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Hey! I'd like to request a Harry x Gryffindor!reader where y/n is a member of the Golden trio (well now quartet) and is basically about her friendship with them and how her and harry eventually fall in love and end up together, like is a slow burn (it can be either a oneshot or headcanons, it's your choice) thank you! 💕

Harry Potter x Gryffindor!Muggleborn!Reader

Summary: You and Harry have been friends since first year, so how will you tell him that you have deeper feelings for him than just friendship?

Word Count: 6665

Warnings: mentions of scars, umbridge (which is a warning for obvious reasons), hints of depression, doing badly in school

Ok I know that this was supposed to be a small headcannon, but I kinda went overboard so now this is 6k... oops!

so you both met on the train to hogwarts in first year

you physically ran into harry when you were trying to find a spot to sit before the train started moving

you kinda squashed him because, let’s admit it, harry was probably abnormally skinny for an eleven year old and could be pinned down by an aggravated squirrel

but it caused the two of you to have an inside joke and become friends, even before you got to hogwarts

you also became friends with ron weasley on the train ride

he was also a scrawny little twerp, and you felt like a mother looking after two idiotic children

there was also hermione granger, who immediately rubbed you the wrong way

she was bossy and seemed to be a know it all

at the sorting ceremony, harry, ron, and hermione had all gone before you

so you were kinda just chilling in the group of kids that you didn’t talk to on the train, secretly sending all your hopes into getting into gryffindor

thank godric that you did

you all sat together and ate

you also met ron’s brothers: fred, george, and percy, and apparently he had two more, bill and charlie, and a younger sister, ginny

wow his mother made a bold choice

but they were all kind

though fred and george seemed a bit too mischievous for their own good

and percy was kinda snarky

but everyone has their own flaws, and you should look past them

and you and hermione were roommates

(oh my god they were roommates)

so you tried to deal with hermione’s nagging and obsession with success

it’s firmly believed by all the girls in that dorm that if she wasn’t in gryffindor, she probably would have been in slytherin because she was so ambitious

but school was fun

you all had classes together

because you’re first years and didn’t have electives yet

hermione, of course, was amazing at just about everything

ron and harry were decent at most things, of course they had to learn but they caught on quick

the only class you liked was the flying lessons, but it only happened once every week

and astronomy

you just liked going out at night and staring at the stars

but who wouldn’t

so hermione tried to help you in class, but she talked far too fast and already knew everything

she was smart, but she wasn’t a good teacher

so you went to harry, because he was doing good in classes and wasn’t psycho-smart

he actually helped a ton more

you were actually passing your classes now

the both of you bonded over quidditch, as he became seeker and you longed to be a chaser for gryffindor

so you went to all his games and cheered him on

(you also tried out in second year and made it, to the shock of most people)

through your first year, things were relatively normal, right up until you discovered the locked room that housed a large, three headed dog

then harry decided it would be a grand idea for you all to go into a trap door underneath the dog

but of course you followed

as you entered, you got past the dog with relative ease, then hermione helped you all out of the devil’s snare

then you got on the broom and caught the key needed to get through the next door

then ron aided in beating the killer chess board

hermione had to carry him back to the main hallway, and up to madam pince

but you went with harry to find the sorcerer's stone

and when you walked into the room, you stopped at the top of the stairs, seeing quirrel

after a few moments of talking, when the fighting broke out, you were hit with a jinx that sent you flying across the room

which knocked you out

so when you woke up in the hospital wing with a few bruises

ron to your left, still asleep

harry to your right, also asleep

you could say that you were a bit confused at the goings-on of the night before

hermione showed up only a few moments later and explained everything from what she knew

when you all left after first year, it’s safe to say a tear may or may not have fallen at the idea of not seeing your friends for a whole three months

but that summer, you were invited to the burrow at the end of summer

and you went

after begging your parents for the entire month prior

but you got there

and you went along with, ron, fred, and george in their dad’s car to go rescue harry

and you almost fell out of the car while trying to pull him inside, away from his porky looking uncle

but you guys were fine

and when you got back to the house

mrs. weasley chewed you all out

except harry

but she gave you quite the talking to because you’d been there for the past few weeks and she was comfortable treating you like her own

which included a good scolding

but it was all ok

because you were all back together

at least you and the boys

but you would see hermione very soon

when you went to diagon alley

but there was a small hiccup in the day

when you ran into the malfoys

literally

you slammed into draco’s back

very hard

and he fell over

and you fell on top of him

and his dad saw it all

and screamed at you in front of everyone in the bookshop

“you filthy, vile, little mudblood!”

he had his wand pulled in your face and everything

draco was smirking behind him

it was humiliating

but

the weasleys had your back

the twins came to help you stand up and were glaring at the malfoys

arthur began yelling at lucius

though you were embarrassed, you felt loved all the same

all the girls were obsessing over some gildy-guy

you didn’t find him all that appealing

he seemed too full of himself

but hogwarts was going good that year

besides the little thing with you, ron, and harry stealing a flying car and crashing it into the whomping willow

though it did give you all a bit of street cred given that...

ya know, three 12 year olds stole a flying car and drove it to hogwarts

as mentioned before, you made it onto the gryffindor quidditch team as chaser

you were also benched for half a game for trying to knock malfoy off his broom when he called hermione and you mudbloods while trying to smack talk harry

which didn’t make sense because the slytherins cheat every game and you try to assault one kid and suddenly you're benched

though malfoy doesn’t really say much to your group when your around now

you also got closer to the twins, helping them with pranks and diversions

after the malfoy/bookstore incident, they felt more protective of you

you became like an older sister to ginny

and she always felt like she could open up to you

but she had a weird little book she wouldn’t let you see

as she got worse through the year, you told hermione

but she suggested that you shouldn’t tell her brothers

because maybe she didn’t want anyone knowing

when it was revealed that harry was a parseltongue, you most definitely yelled at people who badmouthed him

you also punched one kid, but you didn’t get a detention for it because the kid was too scared to tell anyone

you and harry were even closer than before

between quidditch and you staying close to him everywhere because you were scared of being petrified

and when hermione got petrified you broke down in the middle of the common room

harry hugged you, a little awkwardly, but he was trying

then ginny got taken down to the chamber

and you felt more numb than anything

so when you, ron, and harry ventured down to the chamber of secrets to find ginny

with lockhart

who wasn’t much help

ever

but ron and lockhart were stuck behind fallen rocks so you and harry went on

and you found ginny

and young voldemort

...or his ghost

either way

it was voldemort

and though you would never tell another soul, he was a lot more handsome when he had his face in tact and looked, well, human

but besides that, he was trying to kill you, harry, and ginny, so his appeal was pushed to the side when you considered that little factor

but as the basilisk chased harry around the chamber, tom riddle had you in a headlock

you were on your knees

and he was basically just forcing you to watch harry be chased by a killer snake

ginny was still passed out after harry defeated the basilisk with the sword of gryffindor, brought by the phoenix, fawkes

you still couldn’t catch your breath after tom riddle had let you go, given that he had been choking you slowly

you hugged harry and were gripping onto the backs of his robes as tight as possible, still feeling light headed and grateful that you actually survived

but you helped harry carry ginny out as quick as possible

ron and lockhart had cleared away most of the rubble, well mostly ron, lockhart was still crazy

when the end of the year came and hermione, among others, were no longer petrified, you enveloped her in the biggest hug imaginable

the train ride back was, once again, a bit sad, but you promised to come over to the burrow during the summer

you went to the leaky cauldron with hermione and her family, since yours didn’t exactly like that you were a witch

they loved you, but all this stuff was to dangerous for their taste

but you and hermione went to the leaky cauldron for a few nights

met the weasleys there for a day of shopping and such

also met harry there, since he was brought by the minister of magic for using magic underaged outside of school

which was kind of a stupid rule

but whatever

you got to spend more time with your friends

because the weasleys were in egypt visiting bill, ron’s older brother,

but you got your little (well, large, really) family back

you and harry talked about everything that the dursley’s had done to him, how he blew up his aunt, and how he was sick and tired of feeling alone during summers

you told him about how your parents were complaining about you leaving for most of the year and, all around, didn’t like magic, like his aunt and uncle

you also talked about how ron’s rat and hermione’s cat were going to kill each other, which meant that ron and hermione would end up killing each other

you never really realized how much you talked to harry until you didn’t get to everyday

on the train ride to hogwarts, you sat with the twins and their friend, lee jordan, and a few of the girls from the quidditch team that you’d known before

you were planning a big prank for the start of the year

harry, ron, and hermione, however, were stuck with an old, sleepy man in their compartment

harry was also moping because you were spending time with the twins

again

he missed you more than he thought he would and wanted to spend time with you, but he couldn’t just say that

they were your friends too

then the dementors came onto the train, which woke up the old man in their compartment and he was able to fend them off

and harry passed out

and then he woke up a few moments later

with chocolate being shoved in his face

(not a bad way to be woken up)

but the first thing he did was try and get up to look for you

which hermione offered to do so he could rest

in your compartment, you had fallen over, not passed out, but your knees had gone weak and you blacked out for a moment, still awake though

fred and george were on either side of you on the floor

they both had an arm over your shoulder, trying to warm you up

angelina johnson was giving you kind words

and then hermione walked in

your head shot up

“are you all alright?”

“harry passed out,”

there was a chuckle heard from outside the compartment

malfoy

“potter passed out? some brave gryffindor he is!”

everyone just kinda rolled their eyes and continued to ignore him

“is harry ok?”

“should be, there was a man in there, i assume he was a teacher or something, he had it handled”

“you’re sure he’s alright?”

“yes, he’s perfectly ok, y/n,”

hermione definitely knew about your crush on harry now

she had her suspicions before

but it was just obvious now

hermione left, probably going back to harry and ron

“you wanna go see him?” one of the twins asked from your right in a concerned but also suggestive voice

you shook your head

“i’ll see him at dinner, fred,”

both the twins gasped, along with the others in the compartment

“you can tell us apart?” george asked

yes, that’s right, you had learned the difference between the twins and could tell them apart, something their best friend, lee, couldn’t even do

you were quite proud of yourself

“of course, what do you take me for? your mother?” you chuckled

both the twins knew, at that moment, they’d hit the jackpot

they knew you had a great sense for attention to detail in pranks, but this just showed how much you knew

“how do you know which is which?”

“fred has more freckles, george slouches more when he walks, fred also has a little scar right at the top of his hairline that you can just barely see, but it’s usually how i can tell. also you have sides when you go places together, george is left and fred is right, though i’m sure you’ll change it up from now on to trip me up,”

“ahhh, little y/n, you are a good best friend,” -fred

“lee, take notes,” -george

“fuck all of you,” -lee

the rest of the ride was not as eventful after that, though the twins were still trying to make you slip up

they left to put their uniforms and asked you to guess who was who, you were correct, they were crybabies about it

when hermione went back to harry, he was a little sad to hear that fred and george were comforting you so closely

lupin kinda smirked because it reminded him of how james would get mad when lily was with other boys

then he wasn’t smirking because he was all sad

when the train got back to hogwarts, you met up with ron and hermione and harry

they told you all about cool professor lupin

third year was great

professor lupin was your favorite professor, which was a similar theme around school

you pranked more people with fred and george

you played quidditch, getting better at your skills when practicing with angelina and katie

lupin grew to love your little quartet

because you were like his friends

hermione reminded him of himself because of her good morals and need to excel in classes, even though she still had her own dark side

ron was like peter, one of the funniest, kindest friends he’d ever seen, while also being underspoken, letting his friends speak first in most situations

james and harry were practically the same person, with their entire personas mirroring the others, though harry was much more modest than james had ever been, but also seemed to have his mischievous side much more hidden than his father, who would boast about his accomplishments and pranks

you reminded him of sirius, with how you always found a way to make others laugh, and your chameleon-like personality that could fit in with multiple groups, you never seemed to be alone, along with the way that you could never seem to wear your uniform correctly: always choosing a t-shirt instead of the button down or regular trainers over the uncomfortable uniform shoes

he made sure to pay extra attention to harry and his friends through the year

you became more popular as you hug out with fred and george more

hermione and ron seemed to bicker more and more like an old married couple

harry was stressing over sirius black constantly, especially after finding out that he was his godfather

you and harry went to see lupin together to discuss what he knew of sirius black, along with just getting your minds cleared

he accepted you both into his office and you all chatted for hours

he also offered to teach you how to cast a patronus, like he had been doing with harry

you gleefully accepted

harry had been at his wits end with malfoy at this point, sick of the taunts and jokes tossed his way

so you and fred and george pranked him

turned his hair red and glittery

only lasted until you washed it out but it was very funny to see him freak out

as patronus practice went on with harry and lupin, you got closer and closer to casting a full patronus, only after your second lesson

during the third time you went, your patronus was cast fully, a mighty lioness that roared loudly as you, harry, and lupin laughed in pure delight at the sight of the mighty beast

you told fred and george what your patronus was and they were jealous, because you got the house mascot and they couldn’t even produce the charm

when the day came that you, harry, ron, and hermione all went down to hagrid’s for buckbeaks’ execution

then scabbers was pulled away by a large black dog

and you all went into the whomping willow

and found sirius black

who was being quite dramatic for a wanted killer

or maybe that was just how killers were

just murdering people but with ✨pizzazz✨

but when lupin turned up, and explained the situation, then ron’s rat turns into peter pettigrew, who was supposed to be dead, then snape showed up

god this was a really long night

once you had everything taken care of (ron was going to be taken to the hospital wing for his leg injury, peter pettigrew was in restraints, it was acknowledged that sirius was framed, and everyone knew lupin was a werewolf) you walked back up to the opening of the whomping willow

then the moon came out

lupin began transforming, everyone backed away slightly, but you were stunned to your spot

sirius and snape were protecting harry ron and hermione

but you were just standing there, watching

peter got away by transforming into a rat, again

lupin was now in full wolf form though, so that was the bigger problem

sirius approached him slowly before lupin turned around quickly, scratching your arm and hand as he ran off, sirius chasing after him in his dog form

but you were scratched by a werewolf

and it hurt

snape had to be a crutch for ron because his leg was messed up

and you were wobbling as you walked from the pain

but you both made it to the hospital wing

pomfrey attended to you first, and she explained, while she worked, that since it was only a scratch, you shouldn’t suffer any detrimental side effects aside from the scarring, which would never go away

it wasn’t too bad after she gave you a few medicines

you worried about hermione and harry, and while ron was being tended to, you glanced out of the windows looking for a peak at your friends

they ended up coming up to the hospital wing after seeing the dementors try to kill sirius, but then they disappeared again, leaving you and ron confused when, just seconds later, they walked through the doors into the hospital wing

but they told you that they saved sirius and buckbeak

school was pretty calm after that

you and harry went to see lupin when you heard that he was quitting

he explained that word got out about him being a werewolf

by snape

the bitch

and that he hurt a student

but he wasn’t aware of that part

until he saw your arm wrapped up

and asked what happened

and he looked like he was going to cry

but you assured him that it didn’t hurt

of course it hurt but you weren’t going to tell him that

for some reason you felt bad that he hurt you

because he was kind and gentle and didn’t deserve the prejudice he got

the scar was healing, but it was from your elbow to the back of your hand, and it was about an inch wide, so there wasn’t much hope of you covering it up or saying it was no big deal

lupin was worried though

how were you going to explain this to your parents?

they were muggles, wouldn’t they pull you out of school?

apparently not, because when, that summer, you were invited to the quidditch world cup with the weasleys and hermione and harry, they let you go

which was very out of character but you didn’t really mind

the quidditch cup was… interesting

you and hermione were pretty spooked afterwards because of the death eater symbol that hung over the crowd

along with the fact that you were muggleborn

but the beginning of the school year was sure to take your mind off of it

the triwizard tournament seemed interesting enough for the older teens to compete in

you couldn’t play quidditch but this was fine

it was a relaxing year to just chill

right?

wrong!

because you got two months of relative peace until harry’s name was pulled out of the cup and most of the school turned on him

you were still staying close to harry because you trusted him

and you knew that ron wasn’t so much mad at his friend as much as he was a mix of jealous and worried for harry’s safety

you also helped harry train for the first task once you found out what it was

fuckin dragons

you brought him out to the quidditch pitch a few days a week and made him run drills so that he’d be quicker on his feet

ya know

running from a dragon

and you made sure that he knew basic spells

you made hermione research dragons and common ways to get past them

after a little conversation with moody, you also practiced the summoning charm so he could get his broom

you still made sure he was doing running drills because he could always fall

but you included some flying practice

“i don’t care if you're the youngest seeker in a century, harry, this is a dragon!!!! it breathes fire!!!”

because you were helping harry so much

you kinda began slipping in class

just a little

ok maybe a lot

but you were also practicing spells with harry so you were learning like 6/7th year charms

though your teachers didn’t see it that way

sadly

so you had to ditch harry a few times due to detentions

mostly with mcgonnangal because she pitied you and how you were worried about your friend dying, which you prioritized over lessons

though snape was getting fed up with you

he was yelling at you more

but you were used to it at this point

the day of the first task you had been with harry in the tent for as long as you could stay there, worried for his safety

to be honest he was getting more nervous because of you

he wanted you to calm down

and you wanted him to live

so it was quite the stressful situation

especially when, while you were sitting on one of the hospital beds moved down there (for precaution) you rested your head on his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and rita skeeter snapped a quick picture

but she got told off by krum

which was kinda refreshing

he was quiet, but he would stand up for what was right

you liked that about him

it reminded you of harry

harry did really well in the task, getting really high marks for his agility and skill on a broom

you gleamed with pride

a few days later, at breakfast, ron had a parcel delivered to him

dress robes

that were beyond hideous

then you heard all about the yule ball

where you had to dress up and converse with the other schools and such

it didn’t sound all that appealing to you

you loved hanging out with friends and such

but you weren’t exactly thrilled with the idea of dressing up for hours on christmas, the day of relaxation

and becuase you didn’t really think that you were gonna go, you gave ron the money your parents sent you for a dress so he could buy new, nice dress robes

he thanked you a million times

you were also helping harry with the egg

let's say that cedric found out about the egg and told harry a bit sooner

so you were trying to get him to swim in the black lake

he wasn’t pleased

but he needed to be quick in the water

he was mad at you for pushing him in one day

but he got over it

hermione was losing her mind because you and harry were basically flirting

constantly

and touching one another with looks of affection

but harry wouldn’t man up and ask you out

and you didn’t believe he would actually like you

hermione about slapped you when you said that

you also told her that you didn’t really want to go because of the elegant air that wasn’t your style

so she made it her personal mission to get you and harry together

she wasn’t subtle

was she ever?

but nothing happene

one day at breakfast, while the boys were complaining about not having dates

fred, who was sitting next to you, asks angelina to the dance to show ron and harry that it was that easy

ron made some snarky comment about how hermione and you wouldn’t have dates

and hermione was mildly offended by ron and stormed off

but you knew he was right

nobody had even asked you

you thought about asking harry

multiple times

but you just knew he wouldn’t want to go with you

especially when he had practically every girl in hogwarts to choose from

so that night, in the common room, you asked george if he had a date

he didn’t

so you went as friends

because you thought of the twins as family

and didn’t like them that way

but you knew that they were a good option, and with george you would be able to joke all night and have a good time

you bought a cheap-ish, but nice, dress from money you’d already had in your trunk

harry was pissed

he knew you liked one of the twins

and he was mad at himself more than anything

but he went with one of the patil twins, ron taking the other

but when you came downstairs to george, looking more gorgeous than ever

with the help of hermione

you wore a dress with short sleeves, which made you slightly insecure because you still had the scar from professor lupin that was a few shades off from your normal skin tone

but hermione, fred, george, and angelina assured you that you were still beautiful

he couldn't take his eyes off you

“potter seems to be staring at you,” george teased

you rolled your eyes and didn’t bother to look back because you didn’t want to be disappointed

the ball was fun

you caught up with the twins since you hadn’t spent much time with them since you were helping harry

the next weeks you were still training with harry

he was still reluctant about getting in the black lake

but he lived

and when, the night before the task, you and hermione disappeared when he had a question, he felt more helpless than ever

he felt even more helpless when, during the task, he could make out your figure at the bottom of the lake, in between hermione and a little blonde girl

after he helped you and the little blonde girl, who turned out to be fleur’s little sister, you and harry were huddled together….

“warming up”

he got high marks again for rescuing both you and gabrielle, even though he took a long time to finish

he was tied for first place

you jumped up and hugged him so tight he could barely breathe

you loosened your grip and stared him in the eyes

your faces were so close together you could feel the other’s breath

then ron came up and grabbed harry

#fuckyouron

it was awkward between you and harry for about a day and a half until you were in the common room together and were joking like old times

after that, you waited until the month before the final task, when you found out it was a maze with creatures and spells

you made harry start running again

he said he was going to curse you

you laughed

but when the task came up, you felt a little weird about everything

things just seemed off

and when harry reappeared with a dead cedric and the triwizard cup and there was a deafning silence between everyone

cedric's father was screaming

you were trying to shove your way down the stands to harry

because he looked numb yet also going through so many emotions

when you finally got to harry he was pulled away by dumbledore, who told you to go back to your friends

you wanted to hit him

but you talked to harry the next day

well, you didn’t talk much

he collapsed, crying the tears he was holding in since the end of the third task

you held him, letting him sob

you started whispering kind words to him when his sobbing became slower and his breathing was more regular

“i’m--”

“you don’t need to be, you shouldn’t be sorry, it’s nothing you did, i promise,”

over the summer, not very much happened

until, while you were at the weasleys, harry was attacked by dementors and was being put on trial for using magic outside of school

he came to sirius’ parents old house before his trial, then, after he was free to go back to school, spent the rest of the summer with you, ron, and hermione

you spent a good bit of time over the summer working on prank products with the twins

you got a lot of progress made on the extendable ears and a few of the skiving snackboxes products were almost perfect

while on your way back to school, while ron and hermione were at the prefects carriage, you caught up with harry and what you had been doing over the summer, talking about whatever you didn’t say while at grimmauld place

they talk about how harry is sick of the pity stares he's getting, and that’s just from getting on the train and sitting down

you talk about your adventures with the twins over the summer, how they tried to do side-by-side apparition with you and you puked

the rest of the train ride was mediocre at best, but the real fun started at the end of the first dinner

namely, a woman called delores umbridge, who was the defense teacher

nobody found her likeable, especially after she interrupted dumbledore

nobody interrupts dumbledore

but you wanted to give her a chance

that chance didn’t get you too far

you and the twins were planning to prank her by day 3

she yelled at harry and gave him a torture quill for his punishmet

nasty bitch

but by the end of the fourth day at school, her cat portraits had been let out around the school, milling around in other paintings and it took her a few days to finally put them all back

the best pranks are ones that linger, driving the person mad

she didn't know it was you three, of course she didn’t, she had only been there four days

but she started to catch on when you and the twins were seen whispering in the great hall, writing on a piece of paper that was shoved under a desk and whispering stopped as she walked by

she knew for a fact that it was you three when you had all used the same annoying phrase in class, multiple times, just to drive her mad

your first detention this year, though it was with fred and george, went unknown by your friends

you didn’t want them to worry, since you couldn’t get your hand to stop bleeding when you would stretch or scratch the healing skin, but you had no intentions of stopping your pursuit of pranking

it wasn’t until dumbledore’s army was having their first practice that harry noticed the scabbed writing on your hand, which was written over your werewolf-scratch scar from third year

‘i must respect my superiors’

he got kinda really mad at you when you’d told him that it was from the last 7 detentions with umbridge, though he didn’t know you even had one

quidditch practice was awkward, harry wouldn’t talk to you, unless it was to critique your playing, and the twins weren’t really there to mediate, since they had to practice too

though the awkwardness didn’t last for too long

umbridge had kicked you, harry, fred, and george off the team indefinitely

dumbledore’s army meetings were the only thing to look forward to

though, when you were working on patronus charms, yours was no longer the mighty lion, but a doe that pranced around with grace

hermione pointed out that harry’s was a stag, and yours was a doe, and then she wiggled her eyebrows

you were #confused

you continued getting detentions with umbridge, for speaking out in class or not doing the work

you finally understand a class but it's everything you already knew from first year… but easier

so you just don’t do it

grades can’t get worse

fred and george leave, so you don’t have many people to talk to, besides hermione

harry’s still a bit aggravated with you

but you're starting to get mad at him as well, he keeps talking to cho

and the worst part is that you completely understood

she was pretty and nice and going through something only harry understood at the moment

you talked to hermione about it

she said to confess your feelings

and you were

really you were

until harry came back and told you the good news

he kissed cho

congrats to you

you just avoided him

until he claimed that sirius black was being tortured by voldemort and you, along with select dumbledore’s army members, had to go save him

you were intercepted by the umbridge prats

you punched draco malfoy so hard his nose bled all over his face and robes

which felt like a win, even though you were still caught and brought to her office in a headlock by malfoy

though you all escaped and went off to the ministry of magic, where sirius was

except he wasn’t

but you know who was?

death eaters

totally not the same thing

but you all made it to this room with a huge archway, where you were then put back in a headlock, by a malfoy…. again

you were sick of this family

the order members showed up soon, however, and sirius was actually here this time

and he was standing next to you in front of the arch, fighting

until he was hit by a curse by bellatrix, which caused him to collapse into the veil

you heard harry scream, and he started to sprint towards the veil, but you collided with his body, pushing him away and wrapping your arms around him

you didn’t know what the veil thing was but you didn't think that it was something you came back from

harry was trying to get out of your arms to the veil

he was stronger than he looked, and you ended up pushing him to the floor so he would stop trying to run

the whole battle was a mess, harry had gotten possessed by voldemort, which entailed a lot of screaming and a creepy deep voice coming from harry

as you were all brought back to hogwarts, you were dragging harry’s body over yours, and he was heavier than he looked

but you knew he was tired and out of it, so you bared with it

that summer was the longest of all

harry and you didn’t talk much

neither would make the first move to send a letter

everyone knew voldemort was back

and harry was transported to the burrow by dumbledore

and even though you had been at the burrow most of the summer, including when harry was there the next morning

he still wouldn’t even look at you

you really didn’t know what you did

he was the one who flirted and kissed cho

sure you didn’t tell him about detentions and were kind of the reason that he didn’t chase after sirius to his death

but that didn’t seem like something he should be mad about

not for this long

fred and george opened their shop

and you were proud of them

so so proud because you helped with half the products there

but you couldn’t use the extent of your happiness because harry still wasn’t talking to you

and you felt like death

all the time

that year went relatively quick

you were studying a lot more, mostly to ignore harry, but also because you didn’t have fred and george to occupy your time and had nothing else to do

by the time christmas came around, you hadn’t talked to harry much

maybe a few times in classes that you were in together

but you weren’t in any newt classes with them

oh well i guess

you didn’t make other friends either

you just kinda closed off

didn’t sleep much because you kept thinking about harry

thinking about kissing him

thinking about holding his hand

about joking with him like you used to

about how he must be feeling about everything going on

about how you can’t lose him now

he can’t die because of some no-nose-supremacist

and you looked exactly how you felt, you were sluggish and lethargic, it took you awhile to react when people spoke to you, and your usual charisma wasn’t as prominent

during christmas, fred and george noticed your lack of energy

they tried to cheer you up but you just wanted harry to talk to you

so they did what they did best

smacked some sense into harry

literally

hit him in the head and told him to talk to you

you both sat on the couch awkwardly, neither feeling the air of comfort that you used to have

it took about five minutes of silence before george opened the door and screamed at you both

not any words, just screamed

then shut the door

neither of you could hold in the snorts of laughter from the unsolicited screaming

you turned to face one another at last

“so….”

“so…”

“i’m sorry i ignored you”

“me too, i was worried about you and i felt like i couldn’t talk to you but i should have just written you a letter or something because i miss you so much, you don’t even know. after the twins left hogwarts, i always felt lonely and i wasn’t speaking to you for whatever reason and i’ve been doing really dreadful in class so i've been studying but i never retain anything or understand anything and--”

harry grabbed your hands and moved closer to you

“i think i’m in love with you”

“you’re kidding?”

“....

no????”

“i think i love you too?”

“yeah, i have been for a while, then we fought, and i didn’t know how to talk to you anymore--”

beforehe could have another word, you crashed your lips to his

it was amazing

you’ve been waiting for this for literal years

the past few months were torture

but everything was alright

things were getting worse out there, with voldemort rising to power, but you could die happy because of this moment

because harry wasn’t just someone who was in love with you, he was your best friend in the world and the only person who made you feel comfortable in any situation

and he loved you back

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #weasley twins x reader #george weasley x reader #headcannon #harry potter fluff #harry potter headcannon #weasley twins #reader insert #x reader #gryffindor!reader #muggleborn!reader

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Ellis Watts III→ Aldis Hodge → Jackal

→ Basic Information

Age: 99

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Born or Made: Born

Birthday: December 25th

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Religion: Christian

→ His Personality

Ellis Watts is a workaholic. He has spent the entire duration as head of the Jackals looking for ways to better the clan and push them into more prominent positions within the city. This includes heavily encouraging the jackals in his clan to pursue a degree and better themselves intellectually. He also serves the citizens of Chicago as the City Planner. He has been making significant efforts to improve the quality of life for both supernaturals and humans. He is very dedicated to his work and responsibilities and does not falter in his duties. He is disciplined, often working nights and weekends until a project is seen through to the end.

However when Ellis relaxes, he does so in style. He loves expensive clothes and timepieces, nice cars, and excessive hobbies. Since he could get his hands on them, he’s loved anything with a motor: cars, motorcycles, and speed boats. Only recently has he begun to tackle the skies. It was a 95th birthday present to himself, and he’s almost put enough hours in to finally obtain his license to fly. He also enjoys spirits, and has begun making his own wine. This harkens back to his youth filled with mild over indulgence and a desire to escape.

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Head of Clan Jackal and City Planner

Scars: None

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: High end watches and Fast vehicles

Two Dislikes: Idle hands and People who ride their brakes

Two Fears: Failing at leading the Jackals and Heights

Two Hobbies: Boat Racing and Wine Making

Three Positive Traits: Responsible, Disciplined, Ambitious

Three Negative Traits: Work-Obsessed, Superficial, Stubborn

→ His Connections

Parent Names:

Ellis Watts II (Father): Ellis did not have a very strong relationship with his father, contrary to everyone in their pack. They were not very affectionate towards one another and often got into spats. Though it appeared that Ellis Watts II was handing his son the keys out of respect, in reality he left out of spite. They didn’;t have any other contact with one another for the rest of his life.

Lucretia Watts (Mother): Lucretia was old, much older than Ellis’s father, when they mated and died while Ellis was 30. Ellis was close to his mother, and she instilled many of the mantras he repeats and follows to this day.

Sibling Names:

None

Children Names:

None.

Romantic Connections:

Mary-Alice Lewis (Ex Girlfriend): He met Mary Alice when he was away for school. Too many things were trying to work against them, and when he asked her to come back home with him, she said no. He still thinks about her often and has thought about trying to see if she was still with her clan.

Miriam Vance (Ex Girlfriend): They dated in the 1970s for a few years. He was just getting in the meat of his political career and she wanted lots of children immediately. They parted ways and last he knew she moved to San Francisco.

Platonic Connections:

Sarah Harris (Best Friend): Sarah has been one of his longest friends and is often the person to call him out. He is the Godfather to both of their daughters and spends most holidays with their family.

Zack Harris (Best Friend): Zack is his most trusted confidante. They throw ideas around, playing with possibilities, before eventually bringing it to Sarah who helps make the idea possible.

Shannon Harris (Goddaughter): He has known Shannon since she was born. She’s a mini-Sarah through and through and he has recently begun training her to begin as a liaison to the pack. With the new influx of supernaturals that may come due to the University, Ellis wants to be ready.

Zelda Harris (Goddaughter): He has known Zelda since she was born. She was always a very independent child, taking the harder and often more daring road. Despite Sarah’s surprise, he saw Zelda forming her own path long before she finally told her mother she wasn’t going to school. He has her placed in the water department.

Odell Rella (Friend): Ellis brought Odell on as 3rd about 9 years ago, after he returned home from going to college and travelling the world. It’s a perspective that Jackals don’t often have and he values his input because of that. He’s still an idiot, but he does a good job as 3rd.

Seth Allen (Curious about): Seth is somewhat of an enigma to Ellis, Zack and Sarah. He is wild and difficult, but the strangest thing is that he doesn’t really act like a jackal, or at least not like anyone in Chicago. He loves being shifted and running in his shifted form. Seth also seems somewhat uncomfortable with the family dynamics that most of the clan has. Ellis has been mulling over their new addition a lot, and has even gone on a run with him in shifted form to see if it’d shed any more light.

Vee Armstrong (Employee): Vee has shown her work ethic since she was in college and Ellis took notice. When Sirius proposed getting a Human Shifter elected with the jackal’s help; Ellis knew she’d be the best person to get them there. So far she’s impressed him, and the early polls indicate Fischer will win.

Leon King (Friendly): Ellis knows of Leon through his work with the kids. He increased general activity and helped spearhead a childhood activity project that got kids moving.

Clara Fields (Fellow Council Member): Ellis doesn’t often talk to Clara, actually avoids it when he can, but they’ve known each other for a long time and he respects her work ethic.

Isaac Baker (Friend): Ellis has liked having Isaac on the council. He’s smart and isn’t weighed down by a century of baggage like the rest of them. They occasionally go to sports games together.

Chris Bialar (Work Associate): Chris came to him a year or two ago to suggest creating a University for the supernatural community. Clan Cat was experienced with the education side of things, while Clan Jackal could encourage the permit and general bureaucratic business along. Before their business venture Ellis thought he was an arrogant asshole, now he’s an arrogant asshole with a plan to get more Jackals to the city.

Nick Hamelin (Fellow Council Member): He and Nick are on good terms. The rats don’t invade any areas they shouldn’t and in return they don’t try to keep too much from them.

Percy McCormick III (Fellow Council Member): Ellis is fairly neutral about Percy. They’ve never really hit off, unlike him and the Fields, and it’s not something he’s interested in trying to start.

Greer Finley (Work Associate): Greer is the 2nd of the Cats and is spearheading much of the project on the Cat’s end. He tends to work with her on projects to avoid putting her and Sarah in the same room.

Amaria Crais (Work Associate): Amaria is the main liaison between the Cats and Jackals for the University project. He finds her much easier to deal with than Greer.

Asa Fields (Old Friend): He hasn’t spoken to Asa since he has been back, but the two would occasionally meet at parties around the city. He’s interested in seeing how he’s changed over the years.

Sirius Cobic (Business Partner): Sirius proposed the idea of getting a supernatural to the top of the Chicago government about a year and a half ago. They need someone with real power to rule and a human shifter would be the only one who could make it. Together they developed a plan, and are currently seeing it play out.

Hostile Connections:

Russell Jordan (Concerned about): Russell quickly shut down many lines of connections that had existed between the hyenas and jackals since they’d arrived. He claimed it was to unify the clan under new leadership, but they haven’t opened back up.

Alan Thomas (Annoyance): He’s never seen anyone argue so much over building codes that have been public knowledge for years. Thomas takes any slow down as a personal offence and doesn’t care to restrain himself from throwing a fit.

Pets:

None

→ History

Ellis was born in Chicago to Ellis Watts II and Lucretia Watts. Unusually for jackals the pair married at quite old ages and Ellis III was the only child they ever had. Lucretia was showing signs of slowing down when Ellis was a young boy, so it was only a matter of time when she passed away. He was away for many of her last years, and when he returned from school she refused to shift back into her human form. Ellis spent much of his time shifted the last year of her life so they could communicate easier. When she finally died, he didn’t change for years. It was at this time of no shifting that Ellis discovered his love for fast machines; motorcycles, cars, boats, anything he could feel the exhilaration of. He also garnered some criticism at this time, specifically from his father who thought he was being frivolous and wasteful. This was the beginning of what would become decades of arguments between the two men.

They fought about him not using his degree or getting a useful job, about Elli II being inflexible and running members out of Chicago. This was all hidden from the packs eyes as their leader having the least happy family of all might cause an uproar in such a family oriented clan. The only members who were aware were Sarah and Zack Harris, his father’s seconds. Finally in 1941, after a particularly brutal argument Ellis II quit, told his son that he could burn the pack down if he wanted, but that he wouldn’t be around to watch. He packed up his things and left the clan to Ellis to rule, with the obvious assumption he’d fail. Ellis, like he did in many instances rose to the occasion. He hunkered down and learned everything: each pack family, who needed assistance, what needed to be done, where there were spots they could expand. It was Ellis who made the switch into the Government and slowly began securing good jobs with good pay for his people. He finally joined office himself once he was legally able to and has been City Manager on and off for many years.

After he switched into being a leader, he’s had a difficult time turning it off. It’s ruined any relationship he’s had, caused tension headaches and teeth grinding, and he rarely if ever takes a day off. He still maintains many of his hobbies like boat racing, wine making, and now piloting; but work and his clan is always in the back of his mind.

→ The Present

Ellis would like to find a wife and start a family. Sarah says it was his dysfunctional family life that’s scared him off. Which is partially true, but he’s worried that he’ll start slipping if he relaxes too much. He’s actually considered asking Sarah or Shannon to set him up, but he’s not sure that he is that desperate yet.

Ellis is also creating a University with the Cats. He, Sarah, and Zack have been in talks for about a year or so developing the idea, but they are going to break ground soon. He’s excited to have a new school for his Jackals to go to, as well as a new draw for the supernatural community. Another venture he’s taking on, though in a much more removed position, is the election of human shifter, Robert J. Fischer. It was an idea concocted with the human shifters to get a member of the supernatural community in the highest seat of power. Though the council previously ruled no species could be in the mayor’s office due to an unequal balance of power, Ellis knows they don’t understand the nature of modern politics.

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⧼ toby regbo, cis male, he/him/his / quarter-life crisis by judah and the lion + desks piled high with books and materials, always crowded but never messy; guilt and shame that eat away at him with every mention of family moments and memories he chose to not be part of; three cups of black coffee to make it through the day, four if there’s too much that needs done (there’s always too much that needs done). ⧽ ━━ hey, isn’t that PERCY WEASLEY? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY-NINE year old pure blood WIZARD is a GRYFFINDOR alumnus who has gone on to be a MINISTRY EMPLOYEE. i’ve heard they can be quite DRIVEN & METICULOUS, but i don’t know… they came off very OSTENTATIOUS & NEUROTIC in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it? — [pinterest]

who ordered a pretentious, family-abandoning guilty nerd? no one?? guess this one is on the house then. i’m???? super inspired in writing this bio and its more of a character analysis than anything else bc he’s an established enough canon that we don’t know much about personally so i went ham but i’m not about to ask y’all to read the mess i’ll inevitablty type up for him, so here are a few brief bullet points for now bc i want this up:

learned that the best way to get praise was to do everything he was told, be as respected as bill and charlie, and look after the younger kids. he took these lessons and ran with them into overdrive because percy only knows two modes: zero or one-hundred. hence how he turned out to be a killjoy

stupidly smart and stupidly ambitious. the sorting hat considered putting him in slytherin and he debated with it until the hat got annoyed with him and gave him gryffindor instead. you can pry that hc out of my cold, dead hands

so much of him is based in guilty: for the fight he had with arthur, for putting up so much distance between him and his family for years, and for not coming back to them until the very last minute. there’s also an immense level of guilt thinking he had a part in fred’s death, because he was there when his brother was killed and he wonders if he hadn’t caused a distraction, if fred might still be alive. he’s never spoken about any of his guilt because he’s about as good at communicating as he is at having any chill (aka, not at all)

after the war (and all of the grief and pain and healing that followed), percy made his primary focus on rebuilding his relationship with his family. it’s not been easy, but if the war taught him anything, it’s that he will not lose even more time

currently employed at the ministry (duh) in the department of magical transportation because jkr said that somewhere, i’m just too tired to cite the source

i’ll make a stats page and link it later along with the rest of the finished bio, thank u and good night

BIO — under co.

Born the third son to Molly and Arthur Weasley, one of the very first lessons Percy learned was that it was easy to get lost in the crowd. In a family that finally tapered off at seven children, there was always someone crying, laughing, or making some sort of racket (sometimes all three at once). It was such a loud environment, and it was clear early on that Percy didn’t like loud. He liked things to be quiet and structured, because that made sense to him.

While all of his brothers were causing chaos, Percy was more likely to be found trailing after their mother. It was the only time when he felt like he got one-on-one time — he’s never been all that great at sharing, you see, even within his family. Even better than the time, he quickly realized that it was the best way to get recognition in a family as big as his. Rather than trying to make the biggest display for reinforcement, Percy learned to set himself apart by doing exactly what he was told. When his older brothers were away at school, and the younger kids were causing Molly to want to tear her hair, there was an overarching, sometimes unspoken (often times not) question of, why can’t you lot be like Percy? Responsible Percy, who completed all of his lessons as soon as possible and made sure to not track mud into the house and make a mess. It didn’t matter that it made him less likable to his siblings. It didn’t matter that that lack of likability sometimes felt like a lack of love, either (not that he would say that out loud). Their family was under enough stress, with seven kids and strained finances. He wouldn’t be the one to add any more stress.

Over time, it became less about being the responsible one for the sake of being good, and more so just... because that’s who Percy was. He could be overbearing to a fault, and it wasn’t helped by the fact that he sucked at communication. Whenever he scolded the younger kids for even the most minute thing, it didn’t come from a place of anger. In Percy’s mind, rules were established to keep you safe, and if his siblings broke any of the his mother’s rules, it meant they were making themselves unsafe. He may have been garbage at showing it, but Percy always has and always will love his family. The thought of something happening to them, especially something he could prevent, was not okay in his book. They needed to listen in order to be safe, and if that meant he had to act like an overbearing mother to guarantee that, then so be it.

While he was his mother’s shadow growing up, there was also a deep respect for his father. That respect greatly shifted as Percy grew up and learned their family’s status in the wizarding world, but as a little kid? He wanted so much to be like Arthur. That’s why his desire to enter the Ministry has existed as long as he can remember. Thus began a serous case of tunnel vision further fueled by Percy’s own ambition. Once he set his mind to something, good luck getting him to change it. And Percy’s mind was set on the best.

One thing Percy has kept to himself for years is something said to him during the sorting ceremony his first day at Hogwarts. Slytherin would suit you. Percy determined that that stupid hat must be broken, and mentally argued with it for a solid minute before it put him in Gryffindor — like his parents, like Bill, and like Charlie. His only real care? That he couldn’t stand to feel more disliked in his family than he already did.

His school years were everything that he needed them to be. By the time he started, he already had everything planned out. Get top marks? Done (friendly reminder that Percy got twelve O.W.L.’s, how tf). Become prefect? Done. Become Head Boy? Check, check, and check. Of course, it was far more than just a bit stressful when the twins started school and his lecturing towards them went into overdrive. Then Ron, who’s life seemed to be put in danger every five seconds after befriending Harry Potter. And then the entire debacle that was Ginny’s first year. Needless to say, Percy got his first grey hair at aged sixteen. But he managed to deal with (read: ignore) all of his stress and worry, and left Hogwarts with Os on all of his N.E.W.T.s and a job offer at the Ministry. Everything was going to according to plan.

Everything did not go as planned. His first year at the Ministry was an absolute disaster, to put it lightly. His boss never learned his name, which was humiliating enough. But Percy knew that what he wanted involved playing along in order to work your way up, so that’s exactly what he did. And it worked! Even when most of his correspondence with Crouch was done through letters, it felt like something. Being asked to carry out Crouch’s role in the Triwizard Tournament felt like a reward. Nevermind that he was 18 at the time and that job should have been done by somebody much more established than him. So when word got out that someone had been Imperio’d for ages by someone, Percy was an easy target to blame for not noticing. He could have bit back that had barely known Crouch beforehand, why was it being put on him? He didn’t fight back though. That wouldn’t do him any good. He took it all in stride, bit his tongue, and did what he’d always done: exactly as he was told.

We don’t discuss the fight and his subsequent abandoning of his family.

Percy doesn’t like to think about the almost three years that followed. Why would he? The first few weeks were spent seething with anger, towards his father and towards himself. After the anger cooled, it was replaced with overwhelming guilt. Not for the doubt that he’d had in his parents’ side, oh no. He was still very adamant that they were delusional for trusting the word of a teenage boy and an old (though arguably respectable) man over the governing forces, those same forces that he’d been in awe of since he was a kid. No, Percy’s guilt lay in the accusations he’d shouted, and the blame he’d placed on his father for their family’s financial state.

listen i’ll elaborate on his time during and after the war later, it’s like 2am and i’ve been fighting with my laptop for hours and this is already sO MUCH THAT NO ONE ASKED FOR, PERCY IS JUST MY CHILD

#nox.intro #percy.

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HP next Gen headcannons

These are my headcannons so not everyone will agree with it.

Teddy:

* he started going after Victorie at the age of twelve, but in a teasing way at first, since they were such good friends and so close to each other. However when she started at Hogwarts in fourth year is when he started meaning it. After a year of trying and teasing they started dating in his last year of Hogwarts her fifth. They date for five years, then teddy pops the question and then get married a year after.

* Whilst at Hogwarts, he’s a Hufflepuff, or hufflepunk, as he’s calls it. He was the bad boy of Hufflepuff, every girl had a crush on him, but he only had eyes for Victorie.

* Was headboy and definitely used it to his advantage.

* His patronus is a wolf like his parents.

* Got top grades as well.

* He was popular, but humble, he was friendly and with many people but had two really close friends.

* His grandmother Andromeda died when he was ten, and then lived with Harry and Ginny full time. He did visit them while living with his grandmother, but it was for a couple weeks during the summer and Christmas. They would babysit teddy when the need came.

* Has a very colorful vocabulary (swears)

* He played on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, and once got knocked out, but since he wasn’t able to change his appearance laying there he looked exactly like Remus, and those who noticed cried.

* His hair changed colors with his emotions, ex. his signature turquoise blue hair was when he was content, and chill. Red for when he was angry or pissed off. He also changed it when he felt he needed too. His first few years he had a mix of colors he changed it very often, depending who he would talk too, especially if he knew that persons favorite color. Every year on the anniversary of his parents death his hair was a bubblegum pink, with sandy blonde side.

* Only has some of his father’s wolfish traits.

* Learned to control his metamorphegi early on with the help of his grandmother.

* Halloween is his favorite holiday, He would morph himself into someone each year. He’s known for pulling a prank on a teacher or two my morphing. he’s looked like each of his “family members” at least once.

* Closest to James in terms of siblings, taught James how to play quidditch and passed on the marauders map to James, in his second year.

* He would eat lots of chocolate when he was sad or upset and Harry noticed this early on and would always make sure that there was chocolate in the house just in case he needed it.

* His teen years were hard for him and he had a complicated relationship with Harry for a while. They talked it out and resolved everything.

* His face was the spitting image of his father minus the scars. It could be hard to notice with the changing hair colors tho. He was very tall as well.

* Becomes an auror like his mother and godfather.

Victorie:

* a very pretty girl, being part Veela.

* Shorted into Ravenclaw in her fourth year after transferring from beauxbatons after much convincing Fleur, and never regretted leaving.

* Really took a liking to Teddy and agreed to go out with him in her fifth year. She was also a prefect

* Named for the victory of the battle of Hogwarts which is also her birthday.

* Being gifted at art and enjoying it

* Plays Quidditch on the house team something her and teddy bonded over and enjoyed talking about.

* Is fluent in French and English and would teach her younger cousins occasionally.

* She’s very observant and knows just about everyone one of her siblings/ cousins crushes.

* Dated other guys before teddy but they weren’t serious until Teddy.

* Hated herbology with a passion.

* Studied a lot in the library during free time.

* Got top grades as well and was headgirl

* She took a likening to dance when she was younger but stoped once she was going to school at 11.

* Loved to go shopping with her sister and cousins and sometimes would drag teddy along with them.

* Helping Dom, adjust to Hogwarts even if they were in different houses.

* The only one to enjoy visiting the delacour side of the family in France.

* She was very close to Dominique and when Vic left beauxbatons Dom had to as well.

* Her patronus is a rabbit.

* Can read and recite Shakespeare at any given time.

* Becomes a journalist for the daily prophet

* Learned to do wand-less magic bc no one thought she could do it.

Dominique:

* also very pretty being part Veela.

* Always knew how push her parents buttons

* Can be very outspoken and courageous when she has to be. Tho never purposely looking for trouble.

* Was sorted into Gryffindor in her third year after transferring from beauxbatons. Again after much convincing and to be with Victorie.

* She actually hates her name until she’s told otherwise by her boyfriend who loves it, only then does he like it.

* Loves Quidditch was a chaser on the house team her first year there.

* Meets Elliot Wood on the team and they date for two years but they had a nasty fall out and broke up.

* After the break up she went though a hard time, had a “emo phase” and dyed the tips of her hair black and closed herself off for her fifth and most of sixth year.

* Actually got detention quite a lot for skipping classes that she didn’t feel like going too.

* Had a bit of a crush on professor Longbottom since she’s been in the school.

* Best friends with her cousin Molly since they are the same age.

* Was absolutely horrible at potions and Divination

* Was super jealous of her sisters relationship with Teddy.

* Her patronus is a Fox

* Started to take a liking to Frank Longbottom late into her sixth year, after he helped her pick up her things, when her bag was knocked off her shoulder. They talk for a while and they walk to the common room together and she starts to flirt with him more after a while and in her final year he asks her out and they go out for three years before he pops the question to her. And they marry a year later.

* Becomes an auror and partners with Teddy

* Dyes her hair ginger red for a while, like most of her family. But got bored with it and goes back to blonde.

* Loved going to the borrow, and spending time with her grandparents. Grandma Molly would teach her to knit

* Loved her Weasley side more than the Delacour side, but would never admit it. Bummed she never goes to the burrow for Christmas since that’s when they visit France. But she always wears the latest Weasley sweater.

* Wasn’t as fluent in French as her sister, but can hold a decent conversation.

Louis:

* the only one of his siblings to not go to beauxbatons.

* Isn’t as fluent in French but can understand it perfectly, and can converse if he has too.

* The only one who doesn’t really like playing Quidditch all that much, and would rather watch.

* Definitely a very handsome and has a rep of being called “the pretty boy” also being part veela

* Has his father’s wolfish tendencies.

* Super smart and resourceful. People were surprised he was a Gryffindor.

* Soft spoken and kind to everyone but can be a force to reckon with if provoked.

* Definitely a brave and courageous person.

* Is made a prefect in his fifth year.

* Favorite class was definitely care of magical creatures and was like best friends with Hagrid and his uncle Charlie.

* Was actually horrible at defense against the dark arts.

* Looks up to Teddy and his father.

* Had many girlfriends throughout his time at school, but none were ever serious enough for him to commit too wholeheartedly. Tended to be a bit of a heartbreaker for this reason alone.

* His patronus is a lion

* Is super protective of his older sisters and would stand up for them at any cost no matter the circumstances.

* The tallest one in the family.

* Was lost in the background as a young child being so quite. Didn’t mind having a back seat to his sisters having most of the attention.

* Doesn’t get married and works with his uncle caring for creatures.

Molly:

* sorted into Ravenclaw no surprise to anyone

* Wears glasses like her father.

* A total book worm

* She doesn’t do a whole lot of dating in school only really dates once out of Hogwarts.

* Best friends with Dominique even if their opposites.

* Missed Dominique for two years while she was at beauxbatons.

* Was slightly bummed dom was in Gryffindor while Vic was in Ravenclaw with her.

* Was a prefect and later head girl

* Took after her father Percy more than her mother.

* She was always teased by her cousins for being a nerd and no fun.

* Has short ginger hair and brown eyes, a bit more heavier set then the rest of her family, which makes her self conscious at times.

* Is a shy and quite person by nature but kind.

* Can actually draw really well and be really creative.

* Always stayed away from trouble and always followed rules.

* Loved watching Quidditch but doesn’t play it.

* Is actually very good at wizard chess and once beat her uncle Ron.

* She’s the complete opposite to her younger sister Lucy.

* Loves her family unconditionally.

* Her patronus is a dolphin.

Lucy:

* Is not her sister

* Has beautiful long ginger hair and freckles

* Is a hardcore Gryffindor and takes it with pride.

* Is definitely boy crazy and dated many boys throughout the years in Hogwarts. Probably dated just about every boy in her year and older at some point, a player, people called her a slut behind her back.

* However was very popular

* Loves shopping with her friends and cousins

* Plays keeper on the Quidditch team

* Lazy when it comes to school work and gets in trouble for it but is actually smart.

* Is frequently in detention for skipping classes and being out after hours

* Is always butting heads with her parents

* Definitely has an attitude and temperamental

* Is a very pretty girl

* Her patronus is a hippogriff

* Wild child was her nickname given to her by uncle George.

* Can be somewhat of a bitch

* Brutally honest, but with the best intentions.

* Loves butterbeers and Honeydukes sweet shop.

* Favorite class is actually transfiguration

* And hates history of Magic with a passion.

Fred II

* is definitely a prankster and trouble maker just like his father and namesake.

* Loves Quidditch and is on the Gryffindor team as a beater.

* One of his best friends is Lee Jordan’s son whose also a Gryffindor.

* Doesn’t do much dating but takes a liking to a muggleborn girl that was in Hufflepuff and tries to get the courage to ask her out. After much encouragement from Roxanne he did it and they started dating in their seventh year.

* Looks just like his father but with darker skin and hair

* Is super tall

* His patronus is a hyena just like his dead uncles which made his father cry when he found out

* Is actually smart beyond popular belief

* Resurrects the name marauders with his cousins James and friends.

* Actually gets along well his is sister Roxanne and is super protective of her, will do anything for her.

* His favorite class is defense against the dark arts

* Despised history of magic thought it to be incredibly boring and played a prank on prof. Binns more than once.

* Actually cried when he meets his uncles ghost and got along well with him and played pranks with his help and peeves on Filch.

* Best friends with this cousin James

* Works with his father for years at the jokeshop, then takes over the joke shop after George can’t do it anymore.

Roxanne:

* is like her mother

* Pranks with her brother but not as much mostly when she was younger

* Can cook really well.

* Also on the Quidditch team for Gryffindor as a seeker.

* She has freckles and darker skin tone and long beautiful black hair.

* Gets along great with her brother Fred.

* Starts dating Jordan’s son in her sixth year with caused some tension between her and Fred but he saw how happy they were together and was actually excited about it.

* Goes on to being a professional Quidditch seeker.

* Worked at the jokeshop during summers but never did it like Fred.

* Favorite class is herbology and was friends with Professor Longbottom.

* Hated potions class.

* Best Friends with Alice Longbottom and bonded over their love for herbology.

* Her patronus is a coyote like her father.

Rose:

* is sorted into Ravenclaw after a hat-stall almost putting her in Gryffindor.

* Is a total book worm and rule follower.

* However a procrastinator when it comes to writing essays.

* Got closer to her cousin Molly after her sorting

* Studied in the library for hours.

* Is decent at wizard chess but can never beat her father.

* Doesn’t like Quidditch at all and doesn’t like watching it at all, which annoyed her father for a while.

* It’s actually really good at arts like drawing.

* Her favorite class is charms but won’t admit it saying their all her favorite.

* Struggles in potions only being beaten by her cousin Albus which annoys her to no end

* Actually likes Divination

* Has fiery red curly hair and freckles and on the shorter side.

* Was best friends with Albus, until their sorting and he became friends with Scorpius.

* Hates Scorpius for the first few years in Hogwarts believes the rumors

* Actually hates roses as a flower

* Will hex you into oblivion if provoked.

* Will eat anything in front of her, inherited her father’s appetite

* Loves muggle books and fairytales and movies, watches Disney with Lily

* Hates coffee and tea but loves hot chocolate.

* Reads witch weekly almost religiously.

* Enjoys visiting her muggle grandparents during holidays.

* Her patronus is a unicorn

* Liked learning French from Victorie

* Was the first to master nonverbal spells right away.

* Was a prefect and later head girl

* Actually likes doing things the muggle way.

* Was close to Lily she was like a sister to rose.

* She and Lily were the only ones who thought Teddy’s lame jokes were actually funny.

* She’s very protective of he little brother Hugo

Hugo:

* is sorted into Gryffindor and was eager to join the Quidditch team but wasn’t allowed to until fifth year but tried to every year but got busted by Rose

* Supported the Chudley Cannons and Puddlemore teams.

* Was gifted in wizard chess and beat his father every time since he was seven.

* Has the appetite of a bottomless pit.

* The only Weasley grandson to have red hair, blue eyes and freckles.

* Is freakishly tall

* Is very close to Lily Potter

* Got along well with Rose most of the time and later become very protective of her as well.

* Is a soft spoken and kind boy always making people laugh.

* His favorite class is actually astronomy

* Hates care of Magical Creatures but was friends with Hagrid and would visit him often

* Was secretly smart and becomes a prefect in his fifth year.

* Looks up to his cousins James and Fred and likes to follow them around and help them pull pranks.

* Was a quite and shy kid, once got forgotten at home when it was Christmas and everyone was going to the burrow.

* Loves visiting shell cottage.

* Loves muggle movies and tv shows.

* Can actually play the piano, he was taught by his mother and muggle grandmother.

James:

* Immediately sorted into Gryffindor

* Learned Quidditch from teddy and his parents at a young age

* Was the biggest supporter for the Holly Head Harpies other than his father

* Absolutely loved Quidditch and was on the team in his second year. The best Potter child at the sport.

* Mesh of his parents, auburn hair, hazel eyes, father’s temper and mother’s affinity for hexing

* The only Potter child to wear glasses.

* Got his ears pierced without permission and teddy did it and took the blame for it.

* Was head over heels for Alice Longbottom and tried to ask her out every year, she finally gave in when he was in his sixth year her fifth.

* Acted out so people don’t think much of him

* Is secretly really smart

* Is very protective over Lily, he’s the worst

* Brave and courageous to the nth degree.

* Oozes confidence, and can be taken for arrogance.

* Ravishes in the spotlight of his family name and uses the “Don’t you know who my father is” excuse to get out of trouble and it doesn’t work on Professor Longbottom or McGonagall at all.

* A jokester and prankster with his best friend and cousin Fred

* His favorite class is defense against the dark arts

* Hates history of magic and Divination

* Only one of his siblings who doesn’t have freckles

* Loves teasing his younger siblings

* Looks up to his father and Teddy and wants to be just like them

* Shunned Albus after his sorting but when he got a howler from his mother about it he stopped.

* Inherited the invisibly cloak and marauders map from his father.

* His godfather is Hagrid, and James makes frequent trips to visit him.

* Spent quite a lot of time in detention

* His patronus is a stag just like his father and grandfather.

* Becomes an auror like his father and Teddy

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This is my first blog-post and it is about some of the books I read between year 7 and 11 in my German high school. These books aren’t in a particular order, I just wrote all of them down and took some notes to guide me along. I’ll give a brief summary and then my thoughts about the books.

Without further due, let’s get into the series!

Nr. 1 “Hexen in der Stadt-Ingeborg Engelhardt”

We read this book in seventh grade and immediately after reading (actually during reading as well) we asked ourselves how and why someone thought “Hell yeah, that’s a topic for 11 year olds” since the book is originally listed for grade 5 and 6.

The story takes place in a German town during the Thirty years war, the witch hunts are running wild and the church is all over the place. The story follows a family of four who live in this town, the father is a doctor, one daughter is read-headed and the other a sleep walker. And although the father is greatly needed in this time, the towns people are really suspicious of the family, and they have to flee the city.

First of all, the book was so dense, it was almost unbearable. Definitely not something for children and yet the book won the “Youth literature award” in Germany, so I guess it wasn’t too bad after all. I honestly don’t remember a lot from it, I know we watched a horrible movie about it and I also remember that the pacing(?) in the book was weird, because the first 80% or so took reaaaally long to read through and virtually nothing happened and then in the last 20% everything happened all at once and it was just too much.

Nr. 2 “Am kürzeren Ende der Sonnenallee-Thomas Brussig”

The only (apparent) reason why we read this book was because we had our final class trip to Berlin in year 10.

The setting is the DDR, East-Berlin to be precise, somewhere around 1970ish. Our protagonist Micha lives in a street which was cut in half my the Berlin Wall and he, unfortunately enough, lives in East-Berlin. He frequent meets with his friends in a nearby park where they listen to West-Music and swoon about Miriam, the neighborhood beauty who is kinda a not-like-other-girls-girl.

All in all, the books is about searching happiness and thinking about how it is so very close and yet never being able to reach it.

It was comfortable to read and overall it was an okay novel. I don’t remember much about it, although I literally read it a year ago. The insight about east-Berlin was cool, and the author definitely implemented own experiences and as someone who grew up in post-split Westgermany it was rather informative and interesting. The quote on the back of the book was also pretty.

“Happy people have a bad memory and rich memoirs”

Nr. 3 “Frühlings Erwachen-Frank Wendekind”

(Springs Awakening)

Oh. My. God. This whole topic was such a BS and I hated every second of it.

The book takes place, once again, in a German Town in a time where there is no Sex-Ed, aka 1900th century, which is also the topic of the book; Sex-Ed gone wrong. Our first protagonist Wendla grows up in a home with a loving, strict mother and far, far away from everything unholy like sex. Our second protagonist, Melchior, is a really smart, really handsome boy who is the top of his class and who likes to read provocative literature which makes him think about masturbation. His best friend is also handsome but really stupid but the social pressure keeps him from dropping out of school- that and his strict, abusive father. Melchior and Wendla fall in love (he hits her with sticks after she metions that she has never been hurt before), have Sex(he rapes her) and after Wendla gets pregnant and dies after an attempted abortion via poisonous plants her aunt have her, Melchior is only mildly devastated. He turns sad, and kinda crazy, after his best friend commits suicide. He has a rendez-vous with the ghost and death itself, he is happy again? I dunno, the whole book was all over the place.

Worse than the book was the discussions we had in class afterwards. One time we had to argue whether it was in-fact rape or if it was just sex. Second discussion we had was about Wendla being a masochist.

The worst thing about the whole topic was the stupid ass movie adaptation.

You think Percy Jackson has it bad? Oh boy. Ohhh boy. The movie plays in the 2000s, graffiti, cool skater boys, rapper-wannabes and early 2000s fashion included. The names stayed tho, cause why not name the male protagonist Melchior in 2001. There are scenes where teenagers, TEENAGERS, go to a brothel. Ah, I forgot.

They are 13-14, book and movie alike.

10/10 would NOT recommend.

Nr. 4 “Der Besuch der alten Dame-Friedrich Dürrenmatt”

(The visit)

(No, not the horror movie)

Oh my goodness, I loved this book.

Picture this. A small town in a German province far away from any major cities with a single trail connection between Hambourg and Zurich, aka the whole length of Germany, where virtually nothing happens. One day, a former resident, comes for a visit. But not just anyone, Claire frikking Zachanassian comes for a visit.

And for blood, because this sixty-something, badass multi-billionaire who got her fortune by marrying a bunch of men who died coincidentally one after the other proposes to the town an offer.

One billion for the head of the man, Alfred the third, who expelled her out of the town after getting her pregnant and lying about it in court after she sued him.

They sent her away in the train, called her a hoe and laughed about her. She lived in a brother for a little while, her son died, and a horny, rich man decided to marry her because why not.

At first the towns people are disgusted by the offer, outraged by the immoral offer and they straight up deny it. “I’ll wait, Claire says”.

You see, the town is really, really poor. Not only because it is in a terrible location commercially wise, but also because Claire bought every factory in the town and brought them all to a stand still to slowly dry the city out. She planned this revenge.

And you see, the proposal of 500 million split between the inhabitants and 500 million for the industry of the city sounds great if you are on the brink of disaster and hunger and misery. But surely, with such an immoral offer, no one would want to commit a crime? Or would they.

Because, now that I look at it, Alfred really did something horrible… maybe, just maybe I can allow myself to stack up some dept.

And Alfred grew more and more paranoid. Begging Claire to stop this, apologizing on his knees, crying and sleeping with one open eye at all times.

We discussed in our class what we would do. We didn’t really came to a conclusion since we had nothing to compare, not one of us was ever asked to make such a decision. “It depends” was our final answer.

They do kill him in the end. It doesn’t end happy, Claire isn’t happy, but she does give the towns people their money. I really enjoyed reading this book. The female “antagonist” was refreshingly bad-ass and the moral despair was entertaining to read.

We learn that Claire is rich and powerful, but that she lost so much innocence, so much energy to enjoy her life in such young years that, as a reader, you cannot not sympathize with her.

Nr. 5 “Das Versprechen-Friedrich Dürrenmatt”

(The pledge)

Hands down the best book I’ve read in school.

This book is originally a critique by Dürrenmatt about the emerging detective novel genre where everything always works out.

The setting is in a Swiss town, 1950ish, and in the beginning the reader takes on the role of an author who meets a certain Dr. H who works for the police. They become friends and take a ride through the mountains. Upon taking a stop at a gas station, Dr. H introduces us to a seemingly old, smoking, alcohol-reeking man and a scruffy looking girl. The narrator is confused, asks who these people are, and back in the car, we learn that this is the former detective, no-one-escapes-me, super-brain Matthäi.

From that point on the narrator switches and we are now in a third person narrator perspective.

Matthäi is introduced again, this happening in the past, as a hard-working, clean, structured man who doesn’t smoke, drink or disobeys rules. No one really likes him in the office, but they value that he just so good at his job. But because he is so unapproachable, they want to sent him away to Jordan.

The week he was planning to travel there, a young girl is raped and then brutally murdered in a small town nearby. And because he is Mister Superbrain, he goes there to help investigate.

The other officers at the crime scene are (understandably) uncomfortable, they don’t want to talk to the family, or the people there in general. So Matthäi talks to everyone. He is a very calm, collected, cold man. So he meets with the family, tells them what happened to their daughter and is utterly, completely shocked when the mother just blankly stares in his face, and asks him to promise her to find the murderer of her daughter. He is shocked by the lack of emotion in this moment and sees himself in this cold visage of the mother. He promises her, just to get away from her as fast as possible, and drives back to be office.

I don’t want to spoil too much because this book is just so good, but oh my god

I’m in general a sucker for drastic changes in character or demeanor (hence why I liked The Visit so much as well) but his book takes everything to another level. They “plottwist” is so incredibly frustrating and nerve wraking to read, the perspective changes provide so much more depth.

And for the first time I finally read a really intricate, morally gray character.

Nr. 6 “Nathan der Weise-G. E. Lessing”

(Nathan the Wise)

This book was kinda eh. If I had so summarize it as fast as possible it would probably be “Religion and accidental incest”. It is about the three world religions and stereotypes between them, about genocide and also about stigmatization. It ends on a nice note, tho.

The only really remarkable passage of this book is the so-called “Ringparabel” in which Nathan answers to the question which religion is the real, big OG of them all. It is pretty nice and the symbolism is really fitting as well. The beginning of the book is incredibly boring but it does get better in the end. All in all not a total waste of time and money but nothing I would read again.

Nr. 7 “Die Leiden des jungen Werther- Goethe”

(The sorrows of young Werther)

Ah yes, no German class without Goethe. This book is written in a way that lets the reader really seep into Werthers emotion because it is written as a letter-novel. Werther is a young, nature-loving guy who (in the beginning of the book) is just really happy, go-lucky and over all nice. Then he meets Lotte, a young, pretty, smart and book-loving woman who is empathic to all those around her. He falls in love with her, despite knowing that she is literally engaged and about to marry. She knows he loves her, her fiance know he loves her and literally everyone knows he loves her and they are ok with it? I dunno. Werther has a severe Seasonal-affective-Disorder. He kinda makes it through the first winter after meeting Lotte but never really recovers, even during summer. In the second winter, he can’t take it anymore and he commits suicide.

I liked the book (not only because I can identify with the SAD). In the end we learn that Lotte isn’t as good as we originally think she is; She is actually really possessive of Werther and although she wants him to be happy, she doesn’t think anyone is good enough for him and thus he should just stay close to her. She enjoys the attention given by her husband, who is actually really nice and whom she does love, and by Werther who is utterly and completely obsessed with her.

Opinions on this book split 50/50 with my friends. Some of them think like me and they see the heart break and the desire to move on but ultimately, the way attraction is so so strong. Some other friends, more specifically my Help-with-Maths-Go-to-Guy hated this book with a burning passion. I can see why. The imagery is sometimes a tad too far-fetched and the wording is, in true Goethe-Fashion really hard to read and the sentences are kinda messed up as well.

But in the end it is still the book which opened the way for Goethe to be one of the greatest writers in Europe and I can see why.

Oh wow. This concludes all the books I read thus far. There will be definitely more to come next year and maybe I’ll do another post like this once I read some more.

I hope you enjoyed to read my thoughts and maybe felt inspired to look into one of these as well!

See you soon!

#books #german highschool #goethe #durrenmatt #my thoughts and opinions #we read more but these are the ones i recall best

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itsshortfurball20 · 5 years

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Percy Jackson, The Avenger

Summary: Percy has an encounter with Nick Fury. A year later, he’s being called on to help protect the world… again. He’s not alone in this Avengers Initiative. A genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist; a super soldier; a green scientist; a Norse god; and two secret agents. What could go wrong?

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4 – Jason but with More Hair and Norse

Percy refused to step foot on another plane. It was bad enough that he was already on the Helicarrier, but getting on another, and faster plane made him put his foot down. He really didn’t need to push his bad luck any further.

Agent Romanoff and Steve, now dressed in the red, white, and blue spandex outfit that Percy had seen in the packet with his shield, stood at the foot of a plane ramp. Percy stood twenty feet away, arguing with Fury.

“Listen,” Fury said. “We need you in Germany. Apprehending Loki is a top priority.”

“Sure thing. But I’m not getting on that plane. Or any other flying vehicle for that matter.”

“The quinjet is the fastest way to get to Stuttgart.”

Percy paused, thinking about something. “What if I could find another way to get there?”

“What do you have in mind?”

The demigod looked up at the sky. He wondered if he was making a good call before ultimately deciding that any decision was better than choosing a plane.

Percy gave his best whistle. The sound rang loud and clear. He gave four more whistles, causing several people to stop what they were doing to look at the demigod who was now patiently waiting, gazing towards the direction New York was in. Natasha and Steve watched curiously. About two minutes passed before a little spot appeared on the horizon. As it grew larger, Natasha and Steve thought it looked like a bird. A large bird.

It wasn’t until it was about a hundred yards away before they realized that it wasn’t a bird. Steve’s jaw went slack, watching the pegasus land on the deck next to Percy. Natasha, whose face was usually unreadable, had wide eye’s, watching the creature.

“Hey, Blackjack,” Percy said to his pegasus. “How’s it going?”

Yo boss! Who are all these freaky people with the guns?

“They’re allies.”

Fury recognized the pegasus from last year. “How fast will he be able to get you to Germany?”

Percy smiled. “Blackjack could probably keep up with your jet over there.”

Are we going to Germany boss? I heard the mares over there are fine.

“At least it's not donuts,” Percy muttered as he mounted Blackjack. “Alright buddy, just follow that jet right over there.” He pointed to where the ship Steve and Natasha had been on earlier was now powering up.

You got it boss. Mares, here I come.

\~*~/

Loki watched as the mortals scrambled around him. He dropped the spell that showed him in the mortal suit, letting it melt away to reveal his green and gold armor. The god felt a rush as the mortals ran from him, falling and screaming in their haste.

A siren sound grew loud, and a mortal contraption (car, Loki remembered) came speeding around the corner. Without breaking his stride, he shot his scepter at the car and continued on, not watching as the car flipped and exploded behind him.

A clone of him appeared in front of the crowd of people trying to escape. They scurried back away from him. “Kneel before me,” he ordered. More clones appeared, pushing the people into one area.

“I said, KNEEL!”

Everyone grew silent. As the people slowly started getting down on their knees, Loki grinned. “Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state?” The god spoke, slowly moving through the crowd. “It’s the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life’s joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel.”

“Not to men like you.”

Loki looked up. He found an elder man standing above the rest, refusing to kneel to him. “There are no men like me.” He told the man.

The elder man didn’t move. “There are always men like you.”

“Look to your elder, people.” He raised his scepter, charging it up. “Let him be an example.” The scepter glowed. Loki took his shot, an energy beam shooting out. Just before it hit the man, someone jumped in front of it.

The energy blast reflected back, hitting Loki and knocking his feet out from under him. He fell forward. Loki whipped his head up. Standing in front of the old man was a man he recognized.

“You know, the last time I was in Germany, and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing.” Captain America told Loki, walking towards him. As he talked, people in the crowd started standing up to catch a glimpse of the old hero.

Loki pushed himself up. “The soldier. A man out of time.”

There was a clattering sound behind him that reminded Loki of horses. Loki turned around. There indeed was a horse, wait—pegasus. And on top of the pegasus was a man in what Loki recognized as Greek armor. “Guess again, Maleficent.”

“Loki, drop the weapon and stand down.”

A large plane appeared out of the sky. A gun was pointed down at them, specifically at Loki. Quick as lightning, he shot a blast of energy at the jet. It swerved just in time, the blast just missing it.

Cap took the opportunity to throw his shield at Loki. People started scrambling out of the way as a fight erupted around them. Cap started throwing out punches while Percy slid off Blackjack and took out Riptide. Loki used the scepter as a staff. Cap went on the defense, using his shield to block his attacks. Percy jumped in, intercepting Loki’s hit.

The god looked up at him. Percy didn’t register the god’s look of contempt. He pushed with Riptide, knocking Loki back. With renewed vigor, the two clashed. Loki sent another blast at Percy, who jumped out of the way. Cap leaped back in. He threw his shield at Loki, who swatted it away. The god got a good hit in, bringing Captain America to his knees.

Loki put the tip of his scepter over the Captain’s helmet. “Kneel.”

“Not today!”

Captain America jumped back up, kicking Loki in the face. Loki staggered back. The Captain went back in for another kick. This time Loki grabbed his leg and flipped him over.

He landed on the ground in front of Percy, who was draining water from the nearby fountain. The demigod quickly thrust the water at the god. Percy tried to encase the god by freezing the water, but Loki was using his scepter to dislodge most of the water. The water was vaporizing as he tried to whack it away.

Loud rock music started blasting from the quinjet. Percy looked up in confusion, wondering what was going on. His eyes caught the human-shaped-missile-like object hurtling straight towards them. It landed near Percy. He realized that it was the same suit of armor that he’d seen from the packet.

The armor sent a blast from its palms, sending Loki flying back. Several smaller missiles popped from the shoulder. “Make your move, Reindeer Games.” The man in the suit of armor spoke. Loki slowly put his hands up in surrender, materializing his armor away. “Good move.”

“Mr. Stark.” Captain addressed the armored man.

“Captain.”

“Guy in armor.”

Stark turned to look at him. “Perseus, right?

“Just Percy.”

The Captain stepped forward, slapping a pair of SHIELD issued handcuffs on Loki. Not too far, Natasha was landing the plane for them to bring Loki on. Percy whistled once more. Blackjack came swooping out of the sky a minute later.

Are we leaving already boss? We just got here. I haven’t even gotten to meet anyone of the mares here yet.

“Sorry, buddy. We got to get Rudolph here back to the base. Maybe we can come back another time?”

It’s fine, boss. Let’s just get out of here. The pigeons here are super rude anyway. It’s like they’ve never seen a pegasus before.

The plane was loaded up. Percy mounted Blackjack, giving him a pat. “Alright buddy. You know what to do.”

\~*~/

They were only fifteen minutes into the trip back when things went wrong.

Blackjack was following the quinjet over a mountainside forest. The sky was already dark, but the black clouds closing in made it darker. Percy could hardly see anything around him. Even Blackjack, who he was on, blended into the sky in front of him.

When the lighting started, Percy jumped. He leaned in closer to Blackjack. “Fly lower,” he ordered. Looking up at the sky, the demigod wondered what he had done this time to deserve his uncle’s wrath.

Through the light provided from the rapid lighting, Percy saw something land on the quinjet. The plane rattled and a couple of seconds later, the ramp door was opening. Percy watched as the figure on top the quinjet quickly jumped onto the ramp. He disappeared inside. Percy leaned over, trying to figure out what was happening. The figure reappeared in a few seconds. They had Loki with them. Just as quickly as the strange figure had appeared, he had disappeared into the dark sky, taking their prisoner with them.

Whoa, boss. Who was that?

“Whoever it was, we need to follow them. They took Loki and we need him.” Blackjack turned around, heading in the direction the two had vanished.

Percy heard the sound of repulsors behind him. Stark flew out of the quinjet, also flying after Loki. The man sped up to reach Percy. He caught up fast, flying right along with Blackjack.

“Do you have any idea who that was?” Percy shouted, trying to be heard over the loud sounds of the repulsors.

“Loki seems to know him. Guy has a heavy hammer.”

Percy frowned. He didn’t know if the guy was kidding or not. But heavy hammers wouldn’t be the weirdest thing he's ever heard (or seen) of. “Hey, if you can fly ahead, go. I’ll catch up.”

“Gotcha, Lancelot.”

Stark pulled ahead. Percy and Blackjack were still going, but Percy could hear Blackjack’s exhaustion. The poor pegasus was breathing heavy. Percy immediately felt guilty for pushing his pegasus this far. As soon as they re-grouped, he would risk the quinjet so that Blackjack could rest for a while before flying back to New York.

With all the lightning, Percy was able to spot a figure on the side of one of the mountains. He saw the dark green leather that helped the tall man blend into the scenery around them, but not enough to hide him from the son of Poseidon.

Percy pointed at Loki. “Dive.”

Hold on.

Percy held onto Blackjack as the pegasus dove down. The wind whipped Percy’s hair back. When Blackjack got low enough, Percy jumped off the pegasus. He rolled on his landing, years of landing kicking in.

Loki looked at Percy disinterested. Percy recognized the look, having seen in on many gods and goddess’s faces, even on some of his old teacher’s faces. He recognized it as a look of I’m-more-superior-than-you-are. Percy had never liked seeing that condescending look, making him feel as if he wasn’t good enough.

He rose up. The demigod took out Riptide and pointed it at Loki’s throat. “Out for a night stroll?”

Loki rolled his eyes. He eyed the sword at his throat, before gently raising his hands. “This isn’t much of a stroll.”

Percy was about to retort when he heard what sounded like Stark’s cries and a tree crashing. He looked over at the forest in alarm, dropping Riptide.

“Oh, yes.” Loki pipped up. “My brother and your friend seem to be getting along quite nicely.”

Percy could see Stark firing up his suit and flying at the mysterious man who Percy could now see was wearing a red cape and had long blond hair. Out of the corner of his eye, Loki settled down on the rocks to watch the fight between the two. Percy debated staying or breaking up the fight, ultimately deciding that stopping the fight was more important.

“Stay here.”

“Wouldn’t dream of missing this,” Loki called.

Percy ignored him and jumped over the ledge. Unlike the time in California, Percy had no sled, just his feet to quickly push him down the steep mountainside. Bushes and small branches grabbed at his legs and arms, giving him tiny cuts that stung a little. He pushed aside a large tree branch before stumbling into the clearing that the two were using as their battle arena.

The demigod raised Riptide, ready to fight the strange man who reminded Percy of a big, muscly Goldilocks. “Hey,” Percy called out. “What is this?” He gestured to the area around them.

“He started it,” Stark said like a kindergartner.

Goldilocks glanced him over, taking note of his armor and sword. “You’re one of the Greek’s? This isn’t something you need worry about. I will take care of my brother.”

“Actually Goldilocks, he is.” Percy corrected. “So, if you don’t mind…” Percy lowered Riptide in a show of good faith. Stark hesitated, glancing between the two before lowering his arm. Goldilocks gripped his hammer tighter, but begrudgingly lowered his hand to his side.

It was only after Percy breathed a small sigh of relief that the man threw his hammer at the son of Poseidon.

The demigod jumped out of the way, while Stark raised his hand to blast Goldilocks. Percy pushed himself off the ground. Goldilocks was trying to block Stark’s energy blast with one huge hand. His other hand was out, like he was trying to grab an invisible weapon.

Behind Percy, the leaves rustled. Goldilocks’ hammer came flying out of the bushes. In a quick moment of impulse, Percy grabbed the flying hammer, thinking that he could stop Jason’s rip-off from getting it back.

The hammer didn’t even slow as it dragged the demigod behind it, trying not to scream at the suddenness of being weightless. Goldilocks had to move or otherwise he would have been rammed into by Percy who zoomed by him, ending up being dragged through the high bushes.

The hammer, and subsequently Percy, smashed into a large tree, ripping it straight out of the ground. Percy lost his grip on the strangely impossibly heavy hammer.

The son of Poseidon could only watch as the hammer flew back into Goldie’s waiting hand. Dark clouds gathered heavy above them, and a huge burst of lighting hit the hammer, similar to what Percy had seen Thalia and Jason do before. Goldie aimed the lightening at Stark. The man struggled against the lighting. Fear struck Percy’s heart, knowing exactly what electricity and a metal suit could do to someone. Percy watched as the lightning attack stopped and Stark seemed to stand still for a second.

If suits could grin, Percy thought that Tony’s suit would have at that moment. Three bright blue beams of energy shot from the suit all at once, hitting Goldie with enough force to send him back into the nearest tree. The two surged forward, forgetting about Percy. That was their mistake.

As hammer and suit clashed, Percy stood up, Riptide in hand. He watched as Stark carried Thor up into the sky, past the demigod’s reach. Percy, praying that his pegasus hadn’t gone far, gave a whistle.

Blackjack flew down, a couple of seconds later.

You called?

“Yeah. Follow those two.”

Percy swung his leg over Blackjack, and they were off.

The two of them caught up to the fighting duo just as Tony slammed Goldie into the mountainside, dragging him through the hard rock. Blackjack whinnied loudly as he was splattered with mud and splinters of wood.

Percy held on to Blackjack as the pegasus soared higher and higher to keep up with the two. The demigod could see Goldie putting up a fight. With a strong push, he shoved himself and Tony away from the mountainside. Percy had to grip Blackjack tighter as the pegasus made a sharp turn to avoid the two spiraling back to Earth.

Blackjack turned in time to avoid getting hit by the two men, but Percy’s sword was far out enough to cut Goldie’s arm as he flew by. The blond-haired man dropped Tony in surprise. He made a wild grab for Percy.

Goldie only managed to grab Blackjack’s leg, dragging the other two down with him. Percy fell off of Blackjack’s back and rammed into Goldie. The other man let go of Blackjack’s leg.

Once again, Percy struggled to cope with sudden weightlessness. He was too far up to make a safe landing, and Goldie was charging after him, catching up to his freefall speed rapidly.

Think, Percy, think!

As the ground grew ever closer, Percy could feel the familiar sensation of another pulse under his skin, beating rapidly.

Water.

Percy could sense the underground springs, ready for him to use. He turned away from Goldie, diving headfirst, arms arched above his head, into the ground, which erupted with a jet of water just in time to catch him.

Percy stood up, the water shooting past him and above him, slamming itself into Goldie as he continued his flight path. To his relief, Goldie was knocked off path, but his hammer wasn’t. The heavy item slammed into his chest, pinning him against the ground. He tried to roll, attempting to break free, but it was like having the weight of the sky pressing down on his chest. Percy was effectively immobilized. Thankfully, the feeling didn’t last long as Tony grabbed Goldie by the cape and chucked him clear across the forest.

Percy wasn’t entirely sure what happened next, as the hammer flew off his chest, and he was on his feet in an instant, following the sound of snapping trees.

Water followed him up the side of the mountain as he sprinted at full speed, ready to attack as soon as he was in sight.

This plan was foiled when Tony decided it was a good idea to go jetting across the ground. Percy was swept off his feet, but so was Goldie. Goldie summoned his hammer back, recovering first, just in time to be slammed into by a truly absurd amount of water. Percy didn’t know that mountains could hide so much water.

Tony slammed into Goldie as the water abated, pinning him to the ground. Percy stood, Riptide once again at his side, and pointed it at Goldie, keeping his distance. Goldie roared something imperceptible and threw Ironman off. He turned to Percy.

Sword met hammer, leaving Percy’s arms shaking as the reverberations ran through his body. Percy was strong, but he had nothing on this guy. Percy braced for another blow, ready to duck low and swing high when a familiar blue and red shield smashed into Goldie from the side.

“Hey!” Captain America stood tall across the clearing, perched in a tree. “Now, I don’t know what you plan on doing here.”

“I’ve come to put an end to Loki’s schemes!”

“Then prove it. Put the hammer down.” Steve sounded a little too fatherly there, and Percy saw something in Goldie’s jaw twitch. He dove forward, sword impacting Goldie’s armor, causing him to stumble.

“One minute, Greek.” And then he was off, flying towards Steve. Percy shouted a warning, and with a loud clang, the world exploded around him. Debris flew around his body, and he could feel the familiar trickle of blood running down his face from minor scratches. He knew he was bruised in other places, but his armor had taken the worst of it. When he could open his eyes again, Tony and Steve were staring at Goldie, who in turn was looking between the three of them.

“We done here?” Steve asked, shield still braced defensively.

Goldilocks, awestruck, nods. Percy let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Slowly, the group, though tension still high, managed to lower their weapons. Steve called for Loki, who had remained on his little perch through the entire fight, to be brought back. Above them, Percy could see the quinjet circling, waiting to land.

As Romanoff landed the plane and the group loaded up, Percy couldn’t help but glance at Loki. The son of Poseidon had lots of experience with bad guys, and almost all of them put up a fight or tried to escape.

So the fact that the green-clothed man didn’t made Percy’s stomach twist with anticipation. He wondered what he could possibly have planned for them.

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chicagocityofclans · 4 years

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Ellis Watts III→ Aldis Hodge → Jackal

→ Basic Information

Age: 99

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Born or Made: Born

Birthday: December 25th

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Religion: Christian

→ His Personality

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Head of Clan Jackal and City Planner

Scars: None

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: High end watches and Fast vehicles

Two Dislikes: Idle hands and People who ride their brakes

Two Fears: Failing at leading the Jackals and Heights

Two Hobbies: Boat Racing and Wine Making

Three Positive Traits: Responsible, Disciplined, Ambitious

Three Negative Traits: Work-Obsessed, Superficial, Stubborn

→ His Connections

Parent Names:

Sibling Names:

None

Children Names:

None.

Romantic Connections:

Platonic Connections:

Zack Harris (Best Friend): Zack is his most trusted confidante. They throw ideas around, playing with possibilities, before eventually bringing it to Sarah who helps make the idea possible.

Leon King (Friendly): Ellis knows of Leon through his work with the kids. He increased general activity and helped spearhead a childhood activity project that got kids moving.

Clara Fields (Fellow Council Member): Ellis doesn’t often talk to Clara, actually avoids it when he can, but they’ve known each other for a long time and he respects her work ethic.

Isaac Baker (Friend): Ellis has liked having Isaac on the council. He’s smart and isn’t weighed down by a century of baggage like the rest of them. They occasionally go to sports games together.

Nick Hamelin (Fellow Council Member): He and Nick are on good terms. The rats don’t invade any areas they shouldn’t and in return they don’t try to keep too much from them.

Amaria Crais (Work Associate): Amaria is the main liaison between the Cats and Jackals for the University project. He finds her much easier to deal with than Greer.

Hostile Connections:

Pets:

None

→ History

→ The Present

→ Available Gif Hunts (we do not own these)

Aldis Hodge [1][2][3][4]

#Ellis Watts #Aldis Hodge #Open #OM #OAS #OMAS #OMJ

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thathpheadcanongirl · 6 years

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Reckless (Romione One-Shot)

((So, now, I start my journey looking at Ron and Hermione a lot more. This story is set in 2014 or 2015. I’ve been writing my own version of the Cursed Child because I didn’t like that there wasn’t really enough of the Golden Generation lol! I won’t get into too much detail on this post, but Hermione has been working with Harry on a very top secret mission regarding a potential threat to the Wizarding World. In doing so, she has been engrossed in the case and spending less time with her family. Ron notices a shift in her focus, and usually he can bring her back down to Earth, but it’s been getting next to impossible by this point. I was in a real angsty mood writing this, and I thought I’d share lol!))

She was proud. And excited. And nervous. And quite terrified.

Her efforts to eradicate the old laws constricting the liberties of all magical creatures were finally taking effect. And finally, something in the papers about the Golden Trio that was worth talking about. Hermione Granger’s dissertation, Magic for All, was so compelling that it was transcribed into a book. She was asked to go to Flourish and Blott’s to celebrate her being on the Best Seller’s list for three consecutive months back in 2010. She saved the article and the photograph that came with it: Ron kissing her on the cheek with a proud arm around her.

While completing that, she was also working on updating the Muggle Relation laws. She and Percy fought the Wizengamot diligently for years on this touchy subject. Their platform was to make it easier for Muggleborns and Muggle relatives of magical families to access the Wizarding World. Eventually, they thought it was a lost cause, until Hermione published her second book, Muggle This, Muggle That, from her lengthy paper back in 2003.

Publishing her book could have jeopardized her career, knowing that it was an unpopular opinion. Ron was there for her when she was afraid that her efforts were all for naught because of a possible reckless decision. He supported it. He supported her.

And when it was received with high acclaim in 2014, Ron was by her side to celebrate her accomplishment. They and their children were in the paper then. Rose looked absolutely in her element, with her toothy grin and “accidental” posing. Hugo clung onto Ron’s hand, a small, confused smile upon his face.

But this was different.

Hermione had a press conference in three hours. She had a decision to make. But she didn’t want to do it alone.

“Hey, love,” Ron greeted her from her door. Hermione was grateful for Ron’s lunch breaks, but not today. “Ethel just let me in. Helps that I made her a sandwich as well.”

He kissed her on top of her head and plopped down on the other side of her desk.

“I’m sorry, Ron, I’m really busy…”

Ron took a bite of his sandwich. “I see that,” he replied sarcastically.

“Where are the kids?”

“Both at Mum and Dad’s.”

Hermione nodded. She started to ruffle the papers on her desk, but Ron stopped her with his free hand. His face was full of concern.

“I haven’t seen you in days,” he said seriously. “The kids barely see you. I know you’re busy, but if something is wrong, you can tell me.”

She considered him, and then glanced at the clock. She was losing time.

She began stacking her papers once more rather hurriedly this time. “I’m telling you I’m extremely busy.”

“Fine,” he said crossly, leaning back in his seat. “I’ll wait. Some more.”

“I know you’re upset,” she began. Her heart was pounding. She needed to make a decision soon. “But I have a conference.”

“You’ve skipped conferences before.”

“This is different, and I can’t have you here right now.”

“Why not?”

“You’re stressing me out!” She was on the brink of a panic attack and they both knew it. Ron immediately stood up and jumped over to his wife’s side.

“Hey,” he whispered, holding her close. “Breathe, love. Just breathe.”

Hermione did as she was told. As her breathing slowed, her mind cleared. But there was still a pain in her chest that she couldn’t quite shake. Ron had been there for everything. And they’ve always talked about what would happen if Hermione became Minister of Magic. At the time, it was just a “what if” situation. But now, this was a very real possibility.

Breathing under control, she braved through an inevitable conversation. “What if I became Minister?”

Ron sighed. “We don’t have to play this game again,” he said softly. He sat her down in her chair while he took to the side of her desk. “I know how much that scares you.”

“Please, can you humor me?” Hermione searched his eyes desperately.

He disliked when she got this way: she’d think up these scenarios and they’d argue them, just in case these opportunities became a reality. But to Hermione, it was easier. They’d already have an answer to something that wasn’t an opportunity yet. He remembers the Minister of Magic argument very well, as it lasted for about a week. Afterwards, they had come to the conclusion that it would be best if Hermione declined the offer. Against his better judgment, he opened up the wound again.

“It’s a magnificent opportunity, we’ve already established that.”

Hermione nodded, biting the inside of her lip in thought.

He continued. “But the workload would be far too much. Rosie and Hugh miss you after a few days now. Just imagine how they’d feel if your gone for weeks on end.”

“You’ve done the same,” she robotically argued back. “When you were an Auror, going on missions all the time.”

“But, as you recall, I quit when they were very young. So I could take care of them full time while you took your promotion.”

“You make it seem like I never took care of them.”

“Off track,” Ron said sternly, getting red all the same. “Stay on track.”

Hermione took a deep breath and changed her rebuttal. “The severance is substantial. Rosie and Hugh would have full benefits-”

Ron laughed, “Like more than they have now? Hermione, the only benefit to you being Minister is that England will be ruled under a reliable, headstrong, brilliant witch. Screw everything else that comes with it. We both know the kids already have enough money inherited for their own kids!” He leaned in, and Hermione began to feel tears forming. “Family comes first. That’s always been the rule.”

“But what if I’m doing this for my family?” Her tears fell freely now.

Ron stood up slowly, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. “What if you are doing this…?”

“I really don’t want to fight about this-”

“Clearly you do,” he said, rounding on her. “Why else would we be having this conversation for the hundredth time this month?”

Hermione gained some strength to retort. “I’m just running for office,” she reasoned, stroking Ron’s biceps. “There’s no guarantee that I would be Minister.”

Ron smiled sadly at his wife’s chance at affection. “We both know you’ll get it,” he whispered.

Her heart dropped. “I won’t do it if you say no.”

And now, Ron was full of dark laughter. “I have said no. You have said no. If you wanted to run for Minister, you should have just been honest with me from the beginning.”

They stood there, both looking at each other in defeat. How did they get on opposite sides of her office so quickly?

Hermione glanced at the clock, fear creeping over her again. She sat back down in her chair, closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. After taking another deep breath, she opened up the sandwich Ron had made her. It tasted like home, and love, and care. And she took it for granted.

“I’m sorry for not being honest with you,” she admitted. “You don’t deserve that.”

Ron took her apology as a sign that it was safe to resume his original seat. He also took a bite of his sandwich. They ate in silence for a while.

“How much longer do you have?” Ron asked.

Hermione’s eyes found the clock again. “About two hours.”

The defeat in Ron’s posture was heartbreaking. “In some ways,” he said, looking into her eyes yet again. “I always knew you’d do it anyway.”

They smiled, but it was painful, strained.

And they talked the rest of those two hours as if nothing was wrong. Hermione wasn’t about to have a press conference confirming or denying her running for Minister of Magic. Ron wasn’t going to tell Rose and Hugo that their Mum has to be at work just a little while longer, and have to see their disappointed faces. It was all light and jovial and amicable. They talked about nothing of importance, making sure not to make passive aggressive remarks.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Percy came in, clipboard in hand.

“Oh, Ronald, thank goodness you’re here,” he said. He surveyed him up and down. “You’re going to wear that?”

“Perce-”

But Percy ignored him and walked over to Hermione. “It’ll have to do. We don’t have much time.” He handed the clipboard over to Hermione, who signed it swiftly, wiping crumbs off of her face.

Percy took the clipboard back and clapped his hands together. “Alright,” he smiled. “Ready?”

The pair followed Percy out of Hermione’s department, onto the elevator, and closer to a huge room full of reporters. Before they reached the room, Ron pulled Hermione aside.

“Deep breaths,” he said calmly, although his eyes remained unfeeling. “You can do this.”

Hermione nodded. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

“Quickly, you two!” Percy’s voice rang.

It’s now or never…

Ron followed his wife onto a small stage with a single podium. Lights flashed immediately as reporters called out both of their names.

Hermione grabbed both sides of the podium and thought, for a millisecond, of what would happen if she decided not to take the job? Would her credibility be tarnished? Would people not think of her as a leader? Would she settle for a job that she’s already topped?

It’s always been her dream to be Minister, even if she never admitted it to anyone. She knew she could do it. She has proven herself worthy of the position time and time again, even when she was a teenager fighting Voldemort. She could help Harry out more with this blasted case that’s been keeping her away from her family. And if everything goes to plan, she’d be a hero to many and she’d be able to spend much needed time with her children.

But then, what would happen if she did take the job? Would she miss Hugo’s first bits of magic? Would she have to skip Rosie’s first day at school? Would she have to pass on the Quidditch World Cup Final that Ginny had given everyone tickets for? Would her marriage hang in the balance?

No. She could never let that happen.

“Hello, everyone. Thank you all for coming here today.” Her hands shook as her decision became more and more concrete in her mind. “I have been working. Although, when have I not been working?” Some of the reporters chuckled. “But I have been working very hard for equality within our world. I have established a pay rate for House Elves, implemented an initiative to stop wizards and witches from hunting magical creatures for sport, and now, the laws separating us and the Muggle community are being updated as I speak. I have done a lot for our community. And would love to continue my service the best ways possible.” She paused only for a second, preparing for the worst that was yet to come. “I am Hermione Granger, and I am running for Minister of Magic.”

Applause, camera lights, and shouting came from the congregation of reporters below. This should have felt better. This was everything Hermione had ever wanted. And yet, the only person she wanted to make happy was currently behind her, not happy. He didn’t place his arm around her proudly. He didn’t kiss her cheek. Her children were not there.

But she was proud. And excited. And nervous. And quite terrified.

END

#romione #Ron Weasley #Hermione Granger #Harry Potter #Ministry of Magic #reckless #hp fanfiction #rose granger-weasley #hugo granger-weasley #percy weasley

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dannissa13 · 6 years

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Shut up and drive

Here is the version for reading on Tumblr. Enjoy.

Things change and life goes by but sometimes meeting the right person can turn everything upside down. Rich boy and his driver find each other and shenanigans ensue. Love, sex, drugs, drag queens and one crazy aunt are on our heroes path. Will they? Yes! Won’t they? Maybe.

He was never a person to hate his job, nothing was able to break his spirit, not even years of police academy training and that subsequent gross termination from the force, huge drug scandal he had gotten himself into like a complete moron. But shit just kept getting weirder and weirder as years went by. And as far as he knew this one promised to be the most difficult and shitty of all. Driving some wealthy prick around who’s barely legal to drive himself, and probably getting him outta trouble over and over again. Promised payment was good though, the first time in forever he’d have extra money after paying for everything and living on a budget won’t be a problem anymore. Is it worth all the trouble in the end - he’ll see.

He cursed his mother’s “exquisite” taste not once or twice in his life, both adult and not because when it came to picking a name for him she really pulled a good one on everybody. Choosing the fancy “Percival” over hundreds of others, she might have been blinded by vanity or trying too much to look like a rich lady but ended up screwing said Percival’s childhood in a big way. He didn’t blame her, not in the slightest. People have whims, and Mum was always drawn to extravagance. He sighed. All this recalling of the past didn’t help his cause, especially not today, on his first day of a new job. He had a few before, random and scattered in amounts of income and trouble he had to go through to complete given tasks but this type of thing was entirely new. After getting kicked out of the police, when he was still young and ambitious, trying to do the right thing, speak up in the situation he then deemed wrong, life gave him not even lemons, it gave him nothing. So, after piecing together what’s had left of his dignity he went on to do anything to keep himself afloat.

And now he’s supposed to just sit here, smoking, even though the new contract specifically forbids him from doing so in client’s car, waiting for said silver spoon fed, spoiled, rich kid, he read so much about in spare time before work started. Heir to the richest family in this goddamn city, lucky little bastard, had his fair share of fun in early days, before the “tragic and sudden death” of his parents, “poor thing, orphaned at such a young age”. Newspapers were full of ripe headlines when that happened, pouring more and more pointless condolences towards the kid and his new caregiver, boy’s aunt, a conservative politician with two daughters of her own. Now a senator, the woman held everyone in an iron fist, especially her children, but the rotten brat was still kicking, fits of his “heroic” benders almost a stuff of legends. That’s why Percy was here - not really a bodyguard, but close. Legally bound from actually disclosing true nature of his work to the client but obligated to take care of him and make sure “no one gets into trouble”. They’ve hired a wrong guy for this. Percy grinned. This is going to be interesting.

The mansion he had parked next to was glorious, all marble, columns, and statues, ivory colored facade with huge windows, in some overly fancy style the name of which he could never remember, with gargantuan wooden front doors adorned in ornate metalwork, polished so well you could see yourself in it. The definition of luxury, over-the-top wealth, and a bit tacky for his own taste. Something more modern would look so much better. There was more to estate than just the main building - opulent looking glass arboretum full of exotic flowers, a pool, the size of a small lake, servant’s shed, guest house, a parking garage, tennis court, and a huge field of perfectly manicured grass lawn, surrounded by high hedge fence, enclosed in a real, stone fence, with gates, guards, dogs and cameras. What did he get himself into this time around?

Last drag of the cigarette burned tips of his fingers and next one was in his mouth even before he could consciously think about pulling it out of the pack. Waiting sucked, chainsmoking was bad for him, but so was the unbearable boredom of simply sitting on his ass and Percy knew so much more of this would come later. The first thing he’ll buy gonna be a smartphone, maybe even the fancy one. Finally, something good will come from working for rich assholes.

Huge doors of the mansion flew open with a bang that startled birds on all of the surrounding trees and made Percy jump a little. With that noise came others, even less pleasant sounds - people were loudly and angrily fighting on a subject matter that wasn’t new at all for both of them. Yelling insults at each other, two voices Graves couldn’t identify were getting louder and a fight was coming to an end. With triumphant “Leave me the fuck alone and get the fuck out of my business!” tall and slim figure, dressed in all black slammed the doors shut and marched towards the car with a focused determination of a very pissed off person.

After taking a closer look of the cloud of black angry angst heading his direction, Percy realized that he got royally screwed over - this was his client and now he was supposed to deal with an attitude like that. This better pay off, because Lord above know Graves needs a stable job now more than ever, but if this little shit would try something like that with him, Percival definitely can’t guarantee politeness and flexibility around problems. Ain’t nobody got time for that.

When only a few steps separated them boy stopped, still not looking at Graves, sighed deeply and then, like a magic trick, untensed and unfurled, like dropping an act or changing a mask. This sudden metamorphosis was a bit creepy, to say the least, but seemed genuine, like something he was doing not for the first time. A new smile lights up the young fresh face and shining eyes were on Percy, studying him up and down. After waiving his hand lightly kid greeted him

- “Hi. You must be my new driver, right?”

- “Hello. Yes, I think I am exactly that.”

- “I’m so terribly sorry for what you just had to witness. My aunt and I have way too different points of view and our outlooks on life certainly collide from time to time. I promise you I’m way more well mannered with people who I don’t personally disdain.”

- “Okay, I’ll remember to not get on your bad side then.”

- “And we’ll have a grand ole time. Speaking of manners, I’ve completely forgotten mine. I’m Credence, Credence Barebone, nice to meet you. Yes, yes, I know what you’re thinking - what in the hell kind of name is that. Truth is, my parents were not only rich but also weird. I know, right, eccentric wealthy people calling their spawn an unusual name. Who calls their child something so bizarre in the twenty-first century, ha?”

- “You are not the only one wondering about that. Percival Graves at your service.”

He did a joke curtsy, flourish and a bow. The young man chuckled.

- “Nice to meet you, Mister Graves. We’ll definitely find a common ground, with names like that.”

- “Just Percival, please. I don’t really like being a “Mister”, makes me think about my age quite a lot.”

- “Then you should call me by my name too. Just Credence, no misters here either.”

- “It’s a deal!”

Kid grinned and shook Percy’s hand vigorously, maybe too excited for his own good. Thankfully this all went smoothly and this Credence wasn’t such a stuck up dick Graves imagined him to be after all. That’s a win in his book one hundred percent.

The boy climbed into the backseat of the car and Percy sat behind the wheel. It was action time, finally. After fastening his seatbelt and fixing rear view mirror Graves started the engine and slowly drove to the mansion’s main gate. Before leaving the grounds completely he turned to a kid and firmly insisted

- “Belt. I won’t go around with my passenger not following the safety rules.”

- “Alright, alright, I’ll buckle up. But only for you.”

Wait, was that a wink? Is this little bastard is flirting or something?

And they went to the city. The ride wasn’t really that long and Percy always found the radio to be boring and somewhat annoying so they drove in near silence and there was a comforting quality to that. Credence looked at the window, forehead pressed against the glass, seemingly so deep inside his thoughts he won’t be able to support any meaningful conversation even if he’d tried to. Graves didn’t mind though. They both were just enjoying the view.

When the destination was close his passenger left trancelike state of overthinking something and spoke

- “It has GPS, you know?”

- “What does?”

- “The car. Tablet and a mount for it are probably both in a glove compartment somewhere. At least they were the last time, but I don’t think that previous guy could have stolen it. Our security is really vigilante.”

Percival laughed softly

- “Well, thanks for the heads up, now I’ve changed my mind about stealing all of your earthly possessions and getting easy money. I’ll have to earn them the old fashioned way - by honesty working my ass off.”

- “You better do that. Where else I’ll find such a charmer with a sense of humor matching mine.”

- “You won’t be able to, I’m unique in that, even my brother doesn’t get my jokes half of the time.”

- “What to say about mine, then? Aunt Mary thinks I’m an asshole for trying to prank her so many times. But let’s be honest, she’s kind walked into some of those herself, I just tweaked the stuff a little bit.”

This version of Credence he definitely liked more, not the yelling angsty one from the morning encounter. Hopefully, he’ll continue to be more like this and this endeavor will be fruitful.

*A few weeks later*

He’s nice, this kid. Polite, sweet, caring, great sense of humor, huge personality, charisma, and charm just roll off him in waves but there is something about him that’s wrong. Percy is not able to pinpoint what’s exactly going on with the boy, but he knew trouble when he saw it. Credence was hiding from something and said something haunted him day and night. Yes, on a surface level everything seemed okay, all smiles and laughter, but at times, you could see the real boy, that emptiness behind his eyes, that dark despair in his actions, that unbearable desire to just run away from all of it. Kid acted out on those urges constantly - Percival knew all too well the tendencies of self-destructive behavior.

They met a few times a week and Graves drove him around to a plethora of different places - business meetings, lunches, social events, huge shopping malls and clubs, restaurants - you name it. Kid seemed to be fine, not really getting in trouble, except a few small ones, like drinking himself silly on some occasions or going out somewhere high as fuck, but mostly things went smoothly.

This day promised to be no different - drive him to a club, pick him up later, go through the closest drive-thru and get greasiest, grossest fast food, chow down on it and bring the kid back home. Easy-peasy, right? He’ll have some free time with Credence is partying and a meal afterward, pretty sweet deal.

Pulling up to some hot spot, all flashy lights and blaring music, security guards with stone faces, huge bulky dudes that can knock anyone out with just one punch, guest list, overpriced drinks and a crowd both out and in the facility - yeah, not surprising at all, boy loves places like this, Percy climbs out of the car and opens a door for his passenger, who is already a bit high on weed after pregaming with his pals.

Kid stretches his long limbs before getting out and shoots Graves an interesting look, half sided smirk indicating that he’s up to no good. Oh, that is a familiar expression, mischief written over his features in big bold letters. This deserves a sigh. What is he planning and what kind of problems they will get into? The boy starts talking which makes everything clear - two places in a list for only one person because his friend flaked out and it would be such a pity to let so much money go to waste.

- “Cmon, let’s go in! Better than just sit there and wait for me like a dog. It’ll be fun! You should have more fun, with me!”

Kid is basically whining all while pulling at his sleeve. Graves sighs again and reluctantly agrees.

- “Okay, okay, please leave my arm alone. I’ll go with you, but promise you’ll behave. It’s important.”

- “Whatever you say, daddy!”

- “Don’t call me that, goddamnit. I’m old, yeah, but not that old.”

Percival locks the car and puts on the alarm, only then following Credence, who’s long gone, chatting up the guy with a tablet in hand, talking about the guest list. The ease of getting into a party when you are loaded is fascinating. Securities part and tablet guy leads the way, into the small dark hallway leading up to even darker but bigger room. Some EDM is playing, crowd jumps up and down under the strobing lights and lasers, the smoke machine works it’s hardest and there even bubbles in the air. Well, that’s definitely overdoing it.

There is a bar with some stools but otherwise seating space is scarce, leathery couches beside the walls are jam-packed some people even sitting on a floor next to them. Credence says, more like yells to overpower the music, that he’s going to go say hello to a party’s host, whose birthday it is and he’ll be back soon. Percival signals to the bar and to his best abilities pantomimes that he’ll wait there, sitting his behind onto the first free space available. Bartender gestures to a gloving menu with rather inventive cocktail names, all of which are overpriced for the amount of booze they’re containing. Graves points to a water and gets a shrug and a glass of it with ice a little lemon and a straw, how fancy.

The place is loud, as he’d expected, flaring lights and all that smoke obscure the vision, his water is more expensive than a good meal and people surrounding him are superficial, stupid and shallow. Maybe coming inside wasn’t such a good idea. Getting a headache isn’t a priority right now. Time is put on hold, so he drifts away to his thoughts and goes through a few of the waters while waiting.

Boy jumps on him unexpectedly, long arms snaking around Percy’s chest, warm breathing on the back of his neck.

- “I’m back, darling! Are you having a good time without me?”

He’s happy, aloof and cheery. That means uppers, but not a lot of ‘em. Credence is rubbing his cheek into Graves’s, skin a little damp, eyes shining in the dark, irises are blown out and blush strong. Not the worst feeling, to be honest.

- “Not really. Are you ready to go? It’s kinda late.”

Kid starts to whine, pouting and dragging his voice

- “No, I wanna stay! We haven’t danced yet! I want a drink! My friends are still here!”

- “A drink you can have, but we’re going afterward, you’ve had enough for one night.”

Most of the people are actually left, maybe some of the aforementioned friends too, but boy was high and overly excited.

- “Give me Red Bull Vodka! And my friend’s gonna have it too!”

- “No, I’m not going to. Driving, remember?”

Another pout. This is kinda endearing but mostly annoying.

- “Then I’ll drink both! Maybe some E-s to go faster? We’ll come home in no time!”

So amphetamines it is. Goddamnit, this is going to be a disaster.

- “No. Sorry, kiddo, I always ride sober.”

- “Is that a challenge?”

- “No, that’s the way of living a long life with as little bones broken in the car crashes as possible.”

Credence looks like he’s going to cry. Lucky the liquor comes and boy downs it like water, one after the other, grabs Percy’s wrist and marches towards the exit in almost a straight line. When the doors of the establishment are in the view and fresh air is only a step away, kid stops fully, turns around and slams Graves into the wall full force, lips suddenly on his, soft mouth half open, running long fingers through man’s hair. He is taller, not by much, yet it’s noticeable. Percival has no idea how to react to that but it ends as quickly as it’s started. Whispering so close to his face that every breath tickles the skin, Credence explains

- “My petty ex, sorry for that. If he would have seen me here he would’ve told my aunt. I’m not supposed to be in this place. You were my only chance for cover.”

- “Understandable. Let’s go home before some other tattletale asshole recognizes you.”

A brisk walk in chilly night air almost erases the feeling of damp warmth from Graves’s lips although memory will be there forever. He has to hold the stumbling boy upright, latter crushing hard after adrenaline wave faded off. Laying him down is a hard piece of work, lanky limbs tangling and body not cooperating whatsoever. He’s conscious thought, able to speak, think and assert his will. Also for somebody who’s both high and drunk Credence is very talkative

- “You know what we should do? Shrooms! Like, right now. I know a guy, he’ll hook us up. It’s less than a twenty-minute drive from here, let’s go!”

- “This is a bad idea. I’m not taking you there.”

- “But I wanna be fucked up! Really fucked up, tripping balls. Aunt Mary will be so pissed anyways so I might just get the best of it and spend her rant watching rainbows riding each other.”

- “You are already fucked up enough and gonna feel like shit tomorrow’s morning, trust me.”

- “Who gives a damn about tomorrow? It’s not gonna be my problem, I’ll be out cold.”

- “And afterward, you’ll vomit all over the place, cry and wish to be dead.”

- “Yeah, that’s exactly how you know you had a good time last night.”

- “Sounds good when you are in the moment, but I know from experience how actually disgusting you’ll feel. Been there, done that, doesn’t recommend this to anyone.”

Kid laughs that stares in disbelief

- “You did some? Really? Don’t seem like a person who would, exactly, all adult and boring, no offense.”

- “I did. Stopped after that garbage wrecked my life. You should too before it’s too late.”

- “It’s already too late. She won’t let me live in peace or live at all, that’s probably my last years so I wanna go out with a bang!”

What is he talking about?

- “Care to elaborate, maybe?”

- “My parents. I think you know what I’m talking about.”

Yeah, that. Fuck, this is not a territory Graves wanted to thread even if he could manage to be careful and respectful.

- “Yes, I’m sorry. I’ve read about the tragedy.”

- “Oh, you most definitely had, it was all over the news: “Courageous senator takes the orphaned nephew, the only heir to the combined wealth of his parents, under her wing, giving him a new home and two sisters to play with.” I’m sure, Ma’s and Pa’s money wasn’t the main reason. She’s my actual aunt, of course, on the father’s side, his younger sister, mother had no real family that I know of, but as much as Pa was rich she was smart. They made an excellent business duo, the Investor, and the Inventor. Father’s money quadrupled in the first two years of their marriage. Match made in Heaven, people said. Aunt Mary wasn’t convinced though. She always thought my mom wasn’t trustworthy. When I was little, I’ve heard them fight, my parents and her, and, for a few months though my mother was a witch, because of my aunt’s words. Only after I’ve become a little older I understood that she used the different word, the one that starts with the “b”. She probably hated them both, her brother for being older and inheriting all of the money and my mom, for taking the control of my dad over, being an intruder, an outsider. She took his last name, she named me according to a family tradition but that wasn’t enough. For those five years, I’ve spent in her house, living alongside their family the only thing I’ve dreamed of is to get out as soon as I can. No, she never did anything bad to me per say, but she’d never hesitated with the reminders of her kindness.”

That was a truth bomb of a century. Damn, this kid is screwed. Percival has no idea what to say or how to handle this and the rest of the ride is grim and silent. They arrived at the mansion somewhere between late night and early morning, when everything is dead asleep and sun isn’t even thinking about rising, only living souls not in their beds are last security shift, who lets them through the gates. Credence is still silent, seemingly upset with Graves’s lack of tact and discretion around the painful subject but Percy still has no idea what to say

- “Listen, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. It’s not like I don’t give a shit, I just don’t know how to say this. So yeah, sorry.”

- “I’m okay. Good night. I’ll call you when I need your services.”

Oh, that was cold. Boy disappears inside the house and from his life for a little. There is no calls or texts on his new phone, only some bits and pieces from servants group chat about Lady being angry and grounding the kid. Chief of guard spills a little more, telling that Credence got a big whooping and recovering from that, which doesn’t sound right. The situation is shitty from every perspective.

Percival comes by the servants quarters once in awhile trying to get any news, making friends with everyone who can tell him anything useful but people are definitely scared of the Lady Mary whom Graves haven’t seen yet. Who even has servants and calls herself Lady these days, good God.

Everything goes back to normal suddenly, much like it went south before. He wakes up one morning to a phone call and comes to pick up Credence like nothing’s happened. Boy definitely hides something but after the last time, Percy’s not touching this with a ten foot pole. This is not his problem.

*Two months later*

Their next outing is to another club in Brooklyn, how predictable now. When they went to gay clubs it was in the low and never to the same ones. Well, this tactic was working in their favor for now.

Boy always asked not to wait for him in front of a building, for hours on end, and to pick him up after he’d texted. That worked out for them both. Killing time isn’t that hard and there are some coffee shops to hang out in and maybe hit on cute baristas, or just read something like an actual person. Nightlife isn’t for him no more.

Text he receives is pretty concise

“Wait for me outside in ten minutes. Don’t come out.”

Okay, it’s working time. Parking near the club’s well-lit entrance Percival checks his watch - one minute left, good job, and prepares to wait some more.The person approaching the car is definitely not who Percy was expecting. Long lean legs in some kind of designer shoes, heels high and soles blood red, shiny skimpy skirt, he wasn’t sure of the material but it looked like a translucent leathery condom, so probably latex, and a top, made of the same thing over a small, almost nonexistent bosom, covered with a contraption made entirely out of thin straps and metal rings, like a cage snugly fitted over the stranger’s upper body, fingerless gloves and a small hat on top of huge mane of raven hair - the whole getup is black, see through and scandalous. Nice.

This wasn’t a first time he drove some of the Credence’s friends around, part of them young, pretty and kinda stupid socialites, fun, drunk and a bit petty, part - weirdos, bohemian fancy fucks who were high on some shit, yelled nonsense and asked dumb questions. This one was probably both, beautiful and weird so ride promised to be a handful. Maybe boy’s aunt will finally leave him alone about getting a girlfriend when he shows up with this one here, but probably bringing home the lady, who’s dressed like an expensive fetish prostitute will result in even more scrutiny.

The girl opens a car door and not really that gracefully plops herself in the backseat. For such a young woman she’s wearing quite a lot of makeup, features dark but skin so pale it was almost white. He hadn’t expected her to start undressing either. Was this some sort of prank, or did Credence actually ordered him a hooker?

Her long red nails went first, one by one as she presses fingertips to them and watches colored plastic fly away. Next to go were gloves, then the hat, shoes and the leather body holster. She wasn’t looking at him at all, minding her own business and Percival was a little confused, to say the least. When the skirt and the top started to come off he decided to take the situation into his own hands.

- “Hi, there! I have a quick question if you don’t mind: what in the actual fuck are you doing and who are you for God’s sake? Why are you almost naked in a stranger’s car?!”

- “What are you talking about, Percy? You definitely know me, c’mon.”

With those words, the last pieces of clothing were gone revealing smooth pale skin, complete absence of breasts and shiny tape covering the genitals. Wig went off, cap too, and there was Credence in just ridiculous amount of makeup staring back at him.

- “Wait, are you secretly a drag queen?”

- “No, actually, but some of my friends are. It was a themed night and I’ve decided to try it. On a more important note, though l didn’t pin you as a type who’s aware of gay culture, you know.”

- “We all got our secrets.”

- “Now I’m interested. Spill it!”

- “Ugh, okay. I had a different life before rehab and met people from different places. Is that enough information?”

- “Of course not! But I’ll wait until you’ll be ready to talk more.”

This kid. Rummaging through a purse he whips out a package of wet wipes and starts rubbing his face, peeling lashes off and smearing black and red all over. That’s a mess. The whole packet is barely enough to remove everything and boy’s skin looks inflamed, some lipstick residue left behind. When it’s time to peel the tape of his junk Credence shoots Percy a sharp look which makes the man averted his gaze to the road ahead, glancing in interest while kiddo shimmies tight jeans on up to the knees and rips sticky bonds with a hiss. Going commando is brave idea after all of that. After putting the t-shirt on boy leaves the car to return borrowed garments to a tall tanned queen waiting him out. They chat for a little, painted blonde bursts into laughter a few times while looking at Percy and then back to the kid. That little shit. They hug before parting and then she waves you both goodbye as the car drives away.

Credence is surprisingly timid now, trying not to look in Percival’s general direction and twirling his fingers, fidgeting in his seat, checking the belt and doing all the stuff people usually do when they’re worried.

- “What’s wrong? You’re kinda jittery, kiddo.”

He freezes completely with a look on his face of a bunny who just saw a snake unhinge its jaws to devour him. Truth comes out of him in a few minutes, almost a whisper

- “Can you keep a secret? This secret. Please. She’ll freak the fuck out if I show up looking like I was before. And I couldn’t do it inside. Please don’t rat me out.”

- “I won’t. Also, why should I? Nothing good will come of it if I do that.”

- “It’s just I can’t trust anyone my aunt hires. She makes them spy on me and tell her everything. There’s no one inside that house to support me.”

- “Your aunt didn’t hire me, main security guy did. And I’m not from your house, right. This is safe with me.”

Credence’s voice is soft and it sounds like he’s sobbing

- “Thank you. I’m sorry I’ve acted like ass before. I’m such a dick to you.”

- “Stop it. It’s okay. Let’s get food and go home. What would you fancy this time of evening.”

He is laughing now and it’s so much better seeing him smile than cry.

- “Taco Bell! Let diarrhea come, I’m ready.”

Now both chucking, they go into the drive-thru and eat tacos in the night. It’s the most peaceful after party in Percival’s memory. When he drops the boy off latter still smiles and that’s warming man’s heart to the very bottom.

*Next week*

Past several days are packed to the brim with activities, meetings, and plans. Kid’s birthday is coming and he is busy as ever. One night that he gets off, after supervising all the preparations, is the night of fun for him and a horror show for Graves. They go to some friend’s house, then to a liquor store, then to another friend to pick up five people - it’s insane. When the gaggle of tipsy youngsters finally get off at the destination he asks the boy to stay for a little

- “Hey. Be safe there, okay. Don’t do anything stupid.”

- “Yes, daddy. Can I go now?”

- “Oh God, don’t call me that. But in all seriousness, keep yourself in check. And one more thing. Credence, please, stay out of trouble this time around.”

- “Aww, you really care about me”

- “Somebody has to, you know.”

- “Alright, okay, I promise I’ll try my best. Bye-bye, I’ll text you.”

He blows a kiss a runs off into the crowd. That deserves a deep sigh. After the few hours of mindless driving and visiting numerous cafes for a cup of coffee Percival finally hears the phone chime. Text appears on the screen

“Pick me up.”

He pays quickly and rushes out of the building, while chiming resumes, one text after another

“I’m outside”

“Take me home”

“Now”

“Percy, I don’t feel so good”

“Please come and get me”

Fuck, what did the kid do? Graves speeds up, ignoring few road signs to be there for the boy as soon as he can. It’s a record time, but he could have been arrested for reckless driving. When Percival pulls up to a club Credence is nowhere to be seen. Shit. He’s trying to find the kiddo behind the building, in the alley where people smoke, take drugs and fuck, sometimes simultaneously. Thankfully, Credence is there, back against the wall, eyes glassy. That’s bad, really really bad. Percy jumps out and hurries up to his precious passenger.

- “What did I said about staying out of trouble?”

His response is slow, voice weak and raspy

- “Leave me alone. I know I fucked it up, let me wallow in my misery.”

- “Fuck no! You’re coming with me. Right! NOW! Move it, young man.”

Graves has to drag the kid into the back seat and put seat belt over almost non-responsive body. Goddamnit, both of them are so fucked. Boy is blabbering nonsense at this point

- “Just drop me off at some hotel, I’ll be alright, she won’t even notice I’m missing. I’ve done it before, quite successfully, actually. Just lie to the old bitch in the morning and everything will be fine.”

- “Listen, I don’t really want to be a part of this.”

- “Oh, me neither, buddy. She’ll go ballistic. Totally not looking forward to that”

- “This can cost me a good paying job, you know. The job that I really need. I’ve helped you as much as I could, but this you’ll have to face alone.”

- “I always face her alone.”

- “I don’t think you have a choice here. We can do this the easy way or the hard way and you are the one who has to choose which way it’ll be. I’m not really a fan of the second option and it might cost me this job and some other things, but you know that I’m bound by contract and can’t really do anything about that. And I’m also the man of my word. Plenty of things I’ve fucked up in this life, but promises - never. If you can’t keep your word you can’t be a decent man.”

Percy waits for response but gets no answer. Fucking brat has decided to give him a silent treatment. When the sound of an opening car window distracts Graves from driving it’s already too late - Credence is already vomiting copiously out of the full speed driving car. Goddamn little pig. The rattling of the door handle is the last thing Percival wants to hear at the moment. Is that idiot for real? Does he really want to just walk out of the moving vehicle?

Pulling over near some dingy alleyway, as far from the street lights as possible, Percy jumps out of the car first, to help out. The younger man is heaving, face red, puffy and sweaty, capillaries in his eyes busted from forcefully hurling over and over again. This is incredibly shitty. He helps the boy stumble into the privacy of the alley and rubs circles on his back, whilst the latter pukes his little heart out, last few spasms just empty dry heaving, the kind that will only make you feel worse. Shit. Coming back now, looking like this isn’t a good idea.

Something from not so recent memory surfaces and Percy is ready to act on it. Grabbing Credence tightly he marches back, shoves him in and floors the gas pedal. Closest 24-hour pharmacy is five minutes away but they got there in two. After gathering the supplies and paying Graves storms out just in time to catch that goddamn idiot boy falling out of the car. After even more dry heaving and tears they finally go to a place Percival wasn’t ready to show to anyone yet - his home.

Juggling keys and a plastic bag with all the medical things in one hand and trying to pull essentially passed out Credence up the stairs man basically fell inside his shitty apartment. Oh, this is gonna be one long long night. Dragging lanky body, even though kid was freakishly thin, was difficult especially when trying not to bang him up too much. Percy’s bed, this time thankfully made, was the only choice of surface to lay an unconscious body on. Digging into the bag, Graves produced out an I.V. unit, tubing, and a needle. Being out of practice could’ve hurt this idea but man focused all the mental capabilities he owned and pierced boy’s vein giving him much needed fluids and medication to make Credence better. Turning him on a side and leaving a bucket for any mishaps Percy left to make himself coffee. So that’s how his friends felt when he was like that. Shitty kind of feeling, he’s not gonna lie.

In a few hours and two more packets of I.V. fluid kid was better, not so ghoulishly green in the face and less choking on his own breath. It was time to talk some sense into him. Walking into a room with a sick person in it is always hard so some psyching up was needed. Graves slapped himself in a face a few times and entered. Boy was laying there, on his bed, in his home, suddenly so miserable and distressed and small looking, curled like a fetus on his side, face wet with tears. Like a punch in a gut, that is heart-wrenching. Percy tries to be understanding and gentle

- “Hi, sweetie. Are you feeling any better?”

Soft murmur is almost inaudible

- “A bit. Thank you.”

That’s probably bullshit but at least he’s trying to be polite, so some progress was made.

- “Do you want anything? A glass of water maybe?”

Boy whispers something Graves can’t hear. Dammit. Now for even more pointless asking.

- “I can do anything you want, really. I know full well how bad you feel right now, kiddo. Let me help you.”

Credence coughs a few times and rasps out an answer Percival was dreading

- “I would like to stay here, with you for a while. Maybe even longer. It’s nice, your place, it’s real and lived in and so homey, you know. Feels like someone actually lives here, not like a fucking dollhouse I exist in.”

Oh, here we go. That’s why Graves doesn’t help people. Fuck, how to lay him off now, when he found himself a “knight in shining armor”, a savior from his horrible life. Damnit!

- “Listen, kid, you might think that your life is the shittiest, worst life in the whole wide world, that you were robbed of your happy childhood with your loving parents in your pretty mansion with awesome toys but you’re wrong. You are privileged and pampered and don’t have any clue what outside life is like. You’ve never worked for anything, never really struggled and you never will because you’re rich. That woman won’t have any power over you when you’ll turn of age and on your merry way you go, all parties and no worries, until the end of your days. This is not your life and this life is not for you. There is not a single goddamn chance you could survive on your own.”

- “So I’m just some kind of spoiled rotten brat for you, ha? I’ve expected that, kinda predictable, really.”

- “Can’t fucking deny what’s there. Money corrupts people. I get it, okay. You’re bored. Having everything doesn’t satisfy you no more, so it’s time to mess with other people’s lives. Now, lemme tell you something - I don’t wanna be messed with. At all. I have my shit to deal with, so please, can you not add to that pile. It’s kinda huge as is.”

Credence starts crying for real now. Huge tears, sobs, and snot coming out of his nose. Fuck, it’s only got worse. Percy needs to do something quickly, so, in a state of complete and unfiltered panic he leans over a boy and gives him a full body hug, pressing wet face into a fabric of his shirt. Kid is wailing, grabbing him like he’s drowning. Graves clumsily pets his head and back and tries to murmur something soothing. Crying stops in a few minutes and Credence just lays there, pressed into him and breathing heavily.

- “Listen, I didn’t mean to hurt you like that. You’re not a complete stranger to me and I care about you but that’s not something I have a lot of experience with. Suff like that is hard for me, I don’t know what to say or how to feel. I want to help but I don’t think I’ll be helpful.”

- “This is all her fault! That disgusting, vile, worthless bitch ruined my life. She’s always onto me and it’s hard for to be genuinely disinterested and unenthusiastic about things I like and she knows that and uses that knowledge to get to me every single time. Concealing my true feelings, my real identity, being fully aware of how I act, how I talk, how I move is a fucking torture. That repulsive scum of the Earth is always ready to strike and always happy to do so. I hate her, I’m tired of this and I just want to be myself, to be accepted. It’s so draining not only emotionally but physically too.”

- “Well, I’m sorry for you, kid, but there’s nothing I personally can do about it. It’s your life and the power is yours. Tell her to piss off, take the situation into your own hands and do whatever you like. And whatever she does to you isn’t your fault. You are stronger than this and you can fight her back. Take what’s yours and leave.”

- “As soon as I turn twenty-one. Next week. I’ll do it! Thank you, Percy.”

- “That’s the spirit! I’ll support you as much as I can, but, ultimately, you are the one to do it. And I believe you can.”

- “Thank you.”

His eyes are glimmering and he’s smiling beautifully. Fuck, Percy is so screwed. Boy leans in and parts his lips a little. Oh no, Graves feeling the huge mistake coming yet still goes with it. The kiss is soft and chaste, Credence’s hands all around him and gentleness of this encounter melt the rest of coldness inside Percy’s soul. They sit calmly, still hugging and kid finally drifts off. The man decides not to leave his side and falls asleep next to the boy. It’s the best night of sleep he had in years.

Morning is hazy, they hurry back to the mansion but before leaving the apartment Credence kisses him again, morning breath and all, still that doesn’t bother Percival even a bit. They drive in nice silence, holding hands, boy now sitting in a front seat and it’s magnificent. He’s probably falling in love, fuck. Before leaving the car kid turns around and with a serious look tells Percy something that both comes as a shock but also as an old news

- “I’ve liked you from the first day we met.”

- “You know, I kinda got that from all of your flirting.”

Boy blushes heavily.

- “No, you weren’t sneaky at all. But that was sweet. I like you too. Now go before we get in trouble.”

Credence squeezes man’s palm before climbing out and going inside. Oh good God, what did Percival got himself into?

*Credence’s Birthday*

So, the day has come. Twenty-first birthday of Credence Barebone, the single richest miserable boy in the world. Percival was ready, he bought the present and cleaned his apartment, leaving beautifully packaged box in the middle of the bed. Champagne, strawberries and chocolate cake in the fridge, pressed suit on, few spritzes of cologne - he was prepared as fuck.

Driving up to a highly decorated front gate Percy spotted the man of the hour himself, dressed more casually than Graves expected. Tight leather pants, plaid shirt, and a mesh tank top. Yes, sure, he looked incredible in the getup but how about the fancy party they were supposed to head to? Something definitely went wrong, kid never came this far to meet him.

Credence almost ran to a car wasting no time on climbing in, close to Percival. They both smile

- “Hello to you, birthday boy! So what’s all of this is about?”

- “Hi, handsome! Well, we discussed my party with aunt Mary and I’ve decided to spend my day the way I actually wanted to. So we’re going to a club my friends booked up and we gonna party ‘till we drop! Cool, ha?”

- “You had a fight, right?”

- “Yes, we had one. But I’m a legal adult now and I can do what I want to. So let’s go!”

- “Are you sure that it’s a good idea?”

- “Oh come on, old man, don’t be such a grouch, just join me for a bit of harmless fun. We’ll have everything - drinks, drugs, food. Let’s go, you really need something like this just about now. I personally know how big of a cunt my dearest aunt can be, so, for putting up with Auntie Cuntie’s bullshit you need a good reward. Forget about her and let’s roll!”

- “Okay, but I’ve warned you, just by the way. If we’re gonna get into something you’ll bail us out, it’s kinda your turn.”

- “Fine! And don’t be so grumpy, you’ll like it, it’ll be fine, you just need some molly and life will get peachy!”

- “That’s not the best idea you’ve had. Let’s not get high at all, okay. It’s bad for you!”

- “So why’d you smoke then? It’s bad for the health too, you know, it’ll destroy your body eventually.”

- “Oh yes, I’m well aware of that. But tell me, sweetness, what’s not gonna kill you these days? The air we breathe is polluted, the things we eat are highly processed, everything around us slowly goes extinct, diseases becoming more and more potent and garbage litters our habitats, even going into space. We’re fucked as a civilization and as a species, we’re doomed as a society. Why should I care about lung cancer or heart attacks when I have a bigger chance of dying even before that can happen to me. And, then, why do people who live “healthy” lifestyles are still dying of the same things. Yeah, I don’t really give a fuck anymore, if it’s doing nothing to help or harm me really, why stop.”

- “Well, fuck. That kind of life philosophy is deeply flawed and quite depressing.”

- “I don’t really care much about that.”

- “Maybe you should, and things in your life won’t suck as much!”

Percival chuckles

- “ And maybe I want something to finally suck me off.”

Boy’s face flushes in pink so fast upon hearing those words. It’s delightful seeing him flustered and hiding his eyes. So cute.

- “The rant about smoking was sarcastic actually. I wanted to quit for a long time now. Who knows, maybe you’ll help me.”

Credence is even cuter now, hopeful and happy and so adorably helplessly sheepish with affection. You can feel the waves of adoration rolling off him. Such a sweetie.

They parked next to the club and Percy recognized the place.

- “Is that the same place you did a drag night in?”

- “You’ve remembered it? Yes, my best friend works here and he’s, sorry, she’s booked for today.”

- “Tall, tanned blonde? She made a great girl out of you. But don’t worry, I prefer you as a boy hundred times more.”

He’s blushing again. This is so fun. They get in and place is decorated with every possible thing in the party store, bright colors and crinkling plastic everywhere. A huge group of people waits for them and cheers when Credence walks in. All those people are his friends. And he deserves each and every one of them.

People surround kid’s and congratulate him, wishing a ton of things and filling his hands with presents. Percival hopes boy is having a good and excuses himself to a bar. Well, he just can’t skip a celebration like this, so they are Ubering home tonight because he’s drinking.

Six Long Island iced teas and five White Russians later Percy is pretty shitfaced, relaxed and happy. The show in the background isn’t as obnoxious as he’d expected but maybe alcohol gave him more tolerance to that kind of bullshit. Music starts playing and everyone storms to a dance floor leaving him alone with bartender. Gesturing for a refill he hears footsteps approaching

- “Make that two, Candy. And put it on gentlemen’s tab. No lady should pay for her drink.”

Percival turns to find that drag queen from before sitting next to him, dressed in sparkly rhinestoned black leotard, insanely high heels and bunny ears, tail is probably somewhere there too

- “Hi! Did you want to speak to Credence? Unfortunately, I can’t find him in the crowd, but you might be able to do that from the stage.”

She’s laughing

- “No, deary, I wanted to speak to you. But first, the treat.”

And downs her drink in one gulp. Impressive.

- “You seem like a nice guy, I’ll give you that. And the benefit of a doubt. But our dear, sweet Credence has been through hell and back and I don’t want nobody hurting him, you get me? So, in case you don’t actually have feelings for him, stay the fuck away. Is that clear?”

- “More than clear, Ma'am. I do actually have feelings for him, and think that’s none of your business but, considering that Credence likes your company so much I won’t tell you to piss off right away. We can try to be friendly to each other at least.”

- “Well, I like your style. He chose right this time. Don’t break his heart or I’ll break your face. Bye.”

And she downs his drink too before leaving. What a bitch. Strong, confident, cool bitch. The bartender puts three shots before him, on the house. Graves waists no time and takes them one after the other. Oh Jesus, was that a moonshine? While he’s trying to remember how to breathe, kid jumps onto his back and squeals from glee

- “Best. Party. Ever. This is so awesome!”

He seems off, though, movements twitchy and weird, excitement clearly chemically amplified. This is worrying.

- “We gotta go, Credence, it’s time for you to get home. I don’t want it to be like the last time.”

- “I don’t wanna do that. Not now, not ever. That place is not my home, it never was. It’s just the house I live in. I don’t have a home since Ma and Pa died.”

This again. Dammit, Percy hoped not to provoke that type of conversation on the boy’s special night.

- “I’m talking about my home, kiddo. I have something there for you. That was supposed to be a surprise but I just couldn’t help myself. So, whatcha think? Let’s ditch them and go?”

Boy smiles so widely his cheeks probably hurt.

- “Okay, but gimme a kiss first!”

And they do kiss, boy’s tongue inside his mouth and weird taste with it. Graves notices the effects only when it hits him. That’s uppers. Credence shoved a bunch of molly in his mouth. Goddamnit. Alcohol and drugs hit him hard, all inhibitions lost and mind open to anything. Everything’s a blur, faces, shapes, lights. It’s all so bright and bizarre and loud. He remembers only fragments: dancing, kissing, drinking some more, singing, contests and doing coke of off Credence’s stomach. How they end up in the bathroom is a mystery yet the door’s closed and no one is there to interrupt them passionately making out.

When thin long legs cross behind Percy’s hips and pull him flush against kid’s crotch a brief moment of lucidity brakes through all of the substances bringing one sober thought - this isn’t right.

“Graves, what the fuck are you getting yourself into? He’s barely an adult, he’s technically your employer and his mental aunt will eat you with shit for breakfast. You are so fucked. Why are you doing this? Just say no. Politely decline his advances, go home, masturbate for a few hours and the next day it will be like nothing ever happened. He’ll forget everything, he’s so high. And you are high too. This is such a bad idea.”

The voice in his head, that annoying subconscious worm who ate his hopes and dreams, that piece of shit, was drilling his brains again with the usual. Although Credence’s advances were a good distraction, especially when he starts palming Percival’s cock through the fabric of his pants and moans softly.

Ah, fuck it. What did the kid yell the other day? YOLO? So be it, you really only live once, it’s time for him to live again. Maybe that’s drugs talking or maybe it’s just the years and years of suppressed desires coming back to him, but Percy was ready to party like he did long long long time ago and there was nothing to stop him. Finally.

And his lean beautiful body promised infinite pleasure, the most sensual good time on this earth. Goddamnit stop thinking about him this way. Fucking poet all of the sudden, this always happens when he’s high.

But all of the words in the world can’t describe the way Credence rubs himself against Percival’s body and how hard, hot and bothered he is. Oh, how strong is the desire to just devour him whole. They kiss aggressively, biting and wrestling their tongues, hands palming one another greedily. Boy is panting already, eyes dark with want and lips bright from kissing and moist with saliva. Percy’s dress shirt goes first, suit jacket and tie he cautiously left in the car before entering the club. Kid’s top follows, leaving him in mesh only which spikes man’s interest even more. Biting a pink nipple through the fabric, squeezing his ass and rutting into boy’s hardness with his own is intoxicating.

Credence is moaning louder and louder as less and less clothing separates them. Percival pulls his own trousers and boy’s leather pants to expose them both and rub themselves together. Kid’s jaw goes slack as he bucks into the hand pleasuring him and digs fingers into Graves’s back. The sting of pain only makes him hotter and now aforementioned leather garment is pulled down to Credence’s ankles and Percival is firmly between them, petting the soft skin on the back of boy’s thighs. Only thing latter can choke up is a desperate plea

- “Back pocket, there’s lube. You’ll tear me with that thing of yours without it.”

Another wild kiss. Another breathless moan

- “Stretch me first, please. You’re fingers, I want them inside me. Hurry! I can’t handle myself no more!”

So Graves is lifting Credence’s whole body up into the air and propping him on a sink counter, boy’s knees squeezing Percival’s ribs while latter’s hands ran across untouched buttocks and loin. Prying said lube is a task in on itself and Percy has to open the package with his teeth, spitting chunk of wrapper on a floor. Lathering his fingers quickly he gently traces middle one between boy’s cheeks before teasing the tight ring of muscle with barely a tip. Kid shivers and pushes himself forwards seeking penetration.

- “Hold your horses sweetie. You wanted to be ready, right? So let me help you.”

- “Don’t tease me, please. I want you so badly. Percy, fuck me!”

- “Your word is my command, baby.”

And with that one finger is inside boy’s body. His hole flutters when Graves curves a fingertip upwards upon thrusting in, picking up pace. Credence moans every time Percival moves and soon he’s ready for more. The second finger goes in smoothly, joining the first, stretching hot, velvety tightness. A perfect litany of sighs moans and gasps leaves boy’s lips when his mouth isn’t occupied by Graves’s.

Leaving a trail of bite marks and hickeys, bright purplish-red against almost white skin Percy showers boy’s neck and collarbones in attention while adding the third finger in. Kid writhes and gasps trying to find purchase and to sink more on digits pumping in and out of his body. Wet sounds fill the room, boy is begging for more with his movements and noises and Graves complies.

Pulling out completely Percy gives Credence a soft kiss and before kid is able to say anything else opens up a condom he found in the same pocket lube was in. Just touching himself right now is too much, the head of his cock swollen and slick with pre-come. Unrolling the rubber slowly Graves hisses at the feeling. He hopes Credence is ready because he can’t wait anymore.

Pushing in slowly he looks into boy’s eyes intently, watching his expression, gentle not to hurt the kid. Surprisingly it easy, sliding inside to the hilt while Credence is tensing completely before going slack and moaning. He is tight, hot and trembling, delirious with raw want. As Percy’s trying to steady himself before going any farther boy starts rocking forwards, impaling his body on a hard cock, letting out soft sobs. When they change the angle kid goes ballistic, clenching around Percival, clutching his neck, clawing the back of man’s head. Graves repeatedly thrust into that sweet spot, grinding it some more.

All those drugs are messing with his ability to last and he is already getting closer than he would have liked to. Every friction sends a red-hot wave up the pit of Percival’s stomach and when they pick up the pace it becomes almost unbearable. Sharp jolts of pleasure make his head swim and hands shake. Boy’s breath, hot and damp against his skin makes him prickle with goosebumps, makes his nipples hard as he rubs their bodies together, chasing kid’s warmth, pressing Credence’s rock hard cock better them.

Throaty whimpers boy makes go higher in pitch, he quivers and trembles and rubs himself back against Percy’s skin. Rhythm is punishing, bodies move in perfect sync, everything else completely fades. Only them and sweet pleasure ahead. Kid’s shaking rasp voice in his ear begs for more

- “Don’t stop, please! I’m so close! Cum inside me! Please! Feels so good!”

Broken moans and gasps leave boy’s mouth while Percy earnestly thrusts into him, hard and fast, rocking the thin form underneath him, making Credence arch like a bow opening pale throat for further assault. They both are so unbelievably close, kid’s body clenching hard, core tight with anticipation and Percy can’t take it anymore, hoarsely moaning

- “Now be a good boy and come for me!”

And Credence unravels completely, almost shouting, convulsing, squirting cum all over their bodies, his body spasming chaotically, muscles fluttering, milking Percival’s cock. Graves climaxes hard, rocking himself into his sweet boy, grunting, and moaning. Aftershocks are exquisite, warmth and relaxed calm happiness fill them both. Embracing each other they pant for air and kid giggles. After a slow and gentle kiss, Percy pulls out and takes the condom off, tying it and tossing into a trash can. Credence pulls his pants up, face scrunching as the material touches his ass. Then chuckles softly when Graves gives him a concerned look

- “I’ve never been fucked like this before. Good God, I can barely stand. You’ll probably have to carry me to our car like a bride now.”

- “And I will. Do you need time to recover?”

- “Not really. I’m still very much high. Let’s go, we should come out if we wanna go anywhere.”

- “Did you plan this, by the way?”

- “Birthday sex? Yes. The best gift in the world! What else did you get me?”

- “Round two, if you’re a good boy.”

Credence most definitely is expected by that proposition and after hasty fixing their clothing both men walk out only to be ambushed by a cheering crowd. Fuck, they heard everything. Percival has no idea where to hide his face and how to avoid stares so the first drink in his proximity ends up in his mouth before he can even collect himself. And another one, and another one. It’s a bliss, being so hammered that nothing bothers you anymore.

He doesn’t remember how exactly did they get home, but they are in his bed, nude and cuddling, boy’s head on his shoulder, legs tangled together, hands wrapped around each other and for the first time in forever Percival feels complete. He’s loved and he’s loving back, all thanks to this disaster of a man lying beside him. Credence is amazing and deserves happiness and Percy will do anything to make his dear beloved boy happy.

The end.

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SS: Part 6

“I don’t know how you do this?” breathed Ron, his breath coming out in a mist around him. It was chilly in the dungeons Snape’s room in particular, but it was something that Harry was getting used to, Ron, not so much. Christmas was coming and overnight it seemed as if all the snow the clouds had to offer dumped themselves down on Hogwarts at once.

“I do feel so sorry,” said Draco Malfoy, one Potions class, “for all those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they’re not wanted at home.”

He was looking over at Harry as he spoke. Crabbe and Goyle chuckled, but they were the only ones. If only you knew, Harry thought at Mafoy. Malfoy had been even more unpleasant than usual since the Quidditch match.

It was true that Harry wasn’t going back to Pivet Drive for Christmas. Professor McGonagall had come around the week before, making a list of students who would be staying for the holidays, and Harry had signed up at once. He didn’t feel sorry for himself at all; this would probably be the best Christmas he had ever had. Ron and his brothers were staying, too, because Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were going to Romania to visit Charlie. Blaise was one of the only Slytherins beside himself staying at the castle, something vague about his mother and her new husband that he refused to elaborate on.

When they left the dungeons at the end of Potions, they found a large fir tree blocked the corridor ahead. Two enormous feet sticking out at the bottom and a loud puffing sound told them Hagrid was behind it.

“Hi, Hagrid, need any help?” Ron asked, sticking his head through the branches.

“Nah, I’m all right, thanks, Ron.”

“Would you mind moving out of the way?” came Malfoys cold drawl from behind them. “Are you trying to earn some extra money, Weasley? Hoping to be gamekeeper yourself when you leave Hogwarts, I suppose—that hut of Hagrid’s must seem like a palace compared to what your family’s used to.”

Ron dived at Malfoy just as Snape came up the staris.

“WEASLEY!”

“He was provoked, Professor Snape,” said Hagrid. “Malfoy was insulting his family.”

“Be that as it may, fighting is against Hogwarts rules, Hagrid,” said Snape silkily. “Five points from Gryffindor, and be grateful that it isn’t more. Move along, all of you.”

The three boys pushed passed them leaving needles everywhere.

“I’ll get him,” said Ron, grinding his teeth at Malfoy’s back, “one of these days, I’ll get him—“

After chatting with Hagrid, Hermione found them and escorted them to the library. Harry knew Hagrid would be tight lipped at the subject of Nicholas Flamel. He wasn’t in Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century, or Notable Magical Names of Our Times, he was missing, too, from Important Modern Magical Discoveries, and A Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry.

Going off of Hermione’s detailed list they set to work. Madame Pince the librarian was quick to shoo him out of the restricted section, but since that train was leaving the next day they hardly had any time at all to try to figure out the mystery of Nicholas Flamel.

Once the holidays had started, Ron and Harry were having too good a time to think much about Flamel. Roasting marshmellows, and plotting ways to get Malfoy expelled from school took up the majority of their time. Ron even started teaching Harry wizard chess. One of Ron’s dorm mates Seamus Finnigan had lent Harry his chess set before he went home for Christmas, but it turned out there was another one in the Slytherin common room.

“Care to play, Potter,” Millicent Bulstrode asked him as he walked into the common room. “My hands getting a little sore having spanked Blaise so often.”

“Ha ha,” Blaise mocked, though he smiled at her affectionately. When she heard Harry was staying Millicent had owled her family and told them that she too would be staying behind.

“With you staying Potter I’m sure they’ll be some action that I simply cannot miss. My parents will understand,” she had said. Grateful either way she was going to be useful if he was ever going to beat Ron at chess.

Smiling, he accepted her invitation, as Blaise moved to the side to watch them play. “She’s tricky, Potter, you’ve got to watch her.”

Harry and Millicent shared a smile. “I think I can handle it.”

On Christmas Eve, Harry went to bed looking forward to the next day for the food and the fun, but not expecting any presents at all. When he woke early in the morning, however, the first thing he saw was a small pile of packages at the foot of his bed.

“Happy Christmas, Potter,” said Blaise sleepily as Harry scrambled out of bed and pulled on his bathrobe.

“You too,” said Harry. “Will you look at this? I’ve got some presents!”

“What did you expect?” said Ron, turning to his own pile, which was a lot bigger than Harry’s.

Harry picked up the top parcel. It was wrapped in thick brown paper and scrawled across it was To Harry From Hagrid. Inside was a roughly cut wooden flute. Hagrid had obviously whittled it himself. Harry blew it—it sounded a bit like an owl.

A second, very small parcel contained a note.

We received your message and enclose your Christmas present. From Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Taped to the note was a fifty-pence piece.

“Your slave wages?” asked Blaise, though he was fascinated by the fifty pence.

“This is money?” he asked.

“You can keep it,” said Harry, laughing at how pleased Blaise seemed to be.

“Hagrid, and my aunt and uncle –so who sent the rest of these?”

“I think I know who that one’s from,” said Blaise, pointing at a rather neatly wrapped box. “I caught Millie flipping through a wizarding catalog a few weeks ago, but I wouldn’t go asking her about it, she’d just deny it was from her.”

Harry opened the package slowly, pulling out a rather large camera.

“Wow!” exclaimed Blaise. “That witch, she got you the newest model and all she got me was this mirror.”

Harry looked over at him.

“Suits you,” he said, remembering that he needed to thank Millicent, in the most inconspicuous way possible, of course.

Blaise moved to the side of his bed, ducking under before pulling out something for Harry as well.

He handed it to Harry. “It’s not from me,” he said with a smirk.

Harry took it gratefully, reaching for the Slytherin scarf he had gotten for Blaise a few weeks ago.

“So you have something new to look at in that mirror of yours,” said Harry.

The next package was from Ron’s mother, Mrs. Weasley. He had also attached a note: I told my mum that you didn’t expect any presents this year. Sorry, but those muggles of you really are quite awful. Every year she makes us a sweater, welcome to the club.

It was a thick, hand knitted sweater in emerald green and a large box of homemade fudge.

He’d have to send her a thank you note. He’d send it out when he saw Hedwig at breakfast. Next was a large box of Chocolate Frogs from Hermione. He’d hope she liked what he had sent her.

The last parcel was surprisingly light despite his size. He unwrapped it.

Something fluid and silvery gray went slithering to the floor where it lay in gleaming fields. Blaise gasped.

“Is that….?” He said in a hushed voice, dropping his next present onto the bed, Harry’s scarf still tied around his neck.

“What is it?”

Harry picked up the shining, silvery cloth off the floor. It was strange to the touch, like water woven into material.

“It’s valuable, Potter. I wouldn’t go telling many people about it, if I were you, especially in this dorm,” warned Blaise. Harry nodded in understanding.

“It’s an invisibility cloak,” said Blaise, a look of awe on his face. “Well, don’t just hold it Potter, put it on.”

Harry threw the Cloak around his shoulders and Blaise gave an uncharacteristic shriek.

“Look down!” he exclaimed.

Harry looked down at his feet, but they were gone. He dashed to the mirror. Sure enough, his reflection looked back at him, just his head suspended in midair, his body completely invisible. He pulled the Cloak over his head and his reflection vanished completely.

“There’s a note!” said Blaise suddenly. “A note fell out when you went to the mirror.”

Harry pulled off the Cloak and seized the letter. Written in narrow, loopy writing he had never seen before were the following words:

Your father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it was returned to you. Use it well.

A Very Merry Christmas to you

There was no signature. Harry stared at the note while Blaise was admiring the Cloak.

“You’re lucky, Potter,” he said. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” said Harry. He felt very strange. Who had sent the Cloak? Had it really once belonged to his father?

Before he could say or think anything else the dormitory door was flung open and in walked Millicent. Harry chucked the cloak out of sight. He didn’t feel like sharing it with anyone else yet.

“Happy Christmas,” she greeted. “I liked my new broach Zabini, steal it from your mother?”

Blaise laughed. “She has enough of them, but that one suited your eyes.”

“Free Christmas presents make you cheap, you know,” she told him though she clearly wasn’t that upset about it.

Turning to Harry, “And thanks for the bracelet, Potter. I was surprised to see you had that much taste. Sorry I didn’t get you anything.”

Harry nodded, Slytherins.

“Yeah, no worries, I love what I did get though,” Harry assured her pointedly.

Since there were so few students there for the Christmas Hols everyone opted to sit together. Percy, Ron’s brother, was ushered over by Fred and George to where they were all sitting though he tried to sneak over to the prefect area. Harry had never in all his life had such a Christmas dinner. So much delicious food, and there were also stacks of wizard crackers spread along every few feet along the table. These fantastic party favors were nothing like the feeble Muggle ones the Dursleys usually bought, with their little plastic toys and their flimsy paper hats inside. Harry pulled a wizard cracker with Fred and it didn’t just bang, it went off with a blast like a cannon and engulfed them all in a cloud of blue smoke, while from the inside exploded a rear admiral’s hat and several live, white mice.

Up at the high table, the Professors were all having a grand old time. Professor Dumbledore had swapped his hat for a flowered bonnet and was chatting merrily with Professor Flitwick.

Harry, the Weasley’s Millicent and Blaise all spent a happy afternoon together having a furious snowball fight on the grounds. After bribing Millicent and Blaise with a peak into the Gryffindor common room the group spent time getting warm by the fire. Harry thought he had finally lost it because the time the three of them returned to the dungeons he was almost grateful for the chill down there. Gryffindor tower had just been too hot for him.

It had been Harry’s best Christmas day ever. Yet something had been nagging at the back of his mind all day. Not until he climbed into bed was he free to think about it: the Invisibility Cloak and whoever had sent it.

Blaise wore out from leading quite the charge against a band of Weasley’s during the snowball fight had quickly fallen asleep as soon as he’d drawn his curtains. Harry leaned over the side of his own bed, and pulled the cloak from under it.

His father’s….. this had been his father’s. He let the material flow over his hands, smoother than silk, light as air. Use it well, the note had said. He had to try it, now. He slipped out of bed and wrapped the Cloak around himself. Looking own at his legs, he saw only moonlight and shadows. It was a very funny feeling.

Use it well.

Suddenly, Harry felt wide awake. He could go anywhere in this, anywhere, and Filch would never know. The whole of Hogwarts was open to him. What about Blaise? Should Harry wake him?

No, this first time, with his father’s cloak, no, he wanted to do this alone. He crept out of the dorm room, and left the dungeons behind him. Harry, Ron and Hermione had been through nearly every inch of the library, but one. The Restricted Section.

With this, he’d be able to read as long as he liked, as long as it took to find out who Flamel was. The library was pitch-black and very eerie. Harry lit a lamp on his way along the rows of books. It floated along, seemingly, in thin air.

The Restricted Section was right at the back of the library. Harry stepped carefully over the rope that separated these books from the rest of the library, holding up his lamp to read the titles.

They didn’t tell him much, but a large, black and silver volume caught his eye. He pulled it out with difficulty, because it was very heavy, and, balancing it on his knee, it fell open.

A piercing, bloodcurdling shriek split the silence – the book was screaming! Harry snapped it shut, but the shriek went on and one, one high, unbroken, earsplitting note. He stumbled backward and dropped his lamp, it went out at once. Panicking, he heard footsteps coming down the corridor outside--- stuffing the shrieking book back on the shelf, he ran for it. He passed Filch in the doorway; Filch’s pale, wild eyes looked straight through him, and Harry slipped under Filch’s outstretched arm and streaked off up the corridor, the book still shrieking loudly.

He stopped when he heard Filch’s voice.

“You asked me to come directly to you, Professor, if anyone was wandering around at night, and somebody’s been in the library – Restricted Section.” To his horror, it was Snape who replied, “The Restricted Section? Well, they can’t be far, we’ll catch them.”

Harry backed against the wall, knowing that they couldn’t see them, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t knock into him. They walked straight past him, and Harry leaned against the wall, breathing deeply, listening to their footsteps dying away. That had been close, very close. It was a few seconds before he noticed anything about the room he had hidden in.

It looked like an unused classroom. He could see the dark shapes of desks and chairs, but propped against the wall facing him was something that didn’t look as if it belonged there, something that looked as if someone had put it there to keep it out of the way.

It was a magnificent mirror, as high as the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame, standing on two clawed feet. There was an inscription carved around the top: Erised stra ehru oy ube cafru oyt on wohsi. Harry moved closer to the mirror, forgetting Filch and Snape. He stepped in front of it, but couldn’t see his reflection.

Turning away, then back he had to clasp his hands to his mouth to stop himself from screaming. He whirled around. His heart was pounding far more furiously than when the book had screamed—for he had seen not only himself in the mirror, but a whole crowd of people standing right behind him.

But the room was empty. Breathing very fast, he turned slowly back to the mirror.

There he was, reflected in it, white and scared-looking, and there, reflected behind him, were at least ten others. Harry looked over his shoulder—but still, no one was there. Or were they all invisible, too? He looked in the mirror again. A woman standing right behind his reflection was smiling at him and waving. He reached out a hand and felt the air behind him. If she was really there, he’d touch her, their reflections were as close together, but he felt only air—she and the others existed only in the mirror.

She was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes – her eyes are just like mine, Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green, exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying, crying and smiling at the same time. The tall, thin, black haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just as Harry’s did.

“Mom?” he whispered. “Dad?”

They just looked at him, smiling. And slowly, Harry looked into the mirror, and saw other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, other people, some looked like him, some didn’t, but their eyes were all full of love. Harry was looking at his family, for the first time in his life.

His family smiled and waved at Harry and he stared hungrily back at them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he was hoping to fall right through it and reach them. He had a powerful kind of ache inside him, half joy, half terrible sadness.

How long he stood there, he didn’t know. The reflections did not fade and he looked and looked until a distant noise brought him back to his senses. He couldn’t stay here, he had to find his way back to bed. He tore his eyes away from his mother’s face, whispered, “I’ll come back,” and hurried from the room.

Harry couldn’t eat the next day.

He had seen his parents and would be seeing them again tonight. He had almost forgotten about Flamel. It didn’t seem very important anymore. Who cared what the three headed dog was guarding? What did it matter if Snape stole it, really?

He was going to see his parents.

“Are you all right?” asked Blaise. “You look odder than normal, Potter.”

“I’m fine, Zabini,” he assured him, not noticing the skeptical look the dark skinned boy gave him in return.

What Harry feared most was that he might not be able to find the mirror room again. Thankfully, he had remember the steps he took getting back to the dorm last night so he was able to retrace his steps.

He pushed open the door. Harry dropped the Cloak from around his shoulders and ran to the mirror.

There they were. His mother and father beamed at the sight of him. It was just like it was yesterday. His mother and father standing behind him smiling, the rest of his family looking at him like they were happy to see him. Then someone else stepped into frame.

“What is this?” Blaise asked.

Harry turned. “None of your business, Zabini. What are you even doing here?” Harry tried to move in front of the mirror. Desperate to hide the evidence of his family from Blaise’s view, but being taller than he was, there was no way Blaise could miss them.

Blaise looked in the mirror eyes blown. Was he that surprised to see Harry’s parents? He could hear the other boy breathing before Blaise spoke with a stuttering voice.

“Harry,”

It was one of the first times Blaise had ever called him by his given name.

“Do you see them?” Harry asked, suddenly curious now that his secret was out.

“I see it, do you?” He sounded desperate, but didn’t take his eyes from the mirror.

“My parents, they’re here Blaise,” said Harry excitedly.

Blaise looked at him then, forcibly turning his head away from the mirror. “Your parents?” he asked Harry, voice weak. The calm, stoic face and personality that the Slytherin boy was known for slowly started to come back as he gazed at Harry.

“You see your parents?”

“Don’t you?” asked Harry. “They’re right there.” Harry pointed to the mirror, taking Blaise’s spot in front of the mirror.

“Get away from there!” Blaise pulled him back. “There’s something wrong with it.”

“Nonsense, you’re just trying to keep it for yourself,” barked Harry.

A sudden noise outside in the corridor put an end to their discussion. They hadn’t realized how loudly they had been talking.

“Quick!” shouted Harry, getting under his cloak and making room for Blaise to follow him.

Harry threw the cloak over them as the luminous eyes of Mrs. Norris came round the door. Blaise and Harry stood perfectly still until after not seeing anything she turned and left.

“This isn’t safe—she might have gone for Filch, I bet she heard us. Come on,” said Blaise, pulling Harry out of the room.

The snow still hadn’t melted the next morning.

“Want to play chess, Harry?” said Millicent.

“No.”

“Do you want to go visit Hagrid?” asked Blaise.

“No… I’m fine.”

Blaise gave him a look.

“I know what you’re thinking, and I wouldn’t if I were you.”

“Why not?”

Blaise leaned in so no one could hear him.

“There was something wrong with that thing, besides if Filch or Mrs. Norris find you they’ll take you straight to Snape.”

Harry almost laughed.

“I’m not afraid of Snape. Thanks for your touching concern, Blaise, but I think I can handle it.”

Blaise huffed, but left it alone, getting up from his seat to take Millie up on her offer of chess.

But Harry didn’t mind. He had just one thought in his head, which was getting back in front of the mirror, and no one was going to stop him.

That third night he found his way more quickly than before. He was walking so fast he knew he was making more noise than was wise, but he didn’t meet anyone.

And there were his mother and father smiling at him again, and one of his relatives smiling happily. Harry sank down on the floor in front of the mirror. There was nothing to stop him from staying all night if he wanted too. Nothing at all.

Except---

“So—back again Harry?”

Harry felt as though his insides had turned to ice. He looked behind him. Sitting on one of the desks by the wall was none other than Albus Dumbledore. Harry must have walked straight past him, so desperate to get to the mirror he hadn’t noticed him.

“I—I didn’t see you, sir.”

“Strange how nearsighted being invisible can make you,” said Dumbledore, and Harry was relieved to see that he was smiling. Out of bed after curfew, roaming the hills, in a room he sure wasn’t supposed to be in, Harry knew that he could be in a load of trouble, but the kindly headmaster didn’t seem to be concerned about any of those things.

“So,” said Dumbledore, slipping off the desk to sit on the floor beside Harry. “you, like hundreds before you, have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised.”

“The Mirror of Erised, sir?”

“Ah, you didn’t know it’s name, but I’m sure by now you have figured out what it does?”

“It—well—it shows me my family—“

“Yes, but it showed Mr. Zabini something else?”

“Yeah, he didn’t see them, but they were standing right there in front of him, but how…”

“I don’t need a cloak to become invisible,” said Dumbledore gently, “Now, can you think what the Mirror of Erised shows us all?”

Harry shook his head, not wanting to give the wrong answer, and not wanting his to be discounted either.

“Let me explain. The happiest man on earth would be able to use the Mirror of Erised like a normal mirror, that is, he would look into it and see himself exactly as he is. Does that help?”

Harry thought. Then he said slowly, recognition dawning. “It shows us what we want…..whatever we want….”

“Yes and no,” said Dumblefore quietly. “It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts. You, who have never known your family, see them standing around you. I imagine, Mr. Zabini sees something similar, but that is for him to say.”

“You don’t know?” Harry asked.

“No, Harry, every person who gazes into this mirror will see something different. We hardly bother to see what is other than what is right in front of us. Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible.”

“The Mirror will be moved to a new home tomorrow, Harry, and I ask you not to go looking for it again. If you ever do run across t, you will now be prepared. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. Now, why don’t you pull that admirable Cloak back on and get off to bed.”

Harry stood up and turned to the door.

“Professor, if everyone sees something different then what do you see when you look in the mirror?”

“I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks.”

Harry stared.

“One can never have enough socks,” said Dumbledore. “Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn’t get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.”

He was lying. Harry was sure, but he knew it had been a personal question. Though as he moved past the others bed back in his dormitory and ignored Blaise’s pointedly ignoring him Harry thought that maybe he hadn’t been lying to him after all.

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ABCs for our good good Granny

A: Aptitude

1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young?

She’s known her way around people since she met her adopted family, since they grew up in a farm town where all the neighbors knew each other.

2. what activities have they participated in?

She’s been in a girl band since she was a young woman, and she’s been performing in her band until about ten years ago, but now she just performs solo because most of her friends have since passed.

3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for?

She had a lot of difficulty learning how to maneuver around and keep active when she started getting older. She was always a rambunctious and rowdy child, so when her joints and bones started disagreeing with the types of movements she was doing, Granny had to learn how to calm

4. what things are they bad at?

Her impulse control is shattered. She is the type of person to cut all the sleeves off her shirts because her friends were gone for the weekend. She is also the type of person to dance shirtless at a bar because someone told her to. She and Xo would either get along swimmingly or get in a fist fight while they’re both drunk.

5. what is their most impressive talent?

She is possibly the best mandolin player in the world. It was her first love and even now one of the only things keeping her tied to her past.

B: Basics

1. what is their hair color?

Silver. Her natural color is dark red though. She’s just old.

2. what is their eye color?

Bright green

3. how tall are they?

3′0

4. how old are they?

Somewhere around mid 70s to early 80s. She lost count, but always says 75 as a counter.

5. how much do they weigh?

85 lbs

C: Comfort

1. how do they sit in a chair?

Manspreading with one arm propped up on the back of the chair (if she can reach that high). If she’s too short to reach the top of the seat, she just folds her arms.

2. in what position do they sleep?

On her stomach with her head on top of both arms. She also doesn’t move at all when she sleeps, so sometimes people worry if she died in her sleep.

3. what is their ideal comfort day?

Chilling at her farm with her younger brother and bandmates while just fucking around with instruments.

4. what is their major comfort food? why?

Pumpkin scones. It was one of the fanciest things her family could afford when she was young.

5. who is the best at comforting them when down?

Her best friend Carmilia, who also lowkey ruined her life. Other than Carm, her younger brother Percy.

D: Decoration

1. how would they decorate a house if they had one under their name?

Now that Granny is an international superstar, she could afford anything she wanted, but she would probably like a “plantation” style home- big farm without the implication of slavery- so she could have a room just for music, another just for partying, and one just so she could say “This is my thinking room.”

2. how would they decorate their child’s room?

She never wants kids, but she would make a room for her brother or friends’ kids if they ever came over. And you know it would have its own chocolate fountain.

3. how do they decorate their own room?

Granny’s room at home was very simple since they lived on a farm, and even after she got rich and famous, they were always on the road so she couldn’t have a fancy house of her own.

4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear?

When she was younger she’d wear a lot of trousers and comfortable blouses. Now she more opts for riding pants, stylish sweaters, and vests.

5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends?

She loved makeup when she was younger. It’s one of her favorite parts of performing (besides the actual performance) and now that it’s hard to do makeup, she just tries to do lipstick.

E: External Personality

1. does the way they do things portray their internal personality?

Granny is and always has been a rowdy, party-loving girl so she doesn’t have a lot of her personality to hide.

2. do they do things that conform to the norm?

Granny was one of the first international superstars, so she’s been breaking norms since she was first found by her adopted parents.

3. do they follow trends or do their own thing?

Granny has been a trendsetter since she could toddle.

4. are they up-to-date on the internet fads?

She tries to be but there are so many fantasy memes these days that she can’t keep up.

5. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it out on their own?

She lets people figure it out on their own because she doesn’t really care about what people think of her.

F: Fun

1. what do they do for fun?

Compose music, partying, and playing with Mordred.

2. what is their ideal party?

One that she doesn’t remember the next morning.

3. who would they have the most fun with?

Her band, her brother, and probably Nugget once she got to know her.

4. can they have fun while conforming to rules?

In theory yes, but really it’s much more fun to break the rules.

5. do they go out a lot?

After a show she always throws an afterparty.

G: Gorgeous

1. what is their most attractive external feature?

She has really pretty light green eyes and when she was younger, she had gorgeous dark red hair.

2. what is the most attractive part of their personality?

She just exudes self confidence and fun.

3. what benefits come with being their friend?

There will never be a boring moment, she will start a bar fight to defend your honor, and she will play your favorite music to make you happy.

4. what parts of them do they like and dislike?

She loved every part of herself when she was younger but now hates that she looks a couple feet in the grave. She just wants to be young again.

5. what parts of others do they envy?

She is slightly jealous of Nugget’s youthful and boundless energy because a bitch be tired.

H: Heat

1. do they rather a hot or cold room?

She’s used to sleeping in the cold more, because her family’s farm was near the mountains, so cold.

2. do they prefer summer or winter?

Summer by far. She is a rowdy girl who loves to have fun in the sun.

3. do they like the snow?

She thinks its really fun to do cannonballs in the snow.

4. do they have a favorite summer activity?

Swimming

5. do they have a favorite winter activity?

Making cookies

I: In-the-closet

1. what is their sexuality?

Tied for best aroace in the history of aroaces.

2. have they ever questioned their sexuality?

When she was younger, she tried to see if she had a crush on anyone, but she was always more of the type to go party hard than to have sex.

3. have they ever questioned their gender?

No, she’s always been comfortable as a girl.

4. would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT?

Her family was very rural, so while they wouldn’t completely understand (except her brother, who is gay), they would accept her.

5. how long would/did it take for them to come out?

She came out when she was about fifteen, asking why she didn’t feel any romantic love for anyone.

J: Joy

1. what makes them happy?

Playing music, being around people, and generally being rowdy

2. who makes them happy?

Her little brother, and her bandmates.

3. are there any songs that bring them joy?

‘My Boyfriend’s Back’ by the Angels

4. are they happy often?

Lately she’s been feeling more glum because she’s old and alone with just Mordred. But when she was younger, she was extremely happy.

5. what brings them the most joy in the world?

Playing music and her goat son, Mordred.

K: Kill

1. have they ever thought about suicide?

No, Granny’s already afraid of dying because she’s old.

2. have they ever thought about homicide?

She doesn’t necessarily like fatal violence, but there’s a particular asshole that needs a good asswhooping.

3. if they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? who?

The asshole that needs a asswhooping because he ruined her life.

4. who would miss them if they died?

She knows her family and friends, but the thing is that she doesn’t even know if they’re alive. Mordred of course would be a devastated lil goat. And of course her adoring fans.

5. who would be happy they died, anyone?

Literally there is one person she knows that would revel at her death.

L: Lemons

1. what is their favorite fruit?

She fucking loves anything pumpkin flavored.

2. what is their least favorite fruit?

Cranberries taste like someone tried to make a fruit but weren’t really sure what they’re supposed to taste like.

3. are there any foods they hate?

She can’t stand any mushy textures, so mashed potatoes or oatmeal.

4. do they have any food intolerances?

She’s allergic to tree nuts.

5. what is their favorite food?

Pumpkin scones.

M: Maternal

1. would they want a daughter or a son?

If she haaaad to have a child, she would prefer a son since she grew up with a brother and has more experience dealing with a male child.

2. how many children do they want?

The only kid she wants is her goat son, Mordred.

3. would they be a good parent?

She 100% thinks she’d be an awful parent, but she’d be a great aunt/older sister/grandma.

4. what would they name a son? what would they name a daughter?

If she had to have a child, she would name a son Percy or Arthur, and daughter Elaine or Alya.

5. would they adopt?

She ain’t having sex, so yes.

N: Never Have I Ever

1. what would they never do?

Kill someone (other than the asshole that ruined her life). She’s killed animals, but she doesn’t like the concept of death for humanoids.

2. what have they never done that they want to do?

She never thought she’d be on the run trying to find a way to get her life back.

3. is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do?

Spend four hours skinning a yeti.

4. what is the most embarrassing thing they’ve done?

A couple years ago, she got really sick and was put in a nursing home for a while. It was the first time she felt useless for being old.

5. have they done anything they thought they’d never do?

Get old.

O: Optimism

1. are they optimistic or pessimistic?

She can’t afford to be pessimistic. That’s just a ticket to an early grave.

2. are they openly optimistic, throwing it on others?

She tries to be. Her bandmates were always generally optimistic too, so it was just a lot of happy friends.

3. are they good at giving advice?

She’s good at giving advice when it’s someone she knows really well but she’s fucking awful when its someone general.

4. is there anyone in their life that throws optimism on them?

Right now it’s her funky little goat son Mordred, but when she was younger, it was one of her bandmates that was one of the most optimistic people she knew.

5. were they always optimistic?

She’s been optimistic for most of her life. She had a really bad bout of depression about ten years ago, but she’s trying to get her happy attitude back.

P: Personality

1. what is their best personality trait?

Optimism.

2. what is their worst personality trait?

Reckless.

3. what of their personality do others love?

Nugget loves Granny’s “loud happy” which is just Granny’s sense of humor, her brother loved her big sister energy and big heart, and her friends loved her magnetic energy.

4. what of their personality do others envy?

Her brother was jealous of her endless optimism and energy, her best friend who was a half-orc was jealous on how fast Granny made friends with people, and Nugget envies her ability to say what she needs to because Nugget just can’t.

5. do they hate anything about their personality/about other’s personalities?

She can’t be friends with anyone who is boring or doesn’t give a shit about emotions and focuses more on logic.

Q: Questions

1. do they ask for help?

She doesn’t like asking for help because she wants to be self sufficient, but when push comes to shove, she’ll ask for help.

2. do they ask questions in class?

Nah she usually wrote music in class.

3. do they answer questions that make them a little uncomfortable?

She’ll answer all questions except about two, and if those two questions come up, she will distract the other person and evade the question.

4. do they ask weird questions?

She loves getting a rise out of people, so yes.

5. are they curious?

Oh yeah, she loves adventure.

R: Rules

1. do they follow rules?

She was a pretty rebellious child, so while she listened to most of what her parents said, she would do her own thing a lot.

2. would they be a strict or laid-back parent?

Definitely laid back. She doesn’t want to be the discipline parent. She wants to be the vodka aunt.

3. have they ever been consequenced for breaking a rule?

She was sometimes grounded by her parents for sneaking out of the house when she was like 11 or 12 with her younger brother, but it wouldn’t last for more than a week.

4. have they broken any rules they now regret breaking?

Not necessarily a rule, but she regrets going against advice that her band gave not to go to a specific town where her life was ruined.

5. do they find any rules they/others follow absolutely ridiculous?

Anytime she hears that a child has extremely strict parents who don’t let them go anywhere or only hang out with people they approve of, she gets angry.

S: Streets

1. are they street-smart?

She’s learned to be street smart over the past ten years or so.

2. would they give money to someone on the streets?

Absolutely. She has more than enough money to survive.

3. have they ever gotten in a fight on the streets?

She fought a yeti and some wolf-things. She roasted the yeti with sick beats.

4. has anything happened to them on the streets?

Basically everything that’s happened to her since she met Nugget and Elara.

5. are they cautious when out?

She acts like she isn’t, but she’s always on the lookout for trouble.

T: Truth

1. are they honest?

When she was younger, she was extremely honest, not really giving a shit about people’s opinions, and although now she’s nicer, she’s still pretty blunt.

2. can they tell if someone is lying?

Now she’s a little more paranoid about people, but when she was younger, she tended to trust people on their word unless they were really suspicious.

3. is it obvious when they’re lying?

She’s charismatic as fuck. She’s learn how to lie over the years.

4. have they lied about anything they regret lying about?

She’s really only lying about two things, and both she never wants to let the truth be known.

5. have they told truths that have been spread against their will?

She hasn’t told truths that’s been spread, but there was a truth that she wasn’t aware of that got spread.

U: Underdog

1. have they been bullied?

She’s been the victim of passive elder abuse of managers trying to con her out of money, or scammers pretending to be family members that she knows for a fact aren’t real.

2. have they bullied anyone?

She gently bulled whatever-the-fuck-his-name was just because he was objectively awful. She became vegan just to spite him.

3. have they been physically attacked by a bully?

She was stalked during her early part of her 20s but that was a long time ago.

4. have they ever been doubted?

A lot of people thinks that she’s past her prime because she’s old but dammit Granny’s here til the day she dies.

5. have they surprised people with being good at something?

She surprised her family being good at music, and even surprised herself by being good at a shortsword.

V: Vomit

1. do they vomit often?

Granny has impeccable alcohol tolerance, given that halflings are partiers. That being said, once she hits about 7 drinks, she is down for the count and is throwing up for about four hours straight the next morning. Luckily she doesn’t party that much anymore to get that bad.

2. do they get lots of stomach aches?

That being said, she doesn’t get sick that often

3. are they good at comforting someone ill?

She’s been a big sister for a big chunk of her life, so she’s good at comforting her friends and brother.

4. what do they like as far as comfort goes?

Although she’s great comforting other people by rubbing their back or stroking their hair, when Granny’s sick, she wants absolutely nobody and no one touching her or she will barf.

5. do they burp, cough, or hiccup most when nauseous? when vomiting?

She burps a lot. And since she’s so small, she usually has a little jump associated with the burp.

W: Water

1. do they drink enough water?

She maybe drinks a little too much ale for her consumption of water, but water is also very important for keeping the throat showstopper ready, so she drinks enough to keep herself lubricated.

2. have they learned to swim?

Granny lived near a lake when she was younger, so it was one of the first things she learned how to do. And it was also one of the first things she

3. do they like to swim?

She doesn’t do it as much now because it’s hard to pull herself out, but it feels relaxing on her joints, so whenever she has the opportunity to take a dippity dip, she does.

4. can they dive?

Definitely not anymore, but when she was younger, she could. Granny was more a fan of cannonballing though.

5. can they swim without holding their nose?

Yes, she was quite a good singer.

X: Xylophone

1. what is their favorite genre of music?

50s and 60s girl bands and artists. She loves that classic girl rock.

2. do they have a favorite song?

Dream a Little Dream of Me by Billie Holliday.

3. do they have a favorite band/artist/singer?

Diana Ross and the Supremes, The Angels, and Aretha Franklin. Granny loves old bops by female bands and artists.

4. can they sing well?

She was part of a girl band a long time ago where she sang and played mandolin. She is an amazing singer.

5. can they rap?

Rapping was after her heyday, but if she really took the time to listen to rap music, she’d be able to learn how to rap.

Y: You

1. how old were you when you created them?

2. what inspired you to create them?

When I went through my dnd character making spree (in which I made Talia as well), I decided to make an old halfling grandmother. And that is when Granny sprang into existence.

3. were they different when they were first created?

Absolutely. Before I made her official background, my plan was for her to be a disgraced singer who was making her comeback tour because her grandchildren told her that no one cares about her anymore. But now she has a better backstory that I love.

4. do you enjoy writing them more than other characters?

It’s a shame that the campaign fell through, because Granny is a phenomenal character and I love playing her. Her voice, although ruins my own vocal cords, is extremely fun to do.

5. what’s your favorite thing about them?

Despite being rough and tumble and kinda an egoist, she still wants to protect the people she’s with. And she would die for all of her friends.

Z: Zebra

1. what’s their favorite animal?

Lions. Big, fiery, and badass.

2. do they like animals?

Because she grew up around animals, she loves them, but not enough to make a career taking care of them.

3. cats or dogs?

Dogs. She had a lot of dogs growing up and loved running around with them. Her favorite was named Jasper.

4. what’s their dream pet?

When she was a child, she had horses and really misses them. Someday she’d like a horse, particularly the black ones.

5. do they have any pets at the moment?

She has her pet goat Mordred who she’d die for.

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FRIDAY SF & FANTASY - Bridge of the Gods

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Bridge of the Gods

A Generation Son Chronicle

by C.J. Rose

Genre: Fantasy

Luthor McAlester is a teenage boy living in San Diego, California. His father died when he was a child. Leaving him to become man of the house, living with his mother and younger sister. On his 18th birthday he discovers a power that has been held dormant until now. He is unsure what to do with it in the absence of this father’s guidance. His best friend Gwen, who claims to be oblivious, knows more than she is telling. Can Luther figure out how to use his power and help the Gods like they ask with just the help of his best friend? Or will the lack of guidance from his father prove to be more than young Luthor can handle?

Goodreads * Amazon

The Generation Son Chronicles Official Companion Cookbook

Let your taste buds come along on a ride through some of the most classic to the old world recipes. These recipes follow the character of the Generation Son Chronicles series as well as some of the favorites from the people involved with the books.

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Interview with the Author

What inspired you to write this book?

I used to hate reading in high school. I even took a novels class my senior year to see if that made a difference.

What can we expect from you in the future?

Currently, I am working on promoting book 1, the cookbook, getting ready to have the editor review book 2, and proofreading book 3. I would love to begin making them into screen plays once they are all released.

Can you tell us a little bit about the characters in Bridge of the Gods?

When I wrote the book, I decided to put a character glossary in it as well. I know that some people don’t know a whole lot about the Greek Gods, and I wanted them to have the advantage. The 2 main characters are Luthor and Gwen.

Luthor– A quiet and typical teenager. His best friend Gwen is by his side no matter what. On Luthor’s 18th birthday, his life changes more than he will know. On this day, he will find out that his destiny is already decided for him.

Gwen– Luthor’s best friend and the love of his life. She fights beside him and does her best to keep him in line. She has her own set of powers that include transformation, archery, and visions of the past.

How did you come up with the concept and characters for the book?

I have always had a love for Greek Mythology. When I wrote the book, I wanted to feature some of the minor gods as well since the big names always get the attention. You will see characters like Hestia, the goddess of the hearth, and the 3 goddesses of springtime growth, as well as some unnamed minor gods.

Where did you come up with the names in the story?

I came up with the name of the story from the plot of the book.

What did you enjoy most about writing this book?

I think bringing the characters to life and being able to tell the story from a new angle.

Who designed your book covers?

The cover was designed a talented lady who is part of my publishing team named Nicole.

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?

Every time I look at it I think of things that I could add or take out, but the more I think about that decision, the more I shy away from it. I feel that we always second guess ourselves, and at some point we have to just say “It’s ok.”

If your book was made into a film, who would you like to play the lead?

Tom Holland. I think he is absolutely adorable.

Anything specific you want to tell your readers?

A lot of people like to compare the first book to the Percy Jackson series. There are similarities but in general this version is quite a bit different. As well, the second and third books are not based on the Greek Gods as I wanted to change it up a bit for each one.

What is your favorite part of this book and why?

Any time that Gwen puts Luthor in his place is my favorite parts. I wanted to not only portray a boy learning about who he is, I wanted a girl who is strong and focused.

If you could spend time with a character from your book whom would it be? And what would you do during that day?

I would want to spend the day with Hestia. I think that she is feisty, and people take her for granted. I would leave the day up to her because I am sure she would have her own agenda.

C. J. Rose lives in Central Illinois. Originally from just south of Chicago, Rose is not married and has no children. The passion for writing took root in high school where she began writing song lyrics and poetry. On top of literature, Rose has a keen love for all things nerdy and sci-fi. On a quiet night, you can find her curled up with an episode or Doctor Who, Arrow, Firefly, and more. C. J. also belongs to a theatre organization located in her town. The devotion to musicals and theatre has led her to be a part of over 10 shows as an actress, and over 20 as a staff person. Lastly, because she wasn’t busy enough, C. J. has her own bow company where she sells hair bows, bowties, scarves, lip balms, key fobs and more.

When it comes to her writing, it was an itch that needed to be scratched. While working on a cookbook, and reading her typical fantasy fiction novel, the idea came to her. She took the love of all the books she has read and turned then into a novel of her own. Published by Burning Horse Media in 2014, Generation Son: Bridge of the Gods was born. Selling over 100 copies in the first month. In 2015, Rose finished penning the second novel in the series; To Rescue a King. Being new to the game, Rose has struggled to do most of it on her own. One thing she vows, is to never give up.

The focus of the novel series is to not only bring her fantasy and ideas to life, but take those stories and make them a fun learning experience for the younger generation.

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Giveaway 2

Anniversary Month Games

Week 1:

Scavenger Hunt- Game starts May 1st and the deadline is May 5th at midnight. The first one to email all the correct items to [email protected] will win the first surprise.

Rules-Find the following famous authors and the last book published before death (Show your source. Wikipedia does not count)

· Louisa May Alcott

· James Fenimore Cooper

· Charles Dickens

· Nathaniel Hawthorne

· Washington Irving

· Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

· Sir Walter Scott

· William Shakespeare

· Robert Louis Stevenson

· Alfred, Lord Tennyson

· Mark Twain

· John Greenleaf Whittier

Week 2:

The Word Challenge- Game starts May 6th and the deadline is May 12th at midnight. The first one to email all the correct items to [email protected] will win the next surprise.

Rules-Purchase the digital copy of Book 1-Bridge of the Gods on Amazon. http://amzn.to/2jR5rFj (You must send a screen shot of your receipt) Tell me what page the phrase “Quite fascinating for someone so small is she not?”

Week 3:

Scavenger Hunt- You must take a screenshot of each item and send in together. Game starts May 13th and the deadline is May 19th at midnight. The first one to email all the correct items to [email protected] will win the next surprise.

Rules: Go to my blog. http://bit.ly/2D1msW4 –Find the Easter Special Edition Author of the Month.

Like the Facebook page. https://www.facebook.com/GenerationSon/ -Find the picture of the three Goddesses of Springtime Growth.

Follow me on Twitter. @generationson – Tell me what event I was at on April 21st 2018.

Follow me on Instagram. Find the picture of 2 little girls holding book 1. https://www.instagram.com/generationson/

Week 4:

The Recipe Challenge- Game starts May 20th and the deadline is May 26th at midnight. The first one to email all the correct items to [email protected] will win their recipe in the cookbook’s next edition.

Rules-Purchase the Ultimate Companion Cookbook (digital) on Amazon. http://amzn.to/2zJSvHj (You must send a screen shot of your receipt) Tell me what page the recipe for Hestia’s Fire Pit Stew is on, then send me your favorite recipe.

FRIDAY SF & FANTASY – Bridge of the Gods was originally published on the Wordpress version of The Pulp and Mystery Shelf with Shannon Muir

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Ellis Watts III→ Aldis Hodge → Jackal

→ Basic Information

Age: 99

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Born or Made: Born

Birthday: December 25th

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Religion: Christian

→ His Personality

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Head of Clan Jackal and City Planner

Scars: None

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: High end watches and Fast vehicles

Two Dislikes: Idle hands and People who ride their brakes

Two Fears: Failing at leading the Jackals and Heights

Two Hobbies: Boat Racing and Wine Making

Three Positive Traits: Responsible, Disciplined, Ambitious

Three Negative Traits: Work-Obsessed, Superficial, Stubborn

→ His Connections

Parent Names:

Sibling Names:

None

Children Names:

None.

Romantic Connections:

Platonic Connections:

Zack Harris (Best Friend): Zack is his most trusted confidante. They throw ideas around, playing with possibilities, before eventually bringing it to Sarah who helps make the idea possible.

Leon King (Friendly): Ellis knows of Leon through his work with the kids. He increased general activity and helped spearhead a childhood activity project that got kids moving.

Clara Fields (Fellow Council Member): Ellis doesn’t often talk to Clara, actually avoids it when he can, but they’ve known each other for a long time and he respects her work ethic.

Isaac Baker (Friend): Ellis has liked having Isaac on the council. He’s smart and isn’t weighed down by a century of baggage like the rest of them. They occasionally go to sports games together.

Nick Hamelin (Fellow Council Member): He and Nick are on good terms. The rats don’t invade any areas they shouldn’t and in return they don’t try to keep too much from them.

Amaria Crais (Work Associate): Amaria is the main liaison between the Cats and Jackals for the University project. He finds her much easier to deal with than Greer.

Hostile Connections:

Pets:

None

→ History

→ The Present

→ Available Gif Hunts (we do not own these)

Aldis Hodge [1][2][3][4]

#aldis hodge #Supernautral RPG #lsrpg #fantasy rpg #city rpg

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