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lauralestrange7 · 3 years

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𝓐𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓶 | 𝓢𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓼 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴| (Part 14)

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The motto of the Lestrange family is "𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓿𝓾𝓼 𝓸𝓬𝓾𝓵𝓾𝓶 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓿𝓲 𝓷𝓸𝓷 𝓮𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓽" which would when literally translated in English would mean "a crow will not pull out the eye of another crow." Referring to the complete solidarity amongst a group of like-minded people regardless of the consequences or condemnation.

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Laura walked out of the Great Hall, looking around trying to find Sirius, as she walked into the empty courtyard, Laura could swear she saw a boy sitting and crying by the water fountain but in a blink of an eye, there was no one there. The boy seemed to have just vanished into the thin air, for one no one could apparate inside the walls of the castle. Laura shook her head considering it to be a trick of the eyes, however, she walked towards the fountain.

A black dog was hiding near the fountain whimpering softly, Laura knelt down and looked at the creature "Hey" she said tilting her head and examining its big grey eyes. The dog whimpered and stepped backwards, "It's okay I'm not going to hurt you, I was just looking for this boy you see, he is kinda sad too." Laura said in an attempt to calm it down, the dog's ears perked up and it sat down, she sighed and sat down too "I know why he feels that way, I understand very well but I don't know what to say to him, comforting people is not really one of my strengths, Regulus asked me to go talk to him, he feels bad for his brother too you know. But I just don't want Sirius to feel worse, I mean what if I say something wrong?" Laura stopped her rant, oh how she could just laugh at herself right now, venting to a dog? who was looking anxious enough before she came. But when Laura looked at the dog again this time she saw that it had calmed down and appeared to listen to her, with its head tilted slightly and a pair of big grey eyes fixated on her. "Feeling better, eh?" Laura asked clucking softly as she scratched the dog's neck, it made some soft grunting noises. "Aye well, I've got to go now, need to find Sirius don't I?" she said standing up, after straightening up she started walking towards the corridors in search of the brunette. Sirius now transformed back to himself as he sat down by the fountain again, the fact that others could relate to him and that his brother still cared for him, maybe less than ever but at least he cared enough to send his friend to come and comfort him, this made him feel better. He sat there looking at the fountain for a while but then he remembered that Laura was looking for him now. Feeling the need that he should at least go and tell her that he was feeling better now, Sirius stood up. But he didn't wasn't sure where he should be looking for her, suddenly he knew where to find her, so Sirius started making his way to the astronomy tower. And indeed Laura was there, standing on the edge and looking out. "Hey," he said softly "Hey," Laura said too not looking at him, "Are your parents the same way?" he asked after a while "What way?" Laura questioned absentmindedly. "You know, not really caring about what you feel or think, not taking your opinion to be of any importance," he said looking at her. Laura was still not facing him "Maybe," she said. But Sirius knew the answer "Don't you ever feel like standing up to them? To tell them that what you feel and think matters?" he asked. "It won't change a thing, you know it. If anything it would just make things worse." Laura said now looking at him straight in the eyes. "So you are just going to keep on doing what they tell you to do? Let them control your life for you?" He said his tone lacing with mockery. "You don't get it, do you? Not everyone wants to fight the rules, we don't have a choice. It's something you can't change, we belong from very important families and things are expected of us, we have no choice but to do as told, that's how it's always been." Laura tried to explain but Sirius simply scoffed. "Well, what else could I have possibly expected you to say? You are the 'perfect' child your parents want you to be, but you're just not quite yourself " he said. Laura smiled and then shook her head "So what you're suggesting is that I'm fake? Honestly how much do you think you know me, Black?" she said stepping forward". "Enough to know you're trying to be someone you are not." he said his voice rising "Oh yeah? If I can remember properly this is the longest conversation we have ever had." she snapped and Sirius knew how wrong she was, he wanted to tell her that they had had a perfectly nice and long encounter in the past but he didn't. "Have you thought about the possibility, that some of us like our lives the way they are? I love my parents and I don't seem to have any difficulty in following what they ask me to do without throwing fits like you." she said. And Sirius laughed slightly "Lestrange don't be so naive for all I know you're parents could be now at a bloody pureblood's tea party setting you up with Evan." he said smirking. Sirius knew how she despised Evan Rosier, Laura's expression however didn't change a bit "You don't know what you're talking about," she said walking past him "But you do!" Sirius yelled after her.

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headcanonsandmore · 5 years

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One of the most unforeseen mis-steps Rowling took in a narrative sense, is how she frames the Weasley family’s relationship to Ron.

(Someone else mentioned this a few days ago in a post, but I couldn’t find their comment anywhere. Please tag them if you do know their URL)

Allow me to explain

Rowling has stated repeatedly in interviews that Ron is incredibly loveable, and that his family genuinely love him with all their hearts. Which is great, until you remember that Rowling gives us virtually nothing in the books to support this.

Rowling is so firm in her belief that Ron is loved by his family, that she never actually puts much into the books to contribute to this. It goes unmentioned, and is left up to the audience to insert into the text. Because Rowling doesn’t think it even needs to be mentioned; to the reader, it should be taken as read that the Weasleys love Ron.

But the books don’t do much to support this view of Rowling’s. There is very little time in the series where Ron is showed genuine love and support by his family; most of the times we do see this is when Ron is injured or hurt in some way, and the more everyday circumstances of Ron being shown love by his family seem to only happen in the first three books (when Rowling was still building the character relationships).

The net result of this narrative mis-step is that we (the readers) rarely -if ever- see Ron being shown genuine love and affection by his family. All we seem to see is an endless stream of teasing, mockery and unintentional neglect. This is true especially of the Twins, but Ginny gets in on this in HBP. Molly only seems to give Ron affection when he’s done something especially brilliant (like getting the prefect badge), but the rest of the time, she’s very limited in her affection for Ron. It’s not emotionally healthy for a teenager (especially one as insecure as Ron) to only receive positive attention when they do something spectacularly brilliant. Especially in the later half of the series, Molly’s interactions with Ron seem to revolve mainly around Molly getting angry at Ron when he expresses an opinion on something (dress robes, Fred and George’s shop, etc.) that she doesn’t agree with. This isn’t intentional on Molly’s part; she’s obviously a loving and caring mother. But we never really see her interacting with Ron in a supportive way; we just see her getting angry at him on the rare occasions he does stand up for himself.

Quite possibly the worst end-result of this is in ‘The Silver Doe’ chapter in the last book. The Horcrux tries to argue that Ron isn’t loved by Hermione, which is a complete lie that the Horcrux created out of the insecurities in Ron’s head. Fairly obvious. It’s been repeatedly shown in the books that Harry and Hermione both prefer Ron to each-other, and that the two Hs consider each other to be their surrogate-sibling. The sheer ludicrousness of the lie is highlighted by Harry and Hermione’s interactions throughout the entire series; they never fancied each other and always viewed the other in a sibling-coded way.

But a lot of the other insecurities the Horcrux verbalised aren’t so easily written off.

“Least loved by the mother who craved a daughter”.

“Always eternally overshadowed”.

After what we’ve seen of Ron’s interactions with his family throughout most of the series, this doesn’t seem purely a lie like the insecurity about Hermione not loving Ron. Not by any stretch. After seven books worth of Ron’s family ignoring, belittling and mocking him with no real relief, this doesn’t come across as just another baseless insecurity.

It comes across as fact.

And all caused by Rowling being so confident in the fact that Ron’s family loved him that she never really showed him getting some genuine affection from them.

#essay #rant #meta #discourse #tw: insecurities #tw: self-doubt #tw: self-esteem issues #tw: self-loathing #tw: low self-esteem #jk rowling critical #ron weasley

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ao3feed-harrydraco · 4 years

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by RaysReads

Every year Hogwarts uses her magic to send out letters to the broken, the bruised, the fractured, the scratched, the hurt.

She gathers her damaged children in her arms, sends them letters shortly past midnight on their first day, and has them gather in the depths of her bosom. The Room of Requirement.

Harry receives one such letter and joins this group of defeated souls. There he meets a Dead-eyed Malfoy, Splintered Parkinson, Selectively mute Edgecomb, Demolished Pucey, Wrecked Carrow twins, a Diggory in Denial, and a Weasley that is barely holding onto sanity with his newfound creature blood. They talk in a mockery of Group Therapy, gossip, play games, watch movies, and try to heal together.

Who knows? Maybe they'll slaughter a Riddle along the way?

Words: 3262, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: Multi

Characters: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Percy Weasley, Adrian Pucey, Flora Carrow, Hestia Carrow, Cedric Diggory, Pansy Parkinson, Marietta Edgecombe

Relationships: Marcus Flint/Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Flora Carrow/OMC

Additional Tags: Abuse, Rape, Manipulation, Triggers, Group Therapy, Room of Requirement, Violence, Blood, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, None of this is super graphic, everything is just mentioned, maybe lightly describe with a few sentences, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, my boy draco is really suffering, im so sorry, Poor Percy, i regret everything and nothing, Everyone Has Issues, Disabled Draco Malfoy, Vampire Percy Weasley, but like supernatural style vampire, with the retractable teeth that go all around the mouth like needles, hes not as bloodthirsty though, cause i wont do that to my baby, Good Marietta Edgecomb, Punk Percy Weasley, Tattoos, Piercings

#ao3feed #fanfic #drarry #harry/draco #ao3feed-harrydraco #ao3

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arcturusblackiii · 4 years

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Title: A thousand dead stars are looking down at you (and you turn and run)

Fandom: Harry Potter Wordcount: 4429 Category: Gen Rating: Teen Relationships: Regulus Black & Sirius Black, James Potter & Sirius Black (to a lesser extent) Characters: Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Walburga Black, Kreacher, James Potter Summary:

Walburga raises her wand, livid fury written on her face as her mouth forms the words for the spell, and Regulus realizes maybe Sirius was right to run away. Basically, Walburga uses Cruciatus on Regulus for some reason or another. Soon followed by Regulus coming to the conclusion that yeah, maybe Sirius was right for running away.

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Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Running away, child abuse, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Sibling Bonding

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"Stop whining like a child, Regulus. You’re bleeding all over my carpet.” Walburga's voice was icey, and his made his blood somehow run colder. "Get up and stop whimpering. You are a Black, you don't cry and bleed. You stand up and live."

Regulus tried desperately to stop trembling. He pushed himself to his feet, and he could feel his blood dripping down from the lacerations on his back.

Regulus tried to stand straight. Stand to attention.

Tried to meet his mother's eyes after she just cursed him.

A drop of blood rolled down his back, feeling like a bug crawling down his flesh.

"Are you sorry Regulus?"

"Yes mother." His voice is robotic. He forces himself to look at her. Forcing his voice to stay even.

"That doesn't sound sincere, Regulus." Her voice was curt and angry. She was always curt and angry. She pointed her wand as him and he flinched.

Hard.

He couldn't help it.

He couldn't suppress it.

Walburga's eyes seemed to be alight with fire and Regulus forced himself not to cower away.

Not to curl up on the floor or run away.

That would only anger her more, running, cowering.

It always did.

"You know Regulus? I always thought you were better than Sirius. I always hoped and wished that miserable, sorry waste of an heir did something so I could burn him from the tree and make you heir."

She cupped his cheek in an almost motherly manner. Hand deceptively gentle yet in no way kind.

"And when I finally got what I wanted for years I was elated." Her hand was cold against his cheek.

"But in the end you both are failures." Her nails dug into his skin. Regulus didn't flinch. "Unfit to lead this house. You are both such disappointments."

She retracted her arm, and her wand was level with his chest.

"You know what spell is used on disappointments, don't you?"

Regulus could recall with vivid clarity the night before Sirius had told him he was going to leave.

Hearing Orion shouting through the floor as he sat curled up in his room. Hearing Sirius screaming right back in vibrant anger and rage.

Hearing Walburga's shrill screams join the cacophony of voices.

Walburga calling him a disappointment and a disgrace.

The usual fighting.

The usual fire burning up from the floorboards. Trapping him in an endless blaze because he could never, ever brave the stairs.

There was a loud crash, not entirely unexpected.

Things would break often in their fights.

But then Sirius screamed.screamed.

Not the angry, sharp shout of anger. Of frustration and pent up rage.

Not that scream.

A scream of true and complete raw agony.

The sound of Sirius having Crusiatus cast on him.

Regulus knew what she was going to cast.

"You were up in your room. Curled into the corner crying because you could hear his screams. Crying because you were too weak to realize he was unfit for his title. To weak to stop caring when I burned him from the tree."

Regulus took a trembling step back. Backing away.

She was insane.

She was deranged.

She was his mother.

"Are you going to run, Regulus?" She asked, eyes glinting with a sharpness that couldn't be human. "Are you going to cower like a child?"

Regulus knew he couldn't escape her. Knew there were several flights of stairs and a locked door between him and the chance of escape.

So he just mutely shook his head.

Running would make her angrier.

Running would leave him more open.

And Walburga smiled. A twisted mockery of warmth.

With her wand inches from his chest, Walburga spoke.

"Crucio."

The spell connected with his flesh.

And Regulus knew pain.

With that fact came the realization he was merely acquainted with it before.

He had thought he had known pain.

Thought the countless hours spent bruised and bloodied in his room were knowing pain.

Thought the feeling of his mother's nails digging into his bruised body was knowing pain.

Thought his head colliding with the bottom step of a flight of stairs after his father tossed him down them was knowing pain.

Thought knowing that Sirius was gone and everything was going to hell in his absence because he's alone with their parents and he had no one was knowing pain.

Those were merely the ghost of a whisper in his ear.

A cold breath on the back of his neck.

A puff of air in his eye.

This was pain grabbing him by the shoulders and screaming in all it's demented glory.

And so Regulus screamed.

He screamed louder than he ever did when Orion beat him.

Louder than he cried into a pillow he had Kreacher silence the night Sirius left.

Louder than the beat of his heart in his ears when he woke up certain death was outside his door in the middle of the night.

He felt his bones turn to jelly and every muscle every nerve every ounce of flesh is agony and he was screaming.

It lasted for eternity and for less than a moment.

Time stretching and shrinking to incorporate an eternity in an instant.

And then it was over.

And Regulus was on the carpet again.

Bleeding.

Walburga's voice echoed above him. Demanding. Nonsensical.

And Regulus couldn't move.

Endless spasms of tortured muscles contorting his shaking limbs and he couldn't move.

Walburga's voice grew louder, angrier, and Regulus's couldn't comprehend.

He tried to push himself up.

He tried to jump to attention.

But his limbs were noodles and his brain was jelly.

And it wasn't long until her screams turned from angry to enraged and darkness tinged his vision in it's deepest darkest quality.

His body seemed to move on it's own.

Standing on its spasming legs, puppeteered without his will.

Imperius.

His eyes were made to focus on his mother's face.

"Are you sorry?" His ears made to comprehend.

"Yes, mother." The words fell from his lips. He didn't want them. "Yes mother I am so incredibly sorry for all I have done. For being a disappointment like my terrible negligent brother. For being too weak to stand after a beating like a proper Black. For being a failure." His mouth made to speak words without his will.

His body made to move through motions he didn't want.

She released him from her iron tight grip on his will. "Now Regulus, honey, are you sorry?"

Regulus couldn't force himself to speak.

Couldn't pry words from his throat.

Couldn't do anything but slowly sink to the ground.

His muscles twitched painfully. His eye ticked and he felt like bugs were crawling under his skin.

"Regulus.. This is your last chance love. Are you sorry?"

Regulus couldn't speak, he flinched at she pointed her wand at him again.

"If you're not sorry I suppose I just have to punish you until you are, hmm?"

Regulus tried to hard to speak but he couldn't manage anything past a squeak.

"Crucio"

The spell cleaved through his body somehow deeper than the last time.

And Regulus screamed.

And screamed.

It lasted longer.

An eternity in a moment stretched to a minute.

A lifetime of agony and then it was over.

And Regulus's entire body felt tingly and cold.

"Are you sorry Regulus?"

Regulus tried to speak.

But his throat was locked with a key he didn't have.

She gave him a moment to answer. And looked dismayed when he couldn't speak. "I guess not, a shame. I wonder if you'll break before you say anything."

"Crusio."

Regulus wouldn't be able to tell you how long she went on until he somehow managed to croak out a sound she took to be an apology.

She smiled - serenely. Full of false joy and forgiveness. And knelt next to him, she lifted his chin so he would be forced to look at her. "Was that so hard, love? It doesn't need to be that hard! You just need to apologize."

Regulus somehow nodded.

Walburga smiled, and patted his head.

"Have Kreacher bring you to your room if you can't walk."

Regulus curled into as small as a ball as he could manage.

Kreacher popped into existence. "..would master Regulus like to go to his room?"

Regulus nodded, and he was in his bed.

Kreacher was perched on the side of his bed.

He looked scared.

It felt like an eternity until his voice returned.

Even longer until he managed to sit up.

Longer still until he convinced himself of the action he must take.

Sirius was right.

Sirius was always right.

There was nothing but pain for them here.

"..Kre- Kreacher.." His voice came out infuriatingly stutteringly.

Kreacher looked up. "..Yes master Regulus?"

"Fetch.. Fetch me a- a good robe."

Kreacher had a robe in an instant.

Regulus took it, but his fingers spasmed and he nearly dropped it.

Kreacher looked at him with a scared expression. "Would master Regulus like assistance?"

"..yes."

He begrudgingly let Kreacher help him put it on.

"...Kreacher.. I- I order you too- too take me to Siri- Sirius." His voice refused to come out even.

He wanted to cry.

"Kreacher cannot do that master Regulus. Kreacher is forbidden."

"...Take me- me to the outside of wherever he is then."

There was a loud pop, and Regulus found himself outside what he assumed was the Potters, on the doorstep.

It was with a spasming hand that Regulus pushed the doorbell.

And the door opened a few moments later.

James.

"..Regulus?"

"Is- is my brother here?"

"..are you alright?"

"I- I- I need him."

Regulus could feel his muscles twitching under his skin.

He couldn't stop his shaky voice. His words from cutting off as some muscle deep in his throat spasmed.

He was sure he was visibly trembling.

"Regulus you look terrible."

"James I- I need Sirius."

"Why are you here? What for?"

Darkness ate away at his peripheral vision, his legs creaking beneath him.

"Please. I- I can't-" Regulus was clutching the railing of the steps to hold himself up. His skin was crawling and he needed Sirius. "I- need him."

James stepped out of the house and fished his wand from his pocket.

A million memories flashed through his brain and he felt himself flinch and he stumbled a few steps back.

He had both his hands on the railing now. Straining to hold himself up.

His bones ached.

James seemed to freeze up. Then slowly replaced his wand into his pocket. He was moving slowly now.

Like he was approaching a hurt animal.

Or a terrified child.

"Did something happen with your parents?"

"I-" Regulus practically swayed into the railing. He doubted he could stand for much longer.

"It- I- I need my- I need my brother."

James hesitantly reached forward.

A single hand to steady him.

Regulus tried to not cower.

To stay strong.

To be a proper Black.

He failed.

"Did they hurt you?" James's eyes were wide and his tone bordering on harsh. "Are you hurt?"

Regulus's heart was beating so hard he felt like it might tear out of his chest.

He nodded.

(Never admit your hurt.)

(Never tell your enemies your injuries.)

(Never Never NeverNevernevernevernever..)

"Okay- okay. Come inside and I'll get Sirius okay?"

Regulus stumbled as he stepped towards James.

Towards what he hoped was safety.

His right leg buckled and James swooped forward. Catching him with ease.

Regulus wanted to scream.

"Bloody hell you're shaking bad."

Regulus hated how he had to cling to James to avoid falling over.

He was deposited on a couch and he collapsed almost bonelessly onto it.

Everything inside him ached.

"Sirius!" James yelled in the direction of the hallway. "Get out here!"

Sirius took his sweet time coming down the stairs, and turned the corner with a rather dull expression.

Then he saw Regulus on the couch.

And his expression shifted to something darker.

His eyes went hard (like Orion when he was raising the cane) and his lips thinned (Like Walburga when she raised her wand) and he walked briskly over.

"James, why is he here?"

His tone was harsh and cold.

Regulus almost forgot how to breathe.

"I don't know! He said he was hurt or something and he kept asking for you!"

Sirius looked at Regulus. "Why are you here, Regulus?"

(Why are you such a failure Regulus? Why couldn't you stay strong Regulus? Why can't you just be quiet Regulus? Why do you why do you why why why whywhywhywhywhy)

"She-" Regulus's voice broke. (Why did he come here? Why did he think Sirius would care after he ran away after he cut ties after they fought after after afterafterafterafter) "She cast-" he couldn't say it. He couldn't talk. He choked on his words and buried his head in his arms.

Why did he come here?

Why did he ever think this was a good idea?

Sirius froze.

"Fuck." Sirius closed the distance and sat next to him. "What did she do?" He put a hand on Regulus's arm.

Regulus couldn't speak he just made some sort of garbled whimper.

"Reggie.." Sirius said slowly. Carefully. Like he was examining the situation. "I can't help you unless you talk alright?"

"Crus- Crusiatus" Regulus stammered. "She used- she used Crusiatus."

He went to go on but Sirius's arms had already wrapped around him.

(This is why he came here this is why)

Strong and healthy and real and alive and safe.

And safe.

Regulus was trembling.

He couldn't stop.

They hadn't beat that out of him yet.

"She- she wouldn't stop." He mumbled. "It- it hurt Siri.."

James was frozen in place at the mumbled confession.

And Sirius squeezed him and his hand dug into the still bleeding still fresh still open cuts on his back and Regulus, while he didn’t scream, made a choked sound that was all too loud for the quiet house.

He jerked back and this wasn't safe and he stared at Sirius.

Sirius was frozen and he realized all too quickly what had happened.

"Fuck. Fuck you're hurt aren't you?" He hesitantly reached out a hand but retracted it as Regulus flinched.

Regulus's heart was beating so hard he could feel it pounding behind his eyes.

Sirius looked stricken.

"Okay how bad is it? Father or mother? Do I need to take you to St. Mungos or is it okay?"

"It's.. Mother. Moth- mother cursed me. That star- that star cutting spell she likes to much."

"Fuck alright that one. Can I touch you or do I just spell the dittany on?"

Regulus didn't know how to respond. He did know that he probably couldn't handle having a wand pointed at him. "I- first one?"

Sirius slowly reached forward and began unbuttoning his robe.

Regulus froze. "I can do that much." He pushed Sirius's hands away and went to unbutton it.

His hands were shaking too badly for him to even undo one.

He felt pathetic.

Sirius did that stupid eyebrow raise as to be like "are you sure you don't need help?" And Regulus just let him.

The silence as Sirius undid the buttons was unbearable.

So he filled it with another confession.

"She- she also- used Imperius."

"Fuck Reggie.." Sirius had a look on his face Regulus couldn't place.

He almost looked scared.

Sirius pulled the robe from his shoulders and he felt cold.

And open.

And vulnerable.

"I'm gonna look at your back now okay Reg?"

"You don't- you don't need to treat me like a- like scared toddler, Siri."

"Yeah but consider if I don't you'll be even pissier or panicking"

"Shut up "

Regulus's back was bare, bruised, and bloody.

Typical for how Sirius would have looked.

"Christ.." Sirius mumbled. "She really went all out didn't she?"

James made a choked sound from where he was standing and Sirius jolted.

Like he had forgotten James was there.

"James he'll be fine, don't freak out over it"

"I'm- I'm going to get the dittany."

"Good plan, Prongs."

James practically bolted away.

Sirius laced his fingers with Regulus's and held his trembling hands. "Care to explain why there are so many bruises?"

"You know why Sirius."

Sirius.

Sirius Sirius Sirius.

He hadnt been allowed to mention his brother he hadn't been allowed to think of his brother he hadn't been allowed his brother.

His name was a comfort on his lips.

Sirius nodded slowly. "Yeah. Yeah I do."

James was back and with a vial of dittany.

Sirius all but snatched it.

Regulus felt cold.

He wrapped his arms around his stomach and waited.

He felt vulnerable.

He felt open.

He wanted to cry.

"Reggie, I'm gonna put on the dittany alright?"

"Not a toddler, but- but okay."

Sirius laughed a bit. "Love you too Reggie."

The dittany soothed the sharp pain of the cuts on his back in a way he didn't even notice was there.

His entire body felt tingly and numb yet raw and painful and the dittany soaked into his skin cool and real.

Sirius finished and then grabbed a blanket off the edge of the couch and wrapped it around Regulus's shoulders, before messing up his hair in a manner that was so familiar that he almost burst into tears.

He had missed him so much.

"There we go. Now I'm gonna hug you for a long time and pretend I'm not crying because I missed you."

It hit Regulus with rather certainly that Sirius knew him better than anyone. That Sirius had always been there and of course he would miss him too.

Sirius pulled him into a hug and Regulus felt tears spring into his eyes.

He was safe

Sirius was here.

He didn't mean to start crying, but a sob rattled from his lungs and Sirius without a word hugged him tighter.

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James was, short of another word, freaking out.

Regulus has shown up out of nowhere and admitted to having two unforgivables used on him before just collapsing into Sirius's arms crying.

His back looked like someone had carved into it with a knife and there were so many bruises.

He felt sick.

And what was worse was Sirius hadn't even seemed surprised.

Like he had somehow known what to expect.

Like it was typical.

James was horrified and he didn't know what to do. His parents were out and Regulus probably needed a serious healer. (Crusiatus! He had CRUCIATUS used on him!) and Sirius just held him - talking too quietly for him to hear.

Eventually Regulus stopped weeping.

But he was still shuddering with every second.

His eyes twitched despite being closed tightly.

His fingers spasmed as he clutched into Sirius like his life depended on it.

He seemed animated by spasms and ticks.

He seemed animated as his muscles crawled.

"Is.. Regulus you're uh. You're.. Twitching a lot? Should I- is there something we should do?"

Regulus didn't exactly respond as much as he pressed his face into Sirius's shoulder. Ignoring him.

"It's normal, James." Sirius's voice was low, and rather quiet.

"Is it? Is there a potion he takes or..?"

"No James- It's not- It's an effect of the fucking pain curse. It's not normal normal but it's not a surprise either."

"Uh- I didn't know that."

"You didn't grow up with Walburga as your mother."

"Fair."

"Look- Cruciatus attacks your muscles and makes them all cramp. I'd be far more worried if he wasn't bloody twitching."

"...?"

"If he wasn't twitching the muscles would have been damaged or shit." Sirius's grip on Regulus tightened a bit. Reg's head was tucked into his shoulder. "Then we'd be going to St. Mungos."

"We're still taking him to St. Mungos - when did you decide we weren't?"

"....we can't James."

"Why the hell not?"

Regulus took a shuddering breath. "Because our- me and- and Sirius's family and the- the Malfoys fund the place."

"What does that have to do with any of it???"

"They'd sell his location out in a minute, and besides Crusiatus is rather harmless."

"Rather harmless?? Sirius it's the PAIN CURSE"

"It doesn't scar or leave long term marks unless it goes on for bloody hours- He'll be bloody fine as long as" Sirius turned his attention to the 14 year old with his head ducked into his shoulder "You get some bloody sleep Reggie."

"....no.."

"We should still go to a healer!" James cut in. "Regulus your back is in pieces and you are covered in bruises. You need a healer."

Sirius blinked at James. "...you know we've dealt with much worse right? Well actually no- Crusiatus is new but cuts and bruises? Fuck James we've delt with broken bones."

"You- what?"

"Reggie here was tossed down the stairs and broke his arm and we did all we could until next Hogwarts year before showing up in Pomfreys and having her heal it before the sorting even happened."

".....I hated that"

"What the fuck."

"James It's- James it's alright?"

"No it's fucking not you never told me it was that bad!"

"James it was just- that's just how it was?"

"Please stop arguing," Regulus said a bit loudly. "I can't- I just-" Regulus almost shivered as he pulled himself away from Sirius. Extracting himself from Sirius's embrace and huddling under the blanket. He looks younger than he is. "I can't deal with- with arguing right now."

"I just- it's not okay how they treated you two." James's eyes were still wide and he looked so concerned.

"I know." Sirius said as he sat up and attempted to tug Regulus into his side.

Regulus exhaled sharply but let himself fall on his shoulder.

You could see his muscles twitching.

"How do you feel Reggie? I should have asked you that a while ago."

"....unwell. I- I feel terrible. Everything feels like- bad. Sort of numb but also like my entire body is asleep? It- it kind of hurts but.. Not as bad as earlier. And- I don't like it."

James made a distressed sound.

"But you can feel yourself leaning against me right?"

"Yeah.."

"Anything else?"

"I'm.. I'm really cold?"

Sirius started fussing with the blanket so it covered him more. Regulus didn't object.

"I'm.. Also rather tired…"

"You should sleep then Reg."

"...I don't want to."

"Then what do you want to do?"

"....sit here with you?"

"If you sleep here with me it's pretty much the same thing."

"It's not."

"Sleep will help you. James can you go get the dreamless sleep?"

"I don't need that!" Regulus snapped. "I haven't in years."

"Yeah well Reggie, you look exhausted and you need to sleep because your tired and were fucking crucioed multiple times and also it's 10pm anyway."

"No."

"I will cast a sleep hex."

"...those give me nightmares you know that. Also- please don't point a wand at me right now.."

"Yeah I'll get it." James cut in.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — —

James went to get the potion.

When he came back Regulus was sitting up, still huddled under the blanket but no longer leaning on Sirius's shoulder.

He started at the dreamless sleep with slight disdain, and reached to pour it.

"Wow Reggie I'm so proud you're taking care of yourself."

"You're making me drink it."

"Yes?"

Regulus's fingers spasmed right before he grabbed it, and almost knocked over the bottle.

Sirius sighed and knocked his hand away, pouring enough for almost 12 hours of sleep into the cup.

"...that's so much."

"Yeah and you need to sleep."

"But- that's so long!"

"Mmhm."

"Are you going to make me drink it if I refuse?"

"Probably."

Regulus grimaced and reached for the cup. "Fine."

Sirius caught his hand.

"You know, I don't trust you not to drop the cup."

"...Sirius, no."

"I don't want you spilling it."

"Sirius I can hold a cup." Regulus reached out and picked it up, and Sirius's hand snapped out to hold it too.

"Compromise?"

"Eurgh. Fine."

Regulus drank it without putting up a fight.

He yawned immediately and Sirius quickly became a living pillow/comfort object as Regulus fell asleep against him.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — —

As soon as Regulus was asleep Sirius seemed to fracture.

The collected calm vanished as soon as Regulus was asleep and Sirius covered his mouth and hunched over.

James sat down next to him forward and Sirius looked up with a panicked expression.

"Sirius?"

"I left him James. I left him there and now this happened. I left him and now- oh god oh fuck."

"Sirius.."

"He's just a fucking kid I should have known they would do this I should have fucking known she would do this."

"Sirius how could you possibly have known she would use Cruciatus?"

"Because she bloody did it to me James!" Sirius snapped. "Remember how I called you up and said I was going to run away randomly? She fucking used it on me the night before and that pushed me over the edge. I should have fucking known."

"Sirius why didn't you tell me I would have come and got you immediately?"

"Of course I bloody didn't! You can't just- you can't just tell people that- that Walburga Black used Crusiatus - it would- god I'd have been swarmed by interviewers and Arcturus would get involved and Reggie would have panicked and- the fucking tabloids."

"Sirius…" James pulled Sirius into a hug. Sirius wrapped his arms around him and held back a sob.

"I- I don't even know. I just- I fucking abandoned him James. I left him alone and of course this fucking shit happened he doesn't know how to deal with them he grew up with me protecting him from them why did I think he would be safe?"

James hugged him tighter.

"He's 14 James he's just 14."

"He's safe now Sirius. He's not going back to them."

"I left him-"

"You saved yourself."

Sirius took a long trembling breath.

"It's okay Sirius."

"It's not!"

"Well, there is nothing you can do about it now right?"

"I- I left him."

"He's okay now."

Sirius shook his head. "Did you see his fucking.. Did you see how many bruises there were?"

"Yes."

"They hurt him."

"They hurt you."

"I left him."

"He's safe now.."

Sirius hugged James tighter one last time and pulled back, before rubbed his eyes. "He's just 14."

"You were 15."

"....yeah."

Regulus shifted a bit next to Sirius and leaned into him a bit more.

Sirius froze, fearing he was awake and heard all of that.

But Regulus just laid there.

Sirius laughed a bit hysterically. "I'm never fucking letting him out of my sight again."

#Regulus Black #Sirius Black #hp fanfic #hp series #Brothers Black #Fanfic #text #my writing #my fic #mine #James Potter #Walburga Black #child abuse cw #crying cw

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#shitpost #meme #rowling mockery tag #coraline #the beldam #beldam #the other mother #other mother #neil gaiman

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Words Unspoken https://ift.tt/RDwnf7V by Kjableek Hermione Granger stepped through her floo with her fists clenched. How could this have happened? Fuck. After how hard she fought against this legislation, it still happened. She paced her living room floor still fuming after that mockery of a ceremony. Then she heard the floo roar to life and she knew he walked into her home…their home now. Hermione turned around and let her eyes travel up from his dragon leather shoes to his expertly tailored three-piece suit that probably cost more than her mortgage. But she was sure with Gringotts vaults like his, he could afford it. Now, they were her vaults as well and the weight of that realization felt heavy on her left hand. Hermione finally looked up into his stormy gray eyes and they both just stared at each other. They hadn’t said anything since those two words in front of the Ministry Official. What was there to say? They both stood there in silence waiting for the other to make the first move. Or, in which Hermione Granger is forced to marry Draco Malfoy and they take part in a petty silent treatment game. Words: 4373, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Forced Marriage, Explicit Sexual Content, Hermione Granger is a Little Shit, Hermione Granger is So Done, Draco Malfoy is a Little Shit, Draco Malfoy is Good at Sex, Draco Malfoy Has a Large Cock, Draco Malfoy is Clueless About Muggle Things, Explicit Language, Eventual Smut, Porn With Plot, POV Hermione Granger via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/Ac4Homp November 18, 2023 at 02:32AM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

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John Nettleship and the roots of Severus Snape

I wrote some of this earlier as a reblog to one of @feelabitfree posts, but I feel like more people could be interested in the subject, so I’m putting it in its own post for the general tag.

So this is about John Nettleship, the man who was one of JK Rowling's inspirations to create the character of Severus Snape.

He was Head of Science at Wyedean School in Sedbury, Gloucestershire, where he taught Chemistry to JK, who began studying at the school in September 1976. Her mother, Anne, worked as a technician in the Science department from 1978. He was often known as "Stinger" by pupils due to his last name being "Nettleship".

Yes, those are images of Mr. Nettleship in his science lab.

I learned that John, even though he was surprised and mortified at first, later on felt honored for his connection to Severus and wanted it to be remembered. This is all taken from this article, which provides detailed information about... a bit of everything (really), from people who knew him well. There is also this condensed version of it. (And I’d say: do visit the source, there’s a lot of interesting info on other stuff about Snape in there).

John at the time that he taught Rowling was in his thirties, like Snape in the books; whip-thin and (in the words of a former student) "ghostly white", with swinging curtains of long and often rather greasy black hair, a burning gaze, an intense manner, irregular teeth and a rather large nose, and was often a bit scruffy and unkempt, even though he was always fastidiously clean.

This is John in 1976, 4 weeks after JK started at Wyedean.

He was a lifelong Labour Party activist and he later became a much-re-elected local councillor.

An innovative, inspirational teacher and an advocate of child-centred learning, John cared deeply about teaching and about his students, but when Rowling knew him his first marriage was failing and he was dazed with insomnia, which explains why Snape is so angry and excitable. He also had to compensate for looking about eighteen - and for the children’s mockery of his social clumsiness.

(…) As a child he suffered extreme physical abuse from youths running a Cub Scouts troop. At the school he taught at before Wyedean his colleagues marginalised and bullied him for his outspoken independence, and at both schools he endured Marauder-like verbal and physical attacks from certain students: but at both there were also students who admired and supported him.

(...) He remembered Rowling, who had spent her break-times in the office he shared with her mother, with fond admiration, and became an active fan who conducted Snape-tours while wearing an academic gown, and lectured on likely local inspirations for people and places in the Potterverse.

Photos of John when he was 39 and 41 years old, respectively (second one was cut by himself because he didn’t want the entire world seeing his nipples, but the writer of the article makes a point to stress that he had remarkably thin arms).

John did the Rowling family a great favour, for as Head of Science at Wyedean Comprehensive in Sedbury he hired Anne Rowling, a woman already partially disabled by multiple sclerosis and almost certain to get worse, at a time when no-one else would, and took her on as a Biology lab. assistant. He remembered Anne as a jolly, humorous woman with what she herself called "a dirty great laugh". He was enormously fond of her and fought the school tooth and nail to get improved disability-access for her: in particular, to have a lavatory installed in the science block so she wouldn't have to struggle back to the main building several times a day. All that is unambiguously good in Snape, his intelligence, wit and passion for his subject, his showmanship and fluency, his protectiveness of others, his courage, love, loyalty, honesty, dedication and sense of duty, his independence and his moral seriousness, is identifiably derived from John.

There is some discussion in the article about how he believed he probably had Asperger’s Syndrome and so some of his behaviour was actually due to missing social cues and not out of spite and rage as JK maybe interpreted (and wrote Snape’s background in order to explain).

In JK's drawings of him, Snape often has a stubble and is shown wearing a Dracula-collared cloak which are never described as such in the books, but could be inspired by John and this high-collared hippyish jacket he used to wear.

Also, let me show the Snape fandom this thing his son made because it is adorable and you'll feel proud:

Now I want to finish this long ass post with this: John also enjoyed singing! And if you’re interested in hearing the original strong baritone voice that inspired our favorite overgrown bat, you can do that right here (there’s also a video on the link).

#severus snape #john nettleship #pro snape #snapedom #harry potter #my rants

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The Peace Not Promised

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3q5qkMU

by Tempest_Kiro

His life had been a mockery to itself, as too his death it seemed. For what kind of twisted humour would force Severus Snape to relive his greatest regret? To return him to the point in his life when the only person that ever mattered in his life had already turned away.

Words: 23264, Chapters: 4/99, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Lily Evans Potter, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore

Relationships: Lily Evans Potter/Severus Snape

Additional Tags: redo, Slytherin Politics, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Romance, slytherin tactics, Peggy Sue

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Severus Snape #Snape #Professor Snape #SS

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Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Potter/Salazar Slytherin Characters: Harry Potter, Salazar Slytherin Additional Tags: Kidnapping, Character Death, drugged Harry

Asleep Salazar found him at the top of the Northern tower, staring listlessly out into the dark. There were no stars, and the moon was a thin silver-white sickle hidden behind dark clouds. He was shivering, his frail shoulders trembling under the thin material of his nightshirt, and Salazar couldn't help the concern rising up inside him. It was cold enough that he suspected it might snow, cold enough that he could feel the wind biting at his nose and cheeks until they were flushed red, and here his lover with only the flimsiest piece of cloth to shield him from harsh winds. "Harry," he called, striding forward, and a touch to the delicate back verified what he'd unfortunately suspected already - the man hadn't even cast a warming charm to shield against the cold. "It's freezing out here," he murmured, his brow creasing as he failed to garner a response. "What are you doing?" Finally Harry shrugged, just a slight movement of small shoulders. His mouth worked upwards in a mockery of a smile, looking far too sad to even pretend to fool Salazar. The older man's frown deepened, but he was unable to think about anything but the weather, and how his lover might catch something. "Come inside, love," he whispered encouragingly. He lowered his voice and repeated himself, this time hissing in the language of serpents, "come inside where it's warmer." The Parseltongue seemed to snap Harry out of whatever fey mood had befallen him, because he straightened suddenly and shook his head. "I think I prefer it out here, actually," he said softly, but his voice was firm and Salazar knew immediately that his lover would not be swayed. The man was stubborn like that. So instead he removed his outer cloak and draped it over Harry, using the excuse to wrap his arms around the shorter man and pull him to against his body. Harry automatically nestled his head underneath Salazar's chin, the two of them slotting together perfectly, and they stood in silence as soft, pure white snow began to fall.

Salazar bent his neck to press his lips against the skin where Harry's ear meet his head, scenting the wild fragrance of berries and flowers that clung to his beloved, and suddenly Harry let out a shuddering breath, as if he were crying. He froze suddenly as the peaceful atmosphere crashed and his heart began to race in panic. He'd never felt so foolish as he did when, upon turning Harry in his arms to see his face, he indeed found the wet tracks that betrayed Harry's tears to him. He'd thought them to be enjoying a brief moment of peace, of affectionate proximity, and yet he'd read the situation so badly that Salazar began to doubt other moments too, other conversations and late nights spent with Harry's back pressed to his chest. He'd imagined then too that they were happy, content, but had Harry been upset then too? How long had his little wizard been unhappy, and how terrible a lover was he to not have noticed? Harry was crying louder now, biting his lip to keep the sobs at bay, and Salazar felt so utterly useless, not knowing what to do. Eventually he just pulled Harry's face into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly about the slim shoulders and pressing a kiss to wild black curls. "What's wrong, dear one?" he murmured, rocking them slightly from side to side where they stood. "Why do you cry?" Harry's fingers were tightly entwined with his robes, but as Salazar spoke he balled up a hand into a feeble fist and hit him - or pushed him really, in the chest. And then came the whisper that froze his very soul. "I can't do this anymore." He felt as if his heart skipped a beat, as if his blood raced faster than ever possible though his veins. He felt warm despite the cold wind, and he prayed that he'd heard wrong. He must have heard wrong, he told himself. Harry could never leave him, would never leave him. Harry loved him, more than his own life - he could not possibly have said what Salazar thought he'd said. And so the taller wizard asked, hesitantly, "What did you say?" Harry took a deep breath, clearly calming himself before pushing away from Salazar's embrace. "I said," he says, his voice hoarse and quiet but sure, so sure, "I can't do this anymore." Salazar stared at Harry, reaching a hand up to pull a stray lock of hair behind the delicately shaped ear. Harry closed his eyes and winced, almost as if Salazar was hurting him but allowed it nonetheless. The older wizard swallowed a few times, then laughed hollowly. "I don't understand," he admitted, as if it were a great burden to reveal his shortcomings. Harry's face practically morphed with a suddenness that caught Salazar off guard until he was practically snarling, and he pulled himself away from Salazar's lingering touch with a violence that shook the wizard. "You don't understand?" he asked incredulously. "You don't understand?" And he pushed at Salazar again forcing back a step. "I can't stand it! I can't live like this anymore!" He seemed incensed, his eyes flashing green with fire and energy like it hadn't for a long time. Salazar wondered why he hadn't noticed that either, but the thought quickly passed as he too became angry. "What are you talking about, Harry!" he exclaimed. "You have everything you need, everything you want! What are you so lacking, what is troubling you so much that you'd rather this than talk to me?" "Talk to you?" Harry's face darkened. "I've done nothing but talk to you! I've tried being kind, I've tried being civil, and I've even tried to threaten you, but you won't listen!" Where before Harry had been crying in sorrow, he seemed more prepared to curse Salazar now. He gazed at Harry, a realisation dawning inside him, and Harry seemed to read his face right, because he glared. "Don't you dare pretend not to know what I am speaking of," he said darkly. "You know exactly what I'm talking about!" And though he did not want to admit it, Salazar indeed knew exactly what bothered his lover so. He sighed, as if Harry had sorely disappointed him or let him down. "So big a fuss, over such a little matter?" he said, annoyed, but it only seemed to incense Harry further. "Little, is it?" he practically growled, freezing in place like it was the only thing keeping him under control. "You think I don't know what you've stashed underneath the castle, beloved?" And Salazar froze, because how on earth did Harry know? He'd been so careful, so discreet in his doings, that he'd been sure nobody else knew of his plan. He'd taken every precaution he possibly could, and yet- "How?" He asked. Harry's eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms over his chest. "You know," he started conversationally, and yet his tone was absolutely frigid, "despite all of your intelligence and smarts, you've always had a tendency to underestimate others, and overestimate yourself." "What in the name of Hecate is that supposed to mean-" Salazar started angrily, only to be cut off. "I mean," Harry interrupted, "that you like to forget you're not the only one who speaks Parseltongue unless it suits you. I mean that you seem to think nobody will notice your absences, coupled with pathetic excuses every time you return. Do you think we're all idiots, Salazar?" There was an awkward silence as Salazar tried to think, tried to speak, but failed. Harry watched him with a strange sort of vindictive, righteous pleasure, and Salazar irked at the all-knowing nod of Harry's head. "Yes," he whispered, as if Salazar had proven his every suspicion true. "I imagined so." He took a step back, gazing at Salazar as if he was already far away. He looked as if his face would once again crumple under the force of tears, but then Harry breathed in hard and blinked long and slow. "I think, Salazar," he murmured, "that I'll be leaving tonight. There is nothing more to be said here." And he turned, his back and shoulders looking a lot less fragile and a lot firmer now, despite that they suffered the same cold under the same thin material. Salazar watched, silent, as Harry walked away from him without once looking back, and felt a strange sort of crushing in his chest. He couldn't let Harry leave him, but he had never felt more powerless. Harry knew him, knew his words and his expressions, and knew what lay behind them no matter his Salazar tried to conceal. None of his words, none of his promises would do any good here - Harry would see right through them all. He looked down from the tower on which he stood alone, and watched as the snow began to fall. He imagined Harry, rummaging through their shared rooms and slowly removing all the pieces of his existence from the room. He imagined Harry wiping himself from Salazar's reality like one would wipe a spill of milk from the table, leaving no evidence that anything had ever been to the contrary. He imagined returning to that room as the sun climbed it's way to a new day, and finding a room that told naught of their shared life, and abhorred the very thought. A strange desperation overcame him, and perhaps later Salazar would think back on the emotion and name it madness. Now, however, he was caught helplessly in its tangled web, and in a sudden rush he hurried his way down to the dungeons. Harry had changed, his robes now a thicker, warmer black meant for winter daywear. His cloak lay to the side - a gift from Salazar, sometime a year ago. He'd packed his belongings into his small satchel, and was just lacing his boots up when Salazar entered the darkened room. His back was still to the taller man, and the teacher did not hesitate in raising his smooth black wand at the unprotected back. Harry must have heard him, because he turned with a small, almost imperceptible frown. "Salazar?" he said. "What-" His eyes widened at the sight of the wand pointing at him. He opened his mouth, no doubt to discourage the man from whatever he was thinking, but the regretful shaking of his head made him desist. Harry looked so lost then, so young, that Salazar was reminded painfully of the young man he'd met so many years ago, of the late night talks and quiet, comfortable dancing in the privacy of their quarters. "I'm sorry," he whispered, and he meant it. Harry's eyes darkened, his pupils dilating, and looking into them Salazar could almost pretend it was a look of attraction and not panic. Want, and not fear. There was a flash of light, and then he was gathering the frozen body to his chest, murmuring promises of love and care softly to the unresponsive man as he lifted Harry into his arms. After a second's consideration, he flicked his wand to hover the pack behind him, and made his way to the chamber Harry had only alluded to knowing the existence of. He'd had concerns, before - setting Parseltongue passwords meant the other founders couldn't get in, but it did not stop Harry from discovering it - Harry, who was by far the most perceptive of them all anyway, especially when it concerned Salazar. Of course, that was no longer an issue now. There was a potion he had in mind, an idea forming just as he'd induced sheep in his lover and held his still, limp body. It'd take him maybe a day's work to brew, and then his Harry would never be able to leave him again. He laid the smaller body down with all the gentleness of a gardener handling rare and valuable flowers, and covered the body with a thin blanket before getting to work. Harry awoke twice during the process, both times attempting to stumble off the cot he lay on and potentially leave, but both times Salazar managed to catch him just before he fell and return him to his calmer state. He woke for the last time just as Salazar was bottling the potion in question, but this time he didn't move. Salazar sighed and went to sit by him, running his fingers through the beautiful, thick black locks in as soothing a motion as he could manage. Harry looked at him, his green eyes almost luminous in the dim, flickering light of the torches, and they stayed like that for a time that seemed to almost last forever. The older wizard smiled in what he hoped was a comforting expression, and reached calmly for the freshly-brewed potion. Just as he went to un-stopper it, he felt hesitant fingers on his wrist. He looked back questioningly, and Harry's mouth had twisted sadly. "Please," he whispered, so beautiful, so scared. Salazar looked on in silence as Harry gazed, beseeching but already defeated, until eventually the younger man dropped his eyes. Still saying nothing, he reached behind Harry's head to encourage his pink mouth open, and without preamble poured the viscous liquid in. "Sleep, dearest," he murmured, and watched contently as bright green eyes turned delicately hazy before finally shutting. Harry never saw the daylight again. He barely woke again, only opening his eyes for the brief hours that Salazar could escape and feed him the antidote, but by the end of their time together Salazar would once again send him off to sleep. He tried to fight, at first. Salazar tried to explain why it was necessary, that he was only doing this for them, for their love, but time and time again the younger man would try to hit Salazar, or run when his back was turned. One memorable time he'd tried to feed the potion meant for him to Salazar, and had almost managed except that the continued unconsciousness for such long periods of time had made him week and slow. Salazar could easily defend himself. However, despite that Harry would potentially do him harm, Salazar never held it against his lover. Instead he tried his best to make the younger wizard understand, and then to hold him when he couldn't. Eventually, despite his best efforts, Harry just became desensitised. He'd sit there, completely unresponsive as Salazar tried to talk to him. It was frustrating, and outside of his time in the Chamber it pushed him to increasingly violent lengths. He began being more and more open about his distaste for impure blood, his dislike turning to hate until the founders would not abide by his purist ways. His friends, who'd once stood in solidarity by him as he mourned the loss of his lover, now stood behind him as they pushed him out of Hogwarts castle, his home. Though he tried several times to return and see Harry one last time, to talk to him before he himself passed, he never managed to retrieve Harry. The man remained in his spellbound state until Salazar died of old age and loneliness, and even then Harry slept in the chamber without ageing, looking as young as he once had when he and Salazar had been happy. But even though he looked like he was merely asleep, by the time a young Tom Riddle found his way into the chamber on whispered promises of power, Harry Potter could no longer be awoken.

#Heichou writes #Harry Potter fanfiction #Salazar Slytherin/Harry Potter #tw: kidnapping #tw: non-consentual drug use #tw: character death

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