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I don't know how much i can endure this - Yakko

“Yakko I don’t wanna go,” Dot complained, pulling on her itchy and puffy black dress that was just a little too tight.

“We all have to go, Dot, it’s not up to us,” Yakko sighed, adjusting the bow tying her ears together.

“But this dress itchessss,” she whined, tugging on the sleeves.

“You’re going to stretch it out if you keep that up,” Yakko warned.

“Why do we have to go?” Dot continued with her complaining.

“Because Grandma said so, and what grandma tells us to do now... we have to,” Yakko glanced at his younger brother who was leaning against the wall and not facing them.

“Why?” Dot asked.

“Because mom and dad can’t help us anymore,” Yakko sighed, taking her hand and walking towards Wakko. Wakko muttered something under his breath.

Thankfully, Dot didn’t ask “why” again.

“You ready?” Yakko asked Wakko.

“Yeah,” Wakko said. Yakko rolled his eyes, noticing his brother’s shirt was buttoned all wrong.

“Grandma would kill you if she saw you like this,” Yakko sighed, fixing it. Wakko muttered yet again.

“What on earth are you muttering about?” Yakko shot him a look.

“Nothing... nothing,” Wakko looked away. The older prince sighed. He really didn’t have the energy for this.

Then again, he could hardly say he had the energy for anything anymore. The most sleep he had gotten the past four days was when he got knocked out by the assassins. Other than that, he was unable to sleep, the words of his mom ringing in his head.

“Let him go! It’s me you want, not him!”

He shivered.

“Let’s just get going... the sooner it’s over, the better,” Yakko said, offering a hand to Dot and Wakko. Dot took it, but Wakko crossed his arms.

They carried on.

“Ready, you three?” Their grandmother asked, making that the fourth thing she had said to them since the day after the attack.

She still hadn’t taken off that stupid thick black veil.

“As we’ll ever be,” Yakko said, giving Dot’s hand a squeeze.

Slowly, the grand doors to the overcast courtyard opened, and Yakko’s eyes quickly went to the two caskets.

“Who’s in there?” Dot pointed as they went to their spot, which Yakko quickly made her put down.

“Not mum and dad,” Wakko mumbled, and Yakko gave him a look as their grandmother went to the podium.

“My people, we are gathered here today to do something no mother should ever have to go through. Today, we honor and mourn the memory of my only child, Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the Second, and her husband, Sir William the Good,” She said, her voice cold and numb to the ears.

Yakko felt a wave of anger wash over him. She had no right to speak in that way.

She hired the assassins. She wanted them dead and gone. It was all her fault.

“It is with a heavy heart that I am forced to retain my throne until my grandson, Prince Yakko, is of age,” she gestured to him. He didn’t know what to do, so he just nodded, trying not to let his rage consume him, allowing the numbness to take over once more.

He wasn’t sure how much longer he could endure this.

His grandmother continued on with her speech, but Yakko paid it no mind, his eyes stuck on the empty caskets.

Wakko was right, his parents weren’t in them. Nobody told them why, but Yakko was smart enough to realize that just meant the assassins either burned them, threw them in a river somewhere, or buried them in the middle of the woods somewhere far, far away.

In some sense, Yakko was glad the caskets were empty. He wasn’t sure if he had it in him to look upon the dead faces of his mother and father, and he was much more sure that seeing that wouldn’t be good for Wakko or Dot.

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown, and heavier is the heart of one who has lost a child,” he heard her say.

Yakko growled, but controlled himself, burying the anger deep within himself.

Eventually, she was done, and other, more boring people spoke. There was a song and Yakko really wanted nothing more in the world than for this to end so he could go back into his room and be alone for just a moment, not standing in front of thousands feeling empty and hollow and numb.

The queen chose to stand on the opposite side of the podium than the trio of children. She had been distant ever since the attack. Yakko suspected that was likely to change very soon, but for now he was grateful. The last thing he wanted to deal with was her complaining that Dot was crying too loud.

Poor Dot... she was still too young to really understand what death was, no matter how Yakko tried to explain. All she knew was that they were gone, and they weren’t coming back. At first she thought it was because they abandoned them, but Yakko was quick to explain they’d never do that to them. After that though, she started looking around corners for them, expecting them to be there any minute...

Every night, Dot would wake up and start crying for them, but they never came. Instead, Yakko could come in and take Dot to his and Wakko’s room, and he’d cuddle with her until she fell back asleep.

It helped him with his nightmares too.

“Yakko, we’re going, it’s over,” Wakko said, snapping his older brother back into reality.

“Right, yes,” Yakko shook his head, taking Dot’s hand again, and they all went to the great hall for refreshments, though Yakko hardly had the appetite.

However, Wakko did have the appetite, so he stayed anyway, though he was unfortunately placed right next to his grandmother, looking evermore cold and blank behind that veil. He could hardly make out where her eyes were, until she looked at him, then he looked away.

“It’s rude to stare at a woman in mourning,” She said.

“Mourning my ass,” Yakko thought. He was so done pretending to care about her.

“Sorry,” he said instead. Knowing the new lengths she was willing to go to to get rid of people and things she didn’t like reminded him to keep his mouth shut.

“That brother of yours is causing a racket. Fix it,” She waved her hand at him, and Yakko looked for Wakko and whatever racket he was supposedly causing, but all he was him and a few other random boys lauhging and playing a game in the corner. Yakko frowned.

“I don’t see what the matter is?” He scratched his head.

“This is a funeral, boy, you aren’t supposed to be playing games,” She seethed, and Yakko left without a word, sensing her anger.

“Wakko, c’mon,” Yakko went to his brother.

“What? I’m in the middle of a-”

“Now.” Yakko snapped, stepping out into the hall. Wakko quickly followed.

“What did I do this time?” Wakko asked as the door closed behind him.

“This is a funeral, Wakko, you can’t be playing games with strangers,” Yakko pointed out. “Or did you forget why we’re wearing these black uncomfortable outfits?”

“I didn’t forget,” Wakko rolled his eyes.

“Oh yeah? Because it really seems like you have,” Yakko stepped forward angrily. Wakko blinked, not understanding where this anger was coming from.

“W-well... it’s not my fault it doesn’t actually feel like a funeral. I-i mean seriously Yakko, they didn’t even find their bodies,” Wakko crossed his arms.

“Wakko... they’re dead whether you like it or not,” Yakko said, feeling a lump in his throat.

“No,” Wakko shook his head. “I don’t believe it. If they were dead, they’d’ve been in those boxes.”

“Wakko, i know i-it hurts, but-”

“but no! They aren’t dead! Th-they can’t be dead b-because if they were-” Wakko paused from his shouting.

“I-if they were...”

“It’d be my fault...”

Yakko blinked. “Wh-what?”

“I-it was my idea to run i-in the garden a-and I ran through the flower b-bed and I tracked in the mud, a-and she took me to the tower a-and Dad broke me out a-and grandma g-got mad at mum a-and th-then everything was b-bad a-and n-now they’re gone,” Wakko shouted, a waterfall of tears streaming down his face.

“Wakko, that isn’t true,” Yakko was mortified.

“If they’re dead it’s my fault, it’s true,” Wakko didn’t listen, shaking his head and closing his eyes tightly, putting his hands on his head. Yakko quickly hugged him.

“It’s not your fault Wakko,” He stroked his head.

“It’s my fault- I’m such a screw up,” he continued to cry.

“Wakko, you are not a screw up and you are not an idiot,” Yakko adamantly denied.

“Th-then why are they gone?” Wakko looked up at him, tears still pouring. Yakko bit his lip.

He could tell them. He knew why, he had seen the letter.

But that would make them angry, and anger would cause them to lash out at the queen, which could get them hurt or far, far worse.

“Because evil people decided to hurt them,” Yakko sighed. “I’m sorry, there’s nothign more to it than that.”

“I’ll kill them,” Wakko sniffled and buried his head in Yakko’s shirt.

“I know Wakko, I know,” Yakko patted his head. For a long moment, the warner brothers remained in their embrace.

“S-so... they’re really... dead?” Wakko glanced up.

“Y-yeah... they’re really dead, Wakko.” He paused, before adding, “I’m so sorry.”

Wakko sniffled. “You don’t need to be sorry, it’s not your fault either.”

Yakko hesitated at that. It made sense, of course, but.. he sighed.

“Worrying yourself to death isn’t going to do any of us any good.” His mother’s voice reminded.

“Yeah... you’re right,” He sighed. “There’s no point in guilt anyway. We’ll just... have to move on.”

“...I miss them,” Wakko whispered.

“I miss them too Wak, but they’re gone, and there’s nothing we can do expect move on, okay?”

Wakko slowly nodded.

“Okay...”

.o0o.

“We’re almost there, I promise.”

THey had traveled for goodness knew how long, ignoring the stings, the rips, the sprains that burned throughout their bodies as they trudged through the snow.

Of all of the years for it to snow early, did it have to be this one?

Well, then again, the snow had been their savior, the ice caused their carriage to overturn.

That didn’t mean they weren’t injured in their escape, one was barely holding on as it was.

“We’re almost there.” the stronger of the two repeated.

“I-i can’t. It hurts too much,” they nearly collapsed into the snow, had it not been for the other catching them.

“Just a little bit further, please,” The stronger pleaded. The weaker shook their head.

“I’m not leaving you here.”

“They need you.”

“You don’t think they need you too?”

A pause.

“I’ll carry you.”

“Y-you can’t-”

“I can and I will-”

“Your arm-”

“I don’t care,” The stronger made their decision. They braced themselves, and with tremendous effort, picked up their dying partner, and continued trudging through the snow.

Slowly but surely a small town swelled on the horizon.

They had made it.

They carried on as fast as they could manage, ignoring the flairing pain shooting through their entire body when finally, they arrived.

With their free hand they pounded on the door. Shuffling noises came from behind, and eventually, a familiar curvy blonde woman answered the door.

“Dr Scratchnsniff’s Office, how can I- William?! Princess? What on earth are you two doing in Acme Falls? What happened?”

“We’ve had one hell of a week.” William responded, before collasping onto his knees, and passing out.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

#my fics #animaniacs #angelina 1 lives au #yakko wakko and dot #wakko warner #yakko warner #dot warner #tw injuries #queen angelina i #queen angelina ii #william warner #tw funeral #angst

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willowbleedsonpaper · 4 years

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Ghost Of You (Part 8)

Draco Malfoy x Muggle!Reader

W.C. : 2400

Summary: The war with Voldemort was over. Draco Malfoy was forced to flee for his life ending up in Muggle London where he met you, the muggle whose house he broke in looking for a place to hide. You agreed to let him hide in your house if he promised to let you live your life normally. How will your relationship work as time passes and you both realize you’re no longer just partners in crime?

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, but it felt right to ended it there.

And about our little game yesterday! It started and ended with @nebulablakemurphy. Yes, she was talking about Fred. I thought of putting somewhere there that he was a total prankster but I didn’t want it to be so obvious. Guess it worked :) So yeah, thank you for always commenting <3

*Not my GIF. Credits to the creator*

Harry Potter thought his life couldn’t be worse than it had been back at Hogwarts. Yes, he had found a family and friend within the castle walls, he had discovered the truth about his parents and himself, he had met the love of his life and was soon to be married to her.

But at what cost?

He had lost friends all throughout the years, the only persons that had truly known his parents had died, the pain he and anyone close to him had gone through was unbearable at times. The image of the war burned into their memories for the rest of their lives, the scars that carried awful memories of running for your live or standing up from what you believe in always there as a reminder that you survived but many didn’t.

He thought of all of it as his fault. Maybe he defeated Voldemort, but Voldemort killed because of Harry and that rested on his shoulder since the day he was born.

Nothing could be worse than that. Or so he thought.

Somehow, catching a glimpse of his best friend and none other than Draco Malfoy chatting casually in his desk made the Second Wizarding War have a worthy opponent.

His pace slowed down significantly, the confidence he usually radited as he walked through the corridors of the Auror’s office was completely stripped off of him. He wished he could turn back and leave but Ron waving his arm in the air yelling his name caught the attention of every single soul in the room, making it impossible to run.

He didn’t hate Malfoy, not at all. But they weren’t friends. He was fine with him living his life, as long as it didn’t get on the way of his own life.

“Hey Ron,” he said nervously at Ron, pretending for just one second that Draco wasn’t sitting in his chair, unfortunately he was “Malfoy.” he nodded his head with pursed lips.

“Potter.” he said back not saying anything else at the awkward position Harry was in. It wasn’t everyday that you could mess with the Chosen one.

Harry just stared at the blond with a questioning look, before he turned to Ron “You weren’t supposed to be here until much more later,” he reminded him “Why are you here?” he asked, his eyes screaming to the red-headed With Draco Malfoy!

Ron stood from the desk shaking his head, he placed his arm around his best friend’s shoulder leading him to a more private place “It’s a long story, mate.” he said with a laugh “But you’re gonna want to hear it.”

“Don’t sound so excited Weasley” mumbled Draco from behind them. He moved around the place like it was his own home, many people stopped in their ways to give wish him a good morning or just to acknowledge his presence. He was used to that, being a Malfoy got him the attention he never had to ask for.

And Harry couldn’t help but take hesitant glances over his shoulder at his former enemy. Years had gone by without anyone actually knowing where Draco Malfoy was or if he actually still engaged with the Wizarding community. So his sole presence there had him in a pure state of confusion.

“Why is he following us?” Harry whispered in Ron’s ear, getting an answer from none other than Draco.

“Because I am your primary witness in your new case.” he said smugly, waiting for them to get inside the office, closing the door behind them.

Harry squinted his eyes, mouth slightly agape as he changed his focus from Ron to Draco “What new case?!” he squealed, dropping to the chair behind him “Ron?”

Ron took a deep breath, looking at Draco who waited patiently for him to speak. With a cock of his head ron got the message straight from the Slytherin.

Tell him or I will, and you will not like it.

Ron shrugged, turning in defeat to Harry “Bellatrix Lestrange is alive.” he blurted out.

Harry stared at him incredulously, waiting for him to crack and laugh. Yet no one did, he held the same worry he had when his father was attacked, when they faced death eaters, when Hermione was tortured at Malfoy Manor. This was real.

“Wh-what?” he stuttered, the little light he had in his eyes almost extinguished “No, th-that can’t be. Your mum killed her.” he stated, an angry expression taking over his features.

But he got distracted at Draco scoff, he turned around shaking his head in disbelief “What is it about Molly Weasley that makes you so sure she killed Lestrange?” he asked exasperated.

“It doesn’t matter now.” said Ron and for once Draco could agree with him “You saw her, and she almost killed you if it wasn’t for Y/N.” he tried to suppress his smile, failing and getting a groan for Draco.

“Who?” exclaimed Harry, sitting straight “Who is Y/N?”

“Malfoy’s girlfriend.”

“Doesn’t matter.” said both, Ron and Draco at the same time. Draco snapping her head at Ron with a glare “ She is not my girlfriend.” he said lowly.

Ron raised his arms in the air in defeat, turning around before whispering “You wished she was, though.”

Draco groaned loudly, covering his face with both hands.

Harry found it interesting that he didn’t deny that specific part. “So…” he said hesitant “She is your friend?” he asked.

“Yes, thank you Potter.” he said extending his hand towards him to put emphasis on his words, turning to Weasley who just had a smug look on his face, turning to slowly to Harry.

“His muggle friend.” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“That’s over the point.” Draco grunted “Are you going to do your bloody job or gossip about my personal life?” he said raising his voice. When they both nodded, muttering under their breath about he hadn’t changed at all they got to work.

Draco took them all over the past years. How he had settle in some places for a couple months before they found him and the chase started all over again. But mainly he narrated the past week, how he had been hurt and he had to take some wild decisions on the spot, breaking into a house that turned out to be yours. How he had forced you to help him, omitting the part where he used the Imperius curse on you, but in the end you offered your help, how he was hesitant but accepted anyway, that until he saw them apparate in your backyard.

He told them how you two and Jack ran to the woods, him fighting while he hoped for you to escape. How you had knocked out Bellatrix with a piece of log before you escaped to Hermione’s flat.

“That’s awesome.” said Harry with a grin, getting a confused look from the other two wizards “Putting her out without even using magic? I wish I had been there see that.”

“Only you would say that.” Draco scoffed with a roll of his eyes ”So, is that enough for you to actually do something? I would love to go back to the Manor sometime.”

Harry stood up, gathering the papers he had used to take notes of everything Draco had told them “It’s a start.” he said “We’re gonna get her, Malfoy.” his tone had changed to one more serious, as he held his gaze “Andromeda told me she went to see you.” he shared.

“I never wrote back,” Draco mumbled, and Harry smiled.

“She said she got a pretty good idea why you refused her offer. I think I know what she meant now.” he said, giving him a pat in the shoulder before leaving.

Ron walked slowly to him, frozen in the spot “Try to stay close,” he told him “We might need you for more information on them.”

Draco nodded, turning his face to the Ron “I’m sure Y/N already gave Hermione her address,” he said with a laugh.

“You’re going back to hers?” he asked with a shaky voice “Maybe that’s not the most clever move here.”

Draco pursed his lips, he already knew it wasn’t the ideal situation but he didn’t want to take away whatever happiness she could have. He didn’t want to admit it but he had made his mind long ago. “I know.” he said “but I'll make sure she is safe.”

And even if he didn’t like him, Ron could see the glimpse of the man many had believed in at least once. A good man. He smiled, getting out of the office and out of his reach before he said “Make sure you invite us the wedding.” and then he left, missing the soft smile in the Slytherin prince.

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“Home, sweet home!” you yelled kicking the door open, halting in the front door with your jaw dropping “What happened?!” you squeaked, dropping the few things you were carrying on the floor and walking around with a look of disgust in your face.

“What is it?” asked Draco with concern, eyes shifting to every corner in the house to see what had got you in such a mood barely setting foot inside.

You went over the fireplace, running your fingertip over the surface “It’s all dusty.” you growled, lifting your finger for him to see the thin grey coat of dust.

He chuckled, closing the door before he saw you were already moving stuff to clean, getting the things you needed in place “Would you please stop for a second?” he asked you, following your every movement around the entire first floor, but you wouldn’t stop “Y/N.” he called again for you and you just hummed, not daring to face him just yet “Look at me, love.” he said in a serious manner.

“Yes?” you answered, your voice carefree and slightly playful. But you completely stopped when he gave you a stern look “What is it?” you said, body completely turned to him.

“You can’t just pretend everything is like it was before you knew about me.” he told you, string of guilt running along with his words.

You knew that, of course you knew, but it was still too much. You had had the courage, or more like the fear, that he would leave. That made you act the previous night, breaking down in front of him until you fell asleep. You wanted to go slow, one step at a time.

“I’m not pretending,” you sighed, rounding the table and sitting in front of him “I know you’re a wizard, you went to a magical school and there was a war no one ever knew about.” you said fast, your eyes widening as every word left your mouth “It’s a lot to process.” you admitted, reaching for his hand and mindlessly playing with his fingers.

He watched you intently, lowering his head to see the concentration in your eyes. He could tell you were looking for the words to say, that you still wanted to say so much more. So he let you, enjoying the feeling of your warm hand against his cold one, creating the perfect feel for the both of you.

“I want to know about you,” you mumbled, stopping your movements for a second before you continued, satisfied with the ideas in your head “I want you to tell me about your world, and your friends. I want to know why Ron and Hermione seemed to hate you but helped you nonetheless.” you paused, tapping your fingertips against his skin like you would playing the piano “I want to know about…” you said, running your finger up his wrist until you reached his forearm, rubbing your thumb softly over the fabric of his shirt “... the mark on your arm.” you finally said, meeting his eyes.

He felt the knot in his stomach tighten the moment you reached his forearm. He had tried to be careful around you, always wearing something that would cover the dark mark in his arm. He wasn’t sure how or when did you saw it, but it wasn’t a pretty sight. The skin around it was red, he thought it looked like the scar a person would get in a fire, one that never heals. And yet if he looked close enough he could still see the skull and the serpent, if he stared for to long he could see it move. He didn’t want you to see that part of him, and he didn’t mean the mark in his arm.

You saw as he got lost inside his head, his face turning a concerning pale tone that made you hold his hand tighter “Draco?” you called softly, tugging his arm a little until his eyes moved to you “It’s alright,” you said, brushing his hair out of his forehead “You don’t have to tell me if don’t want to. I was just saying that I would like to know but not now.” you smiled, his body relaxing in the couch at your words.

“Maybe someday.” he whispered.

You couldn’t help the flutter inside your chest at his statement. Maybe someday, he didn’t know but he had given you the hope that maybe he wouldn’t leave, that maybe after they caught the ones after him he wouldn’t feel like he had to take care of you but would chose to stay because that’s what he wanted. That maybe he wanted you.

You stretched your arms out for him, asking with your movements for the one thing you had been longing since you woke up that morning. He looked at you, a look full of adoration as he pulled you into his arms, a sigh leaving your lips as you nuzzled on his side. He rounded your shoulders with his arm, your arms snaking around his chest.

“Tell me this,” you mumbled, one eye looking up at him when he hummed in response “What’s a Slytherin?” you asked, his eyes popping open immediately.

He fought back a smile, failing miserably as he spoke “Only the best house at Hogwarts.” he said “It’s famous for being the house with the most evil wizards ever but I was so proud to be one. All my family was a Slytherin so being one was really important for me.”

You smiled on his side “Sounds cool,” you said “Can I be a Slytherin too?” you asked him and he laughed.

He could get used to this, to you.

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ijustreallylovezebras · 6 years

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What Would They Say Part 14

Pairing: mob!Tom x Reader

Summary: The reader is a bartender at a bar owned by Tom Holland - the leader of the most feared mob in London. Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen

Requested: No

“Where are you heading off to, Princess?” Tom asks as he comes into the hall, seeing me pulling on my jacket.

“Harrison said I could take Tess on a walk?” I say shyly, allowing myself to be wrapped up in his arms for a hug.

“Where to?” He asks, kissing the top of my head.

“Just around the grounds, I was going to see if Paddy wanted to come as well,”

“That’s a good idea,” Tom agrees, squeezing me tighter for a couple of seconds before releasing me. “But don’t leave the grounds okay?” I nod, not feeling the need to tell him that I wouldn’t have done that anyway, that I would have been to scared to.

“Paddy!” I call up the stairs and I can feel Tom’s eyes on me, smiling quietly at my back.

“What?” Comes the response.

“You want to come for a walk?” I ask. I hear his footsteps bounding towards me down the stairs before I hear him calling a ‘yes’.

“I have business to attend to later, so I may not be here when you get back,” Tom tells me and I nod, turning around to kiss his lips.

“We won’t be out for long,” and Tom nods, kissing me once more.

“Text me when you get back so I know you’re safe,” he orders and I nod, leaning up to kiss him for a final time but we’re interrupted by Paddy’s entrance.

“Do you mind?” He asks and Tom rolls his eyes.

“I preferred you when you were a baby and couldn’t speak,” he deadpans and I laugh, untangling myself from Tom’s arms and calling for Tessa, who is quick to scamper her way across the wooden floor and into my waiting arms.

“I’ll see you in a few hours,” I say to Tom after I clip on Tessa’s lead and I steer Paddy out of the house.

“You and Tom are pretty serious,” Paddy mentions to me as we walk deep into the far end of Tom’s land. He owned a mansion, so it was fair to say that the Gardens and woods that surrounded it all belonged to him and were all stunningly beautiful.

“I mean... yeah,” I laugh and Paddy grins at me, throwing another stick for Tessa.

“Mum and Dad like you to, they’re worried you’ll break up with him sometime,”

“I think that they need to worry more about Tom breaking up with me,” I tell Paddy who shrugs.

“That’s good then, because that way we know that it’s not going to happen,” the certainty in Paddy’s voice makes me blush. “Mum wants him to propose, too,” Paddy mentions and I laugh, shaking my head.

“We’ve not been together nearly long enough for that I’m afraid, Pads,” Paddy just shrugs, throwing the stick another time for Tessa. “How’s school anyway?” I ask, wanting to change the subject from mine and Tom’s relationship. I was too young to get married, as well as it being too soon in our relationship, I found myself desperately hoping that Tom would not ask me to marry him anytime soon.

“It’s alright, boring though,” he sighs and I smile affectionately at him.

“You just haven’t gotten to the interesting bits then, obviously,” Paddy rolls his eyes at that.

“That’s because there aren’t any interesting bits,” he groans and I sling my arm around his shoulder, bringing him in for a quick side hug. “Wait, what was that?” He asks, moving out of my arm and looking suddenly attentive as his head swings around, looking for a source of a noise that I had not heard.

“What?”

“Listen!” He hushes me and I roll my eyes a little but obediently fall silent at his wishes. I hear it too, then, a little bark.

“A dog!” I say, delighted, rushing towards the source of the noise. It was coming from the hedge marking the end of Tom’s land. I crouched down when I reached it, Tessa was barking, following me as I looked for the puppy, Paddy right by my side.

“Where are you, puppy?” Paddy calls and is greeted by another pitiful bark.

“Over here, Pads!”

The dog can’t be more than six months old, tangled in the hedge and looking pained as it desperately tries to get free. It’s a little golden retriever, looking up at the two of us with big brown eyes and the littlest of barks.

I untangle them from the hedge, trying not to hurt them even more and then pull off the hoodie that I’m wearing, wrapping the puppy inside of it.

“Can we keep it?” Paddy asks. “Can you keep it?” He clarifies, laughing and I shake my head a little sadly.

“I can’t have a dog in my flat,”

“But you basically live here,” he points out but I shake my head again.

“I’m not planning on staying much longer, Pads, uni starts again soon and this is too far away for me to travel every day,” Paddy sighs, pouting sadly as we make our way back to the house.

“Princess?” Tom asks, coming into the library.

“Hey Tommy,” I smile in greeting, half of me hoping that he wouldn’t notice the presence of the second dog sprawled across my lap.

“What’s that?”

“A dog, I would’ve thought you knew what one looked like by now,” I tease nervously and Tom laughs a little.

“Darling, I don’t own two dogs,” he points out, raising his eyebrows a little and I try my best to give him an innocent smile.

“He’s called Alan,” I offer and Tom laughs.

“Y/N, you bought a dog? And named it Alan?” He clarifies and I shake my head quickly.

“I didn’t buy Alan, he was stuck in your hedge, I just saved him, really,” Tom smiles, coming over and moving me a little so that he can slip behind me onto the sofa, moving a hand down to gently stroke Alan’s soft fur.

“And you couldn’t have thought of a better name than Alan?” He asks and I shake my head, offended.

“Alan is a wonderful name!” I disagree and, before Tom can respond, one of his men barges into the room.

Instinctively, I curl up into Tom’s body, clamming up straight away.

“What?” Tom demands, glaring at the man who seems to wilt a little under the harsh stare.

“We found the files,”

“I’ll be there shortly,” the man backs out of the room, not even looking at me as though in fear for what Tom would do to him. “It’s okay, Angel,” Tom whispers, rubbing my back and I give him my best smile. “I booked the tickets to get you home,” he informs me and my smile becomes a little more genuine.

“Thank you,” I murmur, cuddling even further into him, knowing that he was going to have to leave soon and yet not wanting him to leave me alone.

“Does this mean I get to hear about why you quit football?” He reminds me of my deal and I smile, nodding.

“It was an expensive club I went to, like a proper football club because I was actually pretty good at him,” Tom nuzzles his face into my neck, placing a kiss there and I feel him smiling against my skin. “But then Dad got sick and the treatment cost loads, he didn’t want me to have to give up football though, because he knew how much I loved it, so my older sibling and I got jobs and my younger one started to take care of the markets and shit since Dad couldn’t anymore, eventually it just got to the point where I was not going to let them keep on paying for my lessons anymore so I went ahead and quit,”

“Without telling them?” He asks and I nod.

“Mum and Dad were so angry but I refused to take it up again, even after Dad got a bit better again”

“Do you miss it?”

“I do, but not as much as I used to,” I admit and Tom hugs me a little tighter.

“Is your Dad better now?” He asks quietly and I hesitate.

“It varies,” I admit, “he’s better than he was when he first got ill, but he’s not... the same anymore. That’s why he wants to meet you so bad, I think he’s worried that he’s not going to get the chance to meet you otherwise,”

“I’m sorry, Princess,” Tom whispers quietly, placing a kiss on my shoulder and leaning his forehead against it.

“It’s okay,” I murmur, allowing myself to relax back into his arms and just appreciate the little piece of quiet that we had right now, with Alan and Tessa lying across our feet and a fire crackling in the fire pit, Tom’s arms secure around me.

Only one more part left of this, so I’m going to try and get it up as soon as possible! And then a possible epilogue as well if people want that! Make sure you check out my other Tom series that I’m writing in collaboration with @happysynonym called Night Of Your Lives (Circus!Au)

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War

A/N: Heyoo, I’m back with the imagine I had finished so long ago but totally forgot about. No jk, I finished it today but started it like few motnhs ago. The ending is a bit different but I really didn0t know how to finish i so sorry.

PAIRING: none but I put Fred Weasley x Potter!reader

Requested by anon: please could you do a Harry Potter imagine where the reader is Harry’s sister and they end up having a fight at Grimauld place over her wanting to join in the war and either Sirius or Remus comforts her? (Of course Harry apologises at the end, he loves her too much to stay mad at her!)

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Part 2

War. Tearing everything apart since even before it starts. It happens every day. Between enemies, lovers, friends and family.

Its war. Nobody loves it.

This war was different though. Far different. It was a war revolving your younger brother, Harry James Potter.

On 31. October 1981 he was marked for his entire life, an infant only with you in the next room. Somehow he didn't know. Somehow you were missed by Lord Voldemort, it will always stay a mystery to you why your brother was chosen instead of you. Why didn't Voldemort come after you before Harry like he did with your parents.

You were unprotected, your father running downstairs to face The Dark Lord himself while your mother stayed in the nursery with Harry. Mystery. Such a dark mystery.

And now you were here. Starting your last year in Hogwarts, arguing with your little brother.

"I'm your older sister Harry!" your shout came from the locked room in Sirius' old bedroom.

They were far away, yet the arguing echoed through the whole house, to their curious ears. They didn't talk, only listened.

"Excatly, (y/n)! That's why I need you to be safe!" Harry shouted back.

"You will not boss me around Harry James Potter! I swore to protect you and I did nothing more than trying to keep you safe from all of the trouble!"

"Well, congratulations. You did an amazing job. " he spoke in sarcasm.

"I did not choose this life Harry! I did not get to have my own name like you did! Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived! Who was I !? Oh thats (y/n) Lily Potter, Harry's older sister."

"Then why are you complaining if I was just in your way!"

"Because I am your sister and you are the closest thing I have for a family!" you exploaded, your fingers cramping from all the anger and the clenching. " Mom and dad would never forgive me. So I'm joining this war. Whether you like it or not." you finally finished and stormed out of the room.

Harry was left alone. All alone, defeated.

It was his fight. His.

And you.

You were his older sister. The one who protected him from the Dursleys. The one who everybody loves. The smart, funny and the loving one. The one who read him bed times stories, argued with Petunia and Vernon until you were kicked out. You had good grades, an intership waiting at the Ministry after Hogwarts, a bright future ahead of you.

And your dreams. Damn your dreams. The ones who told about the cute apartment you would buy after Hogwarts. Staying with your best friend Oliver Wood and then with Harry moving in after his graduation. All three of you would have a dog or a cat. Mostly a dog because Oliver hated cats, saying they are little devils with furry faces and adorable round eyes.

He can't. He just can't. Not you.

He stormed out of the room, walking in the living room where everybody sat except for you and Remus.

"Where is she?" he asked impatiently, walking around with his eyes searching for you.

Sirius stood up from his chair and walked over to Harry. Touching him by the shoulders he gently pushed him down to sit. "Harry. Your sister. She's a stubborn young lady. She won't give up on this. She won't give up on you. "

"I don't want to lose her, Sirius." sighed Harry and looked down on the picture he always carries around. "You know she kind of reminds me of mum. She may not see it but I do." he simpered and brushed his thumb over the photo.

Sirius chuckled and looked down on the photo. "You know Lilly was also so stubborn. It was her way or no way at all. All innocent on the outside yet so fierce on the inside. "

Harry looked up at Sirius and smiled. "What else?"

"The first time your sister called me Padfoot, she actually said Patwoof. It was so adorable I screamed so high that the next day I lost my voice. And now, whenever she calls me Pads or Padfoot, I almost feel like your mother is with me. " he laughed and took the photo in his hands, Harry carefully watching as Sirius' eyes flickered of pain for a small second. "You know she wrote me every day. She believed I didn't do it. No matter what the paper said she belived me. She said a man like me would never betray a man like James." he smiled and gave photo back to Harry. "I didn't reply though. Not to a single letter. Yet she still sent me till the day I finally broke out. To be honest her letters seemed to make my days in Azkaban a lot more tolerable."

"She won't give up. Will she?" Harry suddenly spoke making Sirius chuckle and pat him on the back.

"My dear boy, she will kill you herself if you don't appologise."

And suddenly the door burst open and the whole pack of red heads came bursting in.

"You two are the absolute worse! Crookshanks is just a cat." spoke Hermoine with her ginger cat in her arms.

"If by cat you mean a ginger ball of fur from hell, than yes." said Ron and fistbumped George.

"Oi, Harry! Where's my beloved (y/n)? Did she miss me?" grinned Fred and sat behind the table.

"Still not giving up, eh Fred?" snickered George and wrapped his arm around his twin as he sat down.

"You never give up on love Georgie."

-----

You sat on the balcony. Your eyes set on the stunning blue moon and the night sky. You kept looking at the moon because somehow it calmed you down and some days, it was the only thing that seemed to make you feel better.

"Hey." said a soft and low voice from behind.

You turned your head over your shoulder to see who it was, only to set your eyes on the tall and handsome man.

"Remus." you simpered and turned your gaze back on the moon. "It's not full yet so you can relax." you added without taking your eyes off it.

He sat beside you, his eyes drifting to the moon but quickly turning away. "You know (y/n) he only wants to protect you."

"I'm the one who needs to protect him." you replied and hugged your knees as you felt a slight cold breeze brush your skin. "I won't change my mind."

"Oh, I know you won't." he chuckled and took off his coat only to wrap it around you.

"Thanks." you replied and grabbed the coat to wrap it a bit tighter.

"You know I once won an argument with you mother."

You shot your head after you heard this. "Really?"

"Yes. She was stubborn, just like you but she was also afraid back then. So I think that was also one of the reason why I won... That night, the October 31st, you weren't home with them. You were with me and Sirius." he sighed and looked at you from the corner of his eyes only to find you listening carefully. "I convinced her that it's safer for you to be somewhere else if The Dark Lord decided to attack." he paused for a moment. "It was Harry though, who I wanted to take first but she insisted on me taking you instead because it would be the only way she would know at least one of her babies were safe. After we found you a safe place we went back to get Harry but it was too late."

"Thats why." you suddenly realized. "That's why I couldn't believe Sirius did it. Because he was with me the whole time. He never left my side. He could have never gone to The Dark Lord and betray my parents. Because he was afraid to leave my side."

"Yeah. I wish I knew that sooner too. All I'm trying to say, (y/n), is that no matter if you join the war or not, it won't be pretty. Somebody will die and you will lose the people you love. But with Harry you have to be a little more understanding. He lost so much, he just can't afford to think he'll lose you too."

He was right. Of course he was right. He was Remus Lupin, he was always right. You glanced at his emerald green eyes and smiled. "So I guess, I need to talk to him...again."

He slightly nodded and got on his feet. "Come on. I'll come with you."

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As soon as you got closer to the room you heard a loud chaos and laughs coming from it.

The Weasleys. They always seemed to be the loudest.

You walked in the room with Remus by your side and all eyes were on you, especially Fred's since he always fancied you.

"Missed me?" he winked at you and put another spoon of mashed potatos in his mouth.

Messing his hair, you leaned your elbows on his shoulders and whispered in his ear. " Still not giving up Weasley?"

"Never." he smiled and tilted his head backwards to meet your eyes.

You rolled your eyes and stood back up, just to see if you could find your brother. But he wasn't here, nor was Sirius.

"Where's Harry?" you asked and looked around the table.

"He went upstairs with Sirius." replied Ginny.

"Okay, thanks." you said and put your hand on Ginny's shoulder as you ran up the stairs.

-----

You were standing in front of Sirius' bedroom, door slightly open and his voice softly talking to your brother.

"When they brought her home, the whole gang waiting for her, I couldn't be happier. I mean she was just a bald potato back then but she was so beautiful and so small."

"Okay, I'm coming in." you said after hearing him say that, making both of them look to the doors.

Sirius' mouth curved into a smile and before you could say anything to Harry, he cut in first.

"Come here, dear. I was just talking to Harry about your childhood days."

"Yeah, I heard. I'm the bald potato." you sighed and plopped down next to Sirius.

"Figure of speech." he defended before placing his hands on both of yours and Harry's knees. "James and I were more than best friends. We were brothers and even though we pranked and we laughed, had loads of great time and unforgetable memories, we also fought."

"Please don't let this be a lecture." you groaned and leaned your head on Sirius' shoulder.

"Shh, dear child. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." he shushed you and put his hand on your cheek. "So, as I was saying James and I used to fought. A lot. I was used to tidiness, living with my mother I had to live in tidiness, but James... he was such a mess. There were many days where we faught about the mess, the essays, projects we had together, girls, Remus.."

"Remus?" asked Harry.

"Yeah. He was the most responsible one so Remus was always the best for projects and plans." added Sirius before continuing with his lecture. "Look. You two are brother and sister. It's obvious you want to protect her and she wants to protect you. But the two of you need to stick together because that is the only way you will be able to protect eachother. Trust me. I would know."

After hearing what he said, both you and Harry wrapped your arms around Sirius and squeezed him in a tight hug.

"Thank you Patwoof." you added, making Sirius slightly chuckle.

"Patwoof." he repeated, holding back the tears as if it was the first time he ever heard it.

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