but he might have been in the wrong place at the wrong time, just like the house elf."

Something in your gut tells you it wasn't 'in the wrong place at the wrong time'. Barty Crouch Jr was a few years below you at Hogwarts, and he had always creeped you out. Strange guy, something about him always rubbed you the wrong way.

"Did Crouch try and get his son off?" Hermione queries.

Sirius gives a laugh that sounds more like a bark. "Crouch let his son off? I thought you had the measure of him, Hermione! Anything that threatened to tarnish his reputation had to go; he had dedicated his whole life to becoming Minister of Magic. You saw him dismiss a devoted house elf because she associated him with the Dark Mark again — doesn't that tell you what he's like? Crouch's fatherly affection stretched just far enough to give his son a trial, and by all accounts, it wasn't much more of than an excuse to show how much he hated the boy...then he sent him straight to Azkaban."

"He gave his own son to the Dementors?" Harry asks.

"That's right," Sirius says, a grim look settling on his face. "I saw the Dementors bring him in, watched them through the bars in my cell door. He can't have been more than nineteen. They took him into a cell near mine. He was screaming for his mother by nightfall. He went quiet after a few days, though...they all went quiet in the end...except when they shrieked in their sleep — "

"Sirius, please," you say shakily, shuddering. The thought of Sirius in that abhorrent place — it makes you feel sick. Makes you feel absolutely sick to your stomach, and the deadened look in your husband's eyes makes you feel even worse. "Please, t-that's enough."

He blinks, as if remembering where he is, and his eyes ghost over your face for a second. You see him become more grounded, his eyes brightening slightly again. He eyes find yours and he holds your gaze, a silent apology passing through it.

"So...he's still in Azkaban?" Harry says.

"No. No, he's not in there anymore. He died about a year after they brought him in."

"He died?" Harry repeats in disbelief.

"He wasn't the only one," Sirius says bitterly. "Most go mad in there, and plenty stop eating in the end. They lose the will to live. You could always tell when a death was coming, because the Dementors could sense it, they got excited. That boy looked pretty sickly when he arrived. Crouch, being an important Ministry member, he and his wife were allowed a deathbed visit. That was the last time I saw Barty Crouch, half carrying his wife past my cell. She died herself, apparently, shortly afterward. Grief. Wasted away just like the boy. Crouch never came for his son's body. The Dementors buried him outside the fortress; I watched them do it."

Sirius picks up the flask of water you had brought for him and drains it instantly.

"So old Crouch lost it all, just when he thought he had it made," he continues. "One moment, a hero, poised to become Minister of Magic...next, his son dead, his wife dead, the family name dishonored, and — so I've heard since I escaped — a big drop in popularity. Once the boy had died, people started feeling a bit more sympathetic toward the son and started asking how a nice young lad from a good family had gone so badly astray. The conclusion was that his father never cared much for him. So, Cornelius Fudge got the top job, and Crouch was shunted sideways into the Department of International Magical Cooperation."

There's a long silence. You gnaw on the edges of your thumb nervously, feeling your stomach twist and churn. Voldemort ruined so many lives, caused so much pain and hurt in the world. And Azkaban — the very name makes you heart tick fearfully faster. Something in Sirius' eyes tells you any amount of time spent in that place is something you never forget.

"Moody says he's obsessed with catching dark wizards," Harry tells you.

"Yeah, I've heard it's become a bit of a mania with him," Sirius remarks, nodding. "If you ask me, he still thinks he can bring back his old popularity by catching one more Death Eater."

"And he sneaked up to search Snape's office!" Ron says triumphantly, looking at Hermione for praise.

"Yes, and that doesn't make any sense at all," says Sirius, deadpanning.

"Yeah, it does," Ron pushes excitedly.

Sirius shakes his head. "Listen, if Crouch wants to investigate Snape, why hasn't he been coming to judge the tournament? It would be an ideal excuse to make regular visits to Hogwarts and keep an eye on him."

"Good thinking, Ron, but I don't think it's Crouch who's been sneaking into Snape's office," you say.

"Well, who do you think?" Harry asks.

"Professor Moody," you reply. "I don't think he trusts Snape."

"So, you think Snape's up to something then?"

"Well — "

"Look, I don't care what you say, Dumbledore trusts Snape — " Hermione buts in.

"Oh, give it a rest, Hermione," Ron snips impatiently. "I know Dumbledore's brilliant and everything, but that doesn't mean a really clever dark wizard couldn't fool him — "

"Why did Snape save Harry's life in first year, then? Why didn't he just let him die?"

"Look, I think you've both got a point," Sirius says in an act of mediation. "Ever since I found out Snape was teaching here, I've wondered why Dumbledore hired him. Snape's always been fascinated by the Dark Arts, he was famous for it at school. Slimy, oily, greasy-haired kid, he was," he adds, and Harry and Ron grin at each other.

You nod, grimacing. "He knew more curses and dark spells when he arrived at school than half the kids in seventh year, and he was part of a gang of Slytherins who nearly all turned out to be Death Eaters. Real creepy bloke, if you ask me."

Sirius holds up his fingers and starts to list off names. "Rosier and Wilkes — they were both killed by Aurors the year before Voldemort fell. The Lestranges — they're a married couple — they're in Azkaban."

You wince. "The sickest of the sick, those Lestranges."

Sirius nods. "Indeed. Avery — he wormed his way out of prison, from what I've heard — "

"Said he was acting under the Imperius Curse," you tell him. "Been free ever since."

"Of course," Sirius says bitterly, sighing. "As far as I know, Snape was never even accused of being a Death Eater — not that that means much. Plenty of them were never caught. And Snape's certainly clever and cunning enough to keep himself out of trouble."

"Snape knows Karkaroff pretty well, but he wants to keep that quiet," says Ron.

"Yeah, you should've seen Snape's face when Karkaroff turned up in Potions yesterday!" Harry agrees quickly. "Karkaroff wanted to talk to Snape, he says Snape's been avoiding him. Karkaroff looked really worried. He showed Snape something on his arm, but I couldn't see what it was."

At once, you and Sirius look at each other, same ideas whirling in your heads. You squint your eyes sceptically, shaking your head ever-so-slightly. Sirius runs a hand through his dirty hair, shrugging.

It's something the two of you have always been good at. Being able to communicate silently, whether right beside each other or on opposite ends of a room. You just know exactly what the other is thinking.

"If Karkaroff's genuinely worried, and he's going to Snape for help..." Sirius stares at the cave wall, and then voices a sigh of frustration. "There's still the fact that Dumbledore trusts Snape, and I know Dumbledore trusts where a lot of other people wouldn't, but I just can't see him letting Snape teach at Hogwarts if he'd ever worked for Voldemort."

"Why are Crouch and Moody so keen on getting into Snape's office then?" Ron says stubbornly.

"Moody is keen on getting into everybody's office," you say simply. "I'm not sure he trusts anyone at all. No matter how much time you've spent with him." Your mind flashes back to the hurt you felt that night he dismissed you, and you inhale deeply. "And as for Crouch...I have no idea. It just doesn't make any sense, does it? The illness, not showing up to the World Cup, not judging the tournament..."

A silence falls as you mull over these questions, fiddling with your ring absent-mindedly while you think.

"You say your brother's Crouch's personal assistant? Any chance you could ask him if he's seen Crouch lately?" Sirius asks.

"I can try," Ron says doubtfully. "Better not make it sound like I reckon Crouch is up to anything dodgy, though. Percy loves him."

"And try and find out whether they've got any leads on Bertha Jorkins while you're at it," Sirius says, glancing down at a copy of The Daily Prophet. He looks at you. "Love, what about your cousin, the one that works at the Ministry? Could you ask her?"

"Who, Mandy?" You say, scoffing. "Mandy doesn't talk to me anymore, Sirius. She doesn't want to be associated with me whatsoever because she thinks I'd damage her reputation."

Sirius raises his eyebrows, but says nothing. He heaves an enormous sigh, clearly exhausted, and rubs his shadowed eyes.

"What's the time?"

You glance down at your watch. "Half three."

"You guys better get back to school," he says to the kids, getting to his feet. He offers you his hand and you gratefully accept it, allowing him to pull you up off the ground.

"Now, listen..." He looks particularly hard at Harry. "I don't want you lot sneaking out of school just to see me, all right? Just send notes to me here. I still want to hear about anything odd, but you're not to be leaving Hogwarts without permission; it would be an ideal opportunity for someone to attack you."

"No one's tried to attack me so far, except a dragon and a few grindylows," Harry jokes, but Sirius is having none of it and scowls at him.

"I don't care...I'll breathe freely when this tournament is over, and that's not until June. And don't forget, if you're talking about me amongst yourselves, call me Snuffles, okay?"

The three nod, say their goodbyes and squeeze through the gap in the rock, leaving you and Sirius in the cave alone.

"Same goes for you, too, you know," he says, turning to you.

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