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verybadatwriting · 1 year

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A Strange Pair

Lestrange!ReaderXFred Weasley

Summary: Fred Weasly and Y/n Lestrange make things work, despite the familial differences

Warnings: Descriptions of reader’s hair, unsupportive parents, abusive parents, probably mentions of mass genocide, bad eating habits/food scarcity, nightmares, dislike of self (specifically hair)

Notes: Your dad in this story looks just like you do in real life, I just wanna make it abundantly clear that you look like you. IDK if I’m explaining it right. I tried to keep it gn, as usual.

Part 2

Gn!reader

Word count: 3,547

In all but two ways, you looked like your father. Same skin, eyes, everything. The two things that didn't line up, and that people always immediately noticed, was that you had your mother’s smile and her hair. Thick, curly, and quite untamable. Since your first year at Hogwarts, you’d been told both were too reminiscent of her.

Many people had serious grudges against your parents, especially your mother. That was completely understandable. You had never really liked her. Or maybe you loved her. Sometimes even you didn’t know. There were times when she was a monster, and others where she wasn’t quite loving, but better than the monster. It didn’t make sense, to you or to anyone else.

Outsiders thought you would be just like her. A monster. Teachers included. All the (secretly) loyal Death Eaters thought you were too soft and not at all like the woman they’d fought alongside, and who had gained the Dark Lord’s attention. In your own family that was the sentiment. Not good enough. Too soft. Not Slytherin Enough.

When you were a toddler, you’d made the mistake of asking if she loved you.

“No.” She had replied simply, then elaborated, “You’re my flesh and bone. Even that’s not enough to make up for your nature. Additionally, love is a distraction. A distraction from the one thing that truly matters…”

You’d run crying to your father, who simply told you that’s the way she was. That was the last time you cried. Later that day, you were sitting with your aunt Narssissa and her newborn son. As you listened to her baby-talk to him, you started to resent your mother. You once overheard her say she expected you to be one of the small burned marks on the Black Family Tree.

That resent didn’t pass during the war, or your parent’s sentencing for the torture of the Longbottoms, it only grew. For four years you lived with the Malfoys. Draco saw you as an older sibling, and you saw him as a tragically misguided child. In those four years you became disillusioned with the Death Eaters, mainly after more research into the attack on the Longbottoms.

During your first two years at Hogwarts you befriended the Weasley twins, who were in the same year as you. Fred liked you and vice versa, and by your fifth year you were a couple. His mom didn’t approve, and you doubted your mother would either. You didn’t care, nor did he.

The outside observer couldn't fathom why you were together, you seemed like complete opposites. He was the life of the party, from a big family that fought on the right side of the war. In fact, the only thing you seemed to have in common was the nack for getting into trouble, especially with that wretched new pink-clad teacher. Umbridge.

You knew of the twin’s plan to set off fireworks and start a shop. The night before they enacted it, you and Fred were cuddled up on a couch in the Gryffindor common room, late at night. George sat across from you two.

“And then we’ll make our grand exit!” Fred said.

“Along with dropping fliers for our store.” George said.

“I think that Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes will be the most popular shop in Diagon Alley.” You said.

“At least among trouble-making youngsters.” George added. You three chuckled for a moment.

“Where are you going for the holidays?” You asked.

“We’ll probably stop by our mum’s house.” Fred said, “Unless she completely flips out about us deserting school and disowns us.” He realized what he’d said and sucked in a quick breath. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You said, “I don't think your mom would do something like that. Setting off a few hundred fireworks and leaving school isn’t the worst thing you two have done.”

The twins laughed, and made sure not to be too loud. You were not supposed to be in their common room and someone finding out about the three of you meeting would have had disastrous consequences.

Around midnight George turned in for the night, and advised you and Fred to do the same.

“We will.” Fred said, “Just a few more minutes.” George went up the stairs, leaving Fred and you curled up on the couch together. After a few moments of silence, you spoke.

“If you and George want to stop by over Christmas…” You said, “Here’s where to find me.” You pulled away slightly to scribble down an address on a slip of paper and handed it to him along with an envelope with a key in it.

“It’s not the biggest apartment, but there’s enough room for three.”

“Thanks, love.” He kissed the crown of your head, “We really should get to bed, George and I need to be rested up.”

“I’m gonna miss you, Freddie.” You said.

“I will too.” He echoed, “Now that I have this,” He waved the slip of paper, “We’ll be seeing eachother often.”

The next few months flew by, like the twins had flown from Umbridge. You kept your head down at Hogwarts, and worked hard. Fred and George often sent letters, and you sent many as well. Over the summer, the letters were filled with invitations to visit them. Sadly, you had to decline. You were working your butt off to keep your apartment. Rent had gone up drastically.

You and your cat lived in an apartment in the Muggle side of London over the breaks. It was pretty nice, although strangely shaped. The entryway had a bedroom on the right, then it opened into a kitchen/living/dining room with windows. If you continued going forward from the door, the wall curved to the right ever so slightly, the bathroom’s on your left, and at the end of the hall is a second, smaller, bedroom.

It was always empty. It had furniture, chairs, beds, and such. All you brought with you each visit was a single suitcase enchanted against water, fire, and anything else you and Dumbledore could think of. That contained all your documents, money, a few prized possessions, and photos.

You had to save up enough to send rent while you were at Hogwarts, so that you could move back in during the breaks. All summer you worked tirelessly. Fred’s letters were what kept you going.

A lonely school year started in September 1996. After what felt like an eternity of studying and ignoring Umbridge, Winter Break finally rolled around. You briefly made eye contact with Mrs. Weasley on Platform 9 ¾. She glared at you, and you continued on your way.

You went home to your apartment, with arrangements to start work the next day. All you could do was head to bed. The next morning you woke up at five thirty to get to work. By six you were out the door.

Six to six forty was commuting. Very different from Hogwarts, where you often didn’t have to leave the building. Crammed into the Tube, you didn’t even get a seat. After a hellish morning commute you got to the cheap chain restaurant you worked at every break.

Over your lunch break your boss pulled you aside.

“Hi Y/n.” He said, “It’s lovely to have you back, such a hard worker… Anyway! We’re cutting your hours.”

“What.” You said.

“We’ve learned to manage well enough without you.”

“Sir, we had an agreement.”

“I know…” He said, “Things change, plus we never signed anything official. I can still get you some hours, but they’ll be at odd times. Not enough people are signed up for the midnight to seven for tomorrow. I can get you that shift for sure and you’ll get at least seven hours a day.”

Somehow managing to not flip out at your manager, you politely nodded.

“Does today’s shift have the usual times?”

“Yes, you’ll get off at four.” He said, “Speaking of which, get to work.”

Hours later, after changing out of your slightly greasy uniform and folding it in the bottom of your bag, you left work to do two things. Get food for the week, and see if there was any way to make some more money. If you only got seven hours going forward there was no way you’d be able to keep the apartment.

Six pm rolled around and you walked into your apartment. You’d had no luck with getting a second job, especially since your availability during the school year was nonexistent. You did pick up a few packs of instant noodles and some cat food. At least your pet would be happy.

Turning the handle, your cat acknowledged you by lifting her head.

“Thanks for the warm welcome.” You said, “I brought dinner for you. It looks like it’s just us. Again.” You opened the food and plonked a bit in her bowl. While she ate, you thought about making a packet of the noodles, and decided against it.

For all his failings, your manager was always alright with the workers sneaking a sandwich every now and then. You’d just eat in six hours when you got to work. That would have to do. You crawled into bed to sleep for a few hours.

Something woke you up. It was the sound of someone trying to navigate somewhere without being too loud. There was a knock at your bedroom door.

“Hey? Y/n?” A familiar voice said.

“What if we have the wrong house?” Said another.

“Then the key wouldn’t have worked, George.” Said Fred, “I thought my twin would be a bit smarter. Honestly.”

“Freddie?” You asked, opening the door.

“The one and only.” The two of you embraced in a kiss and stayed like that for a moment. Then you heard George bumbling around in the kitchen.

“Oh Merlin.” You sighed, “What on earth is your brother doing?”

“I don’t know.” Fred said, “Do we want to go find out?”

Turns out he was cooking.

“Hi Y/n!” He said, “I’m making dinner. This fellow,” He motioned to Fred, “Was so set on getting here as soon as possible that he didn’t let us stop to eat! I’m making some for you too.”

“Oh George.” You said, “It’s fine, I’ll eat when I go to work.”

“That’s hours away!” He protested. “Do you just not like my cooking?”

“Fine.” You said, jokingly angry. “I’ll join you, but I’ve got to get to bed soon.”

“Why?” Fred teased, “Got a hot date?”

“No!” You guffawed, “I got the late shift at work. It starts at midnight.”

“Aw, I’m sorry, love.” He said.

“Y/n,” George said, “I suggest you get some rest. It’s nearly ten thirty right now and, with all due respect, you need some sleep.”

“Jeez, I look that bad?” You chuckled.

“Georgie,” Fred said, “I’m gonna go make sure they actually sleep.” He slung his arm around your shoulder. A few moments later, you were snuggled in bed together. He was the big spoon, and had one arm looped around your waist while the other served as a pillow. Silence settled for a while.

“Your hair’s in my mouth.” He said. This happened a lot when you were the little spoon. Another reason to hate your hair. You adjusted a little and that fixed it. As Fred was drifting off to sleep, he murmured something.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Freddie.”

Eleven thirty came about, and your alarm woke you up. Quietly, you tried to remove Fred’s arm and slip away without waking him up. You were unsuccessful.

“Hmm?” He tightened his arm, “What’s going on?”

“I’m just going to work,” You yawned, exhausted.

“Do you have to?”

“Yes,” You replied, still gently trying to move his arm. “It’s how I can afford to keep this apartment.”

“Do you have to?”

“Do I have to keep my apartment?”

“Yeah.” He sleepily nodded.

“Fred,” You sighed, “It’s where I live.”

“I know, but that could change.”

“Where else would I go?”

“George and I have an apartment, a lot like this one, right above our shop.” He said, “There’s only two beds, but personally, I wouldn’t mind sharing with you.” You thought for a moment, not quite sure if this was the ramblings of a sleepyhead who wanted more cuddles, or if Fred was serious.

“Well.” You said, “My boss will wonder where I am.”

“Just call and say you’re sick.” He yawned, “Or say there’s a family emergency.”

“I suppose that could work. Either way, I have to get out of bed.” Reluctantly, Fred lifted his arm. Within minutes you were back, and snuggled next to him again.

Fred awoke to you suddenly sitting bolt-upright, soaked in sweat and looking really shaken up. He sat up next to you, and slowly took your hands in his.

“Hey Y/n.” He said, “You’re okay. You’re safe.” Your initial instinct was to pull away, until the more rational side of your brain took over and you remembered that Fred wasn’t a threat.

“It’s okay,” He repeated, “Can you take some deep breaths, love? There you go. Good job.” You leaned onto him, relieved to have some form of comfort.

“Do you wanna talk about it, or lie back down?” He asked quietly.

“I don’t know.” You whispered.

“That’s alright.” He soothed, “We can stay like this.” And you did. He kept his arms wrapped tightly around you until you were ready to talk about the nightmare.

“It was… Well not quite a flashback,” You said, “I was there again. The cold walls. The firelight. Everything was the exact same…” You trailed off.

“Same as when?” Fred asked.

“Same as it was the first time.” You replied. This only slightly confused Fred, you had mentioned the ‘times’ a whole lot, although you never went into detail. This time, you told him all of it.

“I was an infant.” You continued, “Crying simply because that’s what babies do. That demon – my mother – used Crucio on me.”

Fred sucked in an involuntary sharp breath.

“I eventually learned to stop crying. For good.”

“Oh God…” Fred said, “Y/n. I’m…” He trailed off and hoped his message would get through as he pressed a kiss to your head.

“Thanks.” You said, “Let’s lie down now.”

“Of course.”

You awoke late in the morning. At first you panicked, thinking you’d drastically overslept, but then you felt Fred next to you and remembered it was alright. George was cooking breakfast, and when he heard the two of you waking up he poked his head in.

“Morning love birds,” He said, “What do you want to eat?”

“Uh,” You said, “I don’t have anything here. Just a few instant ramen packets.”

“Psh,” George said, “Silly of you to assume we didn’t bring food. I suggest you have pancakes, there’s some from the first batch on the table.” He left the room.

Throughout the day Fred insisted you relax. You found out he was completely serious about inviting you to live with them. In the afternoon, you contacted your boss to say you were moving. He threw a hissy fit because you gave such short notice.

“Well, sir,” You replied, “You seemed to be getting along just fine without me. I had the option to completely ghost you and never speak to you again. I’ll be there to return my uniform later today.” And then hung up the phone.

“Freddie?” You said, “I need to make a quick run to work and drop off my uniform, wanna come?”

“Of course.” He said, “Is George joining us?”

“Only if he wants.”

The three of you walked down to the nearest Tube station. You bought the twins their own cards, and showed them how they worked. Unlike your usual commutes, this Tube trip was enjoyable. Fred and George were amazed at the underground trains, and how scanning a flimsy piece of paper caused the turnstiles to open.

That night you called the Knight Bus to get to Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes. On the ride you discussed their plans for Christmas. Their mom had invited them over Christmas Day. The only reason they weren’t there right now is because they were waiting for a reply.

“Why do you need a reply from her?” You asked, “You’ve already been invited.”

“I wanted to know if you could come with us.” Fred said. “I expect there’s a letter waiting patiently for us back home.”

Sure enough, there was a letter carefully slid underneath the door. It was from Mrs. Weasley, who begrudgingly extended the invitation to you.

‘If it is necessary for the Lestrange child to come too, I suppose it’s alright.’ She went on to threaten you with bodily harm if you stepped a foot out of line. After reading the letter, Fred lead you to his room. Or rather, your shared room.

He showed you an empty bureau you could put your stuff in. To his surprise, you only had two extra shirts and pants. It didn’t even fill a single drawer. Later that evening, the three of you used the floo network to travel to the Burrow.

Polite conversation filled the rooms. Mr. Weasley was very interested in the Muggle world, and was thoroughly enjoying listening to you, Fred, and George explain the underground train system. He had many questions, which bored his wife and helped her lose her death-glare at you.

Over the course of a few hours she interacted with you once or twice, mainly saying things like ‘excuse me’ when she passed you in a narrow hallway. She did see you and Fred sitting together on the couch, and once again glowered in your direction.

“The way you two flirt is shameful.” She muttered, just loud enough for you and Fred to hear. In reply he simply wrapped an arm around your shoulders and continued the conversation like nothing had happened.

You met a woman named Nymphadora, who insisted everyone call her Tonks. The conversation started when she commented on your hair. With more than a little shame, you told her it was from your mother’s side of the family. It turned out you and her were cousins, although her mother was disowned.

“Oh that’s fun.” You said, “I’m disowned too!” Both of you laughed about it.

“Yeah, that family really sucks.” Tonks said.

“Tell me about it.” You replied. Eventually the time came, and you went to bed. Through the thin walls you heard Mrs. Weasley fighting with Fred. Muffled voices attacking and defending you.

“I want that demon-spawn out of my house!”

A quiet reply.

“Well go and live with them then! See what I care.”

Fred replied again, just barely audible this time.

“But I love them.”

In the morning Mrs. Weasley looked more pissed than ever that you had the audacity to exist. Despite this, she made Christmas wonderful for everyone. The food was delicious, the spirit was there, blocking out the troubles of the outside world, if only for a little bit.

Evening fell. The next morning you would head back to the twin’s shop, just a few more hours without angering Mrs. Weasley any more and you’d be in the clear. Right as Tonks and Remus were saying their goodnights, a ball of fire rained down from the sky! Your cackling mother appeared out of a cloud of black smoke and the fire encircled the Burrow. As quick as she’d come, she disappeared over the wall of fire.

Harry tried to sprint after her, but you shoved past him. You thrust yourself through the fire, weapons drawn, and slung a knife at your mother’s shoulder. It hit with a sickening ‘thunk.’

“Your aim’s improved.” She said, withdrawing the knife and throwing it back, aiming for your torso. You nimbly caught it.

“What’s wrong?” She teased, “Not happy to see Mummy?” You chucked another knife at her, this time she caught it midair.

“I see. Giving me the silent treatment.” She nodded.

“Shut up.” You said, as you chased her further into the tall grass.

“Are you sure you want to stay here and play with me?” She asked, “Don’t you want to make sure your friends are okay? Fenrir sometimes plays a little rough…”

“I said shut up.” You lunged at her, and managed to get in a few good blows before she slashed you across the cheek and rolled to her feet.

“Any particular reason you’re not using magic?” Bellatrix questioned, “I always suspected you were a filthy squi-” At that moment, a jet of flame erupted into the air from the Burrow, and she used your distraction to escape, her cackles ringing in the air.

You rushed back towards the fire, only to see the whole group standing outside the now-burning Burrow. A heartbeat passed as everyone watched the blazing house, then Mrs. Weasley turned to you.

“You.” She spat, “You lead them to us. You are just like your mother. Sick! Get out. Now! Leave!” Molly was near hysterics, her husband was barely able to hold her back from attacking you.

“Bye Freddie, I’ll see you at home.” You tossed a handful of Floo powder onto the burning Burrow and stepped in. The last word was directed at both Fred, and the fire. A whirlwind of green and you were back in the attic of Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes.

“I guess this is home now.”

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hogwartseighthyear · 3 months

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in fics where remus and/or sirius raise harry why do some people hate when they call him cub or pup like. i think it’s cute ☹️

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mostlynatur3 · 5 months

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My first try at book binding.

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fictive-fodder · 2 years

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Congratulations on 100 followers!!! You deserve many many more <3 I was hoping you could write Painting Remus with "3 - things you didn't say at all" I'm in love with how you write him, thank you for being amazing!

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Hi! I’m glad you liked Painting because I’m taking advantage of your request to write….probably the angstiest thing I’ve ever written. I couldn’t fit in the story because the painter wasn’t there for this moment, but readers of Harry Potter were never given an explanation for what made Remus and Sirius stop trusting each other during the first wizarding war, and I’ve decided that the catalyst for their mistrust in one another was the letter Sirius sent to the painter after death eaters destroyed their muggle family. Sorry if you weren’t looking for angst, but here comes a tall order for it.

I feel like most of my fight scenes have been a little underwhelming, so I hope this one… whelms :D

You had been trying to sleep when you heard the sound of someone apparating. Adrenaline filled you as you jumped up, Sirius's letter in one hand, your wand in the other. Your best guess was that it has been four days since you had apparated into James and Lily's home. You were still wearing the same clothes, as you hadn't had anything else.

It was Remus.

You felt yourself go limp with relief at the sight of him. "Remus-" You breathed, taking a step closer. At first, Remus' expression mirrored yours, but as you stepped close he raised his wand towards you.

"What creature unlocked your door at Hogwarts?" He asked, voice low.

"What?" You drew back, eyes wide.

"Answer me!" Remus hissed, tightening his grip on his wand.

"Um- A, a rabbit? A little jack rabbit on the ring?" Your voice shook. It had been 6 months since you had last seen him but what startled you more was having never seen Remus look so intense. You had never before noticed how easily he could fill a room when utilizing his full height, how much space he could control.

Remus lowered his wand with a relieved sigh. He closed the distance between the two of you and pulled you into a tight embrace. Your mind was a mix of relief and despair, so grateful for the comfort while constantly being reminded of what had happened.

"Where are we going?" You asked, looking up at him.

Remus's face softened momentarily. You felt his hand come up to hold your jaw. He looked into your eyes, frowning slightly, before his gaze fell to the letter in your hand. "What is that?"

"Sirius wrote me." You replied, gripping the letter tighter. "To let me know that I should expect someone soon."

"Sirius?" Remus repeated, his voice hardening. He looked as if he was about to ask something more, but thought better of it and turned to the wall behind him. "Alice, Frank!" He called out, tapping his wand on the wall. "We're ready."

At the tap of Remus' wand, an archway appeared, opening the wall up to the living space you had heard around you the last four days. A man and a woman were on the other side, looking at you with a mix of sternness and sympathy.

"C'mon then-" Alice said, gesturing over to her fireplace. Frank was grabbing a bag of floo powder.

Bewildered, you obliged. "Where-?" You asked again, voice shaking.

"Don't worry." Remus assured, "Peter is going to take you in for now. Alice is going to make sure you get there."

You turned back to Remus, eyes stinging. "You're not coming?"

You noticed that while Remus' expression was stoic, his chest was noticeably rising and falling with his breaths. "No." He started. There was a pause, in which Remus glanced at Alice and Frank while he thought of how to explain. It seemed as if it was becoming harder for Remus to look you in the eyes.

"What Remus means is that we're all doing our best to keep sensitive information known to as few as possible." Frank said in a gentle tone from near the fireplace. Alice nodded encouragingly. "For example, we knew we were protecting someone in that secret room, but we don't know how to access it."

"And I do not know where Peter is, but Alice and Frank do." Remus continued, fighting a tone of guilt in his voice.

You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could Remus gave Alice and Frank a nod and with a sharp popping sound, had disapperated.

-X-

Remus let out a shaky breath as he apparated back into Sirius’ flat. He had always been good at shaking off unpleasant feelings, discomfort, but watching Alice guide you into that fireplace was too much. The expression you’d had, that sadness- and what was worse, surprise. Remus knew that you had wanted him to take you to Peter’s, he knew you were upset to realize that he was hardly involved in helping you. A shudder fell through Remus’ body as he closed his eyes- all he could see was the look of betrayal, of unfamiliarity that had crept into your eyes. That would be burned into his memory forever.

Remus’ throat felt thick and heavy, as if it was going to fall into his stomach. He could feel a sob fighting its way out of him, but Remus bit his lip, tamping it down. Crying, Remus reasoned, would be too much of a release. Better to keep this feeling, better to be marked by it, remember it and use it so this never could happen again.

The fireplace on the other side of the flat flared to life. Remus turned, watching as Sirius stepped through, his heartbeat quickening at the sight of Sirius’ gaunt, sleepless face.

“How’d it go?” Sirius asked, looking at Remus with wide eyes as he dusted off his robes.

“As well as you could expect… thanks to Alice and Frank.” Remus answered, trying to keep his voice even despite the fact that it felt like his neck had been tied into a knot. Sirius sighed heavily, shaking his head.

“I wish I could have been there.” he lamented.

Remus felt his face twitch, his skin suddenly felt so very, very hot. He took a deep, slow, breath and tried to pass it off as a sigh in unison with Sirius’. So, Sirius wished he could have done more? Remus winced as the image of your hand gripping Sirius’ letter flashed in his mind. “I’d say you’ve already done too much, Padfoot.” he answered, forcing himself to stare at the floor as looking at Sirius just made him angrier. In his periphery, Remus could tell that Sirius had turned to stare at him.

“What do you mean?” Sirius asked, plainly confused.

Almost too innocent, Remus thought bitterly. Remus glanced at Sirius’ face, at his wide eyes and the pit of his chest turned into a fire. “That letter?”

Sirius shrugged, his brow drawn together in further confusion. “What about it?”

“Because, Sirius-” he barked, only becoming more irritated by the jump Sirius gave at Remus’ biting tone, “Because you know better than that. It’s a very, very dangerous time and you’ve jeopardized Alice and Frank, you jeopardized me by sending that letter.”

“Oh Mooney-” Sirius started sadly, his shoulders slumped as he took a few steps towards Remus. “But you didn’t see, you weren’t there when James and Lily told The Order what happened. You didn’t see the pain on Lily’s face, as she talked about them losing their entire family and crying on her lap. They’ve been alone, Mooney, they might be safe but they’ve been alone. I couldn’t stand it.”

Sirius held Remus’ gaze for a long moment, his face falling as Remus remained stern. It was true, he hadn’t been there, because he’d been asked to go do what he was always asked to do- find a group of werewolves that hadn’t already pledged themselves to Voldemort. Thinking of that just made Remus feel worse. Seeing what people like him were like-

“You…” Remus sighed and pinched his brow. Was it hard for him to reply because he feared it would sound too harsh, or was it because if he said anything more he might not be able to stop himself from shouting? “You could have completely compromised their safety by sending that letter. You can’t do that, Sirius, you can’t put your friends above the order. Nothing can be more salient than the orders we’re given, nothing! Or you won’t have friends to protect.”

Sirius raised his brows, looking at Remus like he was impressed. He tilted his head, mulling over Remus’ words as if chewing them. The hairs on Remus’ arms rose as his shoulders tensed, like he was preparing to withstand a storm- which, with Sirius’ tongue, might not be too far from reality. Remus swallowed dryly as he watched Sirius’ eyes narrow.

“So you’re frustrated with me.” Sirius clarified, taking a step towards him.

“Very.” Remus nodded. Sirius shook his head- there it was, that sharp smile.

“...I’m having a hard time, Rem.” Sirius said, standing before Remus, eyes glinting.

“Oh yea?”

“Yea…. I’m having a hard time believing this has anything to do with protocols.”

“Well it does.” Remus shrugged. He looked down at Sirius and could feel his jaw ticking as he clenched his teeth. “So you either don’t care about the Order enough to be true to it, or you’re trying to wriggle out of taking accountability.”

“Right.” Sirius smirked, “Perfect, Mooney- It couldn’t have anything to do with the fact that you weren’t there? That we weren’t there? That their family is gone because we didn’t think they would be targeted and that is on us? Because they went to Lily and James and not you? Because I found a way to give them some shred of comfort, of love- and when you got there you were all business?”

Remus felt like he might go blind with rage.

“You don't think it wasn’t hard for me? You think I wouldn’t rather have them with me?” he spat.

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Of course you would rather, Rem. But that’s the problem- it's always a “would” and never a “will” with you. You get all your life’s meaning putting out the fires James and I start. You’re all too comfortable just sitting back and letting people think you’re the sensible, witty one that will smooth over all of our mistakes, but you’re not. You’re the one that’s never taken the first step to do anything, you’re the one watching life fly fucking by as other’s wait for you to catch on.”

“Oh stop this, Sirius.” Remus’ voice shook. “Don’t try to turn this around and make this about relationships. If you can’t handle not seeing them, not sending them letters, then maybe you should just keep away. Just stay away from them.”

“Why, don’t they already have you for that?” Sirius raised an eyebrow, looking bored.

“I’m not kidding, Sirius.” Remus growled, drawing himself up to his full height. He took a step towards him. “You’re endangering them. I don’t want you around if you can’t fucking control yourself.”

He watched Sirius’ eyes fill with a malice Remus had only ever seen at Sirius’ worst- fights with his family, fights with Death Eaters he’d grown up around. Remus’ eyes widened as he stopped a shudder from running down his spine at the effect Sirius’ glare had.

“Do you love them, Remus?” Sirius asked.

“That’s not what this is about-” Remus stammered, shaking his head.

“Do you?”

“Of course I do-”

“Not like how you love James, you ass.” Sirius seethed, pushing his hand against Remus’ chest. “You know what I am asking. It’s sad, you can’t even answer.”

Remus pushed Sirius away forcefully, a cruel satisfaction rang through him as he watched Sirius stumble backwards. “They know I care about them-”

“Bullocks. How the fuck do you fathom that?” Sirius yelled, leaning towards Remus again. “You either have to tell them or show them- YOU haven’t DONE anything!”

Before Remus could register that he had moved, Remus had the collar of Sirius’ robes balled up in his fist. Remus held Sirius before him, a terrible grimace contorting his face.

“Fine.” Sirius snarled, his face transformed sharply, darkening, willful and wild. “Do you know who you’re reminding me of, Remus?” Sirius started, voice loud. “How little Snivelleus would traipse around Lily. Admit it- you’re jealous seeing me be there for them the way you SHOULD BE, because you CAN’T get over yourself being a danger, being a risk. Well now you have no excuse, they’ve handled worse than a werewolf Remus, and you’re still inept. I’m not your problem mate, you are.”

Sirius noticed Remus' hand had flexed into a fist before Remus did. His eyes widened. “What, you’re going to hit me?” he hissed, a sliver of hurt and vulnerability showing through his eyes. His mouth bent to a pained frown.

Remus let go- forcing his hands to relax and fall to his side. Another long silence followed.

“I always hoped for you, Remus.” Sirius said, voice rough. “I knew that you felt you had to hide, but I believed you’d overcome that for the right person, just like you did with us. Now-” Sirius shook his head with disgust, looking at Remus as if he had transformed into a stranger. “They deserve better than this. Better than you.”

Remus’ eyes stung with hot tears. He held his breath, staring at Sirius’ sharp, unloving face.

“I’m not going to have you blame me because you’re too scared to be honest with yourself.” Sirius breathed, his shoulders shook with anger. “You can go hang around that oily twat Snape if that’s the lack of life you want. Get out.”

“Fine-” Remus growled, and with a flick of his wand he glimpsed the last he’d ever see of Sirius’ flat. While Sirius stood, wide eyed, incredulous, and in pain as the world spun and then spun again.

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nancythebisexualslutwheeler · 1 year

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This is my favorite fic I’ve written in a while and my life is rlly hard rn so I think y’all should read it and comment. (My most recent smut if that’s your thing.)

Draco and Hermione have accidental phone sex.

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Annoyingly Perfect, Perfectly Annoying

Author:

KairiGokuJr

Rated:

Harry/OC

Warnings:

Underage

Summary:

Rory and Harry think that their relationship is perfect, but they learn quickly that no one is perfect, not even them. With the Ministry at Hogwarts, Voldemort in the shadows, and mysteries about Rory's family stirring, stress and misunderstanding abound. Can the couple conquer their troubles inside and outside of Hogwarts?

Chapter 52

: Clearing the Air

"You know I don't think we were nothing," Harry said. "You were everything." "And so were you. Which is why, not to be dramatic, it might've just felt like a dumb mistake to you, but walking into that room and seeing you with her… It felt like the worst thing that ever happened to me," she said. She was crying now. She was trying very hard to wipe the tears away, but they came and they came and they came all the same. "Rory, please don't cry," he said, putting a hand on her knee. It was meant to be a comforting gesture, and it truly felt that way. There had been times in the past when she doubted Harry when he reassured her, but now "I never meant… Rory, I didn't know." She wanted to laugh, but it made more sense to keep crying. What else could she do but cry? Rory had seen someone murdered right before her eyes. Someone had tried to kill her. She'd run through the forest in the dark of night chased by a werewolf, her father when she was 13-years-old in an attempt to save her biological father from a fate worse than death. But Harry Potter, kissing Cho Chang in the room of requirement? That had been her undoing. That had been the thing that made the world seem unbearable. He'd been the one person in her life who she could trust without a second thought. She told him everything, anything. He was her everything. And then he just wasn't anymore.

FFN:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13916678/52/Annoyingly-Perfect-Perfectly-Annoying

AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32456278/chapters/118761334

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Story Update: Time and Time Again, Chapter 37 - A Change in Staff

There’s a new chapter for my fanfiction Time and Time Again. Check it out!

Story Synopsis:

During the battle at the Department of Mysteries, Hermione is knocked unconscious. When her old DADA professor wakes her up, and tells her to run, she takes off and goes through an unfamiliar door. Little did Hermione know, the door she goes through sends her 20 years into the past. Eventually RL/HG.

Rating: T

Links:

Time and Time Again (AO3 link)

Chapter 37 (AO3 link)

Chapter Peek:

“Oi, Evans!” called out James.

Lily turned from her group of friends and rolled her eyes at James, but she wore a faint smile. She said something else to the group of girls before walking over to them.

“Not going to try to ask me out again, Potter?” Lily asked, shaking her head as she stopped in front of them.

“Not this time. Why? Did you want me too?” asked James with a wink.

Lily snorted, and James’s grin widened.

“Hello, Lily.”

“Hello, James.”

“I guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other this year,” said James, holding out his new Head Boy badge.

Lily’s mouth dropped in fake surprise but her eyes lit up at the sight of it.

“Head Boy! You? I thought it was a joke when I heard!” laughed Lily she looked down at the badge. She crossed her arms and smirked at him. “Now who did you nick that from?”

“Hey now… Let’s not look too surprised, yeah?” grinned James, shaking his head. His eyes were fixed on the Head Girl badge already pinned to Lily’s robes.

The sound of a whistle rang from the Hogwarts Express and all around them students rushed to say their final goodbyes to their families. The five Gryffindors started making their way down the platform towards the train.

“I’m only teasing,” said Lily with a laugh. “I’m sure you’ll be great.”

“Do you really?” asked James, looking at Lily hopefully with a hint of surprise.

“Sure! That is, if you actually take it seriously.”

“I plan to.”

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Harry Potter and The Septwizard Series

So glad to be back!

A continuation of the story in Harry Potter and The Lost Child. Harry Potter is battling a looming, unknown, shadowy foe with a strange motive. Albus, his son and the black sheep of the Weasley-Potter clan, is struggling through his second year at Hogwarts. Meanwhile, at the centre of this story, another tournament is being hosted at Hogwarts - a modern revamp of the Triwizard Tournament: the Septwizard Series. A slew of fresh, exciting characters from seven different wizarding schools around the world will compete to determine who's best. But will it even matter?

This story is meant to provide an alternative for people who would like to know ‘what happened after the story’ and would rather not bother with the hot mess that is CC (just my opinion!).

You can find it here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40359549/chapters/101098293

And my previous works here:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Pvander409/works

Reviews/kudos/comments/suggestions/insults are always welcome!

I will be posting a new chapter at least once a month for this (sadly a bi-weekly schedule is no longer possible for me - and I would like to deliver quality work rather than quick work).

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Severus Snape and Narcissa Black, Snarcissa - Relationship Characters: Narcissa Black, Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Abraxas Malfoy, Voldemort, Regulus Black Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Harry Potter Setting, Severus x Narcissa, Snarcissa, Narcissa Black and Severus Snape Series: Part 1 of Veiled Vows Summary:

This is a collab fic with another friend of mine.

AU. The year is 1978 where Severus Snape and Narcissa Black are forced to hide their relationship from the public as best as they can. From the beginning of their secret relationship, the two have many obstacles to hurdle over, the biggest threat to their relationship being Narcissa's mother herself, Druella Black.

In this chapter; Narcissa goes to visit Severus, whose surprised by her visit. During her stay at Spinner's End. It's more than obvious the two have feelings for each other, but neither have really taken the first step. However, while the two are talking, Narcissa asks Severus out on a date. It's learned that Severus has just been accepted at Hogwarts at Potion's Professor. After their evening together, Severus has a meeting to attend with the Death Eaters.

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my-castles-crumbling · 6 months

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Sirius Black proposing to Remus Lupin, because he would never do it himself- he has too much self-hatred and self-doubt.

Sirius Black getting down on one knee and asking if, maybe, Remus would be willing to love him for the rest of their lives, because he was absolutely sure that he would love Remus for the rest of his.

Remus Lupin tearing up and muttering in thrilled disbelief, “Are you serious?” Because he’s so happy and excited and he’s not thinking straight.

Sirius Black grinning tearfully and saying, “Yes, I’m Sirius. Sirius Lupin, hopefully.”

And Remus just fucking sobbing.

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winged-unicorn-trash-can · 1 year

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Legacy Begins~A Hogwarts Legacy Fan Story :: Ch.1

Sarah Nightengale comes from a long line of proud Pure-Blood Witches and Wizards. However, she herself is nothing more than a squib. The cursed black sheep of her family. While her twin brother grows into his magic, becoming a profound Wizared in his own right, Sarah was left the wallow in the shadows.

But there is light in the darkness, and Sarah soon learns that she has worth, not in the world of Magic, but in the world she had never known. The world of Muggles. As she creates a new family with unlikely characters, Sarah becomes a very important piece of a legacy that will forever leave its mark in the Wizarding World.

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To celebrate Hogwart Legacy coming out (I can not wait! I DID MY WAITING!! 12 YEARS OF IT! IS AZKABAN !!!) I decided to create a prologue to the character that I will create for the game. All that we know so far is the character we get to make is an orphan and a late bloomer (it seems?) So I decided to fill in a few blanks of my own :3 Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter One:: The Nightingales

"I don't understand; Hogwarts never sends a letter this late…never!"

"Jacob…"

"It's almost the end of the year, Isabella! She missed half the school year."

"They never make a mistake, Jacob; what can you possibly do?!?"

"I will send a letter! And tell them!"

Sarah listened from her seat on the staircase, looking through the railing and down at her wobbled reflection cast in the white marble floor. The 12-year-old girl could tell her parents were…upset. And she began to wonder if she had done something wrong. After all, her twin brother Samuel was accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. An honor that had been in the Nightingale family for generations.

The pure-blood family was significantly respected in the Wizarding community; that is what Sarah was taught. Her mother and father went to Hogwarts. Her father was a Ravenclaw like his father before him, his father before him. And Samuel took up the mantle of this great tradition. A tradition that Sarah had hoped to join. But if she became a Slytherin like her mother, she wouldn't complain, perhaps even starting a new tradition.

But on the night of the twin's 12th birthday, only one letter came to the family. And on that letter was written only one name. And Sarah could not follow her brother for the first time in her life. As the year stretched on, Sarah watched as her small world changed.

Relatives gave her odd looks; her parents talked more about her brother doing well in school than what Sarah was doing; she even received letters from her friends who were her at Hogwarts asking why she wasn't there, but those soon stopped, and she never heard anything from them after that. However, one of the family's oldest house elves, Coraline, never treated Sarah differently.

"Did I do something wrong?" Sarah asked Coraline one night as the old elf was tucking the little girl in bed. A task Sarah's father would typically perform.

"Nonsense, my little one," Coraline mused.

"But…everyone seems so mad at me," Sarah protested as she watched the house elf begin to blow out the candles.

"Oh, Sweet Sarah, they are not mad at you…they are simply..." Coraline paused for a moment, trying to find her words. "They are simply frightened for you."

"Frightened," Sarah repeated to herself as she sat on the staircase, pulling her knee close to her chest. Still listening to the argument her parents were having. What could they be frightened of? Suddenly, the door opening swiftly pulled the girl from her thoughts as a harsh wind blew in, sweeping a thin blanket of snow with it. A house elf quickly raced to close the door while a maid approached the tall figure who walked in on clicking heels.

"Good evening, miss. May I take your coat? I will hang it somewhere safe for you," the maid said softly. The figure was dressed in a fine, golden fur coat that went past her knees, and a large hat laid slouched over her head, dawned with beautiful glowing feathers, most likely from a firebird.

"As tempting as that offer is, my darling, I don't wish to have poor Sebastian crushed under it when you so carelessly pass it off to him," The older witch mused, gently petting her golden fur coat and gesturing to the house elf that had just shut the door. "It's true golden fur, very heavy," she added. The house elf, Sebastian, looked bewildered at the newcomer while the maid's face suddenly turned red.

"I wouldn't…I wasn't goi-" as the maid stuttered, the older witch raised her hand to stop more from spilling out.

"Going to. Not going to. It doesn't matter dear, I foresaw every action you could have taken, and I simply saw one version I did not like…and if I don't like what I see, I make sure it doesn't happen," The witch said in a cut tone, soon walking away from the maid and house elf, and towards the doors that lead into the parlor where the Lord and Lady of the Nightingale family could still be heard arguing. As she walked, she glanced up at the grand stairs, and Sarah felt frozen as she saw a pair of unnatural yellow eyes staring out at her from underneath the fine hat. "Now, if others could just do the same…." Sarah heard the older witch mutter softly in a disappointed tone as she pulled her wand from the folds of her coat and opened the parlor doors with a flick.

The door shut behind the old witch, and Jacob and Isabella fell silent very quickly. The witch came into the room and sat down on a chair near the fireplace, flicking her wand to shut the door before taking out her pipe and lighting it with the tip of her wand. After a few puffs of smoke, she glanced out from under the brim of her hat at the witch and wizard before her, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Great Aunt Ogletree," Jacob finally spoke up, clearing his throat slightly while fixing the hem of his vest; "It's a pleasure to see you." The older witch nodded, taking another puff of her pipe.

"You look ill, dear nephew, and your wife seems to fare no better" Ogeltree mused, glancing up at the rather nervous-looking Isabella.

"If we were to know you were coming for a visit, Great Auntie, I would have the servants prepare something for you," Isabella said quickly before briskly walking over to an already half-empty pot of tea and pouring Ogletree a cup before walking back over and handing it to the older witch's waiting hand.

"Being a bad hostess seems to be the least of your worries, my dear," Ogletree mused, placing the rim of the cup to her lips and taking a sip of the tea before setting it down on the side table. "Your child, little Sarah, her letter is never coming. Jacob, you must realize this", Ogletree mused softly, and the wizard took a deep breath. Placing his hands on his hips, bending over slightly as he turned to face the fire.

"I.." Jacob cleared his throat. "I know…" the wizard shook his head while Isabella sat down on a chair across from Ogletree.

"Everyone knows!" Isabella cried out, squeezing her hands together in the lap of her dress. "A squib! A squib was born into this house! My daughter…"

"Isabella! Hush!" Jacob snapped back, turning his back to the fire to look at his wife, his eyes reflecting the orange and yellow light.

"Oh please, Jacob!" Ogletree scoffed, blowing smoke from out her nose like a dragon ready to ignite. "Your wife is right! Everyone but one knows the truth, and this single soul has more of a right to know than any of us", The older witch said, reaching out with her wand; she gave a short and swift wave and the parlor door opened wide and quickly; making poor little Sarah come tumbling into the room. The young child landed chest down on the floor with a soft thud. Sitting up quickly, Sarah gasped softly, rubbing her arm in embarrassment to relieve some pain.

"Sarah!" Isabella said sternly, getting to her feet and looking at her daughter with sharp eyes while Sarah's father shook his head slowly.

"Eavesdropping is not very ladylike, my dear," Ogletree mused softly, not even looking at Sarah while placing her wand back into the fold of her coat sleeve. Sarah slowly got to her feet, face blooming into a beet red hue. Holding her hands behind her back, the little girl sheepishly shuffled over to the older witch. Once she was facing her, Sarah gave a small curtsy.

"I am sorry," the little girl said, glancing up at Ogletree, and found mischievous eyes and a kind smile waiting for her.

"Do you know who I am?" the older witch asked, cocking her head to the side and placing the tip of her pipe to her lips.

"I heard you are papa's great auntie," Sarah responded, watching as the smoke floated past Ogletree's lips and off into the fireplace. Ogletree nodded slowly, smiling kindly as she did so. Then offered a hand to Sarah; who, though confused, took it. Ogletree closed her eyes, gently holding the little girl's hand. The older witch's lips moved as if whispering, but no words came out. Sarah felt a warmth spread all throughout her, and then it suddenly went cold. But she couldn't look away from Ogletree. Even her parents watched with bated breath. After a moment of silence -even the fire seemed to muffle its cracking- the older witch opened her eyes and let out a sad sigh.

"Sarah, love, do you know what a squib is?" Ogletree asked, slowly letting go of the child's hand. Isabelle suddenly collapsed into her chair, head bowed as she released an exasperated sigh. Jacob returned to looking at the fire, resting his forearm against the mantle. Sarah blinked and shook her head.

"No…is it a bad thing?" the girl asked, looking over at her parents before back at the older witch. Ogletree, for a moment, could only offer a weary smile before responding.

"Yes and no," Ogletree said, patting the cushioned footrest as an offering for Sarah to have a seat. The little girl did so, making sure to sit ladylike. "A squib is someone who is born from parents with magic in their blood…but they themselves have no magic within them…." The older witch said gently." A muggle-born from witches and wizards, you know what a muggle is… don't you dear?" she said, and soon noticed that Sarah was coming to her own conclusion.

"That… that's me… isn't it?" Sarah said softly, looking down at her hands that were folded on her lap. Ogletree leaned back, tilting her head so her eyes were hidden behind her hat.

"I'm afraid so, love," Ogletree responded. The only sound that could be heard for a while was the muffled winter wind and the crackling fireplace. Then Jacob shifted from his spot by the mantle and turned to face his Great Aunt.

"What do you know?…what is to come?" he asked, his eyes having a harsh look to them. A look that made Sarah frightened, even though she didn't know why. The older witch breathes deep from the smoke of her pipe, not looking at Jacob. Then she stood up and began to walk away, answering as she did.

"Eighteen, you will keep her until she is eighteen years old. Then.." Ogletree paused for a moment as she reached the parlor door; she turned on her heels and faced the three within the room, "Then you will decide whether to keep her within the family-" Ogletree's eyes met Sarah's, and she saw the wide-eyed, frightened child. But she could not stop the words from coming; "Or cast her out," the older witch said, then opened the door and walked away. Sarah could hear the heels clicking until they were drowned out by the sound of the wind, then the heel clicking was gone.

"Well then," Isabella breathed out, rising to her feet, "We have our answer," she said and soon walked out of the parlor; her husband followed right behind her. And Sarah stayed within the room, frozen to the spot of the cushion footrest. Slowly Sarah looked up above the fireplace. A painting hung over the mantle, the eyes of the subjects staring back down at her.

The people in the painting were moving slightly, Isabella shifting on her feet as she looked down at her little children with a bright smile. Jacob, with a smile just as bright, lovingly petting his children's heads. Sarah saw herself, though much younger than she was now, looking up at her mother in wonder. But it was her brother that the real Sarah was staring out. The painting's version of her twin had a look on its face as if it knew what had happened within the room outside the picture. The painting's hand is on the shoulder of Sarah's painted self. The little girl could feel her eyes getting hot. Sarah wished with all her heart that her painting self was her real self. Perhaps then, she would not feel as empty as she did now.

"Sarah dear?" a soft, old voice called out, and Sarah ripped her bleary eyes from the family portrait. Coraline, the old house elf, was peeking around the doorway, a concerned look on her wrinkled face. Sarah could not speak, only letting out a shaky breath as she tried to suck in some air. Coraline took no time to rush over to the child, holding the little girl's hand close to her chest. "Oh love, it will be alright," the old house elf said kindly. But Sarah shook her and began to weep. Coraline sighed deeply and hugged Sarah, hushing her gently as she held the weeping girl. "You will see…it will all be okay".

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Chapter One: End

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