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Shameless, pt. 2

Snape x professor!reader fic

Shameless Masterpost

hello there, we meet again it seems? B)

here is part two for Shameless. i tried my best proofreading it and editing some bits, but there is a high probability that there's some bits i missed. i did get distracted changing some things.

i really like this chapter, i feel like it starts to give you an idea of the reader's feelings towards snape. >B)

also, i won't lie, Camila Cabello's Shameless did inspire this fic, and it especially fits the moment between the reader and snape here.. hehe

hope you enjoy, please let me know! <3

anywho...

off we gooo!

Your first class had gone smoothly, apart from a little mishap where a student had cast Incendio instead of Lumos Solem. You'd quickly extinguished the fire with a quick Aguamenti, much to the amusement of your class. As of right now, you were trying to clean the soot and ash off of the table with a wet cloth, your fingers starting to ache and burn from the harsh grasp you had. Sighing, you should have seen this coming... a mistake was a given for a class of second-years. It didn't surprise you that the student at fault was none other than Neville Longbottom.

You'd kept him after class, not to scold him, but just to make sure he was alright. The boy did give himself a fright.

"I-I'm really sorry, Professor," Neville sighed, his eyes glued to the floor as he stood in front of you with a sad expression. "I just got my spells mixed up." He explained weakly, braving a glance at you.

"It's alright, Mr Longbottom, but you do need to be a little careful next time." You said, throwing a kind smile his way. He nodded frantically and his eyes were instantly locked on the floor again. You were sure he was bracing himself for a telling off. "I'd rather not have my classroom burn down on the first day, you know." You joked, trying to lighten the mood. You knew Neville didn't do it on purpose, he had a good heart and you'd noticed in class that he was rather clever at Herbology. So you gave him the benefit of the doubt.

The boy smiled weakly at you, nodding once more. "I will, Professor." He said, swallowing anxiously. You gestured to the door, silently dismissing him. Neville quickly scurried out of the door, hurrying himself to his next lesson.

As he left, a rather big and exasperated sigh fell from your lips. What else could go wrong? You glanced around, your nose crinkling up in slight annoyance. The mess that was left afterwards was a little... headache inducing. Piles of mud sat on top of the table and some of it had found it's way onto the ground. Apparently, it had slipped your mind that teaching twelve-year-olds with messy materials would equal... well, a bloody big mess. Perhaps you should have thought that through a little better.

"Scourgify." You said, waving your wand at the large, wooden table that sat in the middle of the greenhouse. The specks and mounds of mud suddenly dissipated from the table, and you were suddenly very thankful for magic. A content smile came to rest on your face as you turned around to walk towards your row of potted plants, your eyes landing on a rather beautiful Aconite, also known as Wolfsbane or Monkshood. Unlike the other free-flowing plants, you'd placed it inside a glass case due to it's dangerous toxicity. You did trust your students, but you preferred not to take the risk.

"Ah, Professor L/N, just who I was looking for!" Came an enthusiastic voice to the left of you. You twirled around, frowning as you did not recognise their voice. As your eyes landed on their tall, strawberry-blonde haired form, you clocked that it was none other than Gilderoy Lockhart. Gods, you weren't sure whether you had the patience to deal with this man right now. You'd actually rather deal with another bout of Snape right now, despite your bicker an hour earlier.

"Lockhart," You greeted softly, offering him a polite smile. You clasped your hands together in front of you, staying beside your plants. "What can I do for you?" You asked, hoping it was some sort of small favour.

"Merlin, you're just as beautiful as that utterly gorgeous Aconite beside you," Lockhart commented with a wink, his piercing blue eyes bouncing between your form and the fauna to your right. You groaned to yourself quietly. Lord, if he's just come here to get in your drawers, he'd better just walk out the door right now.

"Back to the point, Lockhart?" You sighed, massaging your temples as you felt a headache coming on.

"Oh, right, well.. what does one do when... one releases pixies in a classroom?" He asked cryptically, and you could only frown at him in utter confusion. Lockhart smiled innocently at you, and you could only arch a brow at him, waiting for more clues to what the hell he was getting at.

"Pixies...? What?" You repeated, still clueless. What the hell has this man done? And why is he getting you involved? It's your first bloody day back here! You just wanted a quiet first day... Is that too much to ask for?

"Would you please accompany me back to my classroom, Professor L/N?" Lockhart pleaded, running a hand through his perfectly-style locks. You tutted softly and rolled your eyes, gesturing for him to walk on. "It's easier if you see for yourself." He added and cleared his throat.

You followed the man to his classroom, the wind gently blowing through your leafy-brown and green robes. "What have you done, Lockhart?" You questioned him curiously as the two of you walked into the castle, rushing up the moving staircases as the clacks of your heels echoed out into the empty stone halls.

Lockhart chuckled awkwardly, keeping the grin on his face to soothe your worrisome one. You sighed quietly, preparing yourself for the worst as you rounded the corner to the door of his classroom.

With wide eyes of horror, you opened the door to the screams of students and the high-pitched cheers of Cornish Pixies. The hanging skeleton of a dragon had fallen to the ground, broken bone fragments scattered everywhere.

"Oh my-" You gasped, ducking as groups of pixies flew towards you. The students scurried like terrified mice around the room, a futile attempt to run and hide from the little purple terrors. "Immobulus!" You shouted, aiming your wand at the gaggle of fiendish pixies. Immediately they slowed down, almost like they were in slow motion. The screams from the students quietened down as they looked up, watching you quickly pushing the pixies back into their cage with your wand.

"Lockhart, you have some serious explaining to do!" You exclaimed and turned around, expecting to see the famous author, however, he was nowhere to be seen. An exasperated groan leaves your lips.

"Erm, Professor L/N, up here..." Came a familiar voice from above you. As you looked up to the source of the voice, you gasped in shock. Neville Longbottom was hanging from the chandelier by the hood of his cloak. Instantly, you flicked your wand at him, slowly levitating him to the ground.

"Not having a good day, are you, Neville?" You sighed, placing a hand against your cheek as you glanced around the room at the chaos. Books and parchment lay destroyed on the ground and desks, ink pots and quills were scattered amongst the war zone too. As you looked back to Neville, he shook his head and leaned against the table behind him, steadying himself. "Neither am I." You added quietly, mainly to yourself.

"Professor, what do we do now?" Another student asked. Looking to your right, it was none other than Harry Potter. You exhaled softly, feeling the frustration beginning to build up. Why was this happening to you? Did someone hex you? Gods.

You were clueless for a moment, you'd no idea what they'd been taught in Defense Against the Dark Arts, let alone what you should tell them to do. So you improvised. "For now, just open your books and revise some of the material that you learnt last year, please." You said tiredly, gesturing to the books that had been knocked on the floor during the chaos. "I'm sure Professor Lockhart will be back soon." You clenched your jaw the sound of his name - how could he be so careless? You were not a janitor, so why were you cleaning up his mess? To be frank, you were more angry at him for putting the students in a potentially dangerous scenario - Longbottom was hanging from the chandelier for crying out loud!

You couldn't leave the students unattended so you walked to Lockhart's desk and sat against it, your mind racing with insults to hurl at the author when he finally returned. The students all quickly rushed around, picking up their belongings and sitting themselves down at their desks.

"Professor?" A student asked, quirking your attention. You looked up and smiled weakly at them, prompting their question. The boy had bright blonde hair, slicked back, and he donned a cunning smirk on his face. Draco Malfoy, of course. "Do you know anything about the Dark Arts?" Draco asked, almost mockingly. The boys surrounding him laughed. You had to force yourself not to roll your eyes.

"Perhaps, Mr Malfoy." You replied nonchalantly. Honestly, you weren't very knowledgeable on the subject, it wasn't one of your strong-suits back in school. Of course, you knew bits and bobs of it, but you didn't believe you were fit to teach it.

"Perhaps, you can teach us a spell?" Draco asked with sly eyes, and you shook your head at him, prompting a disappointed groan from the said student. He was brave to be mocking a professor, you thought. Though, you weren't all too surprised, his last name was Malfoy after all.

"No, certainly not. Now, get on with your reading, please." You said sternly, almost at your wit's end. "And five points from Slytherin for being a smart-arse." You added, earning a scoff from the boy.

In all honesty, this is not how you expected your first day back at Hogwarts to go. You prepared yourself for a peaceful day - maybe with a few mishaps from students, but that was it. You did not expect to be pulled from a free period to deal with some rambunctious bloody pixies, released by a professor no less!

Currently, you were walking with McGonagall through the corridors, escorting the hoards of students back to their dorms after dinner in the Great Hall. The torches lit the way, casting a pretty amber hue against the bland stone walls. The air was a bit chilly, and so you wrapped your leafy-brown cloak around you tighter as the wind bit at your skin.

"How was your first day, my dear?" McGonagall asked you, glancing at you from the side as the pair of you walked behind the gaggle of students.

A deep sigh left your lips, inducing an amused chuckle from the older witch. "Oh, Minerva, you have no idea." You groaned and let your fingers grasp the bridge of your nose momentarily, a sign of stress.

"That bad?" She laughed softly, arching a brow at you. You could only give her a disbelieving look.

"The first class of the day went well, until Longbottom set my table alight. Then, Lockhart decides to drag me into his mess!" You scoffed, keeping your voice quiet. Unfortunately for you, Lockhart had been avoiding you since the whole ordeal, so you hadn't had a chance to give him a piece of your mind. "I could've just about killed the man." Clenching your jaw in frustration, you suddenly hear a kerfuffle of gasps and a growing noise of mutterings coming from the group of students ahead as they all immediately came to a halt.

"I'll kill you!" A loud, gruffly voiced shouted from ahead. Gods, what now? You weren't always this wound up, but today had really tested you.

"What's going on?" McGonagall questioned worriedly as she began to swiftly move through the students. You followed suit, a perplexed frown gracing your face. As the two of you rounded the corner, your eyes widened in horror.

A message had been scrawled out on the wall in what looked to be blood. It read: The Chamber of Secrets has been opened, enemies of the heir... beware. As you glanced to the left, you noticed Filch's cat, Mrs Norris, was hanging from the metal torch-holder, blood dripping from her head. Your hand flew to your mouth.

"Bloody hell..." You muttered, stepping forwards to look closer at the haunting image.

Filch had a grip on Harry Potter's cloak, dragging him up to his face.

"Argus!" Dumbledore called from behind you, with Snape and Lockhart in tow. You stood back, allowing Dumbledore to step forwards towards the scene. As your eyes landed on Lockhart, his eyes met yours and they instantly widened. You glared at him and slipped past McGonagall and Dumbledore, your feet absentmindedly carrying you in his direction. Deep down you knew this wasn't the right time, but you couldn't hold back, he'd really angered you earlier. You reached out your hand and grabbed Lockhart's arm, dragging him away from the crowds of students and teachers.

With a muffled thud, Lockhart's back was against the wall. "If you ever pull that shit again, Lockhart, I will not hesitate to have you removed from this school. What were you thinking-"

Before you could continue scolding the man, a firm hand grabbed your arm and pulled you away from Lockhart. You looked up to find a set of piercing, cold dark eyes staring down at you. Snape. You felt your heart leap up into your throat and your cheeks instantly burned hot as he kept his hand on your arm. The scent of smoke, books and a hint of sweet wine filled your nostrils as he moved closer to you, your bodies almost touching at this point. His scent was utterly intoxicating to you, and that scared you slightly.

"Have you no brain nor sense of timing, Professor L/N?" Snape scowled at you and you sunk down slightly at the threatening tone in his voice. You looked away from him in a rather poor show of defiance. He kept his voice quiet. "I don't believe this is quite the right time to be scolding your colleague." The Potions Master said sternly, nodding his head in the direction of the bloody message. You looked back at Snape, pushing your jaw out in frustration. You were silently wishing that this wasn't the way that the two of you happened to be in such close proximity.

Ripping your arm from his grasp, your hand flew up to gently rub where he had gripped you so harshly. You glanced back at Snape, who now looked furious at you. Suddenly, it felt like he'd stolen the air from your lungs - you weren't sure whether that was because of your silly little crush, or his intense, fiery stare. Perhaps both. He was right, you should have kept your cool with Lockhart, but today had really pushed you to your limits.

"But Severus-" You protested, your anger bubbling as Snape silenced you with his icy words.

"I am not one to defend Lockhart, however, there is a serious situation at hand." Snape added quietly, though his cold tone was still there. There was a beat of silence before he spoke again. "Not that it's my place, Professor L/N, but I would have thought as a Hufflepuff, you'd be abstaining from any sort of conflict, not... instigating it." He said, narrowing his hauntingly dark eyes at you.

"When it comes to stupid, incompetent mistakes that can endanger our students, I won't hesitate to say my part, Snape." You said frustratedly, leaning forwards as if to challenge him.

"Do not be foolish, Professor L/N," He stepped forwards, articulating each letter he spoke intimidatingly. You swallowed and flinched slightly at his sudden movement. As brave and courageous you painted yourself, he still did terrify you. Snape's glare deepened and he retracted himself slightly, letting his eyes flick between the pair of yours. "It seems you have not changed since your time here at Hogwarts. You are still that silly girl who did not think before she spoke."

Snape's words made you enraged. Your fists balled at the side of you once again, almost shaking. The muscles in your body tensed and went rigid from the rush of sudden anger that was coursing through you. Gods, how could someone make you feel such different emotions?

You scoffed and pushed past him, shoving his broad shoulder out of the way of you. As for now, you couldn't look at him, nor bear to be near him. You were worried you'd hex the man, or at least say something you'd regret. Despite your burning desire to hurt him back, you pushed the thought aside. You were the bigger person, and you would not stoop to his level. Unless it truly came to it, you suppose.

You stalked back to the other professors with Snape reluctantly trailing behind you. You stilled yourself beside McGonagall once more and she offered you a confused look, glancing between you and Snape as he came to stand near the wall, away from you.

You shook your head at her softly and shut your eyes for a brief moment, attempting to calm yourself down. This was not how you expected to start your second year of teaching at Hogwarts, conflicted feelings for your colleague, and developing a boiling bitterness for another. As the year progresses, perhaps you could fix it. Nothing is lost yet, right?

"She's not dead, Argus. She has been petrified." Dumbledore said in a soft tone, attempting to soothe the caretaker. Filch only stared at his beloved pet, shuffling in his spot, clearly distraught at what he'd come across. He was almost shaking with grief. A small wave of sympathy washed over you as you watched Filch try to compose himself. It couldn't be easy seeing something so dear to you hung in such a... morbid way.

However, that calm feeling was soon lost again as you saw Lockhart stood in front of Mrs Norris, inspecting the body. You quickly averted your gaze before your blood pressure rose uncontrollably and you spotted Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley stood in a row, looking rather worried. Your brows knitted together in confusion.

"Ah, thought so." Lockhart said confidently, glancing back at Dumbledore. You fought the urge to scoff at Lockhart's comment by looking to the right and biting your bottom lip. Gods, this man was almost as infuriating as Snape this morning. "So unlucky I wasn't there. I know exactly the countercurse that could've spared her." Lockhart added, staring at Dumbledore uneasily. This time you couldn't help but roll your eyes at him as you folded your arms against your chest.

"But how she's been petrified I cannot say." Dumbledore added, ignoring Lockhart's useless comments, his wise eyes studying the scene at hand.

"Ask him," Filch nodded towards Potter, his voice shaky. You frowned again, glancing at the boy. Surely not? "It's him that's done it." The greasy caretaker added with a look of despair and anger on his face. "You saw what he wrote on the wall."

Harry let out a curt sigh before turning towards Dumbledore. "It's not true, sir. I swear." He said. "I never touched Mrs Norris." Harry gestured towards Filch's cat, who was still unfortunately hanging by her tail on the metal arm of the torchlight.

"Rubbish!" Filch hissed, still staring angrily at the boy.

"If I might, Headmaster?" Snape suddenly interjected, his deep voice softer than you'd heard it before. Your head instantly snapped up to look at him, shocked to hear such a tone of voice on a cruel man like him. "Perhaps Potter and his friends were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time?" The Potions Master offered, seemingly wanting to deescalate the whole situation. Since when is he considerate? you wondered.

"However," Snape added, his voice returning to it's usual cold tone. There it is, you thought, fighting the itching urge to roll your eyes. "The circumstances are suspicious." Snape said, walking slowly towards the three students, almost intimidatingly. "I, for one, don't recall seeing Potter at dinner." He narrowed his eyes at the three of them, stopping just short of a metre away. He seems to have a habit of doing that.

"I'm afraid that's my doing, Severus," Lockhart called out, making Snape turn around to face him with a face like thunder. You loathed how you couldn't help but stare at him. A whirling storm of resentment and admiration gathered in your stomach as you gazed at him. Undoubtedly, he looked ethereal underneath the amber-coloured lighting in this hallway, despite the unhappy and disdainful look on his face.

Fuck. You hated it.

The flames illuminated his prominent features almost too perfectly. His large, aquiline nose and high cheekbones would ultimately be the death of you.

"You see, Harry was helping me answer my fan mail." Lockhart explained, glancing between Snape - who looked utterly confused - and Harry himself. Lockhart's voice to you was like someone scratching nails on a chalk board. Every time he spoke, the hairs on your body would stand on end - and not in a good way.

You despised the fact that these two men brought out such a hateful side of you so easily.

"That's why Ron and I went looking for him, professor," Hermione spoke up, looking towards Harry. "We'd just found him when he said..." Hermione trailed off, staring at Harry. Snape turned back to face the three students, his eyes narrowing in suspicion once again.

"Yes, Miss Granger?" Snape prompted.

"When I said I wasn't hungry." Harry interjected, looking back up at Snape. Ron nodded quickly in a nervous manner, glancing between the Potions Master and his friend Harry. "We were heading back to the common room when we found Mrs Norris." The boy explained. To you, it seemed like a solid explanation, however, Snape didn't seem too convinced as he spun around to look at Dumbledore, waiting for his thoughts on the whole situation.

"Innocent until proven guilty, Severus." Dumbledore stated, looking at Snape through his half-moon glasses. Reluctantly, you looked at Snape as he arched a brow disapprovingly at the Headmaster.

"My cat... has been petrified. I want to see some punishment!" Filch cried out, commanding your attention to him. The man was shaking with rage, and it made you a little uneasy. You glanced back at Snape, your eyes lingering a little too long on him.

"We will be able to cure her, Argus." Dumbledore assured the man, still trying to calm the tense moment. "As I understand it, Professor L/N has a very healthy growth of Mandrake." The Headmaster said, tearing you out of your daydream. Your eyes flicked to Dumbledore as he gestured at your form. Looking to Filch, you offered a warm and sympathetic smile to him, nodding in agreement with Dumbledore. "When matured, a potion will be made which will revive Mrs Norris." He said, turning towards the Potions Master and the three students.

Snape had his eyes glued to you, catching you by surprise. You immediately averted your eyes from his as your cheeks began to burn, betraying you. The overwhelming, icy stare from Snape made your heart pound against your rib cage.

Get a hold of yourself, for Merlin's sake.

Dumbledore's voice cut through the strange tension between you and Snape. The two of you broke eye-contact and looked to the older wizard. "In the meantime, I strongly recommend caution to all." The Headmaster warned, capturing your attention. You nodded at the older man, waiting to see if there was anything else he wanted to say. "Professor McGonagall, would you mind escorting Miss Granger, Mr Potter and Mr Weasley to their respective dormitories, please?"

"Of course. This way." McGonagall walked towards the three students, gesturing them forwards with her hands. You sighed softly and bid Dumbledore a warm goodnight, turning around to walk to your quarters. As you padded away, you turned around gingerly, your inquisitive eyes searching for the broody Potions Master that made your heart beat a little faster in two different ways. Unsurprisingly, he seemed to have already left. A twinge of disappointment twisted in your gut, and you felt conflicted between your emotions. That close - and almost intimate - encounter with him earlier truly made you think about things. You couldn't choose between hating him or liking him. Gods, were you in trouble now.

However, as you rounded the corner, it seemed your luck was playing out. You spotted Lockhart striding ahead of you.

there we are, part two over! whew. i hope you enjoyed it as much as i did writing it, and i hope there weren't too many mistakes lol!

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shaman-ra · 1 year

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> Lumos Solem 🪄✨

Ölüler için üzülme Harry, yaşayanlar için üzül; en çok da sevgisiz yaşayanlar için...

- Albus Dumbledore - (Harry Potter)

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choixpeaudirectory · 5 months

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Maia Mitchell

Née en 1993, en Australie ( origines : anglaises, possiblement autres.. )

crédits images : 1. caelestis 2. lumos solem 3. depraysie

#maia mitchell #femme #1990 #f. 1990 #f. europe #f. oceanie #f. brune #f. blonde #f. yeux marrons

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theladwhoisweird · 8 months

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"Yellow Person"

The sun in the shape of a human being

As sweet as honey and as bubbly as bees

Appreciates every sightly scene they're seeing

The flowers in the meadows, the canopies of the trees

Jolly in every way and are immensely amiable

Thoughtful creatures and careful to one's heart

Most of them are extroverted while some ain't that sociable

Can be artsies or literary geeks that always love art

Sunrise in their eyes, sunset in their souls

They're the rays that glint in every manner

Comedy on the run, now, let the fun rolls

No contest but each of them is always the winner

Have soft spots for almost everything they touch

Fluffy-hearted and loyal and benign and affable

Caring to little things with softness, tenderness and such

The warm wafting scent of homemade goodness on the table

Sunflower as people, shoes instead of pots

Giants or dwarves, in the garden they're all blooming

Like brightly colored comfortable blankies with cute tiny dots

Drying under the sun, the vibrance aglowing

If they're wizards, they belong to the house of the badger

Cozy rooms, herbs, lumos solem and the smell of the kitchen

You would fall in the secured hand of a safe stranger

If you already knew one, you're sure they're a one call away friend

Exudes optimistic energies to each of those who surrounds

Flashing contagious smiles, field-wide, calmly ardent

Stimulating golden radiance in the stint air that bounce

Humble mortal that could embrace so homely, so benevolent

Living in xanthophilia, loving a hue of delight

The light lambenting from them are for ever mellow

Kindness is what that matters to be on the side of daylight

Pleasant things are here cause the color is yellow

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potionboy3 · 2 years

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Character profile

► basics; Full Name: Angelo della Rovere Birthday: 23rd of June 18xx Pronouns: he/him Sexual Orientation: Bi Hogwarts House: Slytherin Blood Status: pureblood Nationality: Italian Personality type: ENFP

Personality: Angelo is curious by nature. He’s good at studying but often leaves things to run on their own course, waiting to see what happens. He’s the youngest child, baby sunshine of the family and it shows on how he seeks attention and validation. Angelo is really a combination of his two siblings. He has a quick temper, and he thinks highly of himself. He wants to do great in life and to have glory. Still being the youngest child with no certain future plans has made him secretly very insecure and afraid. He is not as graceful as his siblings either and has a great tendency for clumsiness. Angelo usually expects to be liked and it bothers him if people don’t. He can first come across as smug and a little annoying with his tendencies to talk about his family’s special history and wealth. Once you get to know him, you’ll see that he’s very caring and often on a good mood which reflects on other people around him. He also has a big heart, even if he doesn’t show it to everyone.

► magical info;

Wand: Silver Lime wood with a dragon heartstring core, 14 ¼ and quite flexible flexibility

"This unusual and highly attractive wand wood was highly fashionable in the nineteenth century. Demand outstripped supply, and unscrupulous wandmakers dyed substandard woods in an effort to fool purchasers into believing that they had purchased silver lime. The reasons for these wands' desirability lay not only in their unusually handsome appearance, but also because they had a reputation for performing best for Seers and those skilled in Legilimency, mysterious arts both, which consequently gave the possessor of a silver lime wand considerable status.

Patronus: White stallion

Proud, majestic, and often stubborn. Witches and wizards who produce a white stallion patronus know they are strong and can strike awe into many of their peers. They are confident and know exactly what the limit to their powers are, but that wont stop them from showing off what they can do.

If you conjure the white stallion you are more than likely a very strong willed person. The white stallion may be produced by a proud being, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t humble. Those who call the white stallion their patronus will defend their friends and families honor with extreme dedication.

Patrounus memory: A memory when he was a child. Agata gave him a little rose gem to keep in his pocket for good luck, he keeps it around every day.

Boggart: People around him turning on him and hating him.

Specialized/Favourite spells: Lumos Solem, he does this trick while dueling where he tries to dazzle the opponent first.

► background;

Place of Birth: Florence, Italy

Home: Palazzo Della Rovere, hidden from muggles, later London, Agata’s apartment.

Little history of the Della Rovere’s in the wizarding society:

Della Rovere’s were thought to have ended their family line in Vittoria Della Rovere (1694) who married into de’ Medici family and the titles became extinct with the extinction of the House of Medici with the death of her grandson Gian Gastone de’ Medici, Grand Duke of Tuscany in 1737. The family line continued how ever in secret as they were almost reveled to the muggles for being wizards. They left Rome and Urbino and created a hidden home in Florence, following in Vittoria’s footsteps. With time they were wiped from the lives of the muggle’s but stayed well known and wealthy as well as more powerful than ever in their wizarding society. They would later be known as just Rovere’s

Childhood:

Angelo was born around 20 years later than his other siblings. He was a happy surprise to the family and everyone treated him like a little prince. His older sister Agata adored him and his brother Achille was always there to protect him when he was younger. When he was still very young, Agata moved to live in London and it made the child who saw her as some what of an idol very sad. The parents spoiled all of their children and Angelo was used to getting what he wanted. He still managed to grow a great appreciation for nature around him and had a soft spot for creatures. He liked to make people around him laugh. At some point he started to be the child who would protect those younger than him. He loves horses but is very bad at riding because of his clumsiness. He often had odd dreams that often happen to come true.

► physical;

Faceclaim: Giorgio Belli Eye Color: Dark brown Hair Color: Black Height: 6,1 feet/ 185cm

Story:

Like his siblings, Angelo was home schooled. He didn’t feel like it was the right environment for him as he loved to be around other people and he was jealous of his friends for attending actual school. He was bored at staying still and wished to see the world outside Italy. He decided to his parents’ disappointment to ask for a chance to attend Hogwarts and to go live with his sister in London. Eventually the permission was granted.

► relatives;

Father: Francesco Maria IV della Rovere Head of the Della Rovere family at the time of Angelo’s birth. He wanted his children to be happy and marry who ever they wanted to (as long as they’re pureblood) as he did himself but after Agata decided not to marry Ezra Greenaway, he grew angry and judged her choice. He decided to make a different call for his other children and began arranging marriages to his own liking that would present the family in the right way. Neither Achille or Angelo were bothered by his plans as they were promised to get some say in the matter. It backfired for Angelo later in life…

Mother: Teresa Miani

Teresa came from a less wealthy pureblood family. Her family had lost their wealth when she met her future husband. He chose to marry her anyway. Angelo got along better with his mother than father. When he later fell in love, he begged for his mother to side with her on the matter but she was hesitant.

Sister: Agata della Rovere Even while being away from Angelo for most of his childhood’s determine years, him and Agata grew close, and she adored him. Later in life when he moved to live with her, she was a big part on raising him. He thinks his sister is the most brilliant person to exist. The two may argue sometimes but mostly see eye to eye in life. She wants him to decide on things for himself like she has done in life and it bothers her how easily Angelo still falls for the family’s responsibilities and how he can easily minimize his own needs in order to please others.

Brother: Achille della Rovere After Agata left Italy, the second oldest child Achille was named the heir. He was sly and quick tempered. Achille and Angelo had a difficult relationship where he would often tease his younger brother and call him too soft. Whenever Agata would come to visit, Angelo would side with her when she and Achille would quibble about nonsense and it annoyed Achille greatly. Through all this if Angelo was ever in real danger, Achille would always choose to help him and protect him.

► relationships;

Love interests: Georgiana Parson @unfortunate-arrow STORY TO BE UPDATED

Friends:

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Allegiances: The Della Rovere family, Slytherin house

► misc;

Hobbies & Extracurriculars: Riding, although he’s bad at it, duelling

Favourite Subject: Charms, divination

Professions: To be updated

#Angelo della Rovere #hphl #character profile mine #I will update this profile greatly in the future but this is the draft version that has the basic info #it has the same issues as many of my other profiles that it's still lacking on the hogwarts info and the stories are still uncertain #I am also still thinking about his future career #OPEN FOR FRIENDS AND DOORM MATES!#Hope there aren't huge mistakes

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Chapter 15

Immortal Dilemmas

The Mikaelson’s never claimed to be kind and merciful vampires, on many occasions they have claimed to be the exact opposite. But what no one can deny is their loyalty and devotion to those they claim as family. They have their differences and feuds, but no one could deny the bonds in the family. With Stefan being accepted in to the family along with his wife and sons, that loyalty and devotion is extended to them and returned. Damon, however, had failed in seeing that. He thought at worst his brother would try to hurt him but ultimately forgive him later as always and for Klaus to show fake sympathy. He never expected for him to end up in the dark and damp dungeons under the mansion. He’s lost track of how long he’s been there.

Klaus, as agreed, has had no hand in Damon’s punishment and torture but Stefan and Rebekah had been very hands on. Rebekah had started by removing vital organs other than his heart and head from his body and making him crawl across the room to retrieve them. He was given barely enough blood to access his healing, what would have taken an hour to heal took him a day. That was the first week of his stay. Then his dear little brother came down, that ungrateful bratty brother of his had decided a very painful tactic. He was pinned to the wall by bear traps and still had open wounds from ‘Sexy Bex’ when his brother had decided that he was filthy. So slowly Stefan, with rubber gloves on to prevent himself from being harmed, cleaned the wounds and blood from his brother with water laced with vervain.

Ron and Hermione were enraged for their sister and nephews/godsons. It was decided that they would be the ones to teach Damon on their family’s behalf. They hadn’t used the Unforgivable Curses but had used some…not so kind spells after finding them in the Black family books. After the war they had adapted a grey morality, none of the trio had came out of it without blood on their hands. Ron had learned that it didn’t take a complicated spell in order to cause harm, especially to cause harm to a vampire. Ron had ignored the snarling from the bear trapped Damon and stabbed his wand through his forearm that caused Damon to grunt in pain. He then chanted, “Lumos Solem.”, and barely flinched when Damon started screaming his lungs out. The spell caused sunlight to be released out of the wand in a flash. It was enough to burn a medium sized hole and Ron proceeded to do so to each of Damon’s limbs. When finished Damon’s throat was hoarse and had tears running freely , “That was for making my godsons cry and hurting their poor throats. I thought best to just repay the favor.”, he ended with a smirk.

He would let Damon sit in a puddle of his own blood before leaving and healing him the next day, no blood required so no need to feed. Damon would beg for some but it fell to deaf ears. That was the routine for about three days before Hermione decided to be the final punisher for the remainder of Damon’s sentence. Damon kept obnoxiously flirting with her yet demeaning her at the same time. She learned a spell that had been used by death eaters quite frequently. Vampires enjoyed taking blood so much, how would one feel if theirs was practically drained out? “Sanguis Coquite.”, Damon had gone red and thrashed around as he felt the blood in his veins start to sizzle. It only stopped when he was on the brink of passing out, “I believe this would suffice in teaching you to never try and drain my sister. You try again and I’ll see to it that the last thing you feel is your blood evaporating from your body.”, she said as she snarled and violently gripped Damon’s face with her hand.

Klaus had decided to release him after three weeks. Three weeks of being tortured by vampires, a wizard, and a witch. I’m the whole time that Mystic Falls had known Damon Salvatore, it had never seen him so quiet after he had reappeared. The gang was worried about him just plopping down own the couch with an entire case of bourbon after he got out. He snapped at anyone that questioned what they did to him. He didn’t want them to know that in desperation he had begged…and cried. It took a week before he was back to his normal self but still flinched at the sight of the Potters.

During his confinement Elena had not been successful in getting help and on her own she couldn’t accomplish much. She threatened breaking the deal with Klaus but he coolly responded, “If that is what you so desire Miss Gilbert but be aware that breaking the deal will lead to me personally having access to do as I please to gain your blood.” She went white at the veiled threat. She thought briefly on how her loved ones could be affected and threw it away and thought on what matters the most to her. Herself, every doppelgänger has shown that all they care for is self preservation and getting what they want. She is no different and in a way similar to Katherine by setting a mask to hide her true self. Klaus had told her before that he could just put her in a coma and use her, she wasn’t about to risk that.

No one from the gang was willing to risk hybrid fury by trying to break into the mansion. After Elena described the abilities of the new residents while intrigued Bonnie still refused. Elena blamed Caroline for this. Ever since Caroline’s little rant everyone had stopped catering to her. She openly held a glare towards the Potter family and as such had started gossip in the small town. If anything it made Elena even more upset because it was giving more attention to Potter and her brats. But that was all she was allowed to do but if she so much as tried to purposely cough in their direction she would pay for it. It was needless to say the gang was restless. The humans of the group were done dealing with Elena shaped problems and dying then coming back to life with weird side effects.

Caroline was a traitor in Elena’s eyes, she had left when she was really needed. Caroline was tentatively talking more to Klaus and made it known to Stefan that she was trying to cut Elena out of her life. Stefan was happy for her. Klaus was ecstatic to get closer to the baby vamp. Everyone was hesitant but they gave Caroline the benefit of doubt. She and Tyler became close friends again but they wouldn’t pursue a relationship. She got to know the Potters a bit more and couldn’t believe Elena was spewing acid about such nice people.

In the meanwhile during Damon’s punishment the new residents of Mystic Falls have finally made themselves at home. Their house was feeling closer to home. The boys were growing beautifully and developing at a accelerated (to these parents any sign of the boys growing would be too fast) rate. Stefan and Hailey have had so much fun with their boys simply with tummy time and shaking rattles to see their adorable expressions. The only down part was when he went to the boarding house to pick the last few things he had gotten another earful from Elena. That day it was finally headed towards the cooler months. School would start in less than a month. She was still on the ropes about joining Ron and Hermione in muggle school. She wanted to be with Stefan but she didn’t want to leave Cedar and Caelan at home.

Stefan said whatever decision she would come to he would follow. If she wanted to go, he’ll be there walking her to classes and driving her home. If she wanted to stay home he would drop out and stay home with her to help with the boys. They would discuss it at length later. Hailey was wearing a black long sleeve, red plaid skirt (which if walked in a certain way drove Stefan insane), sheer leggings, and her combat boots. Stefan was wearing his dark grey leather jacket, a white shirt, black jeans, and combat boots. Cedar was in a black onesie with sleeves that had a magicians wand on it and he had red gloves and baby booties on. Caelan was in a red onesie that read ‘I BITE’ on it, it had sleeves and he had black gloves and baby booties on.

Hailey came with him as she trusted Elena as far as she could throw her with a pinky finger. He asked her to stay in the car with the boys but she got a feeling something was wrong and was proven right when she heard Stefan snarl. What is wrong with that girl?!

Why Elena was there he wouldn’t know, until he went into his room and was assaulted with the smell of her invading his once personal space. “Elena what the hell where you doing in my room?!”, he went to his closet and drawers and found that the majority of the clothes he had left were practically drenched in Elena’s overly candy sweet scent. She opened her mouth to answer but Stefan had spoke again,”Why the hell were you wearing my clothes!?” At this point she was in tears as Stefan looked at her is disbelief. Why couldn’t Stefan see that they were supposed to be together, with her not some witch?!?

“I missed you! Okay, Stefan I just missed you, Damons been here but then you took him away. And it doesn’t help that my heart always went back to-“ she was interrupted when Stefan had snarled at her. She tried to step closer and put her hand on his face but he sped away from her to the other side of the room. How dare she!?

“Elena! Get this through your head okay?! I don’t love you! I’m married! I have children! I love Hailey Potter-Salvatore! Give Damon your heart for all I care just leave me out of it! We’re done Elena we’ve been done for over a year!”, Hailey had came in with boys in her arms to see what was happening. Seeing her husband in a defensive position on the other side of the room was enough to tell her that once again Miss Gilbert was creating a problem. Hailey caught her husbands attention and he sped towards her and wrapped his arms around his family. He took comfort at the boys calm breathing and Hailey’s scent. She wordlessly handed him the boys after he calmed down enough. She turned to the doppelgänger and wasn’t surprised to see her fuming like a child that was told she wasn’t allowed to play with her old favorite toy.

“Now, Gilbert, I do believe I have warned you about staying away from my husband-“, she was interrupted when Elena stomped her foot. Like an actual child.

“Stefan should be with me! You trapped him. You-you- You Freak!”, and just like that it seems as if Hailey had shrunk in on herself and flinched away. Stefan had growled and passed the children back to her. Hailey looked up confused until Stefan had sped to Elena and had a hand around her throat. Elena was trying to push his hand off to no avail.

“I will not condone anyone badmouthing MY MATE AND WIFE! Especially you! If you ever do so again I will remove your heart and shove it down Damon’s throat! Do I make myself clear?”, he said calmly as if he was just asking her if she could pass a beverage. She nodded and she dropped to the floor trying to regain her breath. “Let’s go, hon.”, he directed a smile and got one in return. “There’s nothing here worth taking home anymore.”, he put his hand on the small of her back and headed with her back to the car. The car was silent with the occasional coo from the boys that made the parents smile as Stefan had his hand on Hailey’s thigh and she put her own on top of his. Stefan’s protective display had stirred something in her. He followed her up to the nursery and trailed after her like a puppy she proceeded to put the boys down for their evening nap. She took his hand and led him back to their room.

Their room had a dark red wall pattern and all the furniture was dark red oak. Their bed was a king canopy bed. He hadn’t understood the smirk his brother and sister in law had send his wife. Hailey later explained that it was similar to how her dorm room was like at her school. The house was practically filled with red and golden aesthetic, apparently their house colors.

He had a confused smile on his face and was pleasantly surprised when Hailey started kissing him passionately. He got his bearings and gripped her hips and deepened the kiss. When they broke apart they were both breathless and smiling. She nuzzled his neck and he leaned himself more towards her. He could feel her smile into his neck. “Thank you. With how everything was I never was protected like that. I was always supposed to be the one protecting. Don’t get me wrong, my siblings would be there but there were times when they couldn’t and it got to me.”, Hailey had said into his neck and he could feel the heat building on her cheeks. His heart broke for her and he made a silent vow to always protect her from even the smallest things. He cupped her face and made sure they were looking eye to eye.

“I will do everything I can to make sure that we are protected and safe. I-I love you, so much. So much more than I thought I was capable of feeling. The thought of you in any pain emotionally, mentally, or physically it just makes me want to bundle you up and get rid of whatever made you like that. You and the boys, you make my existence and immortality feel like a good thing.”, with Elena it was expected of him to protect her but with Hailey she didn’t expect anything from him, other than to keep looking at her the way he does now. It wasn’t one sided and it wasn’t him just giving and giving, it was mutual adoration. He protects and loves her and she doesn’t hesitate to return it. Elena had constantly talked of not becoming a vampire and not being able to handle immortality. But Hailey showed a light at the end of the tunnel, her and their boys were worth living through everything and anything. The resumed kissing, Stefan had picked her up from the back of her thighs and she placed her arms around his neck.

*START SMUT SCENE*

They were both getting lost in the kiss but Stefan was craving the taste of his mate. He nipped at her bottom lip and used her gasping to slip his tongue in. The kiss felt different it felt…hungry. Neither had been able to truly feel each other for four months, they were desperate for each other. But Stefan was still hesitant, was it safe for Hailey to do the…extraneous act? He broke the kiss and nearly done himself in when Hailey whimpered and started to mark his neck. He bit back a moan and panted out, “Sweetheart *groan* is it…okay for us to keep going?”, while asking Hailey had decided to teasingly trail her hand down but stopped just before her hand would land were Stefan was yearning for her touch.

She looked up coyly and started stripping in front of Stefan. Showing confidence that wasn’t there when they were first intimate and it made Stefan’s mouth water. She was flushed but had a teasing smile on. In front of Stefan, Hailey had black set on. Her wonderful breast were incased in satin cups and her maidenhead was teasingly hidden under a black cloth of lace. The black made her skin look as if it was made of porcelain. Her scars and toned body just as before made her look like a war goddess. How he yearned to mark that beautiful body to show everyone that she was his and he was hers. She did a come hither motion and that was enough to convince him that she wanted him and she wanted him now. To repay her he also started to strip.

Stefan’s body was so much more defined than she had realized. If she hadn’t thought he was a marble statue before she did now. His abs were tantalizing and all she could think of was marking his tan skin. To show everyone who dared listed after Stefan that they could look all they want but they would NEVER be allowed to touch let alone taste. Once Stefan was in his boxers her control had snapped, she surprised Stefan by pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed and nearly bugged his eyes out when she dropped to her knees. His goddess was kneeling before him…she will be the death of him.

She swiftly pulled his underwear off and put as much as his herculean in her mouth as she could. Whatever she couldn’t fit she stroked with her hand. She rolled her tongue, licked, and sucked at the tip. She looked up to see Stefan expressions to see if she was doing a fair job. His head was thrown back and he was using a hand to hide his noises, that wouldn’t do. She slurped as she raised her head up and down. Stefan couldn’t handle it and his groans, moans, and whimpers were filling Hailey’s ears. And just as he was about to come she pulled her mouth off. He was a panting mess and looked at her as if she was a gift from the heavens. He wanted to repay the favor, so he tugged her up to him and pushed her down onto the bed.

She looked surprised at the sudden switched positions. Without much thought Stefan dove in to enjoy the taste of Hailey’s most intimate part. She gasped, moaned, whimpered, and squirmed at the sensation of Stefan’s tongue. What made her nearly undone was when he started to flick and suck on the little bud on her flower. She put a hand in his hair and forced him up to give him a filthy kiss filled with possessiveness, lust, and love. She was straddling him with their chest pushed together and their panting nearly in sync. She grabbed his hard on and lined it to her opening. With meeting his eyes she slammed herself down. It hurt a bit but the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure of having Stefan inside her again.

As if something unlocked at seeing her pleasure herself by using his body he started fucking up into Hailey in an almost bruising force. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders to keep her balance as Stefan took control. Soon enough she was on her back again with her ankles being held by Stefan. At this angle he went so much deeper and unlocked new sensations. He was sucking marks onto her neck and chest. She tugged him down to return the favor. Soon enough it was becoming too much and then Stefan reached down. He started furiously rubbing at her clit and it pushed her to climax. The tightening of her walls and her ankles pushing him further into her finally made Stefan release into her. They stayed together there panting until Stefan slipped out causing Hailey to whimper at the sensitivity.

He fond a towel and started cleaning both of them up. He put some boxers on and grabbed his shirt for Hailey to put on. Once situated he laid on his back in bed and she made herself comfortable on his chest. They shared one last kiss before they fell asleep.

*SMUT SCENE END*

As the young couple laid to sleep they had no prior indication that tomorrow would bring chaos. As Klaus and Rebekah were sure that the Potters were now situated in home they could finally awaken their brothers. There wasn’t anything left other than to tell the pack that it would be safer for them to leave the mansion. Klaus walked up to Tyler, his first hybrid, as he directed others to put the coffins into the ballroom. “Tyler, everyone! I need your attention. In these coffins are the rest of my family. The thing is my brothers are about as temperamental as me. As soon as you can I need all of you to leave. I will not risk your lives and my brothers would hurt any of you just to anger me. So please until I know for sure that my brothers won’t kill any members of the pack I need you lot to stay away. Understood?”, the pack was quiet none of them were comfortable with leaving their alpha to endure the rage of his family especially after him telling them that he wouldn’t risk their lives. But it was an order from the alpha and they can’t disobey.

“Where should we go? I don’t think there’s a place that could house all of us. I would suggest my house but my mother is too noisy for her own good.”, Tyler contemplating out loud when the pack made their way outside. There was thirty of them now. A light went off above Tyler’s head and he got out his phone and dialed her number. The pack was looking at him curiously and then they heard her voice.

“Hello? Tyler?”, the English accent along with her voice being a melody made it clear that it was Hailey Potter-Salvatore. She sounded tired. Did she just wake up from a nap it was only four in the evening. Tyler explained the situation and asked if the had room for some of the pack. His plan was to take some to his home and say they were friends from school that wanted to stay overnight for a project. Send some to the Potter Mansion and use the money Klaus gave them to send the remaining few to a hotel. “Oh of course! We have plenty of room for everyone just make your way and I’ll meet you in a few. She hung up and Tyler was a bit shocked that Hailey was willing to house thirty hybrids. But not wanting to look the horse in the mouth they made their way.

Back in the Mikaelson Mansion Rebekah and Klaus were setting things up. While Rebekah got the modern clothing for her brothers along with some hair appliances, Klaus had dragged in a couple of coolers with blood bags. Who knew how thirsty Finn would be? Sage was finally there and making sure to avoid Damon. She was so happy to hear that Finn was alive and that they would be together again. Klaus had borrowed a magical book from Hermione and a toy wand from Ron for Kol. When everything looked in place they each made their way to a brother. Rebekah with Kol, Sage with Finn, and Klaus with Elijah. They looked to each other and at the same time pulled the dagger out. Klaus got the box out and placed the daggers in. They went to the opposite wall and slid down it , waiting for signs of awakening.

Three gasps filled the room, taking in air for the first time in centuries. Or months for Elijah. The three rose from their sitting places to look at the vampires in the coffins. Klaus smirked.

“Welcome back, brothers.”

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