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supernova3110 · 2 years

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Introducing unknown Death Eater

(So people use them in their fanfictions)

Scabior

What happened to him?

He was a Snatcher in the gang led by Fenrir Greyback during the height of the Second Wizarding War but he wasn’t a werewolf. By the way, his first name was never mentioned. Instead, he was a Slytherin in his youth. He must has shaped by his environment (family, friends, Hogwarts house, just prejudices) or something special must have happened…

Authors could answer the question why a privileged young wizard with high ambitions (since he was sorted into Slytherin) endet up hunting muggelborn people under the command of a “low creature” like a werewolf. What happened?

Little is known about Scabiors early life, born in the same time period as the marauders. That gives much freedom for creating his childhood and Hogwarts stay. At some point, Scabior was imprisoned in Azkaban for undisclosed crimes, but was released sometimes on August, 1997. What happened?

Scabior was among the group that captured Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley in the spring of 1998. On Greyback's orders, he checked the list of truants, searched the prisoners' tent for Harry's glasses, read a cutting from the Daily Prophet and expressed terrified awe at the thought of summoning Voldemort.

He was the only member of the group not to jeer when Greyback expressed a desire to bite Hermione, instead encouraging his leader to restrain himself.

What goes on inside his head? On the one hand, he doesn’t want „low creatures“ like werewolves to kill wizard and witches (even „mudbloods“), but on the other hand, he serves Greyback!! Is it his own free will or is he forced by Voldemort who he is (proved) afraid of ?

Having taken the trio to Malfoy Manor, Scabior assured Narcissa the prisoner they had caught was Harry Potter. Later, when Bellatrix took Godric Gryffindor's Sword from one of the Snatchers, Scabior drew his wand on her but was quickly stunned. Draco then moved Scabior's unconscious form to the courtyard with those of the other Snatchers.

What happened after that?

He also knew Stanley Shunpike and would later recall that the bus driver had given him grief. What happened?

Scabior participated in the Battle of Hogwarts, leading an army of Snatchers. He nearly ran into the protective enchantments cast by the Hogwarts staff, which killed and disintegrated a number of Snatcher.

Later, Scabior led the Snatchers into the Wooden Bridge, where he briefly duelled Neville Longbottom before the latter cast a spell to make the bridge collapse and inevitably fell to his death into the chasm below.

What a dishonorable and uncivil life and death for someone with great ambition and opportunity.

What happened?

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camelliacats · 1 year

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long way down

Have some Stanior feels set amidst the final battle. ;3

Fic: "long way down" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: implied Scabior/Stan Shunpike

Rating: very light T

Words: ~1,580

Additional info: romance, slash, cross gen, angst, Harry's era, 3rd person POV

Summary: Scabior's supposed to feel a sense of pride, leading part of this storm into the castle, across the bridge. Then why does it feel like a trap, with no hands out to catch him if he falls?

Various things set Snatchers apart from Death Eaters. There was the obvious lack of a brand on the inner left forearm, of course. There was the brilliant wardrobe, secondly. There was, most importantly, on overreliance on magic on the part of the Death Eaters.

That last notion in particular came to mind tonight as Scabior raised his head in the evening air and gave the dampness a sniff.

"What've you got?" came somewhere off to his left.

"Shh," Scabior rushed, half in annoyance, half to concentrate.

The voice's owner went still behind him. Others with him didn't pipe up after that, some perhaps waiting for Scabior's opinion.

But, when he settled on one, he found he wasn't keen to share it. At least, not with everyone present. No…

Not when something felt odd tonight, and that something reeked in the air.

Scabior didn't have Greyback's senses, of course, so he doubted the other Snatchers would put much faith in his caution now, despite Scabior's good nose on previous hunts. Not to mention several of these Snatchers, including the one who'd just spoken up (Rumford, an all right bloke), were low-level Death Eaters on loan well past their previous assignment ages ago.

At that thought, Scabior put his concern on hold and glanced behind him, picking out Faraday's men in an instant. Rumford was close by, near one of Scabior's trusted, the exceptionally tall and reedy Barkin. Rumford had taken to learning the ropes from Barkin in Moyer's place the last several months, since Moyer had grown indignant and wanted out after barely more than a few weeks. Speaking of the git—Scabior spied the burly bastard dressed once more in all black, more comfortable with the newly recruited Death Eaters back along the tree line than up front by the covered bridge with sympathizers and Snatchers. Well, Moyer could stay there, for all Scabior cared. Moyer was a pain in the arse anyhow. Unlike—

Unfocused eyes stopped staring out over the gorge and drifted Scabior's way, and blue eyes met blue.

Scabior pursed his lips, tamping down his frown about the odd air the longer Shunpike held his gaze. Faraday thought Shunpike trouble, keeping the young wizard Imperiused all the time. But the witch simply didn't understand that didn't have to be the case with Shunpike.

Scabior… Scabior knew Shunpike's story, because it wasn't far from his own. It was how the two men had come to an agreement of sorts, how they'd become confidants little by little over the past few months, without the need to take away Shunpike's freedom, only for him to feign it in front of others.

A broken twig snapped to his right, alerting him that Shunpike had inched forward and then frozen.

Scabior froze, too, and clenched his jaw. It was a dangerous game they played, keeping Shunpike's head down and the ruse up. It didn't help that, with the barrier around the castle and the odd air, things had Scabior on edge right now.

To the point where, if he had a choice, he wouldn't lead this charge tonight.

But he had to be alone in his opinion, because others paced around him and Shunpike, some hooted and hollered, more taunted the students waiting across the bridge behind the suits of armor come to life, and even more behind him and Shunpike didn't bother keeping their voices down much at all, acting as though this were merely a small stop before the Dark Lord took care of things, made history, and the Wizarding world changed forever.

And that would be the case. Everyone who sided with the Dark Lord or against the Ministry's abusive powers or just because was here tonight, to change the world.

So Scabior set aside his fear of the something odd and focused on that, because he was done being one of those victims of those with power and a name. He glanced at Shunpike then.

With everyone else's attention diverted, Shunpike didn't try as hard this second to pretend. His lips parted in a tiny, puckered, concerned "o" and his brow was furrowed. He was waiting for Scabior to share what had made the older wizard go quiet.

But Scabior closed his eyes and shook his head, assuring Shunpike not to worry. And, when he opened his eyes, something invisible fluttered into being in front of him, burning to a crisp, crumbling to ashes, fading just as quickly as it arrived. …the barrier.

The barrier was down.

The chaos of the assembled behind him converged into a concentrated attack when victorious whoops rang out, and a reinvigorated Scabior held his wand high, leading the way across the bridge.

A lanky but worn student had come partway onto the bridge to taunt them but turned heel and ran the moment Scabior and the others gave chase, and the thunder of footsteps—dozens of them, no, hundreds—clamored after him. The pounding footfall echoed in the covered bridge, so loud Scabior almost couldn't hear himself laugh, and he couldn't hear Shunpike, either, when the younger wizard yelped something behind him—

Ah.

No, wait.

It wasn't the footfall that was deafening.

During their charge forward, there had been charges set off under the bridge.

The chaos of the assembled behind Scabior returned but morphed into panic, into screams and hollers and cries for help and desperate attempts at magic to save themselves. Bodies and splinters and bridge and fire rained down as Scabior and Shunpike and few more poured on what little speed they had left, to try and reach the safety of the other side.

But it was no use.

The ground beneath Scabior's feet crumbled. He knew he should've trusted his instincts (they were what made him an excellent Snatcher, after all). Instead, here he was, his heart plummeting into his stomach as he drop, drop, dropped, flailing out of instinct like any other hapless animal.

…but…he wasn't an animal.

None of them—not his Snatchers—they weren't animals or the lowest of lows or beyond saving.

That struck Scabior when a hand shot out from thin air and jerked him to a stop.

Pain snapped him out of his dismal thoughts, and Scabior followed the arm up to the face of his savior…and he gaped at Shunpike.

Shunpike couldn't pretend to be Imperiused right now, but they had bigger worries, certainly. For one, Shunpike had managed to cling to one of the broken but still standing structural beams, up towards the top. But the knuckles of his right hand which clung to the beam were pure white, and sweat dripped from his brow. He was holding on—quite literally—for life.

For his and Scabior's, both.

"C'mon, then," Shunpike said, though his voice was strained.

Scabior blinked away his stupor and pursed his lips once more. "Come where?"

"I don' 'ave me wand, Scabior. Lost it instead of me life." He grinned (always toothy and a bit goofy, but genuine nevertheless) and tried pulling Scabior up. But Shunpike's grin dimmed as he struggled to heave the other man up. His willowy arm had a good grip but terrible lifting power. And his other arm wouldn't hold on to what remained of the structural beam forever.

They locked eyes as the weight of reality clicked into place. Scabior opened his mouth—

But Shunpike beat him to the punch with a glare. "If you say sumfink stupid like 'Save youself,' then I'll just 'ex you meself when I find a new wand, you wanker."

Getting chewed out right now, of all times, and by Shunpike no less… It was so absurd that Scabior couldn't help it: He laughed. It was a hearty sound and feeling, and he did agree with Shunpike for a beat, that perhaps he was a wanker, when they hadn't even exhausted all their options yet. So Scabior, who'd been clutching Shunpike's outstretched arm with both hands, pried one hand free to pat his own person for his wand. They ought to have time enough to try a spell or two—

Scabior blanched, his good humor evaporating.

Shunpike, having gotten so much better at reading him during his stay with the Snatchers, stared at Scabior, wide-eyed.

But no. Scabior had been fearful before, about tonight. He wouldn't let panic set in, even when he switched hands and—and felt that no, he truly was wandless…

Shunpike's arm strained as the younger wizard scrambled to haul Scabior up. But as he focused on his left and its precious cargo, the grip of his right arm on the beam began to slip. It wasn't noticeable at first, but then they slid by a centimeter and another and then by two inches.

"Shunpike—"

"No! Don' distract me right now—"

"Shunpike—"

"I won' 'ear you—"

"Stan." Scabior's smile was small and tight when Shunpike whipped his head around, unaccustomed to the use of his given name by the Snatcher. Scabior rested his head against Shunpike's sleeve and pressed a grateful kiss to the back of the hand holding on to him.

But the gesture only worried Shunpike even more, despite their confidants-and-something-oddly-more status. Fear renewed his strength. He tugged Scabior impossibly closer, and Shunpike's face was nearly within reach.

Blue eyes locked with blue eyes.

Scabior could almost feel Shunpike's breath on his face.

Then Shunpike's left hand cramped and his arm spasmed, his fingers flying open, and Scabior finally stopped holding on and—

Done for the If You Dare Challenge (for prompt #812: how to save a life) in the HPFC forum on FFN. You read right; I ended it there. B3 I rarely do cliffhangers or ambiguous endings, but I knew I wanted this one to stop here, bc I can't stop thinking about them, *lol*. As for what Scabior refers to as his and Stan's "shared story," that's a ref to smthg in "Less Than Dirt," so that's my plug for you to read that. Is there another Stanior coming after this? Yep! "The Trial of Stan Shunpike," to be written once I figure out which of two possible endings I wanna do. :3c I rly do enjoy Scabior ships, tho…I just… *has written this man a LOT* And it's hard but fun to write Stan's thick accent?? Idk. Board the Stanior ship with me, folks.

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

#hp #harry potter #stanior #scabior #stan shunpike #<2500 #romance #slash #cross gen #angst #rated: PG13 #trio era #3rd POV

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indigo-scarf · 1 year

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My Draco/Scabior cottagecore piece was revealed! 🍄🌱

#draco x scabior #draco malfoy #scabior #hp fanfic #dont mind the gap fest

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danpuff-ao3 · 10 months

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no because I have a fic that would fit perfectly with those cottagecore fest prompts, but I already wrote it 😭

so I'm just gonna rec it to you: archiveofourown.org/works/45377734

Omg!!!! Thank you for the rec!!!! @givereadersahug look!

Draco rare pairs make my heart so happy and I've not seen Draco/Scabior before and this put me in ALL of my feelings! Ah!! 😍

Everyone else: if you want cottagecore vibes + too many feelings, please check out Refuge! Draco/Scabior, Rated T, 3k words, cottagecore + fluff + angst.

#rare pair #draco/scabior #hp cottagecore

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beauty-4-thebeast · 7 months

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Any Potterheads who had their Hermione/Scabior phase seem to have had it back in 2012. But here I am, discovered the ship in 2021 and still shipping them.

#harry potter fandom #hermione granger #scabior the snatcher #scabmione #hp rare pair #aesthetic #moodboard

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duplicitywrites · 6 days

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harry 'good at picking names' potter

“Woss your name?” Stan persisted. “Neville Longbottom,” said Harry, saying the first name that came into his head. “So—so this bus,” he went on quickly, hoping to distract Stan, “did you say it goes anywhere?”

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

“This is the copy of Advanced Potion-Making that you purchased from Flourish and Blotts?” “Yes,” said Harry firmly. “Then why,” asked Snape, “does it have the name ‘Roonil Wazlib’ written inside the front cover?” Harry’s heart missed a beat. “That’s my nickname,” he said.

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

“And your first name?” “I—Vernon. Vernon Dudley.” “Check the list, Scabior,” said Greyback, and Harry heard him move sideways to look down at Ron, instead.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Harry crouched down so that Albus’s face was slightly above his own. Alone of Harry’s three children, Albus had inherited Lily’s eyes. “Albus Severus,” Harry said quietly, so that nobody but Ginny could hear, and she was tactful enough to pretend to be waving to Rose, who was now on the train, “you were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew.”

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

#sorry i couldn't resist taking the piss at the end lksdjgjLJKSDG #harry potter #we stan a king who is absolute shit at picking fake names for himself #anyway we as a society should agree to give time travelled harry increasingly weirder names #no more of this harry evans harry peverell hadrian nonsense #it's time to get deranged

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dronarryfest · 1 month

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Here we are on week two of Dronarry Fest 24! We've had some incredible works this week. Here's a roundup of everything from week 2 (last week's post can be found here). Thank you to all of our wonderful readers for commenting and kudos-ing - keep them coming! We've got one more wonderful week of works to share with you from Monday onwards! Until then, why not stick the kettle on and catch up on what you've missed...

[FIC] The Favourite || E || 17k || by @mallstars

On a throne of glitzing clutter, Draco Malfoy sits like a degenerate prince. His robes are the colour of sour champagne, celestial patterns stitched across the sweeping silk where it drapes over sharp shoulders and cradles a spindly waist. A rain of glitter dangles from one of his ears, and his expression is nauseating. The curl of his lip, the upturn of his pompous nose. Draco is a criminal. Harry and Ron are the Aurors who arrest him.

💭 absurdly hot- horribly hot? hotly horrible? perfect - garagepaperback

💭 holy moly this just drips with atmosphere and tension and its glorious... i love love love this fucked up dynamic thats also so sweet and human and morally ambiguous and hot - littlepocketbattleship

[FIC] Nightswimming || M || 5k || by @sweet-s0rr0w

Weasley flicks the light on. “I got off with a guy once, you know,” he says, casually, holding the torch up between his gloved fingers. “What?” says Draco, glancing over sharply. “No, you didn’t.” “I did,” Weasley insists, and there’s an air of mischief about him now. “Just after the divorce.” Draco tightens his grip on the steering wheel and wills his eyes to stay on the road, a dozen different scenarios playing out vivid in his mind. “But Harry’s never—” “Yeah, well.” Weasley clicks the torch back off. “Turns out Harry and I don’t share everything, after all.”

💭 This was wonderful!! The tension, next level 🔥🔥🔥 and I love how Harry is such a big part of this even though he's not physically there. So clever! - lemonlimelea

💭 What a feast - the prose, the dialogue, the teasing curiosity morphing into irresistible want, the clever and careful character development underneath it all. Everything so masterfully crafted and scorching hot I could feel my cheeks burning and they haven’t even kissed. What the fuck. I’m entranced still 🥵 - sitp

[FIC] Welcome, Peasants || E || 15k || by @fluxweeed

Ron was doing Draco a favour by agreeing to investigate him. Better Ron than someone who’d plant something horrific to get Draco sent to Azkaban—or some pervy Potter fanatic who’d spend the whole hour sniffing the dirty clothes on Harry’s bedroom floor. Even though Ron had to take Polyjuice and break into their flat to do it, Harry and Draco would understand. They’d appreciate it. And if Ron had done more “investigating” and less “snogging his best friend while Polyjuiced as said best friend’s secret boyfriend”, maybe it would have all been fine.

💭 Love the dynamics between the three of them - and the reveal that Ron caused Harry and Draco to get together was so unexpected and absolute perfection! Hot and amazing as always, I’m so delighted you choose to share these with us. ❤️ - rainstormradish

💭 I absolutely love that Ron is so absolutely bad at it that they clock him immediately, leaving him with his squirmy, guilty, horny feelings as they rightly should. Perfect interplay of the three of them. Yes! Yes! yes! (One for each of them). - skeptique

[FIC] Careless || E || 2k || by @piximera

They hadn't seen anyone in weeks, making them a little careless about the protective charms. Unfortunately for once they really fucked up, leaving them in the clutches of six Death Eaters. Being caught was bad enough, but then Scabior forces Draco into raping Harry in front of them before the Dark Lord arrives.

💭 HOLY SHIT this WAS dirtyhotwrong for sure! 🔥🔥🔥 Wow. Fantastic job, and thanks so much for the gift 🥰 - Schmem_14

💭 This is so dark and angsty, love seeing this take on the pairing. Thank you!!! - oknowkiss

[FIC] Dick Chicken || E || 14k || by @oknowkiss

This is a story about nothing.

💭 HOW DO YOU DO IT?! Can I climb inside your brain and live there?! God this was so goddamn amazing. I just love it more than I can say. - nv-md

💭 oh my ever-wanking LAMB this was too brilliant. i am going to die of having read this fic. it is simultaneously too funny (in honor of the source material) and too hot (not at all in honor of the source material). - elskan_ellis

#dronarry fest 24 #dronarryfest #dronarry #draco malfoy #ron weasley #harry potter #week 2 roundup

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kkurades · 2 years

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ STARRY EYES ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

━━ during the battle of hogwarts blaise had lost sight of you but when he finally found you again he found your dead corpse.

word count: 2637

pairing: fem!gryffindor!lupin!reader x blaise zabini

warning: death, blood, missing limbs, broken skull, war.

“But he's there! Potter's there! Someone grab him!” Pansy Parkinson exclaimed while you watched the scene unfold next to Hermione.

Ginny instinctively moves towards Harry with her wand drawn. Your eyes quickly flickered to your boyfriend, Blaise Zabini who was already staring at you.

Both you and Hermione made a move to join Ginny while you desperately clutched your wand, praying to whoever was listening that you wouldn't have to use it.

The other Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws follow your lead and stand protectively around Harry before Filch abruptly marched in, but you couldn't bring yourself to listen to him as you examined Blaise who seemed indifferent about the situation.

“Wait! As it turns out, Mr. Filch, your arrival is most opportune. If you would, I'd like you to lead Miss Parkinson and the rest of Slytherin House from the Hall.”

Your gaze quickly flashed towards Professor McGonagall before looking back to your frowning boyfriend.

“Right away,” Filch suddenly halted before questioning the head of Gryffindor once again, “Er, exactly where is it I'd be leadin' em to, ma'am?”

“The dungeons should do,” while the other students cheered as the Slytherins were taken to the dungeon, you felt an apprehensive feeling crawl over you as you watched Blaise desperately looking at you.

Perhaps he had known that the inevitable was going to happen, and he didn't want you to be in the middle of the battlefield without his protection.

After all, you still were a Gryffindor through and through. And unfortunately, your house was particularly known for its impulsiveness, which was a trait that you shared.

You watched stoically as Blaise disappeared from your sight before moving towards your father and your stepmother.

Remus kissed the top of your head, while Nymphadora pulled you into a firm hug. You inhaled her vanilla and candy-like scent, which soothed you extensively before pulling away and joining Neville and the rest of the DA.

You were assisting Cho, Nigel, and Katie while Seamus ordered you around in placing magical 'charges' on key pressure points.

Your body stilled when you noticed Scabior and the Snatchers moving towards you and Neville.

“Not good,” you heard Neville mumble before you took his arm and sprinted as fast as you could while Ginny and Seamus were standing at the edge of the wooden bridge.

Even though you knew you should have been more concerned about Scabior and the Snatchers, who were about to catch up to you any instant, you felt the terror seep into your body as you caught a maniacal gleam in Seamus’ eyes.

Fortunately, you were quick enough to reach the duo in time before the bridge ultimately collapsed.

But when you turned around, you noticed that Neville had suddenly disappeared. Ginny gasped beside you as your mouth fell scarcely open and your eyes widened.

The moment seemingly lasted forever before charred fingernails appeared over the final remaining of the bridge.

You let out a sigh of relief before you and Ginny rushed to hoist Neville up onto what's left of the bridge.

“What?” The youngest Weasley asked as Neville glanced at you.

“That was quite exciting,” you let out a groan as Seamus grinned and winked at him.

“Mad. The both of you,” Ginny declared before a thundering rumble almost send Neville tumbling off the bridge again.

Ginny steadies him as you all peer into the distance, noticing that the reason of the small earthquake were giants.

You quickly said your goodbyes before you dashed off to help fight off the death eaters, while Ginny and Neville parted ways with Seamus.

And while you were fighting for your life, Blaise had been stuck in the dungeons with a harsh glare on his face as he stared holes into the grinning Filch.

“Night-tee night,” Blaise felt like he could slaughter the man right then and there, but quietly watched as Pansy cursed him.

“You let us out of here, you filthy squib!” Filch only grinned, shaking the ring of keys in his hand, and turned to walk away.

When he was a fair distance away the chamber began to tremble, but with each step, it got more violent. Suddenly plaster rained down, and a ragged hole opens in the ceiling, followed by multiple others before a massive eye peered inside which made some Slytherins scream.

The giant's fist dropped heavily through the hole, fingers probing the cell clumsily. Filch watched in horror as the cell fell to pieces and the Slytherins spilled forth.

Goyle ruthlessly flung Housemates aside, while Blaise followed in his wake. Ready to start searching for you throughout the whole castle, even if it would take him the entire night.

As they reached the safety of the corridor, a hand — this one of human scale — reaches out of the darkness and grabbed Goyle.

Blaise stifled his groan at the sight of Draco Malfoy before following him, desperately hoping that they would come across someone who could notify him of your whereabouts.

Before Blaise comprehended what was occurring, he was perched atop a fragile tower while fire consumed everything around him.

He had lost his wand earlier on and thought that this would be it before Ron and Harry flew towards him and Draco on brooms.

He quickly took Ron's outstretched hand and mounted the broom while listening to Ron complaining about it under his breath.

Blaise suppressed his eye roll because Ron Weasley did save his life.

While Ron flew them to safety, he couldn't stop himself from asking about you. The words were scorching him, and he desperately ought to know the answer.

“Where's Y/n?” His voice was steady, but if you listened close enough, then you would perhaps have heard his urgency.

Ron quickly glanced at him with a scoff before replying.

“I don't know. I haven't seen her since the start of this.”

But as Ron glimpsed at Blaise's despairing expression, he felt himself blurt something out.

“She went with Ginny and Neville,” he timidly said, which lit Blaise's eyes once again before Ron landed the two of them safely.

Blaise awkwardly thanked Ron before dashing off in the hope to find you.

You had scratches all over your face, your nose was probably broken, and you were convinced that your left pinky was about to fall off.

You tried to shrug it off as you continued fighting off the infinite death eaters.

Much to your solace, you found your dad and stepmom and quickly approached them while fending off the enemy.

But your relief was exceptionally brief when Antonin Dolohov ultimately killed your father.

You heard your heart pounding loudly in your ears as the light left your father's eyes.

You could hear Nymphadora's heartbreaking cry before you charged at Dolohov ruthlessly before you killed the man.

While you were able to kill Antonin Dolohov, you knew that it was partially because he had been diverted and hadn't seen you coming.

You were about to approach your father's body but abruptly halted when you noticed Bellatrix Lestrange standing a little further from you, inclining to kill Nymphadora.

No sound came from your throat as Bellatrix neared your stepmom who was wailing over her dead husband's body, not caring whether she was open for attacks.

You noticed out of the corner of your eye Kingsley Shacklebolt attempting to reach Nymphadora in time, but you knew he was too far away to do anything.

Nymphadora looked up at the sound of Kingsley yelling at her, but she felt like she couldn't move as Bellatrix moved toward her at an extraordinarily rapid pace.

You quickly made your mind up as you ran right towards the merciless death eater, your wand having been discarded somewhere along the way of killing Dolohov.

Your body collided with Bellatrix' as you made an effort to shove her off the edge of the castle.

Unfortunately, she yanked you with her before she quickly apparated to safety.

It felt like everything was going in slow motion as you caught a glimpse of Kingsley and your stepmom leaning over the edge while they screamed your name at the top of their lungs as tears streamed down Nymphadora's cheek as she watched you plunge to your death.

You felt yourself relaxing as you realized that you had saved Nymphadora and that she would have an opportunity to survive this and go home to Teddy.

You quickly accepted your death, as your final thoughts were of Blaise Zabini.

You particularly thought about the feeling of when you woke up next to him in your dorm.

The sunlight bled through the curtains around your bed as you felt Blaise's heartbeat steadily thumping beneath you.

You remembered the adoring look on his face as you kissed him softly while your limbs were tangled together.

Your last thoughts were of Blaise before your body shut down when it collided with the ground.

Nymphadora remembered the determination on your face when she looked up to see you charging at Bellatrix to save her.

She remembered the anguish she felt when her maternal aunt pulled you down with her.

She remembered how she scattered to her feet before taking off towards the edge with Kingsley right next to her as she shrieked your name, desperate to see you one more time.

She remembered the heartbreak she felt when your eyes softened, and you looked peaceful, almost relieved, as you fell to your death while the stars were reflected in your eyes.

Kingsley had to haul her away while Arthur looked at her with sorrow in his eyes.

Minerva McGonagall's face twisted into pure horror when she heard the sound of bones breaking.

She quickly spun around only to see you dead on the floor with your eyes hauntingly staring into her soul as the corner of your lips had been turned upwards.

A gasp left her body as a single tear fell from her eye before hurrying over to you.

She crouched next to you, taking you into her arms but had no option but to leave you there.

The castle still roamed with death eaters, giants, and whatnot, and she couldn't afford to be vulnerable at a time like this, besides she was way too old to be carrying bodies around, so she quickly promised your dead body that she would return as soon as possible.

Only after Voldemort's defeat did McGonagall remember about you again and instantly asked Wood to assist her to pick up your body.

Oliver let out a shallow breath as he halted next to your body. You hadn't been moved because you had fallen into a relatively peaceful area where there wasn't much damage done.

He quickly glanced at the head of the Gryffindor house with a shaken look on his face before seizing your body.

Your head lolled against his shoulders and your arm limply hung from your body as Oliver carried you to the great hall, where most of the bodies were placed.

When he entered the Great Hall, he noticed some people throwing pitiful looks at you in his arms as he brought you to a free spot.

Just as he was about to place you down he heard someone let out a miserable sob before turning to your stepmom who hadn't left Remus his side since the war had ended.

He carefully put you on a blanket as Nymphadora fell down next to your body. He took this as his que to leave, but not before giving one last tragic look at your corpse.

Neville, Ginny, Seamus, Harry, Hermione, and Ron immediately ran towards you when they noticed your body being brought in.

Neville closed his eyes as tears escaped them while he remembered how lively you had looked hours prior.

Hermione leaned into Ron as salty wet tears streamed down her face as she hiccuped slightly while Seamus stared at you with horror and misery.

At a sudden point during the battle did Blaise find Neville and Luna, but when he questioned them about your whereabouts he came out with nothing.

His hopes started to falter after he had practically scoured the whole castle.

After Voldemort's defeat, he had followed the Malfoy's into the great hall and quietly sat there as he observed the doors, hoping for you to come through them.

He had asked all of your friends by now where you were, but none of them knew. Blaise had even looked at all the bodies to ensure that you weren't dead.

Later on, Draco and his mother had already left, but Blaise didn't dare to move his eyes from the gate.

His eyes glanced towards a small commotion that had been around one of the bodies that had just been brought in by Oliver Wood and professor McGonagall.

When he looked closer, he noticed that it were your friends. Even your stepmother was there as she sat on the ground while crying her eyes out.

He quickly came to realize that it couldn't be a coincidence.

'No'

He kept repeating the word as he quickly jumped up and neared the group, but he felt his heart in his throat when he recognized your messy y/h/c hair and your favorite red sweater that you had been wearing earlier that night when he saw you.

His eyes widened as he pushed through your friends, who threw sympathetic looks as he collapsed next to your body.

The war hadn't been kind to you. Your nose was broken and dried blood stained your upper lip. You had multiple scratches and gashes along your body, and blood stained the blanket that you were laying on, indicating that there was a wound on the back of your head.

Your fingers were covered in grime and blood, but he could make out that you missed one finger.

Blaise clutched to your body refusing to let you go as tears fell from his eyes, not caring about the blood that was tainting his clothes.

He sat there for hours, refusing to leave you as the stream of tears seemed endless.

At a certain point, they had placed your father’s body next to you, but he paid him no mind.

Most students had been leaving the Great Hall, but he remained next to you while Nymphadora watched him sadly.

He felt like his life ended the moment he found your body, but his thoughts were cut off by a hand being placed on his shoulder.

His eyes glanced towards the owner, who happened to be Nymphadora. She sat down next to him while trying to keep her tears at bay.

“What happened?” Blaise's voice was quivering and hoarse, his hands trembled, and he was terrified of the answer.

“I- Y/n found me and R-Remus at a certain point during the battle. Remus had just been killed by Antonin Dolohov so she avenged him by killing Dolohov. After her fight with him she-uhm, she lost her wand. While I was grieving over Remus I was oblivious to Bellatrix who was planning to kill me,” Blaise let out a shuddered breath as he knew where this was going to but kept quiet.

“She charged at Bellatrix and pushed her off the castle, but Bellatrix pulled her with her. During their fall, Bellatrix managed to apparatus. Even though Y/n didn’t kill her, she saved my life,” Nymphadora was full-on sobbing now as the memory seemed like an endless loop.

“What-what happened to Bellatrix?” Blaise felt anger fill his body as he spat out the name of the woman who had partially killed his Y/n.

“Molly killed her.”

Blaise nodded but remained quiet as he grieved you with your stepmother silently. But he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to recover from this, from your death.

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hermiones-amortentia · 1 year

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Ron is tailor made for Hermione and NO ONE can love her more than him

Ron is the person who protects Hermione the most. Whenver Draco and Snape bully her, he stands up for her. In the whole series Ron faces total 3 detentions. 2 of them because he tries to defend Hermione against Snape. He ends up vomiting slugs when Draco calls her a mudblood. Harry and Dean both try to restrain him from attacking Malfoy when Malfoy wishes death upon Hermione. He also hexes a beggar when he tries to attack Hermione thinking she is real Bellatrix. He tells Harry to look after Hermione and he is ready to face Voldemort alone.

Ron puts himself in danger to save her life. In COS he decides to face his worst fear after seeing Hermione's empty seat beside him. When the Deatheaters attack them at Tottenham court road, he jumps forward to push Hermione out of harm's way of a DE's spell. He doesn't pull out his wand to save himself. His 1st instinct is to save her. He begs Bellatrix to torture himself instead of Hermione knowing full well she has tortured Neville's parents to insanity. He also yells at Scabior not to touch her and gets punched.

Ron is extremely attentive towards her needs and desire. He cares about her deeply. In POA Ron wants to do research to help her with buckbeak's appeal. He tells Hermione to eat a decent meal when she is studying for her owls. He always notices her sudden disappearances in POA when she is using the time turner. He also notices that she has shrunk her teeth. He wants to teach Hermione his family tree and insists that she pretends to be his cousin to save her from anti muggleborn law by the ministry.

Ron can argue with her non stop without getting bored. He isn't intimidated by her high intellect and is able to doubt things she says without blindly agreeing with her. When he thinks she is out of the line he tells that on her face. Hermione would never be happy with someone who doesn't share her passion for debates and arguments.

Ron makes her laigh. He helps her to loosen up. She is so uptight and bossy, she needs some laughter in her life. Ron provides her that.

Ron actually makes himself better for her. He acts like an asshole at the ball. But at Bill and Fleur's wedding he asks her to dance with him 1st. He offends her with 'you're a girl' line. But he gives her a perfume in OOTP to show that he does know she is a girl. He reads a book to be a gentleman for her. He consoles her so many times throughout books when she is upset. He learns to value what's important for her. Like house elves.

Ron can give up fame for her. Throughout the series Ron is overshadowed by everyone. 1st his brothers. Then Harry. Destroying two horcruxes would make him more special than others. Because no one destroys more than one. He plans the whole thing how to destroy the cup. Yet he lets her stab it. Because he knows she deserves it. He also leaves his high paying auror position and not for once asks her to compromise her career.

He is on awe of her brilliance and has insane trust and respect for her. He brags about disraming her thrice in OOTP. he gives her most compliments throughout the series.

Ron also has a huge heart. He is worried about the unknown cattermoles even with a mangled arm. Hermione values that over everything as she herself says 'me? Books and cleverness. There are more important things. Friendship and bravery'

But most importantly Ron loves Hermione. And I can guarantee you NO ONE can love her more than Ron does. She knows it very well.

#hermione granger #ron weasley #romione #harry potter #harry james potter #ginny weasley #luna lovegood #severus snape #draco malfoy #bellatrix lestrange #meta #analysis

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delumineight · 7 months

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shipping one women with countless men is inherently misogynistic. and i’m not just talking about within the harry potter fandom, i’m talking across all fandom but of course i’ll be using hp as my focus point considering that’s what i’m most familiar with. specifically, hermione granger.

she had one (1) canonical boyfriend who she ended up marrying and having two kids with. MAYBE two if you count krum, but they say that they never really label it or anything so we’ll go with one, that being ron. there’s also cormac but she canonically only entertained him because she thought it’d make ron jealous.

of course i get fandom shipping (not specifically with ron and hermione considering they’re canonically soulmates) and wanting them both to be with other people, but in the terms of romione somehow hermione is always the one that people want with somebody else. ron is constantly put with somebody random just as an excuse to get him out of the way, or even worse, made abusive or a cheater which… boy i could go on about that one. but i digress (for now).

despite her canonically not have a s/o until ron she is relentlessly shipped with her oppressors such as lucius malfoy, draco malfoy, tom riddle/voldemort, scabior, and so so so many more. you shouldn’t need an explanation on why that is wrong. then, of course, your regular pro ships like her with sirius black, remus lupin, severus snape, etc. which is appalling that i feel the need to explain that even though she’s an adult by the end of the series (without 19YL) she met these men at 11, 13, and 14. and yes, it’s more than “fiction.”

the urge that people, and sadly specifically women, feel to ship her with these men that sound insane when you explain it in simple terms like “this is a muggle-born and someone who wants her dead” or “this is a man and girl that he met when she was a preteen” is rooted in misogyny in hatred for who hermione really is, a “not like other girls” archetype. and no, i don’t really like the archetype and the portrayal but it’s really and truly who she is. she’s a bookworm and her two best friends are boys, throughout the series she makes fun of more traditionally feminine girls (lavender, fleur).

and while it’s okay for women to do whatever they want, it’s harmful to not allow them to do so, in the case that hermione granger’s character and personality is changed simply for the sake of shipping. passing her around to multiple men, who she canonically hates, is destructive to her character and her stance on political issues as a woman during a war where she is a main target for oppression. it itself is oppressive.

when a woman’s personality is taken away, changed, obstructed, or anything else that takes away from what she really is for the sake of putting her with a man it is misogynistic. dampening a female character’s traits for the sake of putting her with a man is misogynistic. giving hermione granger the personality of a brick to ship her with a death eater is misogynistic. and no, don’t ship hermione with someone other than ron as a “gotcha” moment toward jkr. i’m sure she doesn’t give a shit what you think, ship people who make sense. not ones you think someone would dislike.

#anti dramione #romione #hermione granger #hermione granger meta #harry potter #harry potter meta #misogyny in harry potter #real world discussions #misogyny #cross posted to twitter #isa speaks !#meta #dhr #draco and hermione #tomione #lumione #sirmione

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yourrlocalhellhound · 7 months

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Fenrir Greyback Headcannons

His breath would smell disgusting. It would reek off rotten flesh and meat, to the point where you could quite litterally smell him before you see him, ans then Narcissa would spray muggle air freshener everywhere he's been in Malfoy Manor just because otherwise it would be all over Malfoy Manor.

Went to punch Scabior in the arm jokingly but then accidently punched him to the forest floor and broke his arm.

Has no understanding of personal space and regularly stands extremely close to other death eaters. But then he caught onto it and then realised Lucius and Draco would try to shuffle away from him so then he just got even closer to them to make them uncomfortable.

Hid under Dracos bed once when he was a kid and grabbed his ankle when he sat down on the bed. Draco made it a habit to check under his bed every time he went to sit down on it, even as an adult.

Either a Sadist or Masochist, probably both... probably...

Considers 'Sneaking up on and scaring muggles who are camping in forests before chasing after them and killing/eating them.' a hobby.

Sneaks into Bellatrixs room just to hide her things just to annoy her.

Told Lucius how delicious Draco was, Draco was no longer allowed to be alone in Malfoy Manor after that.

#fenrir #fenrir greyback #harry potter #headcanon #werewolf #death eaters

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bikelock28 · 1 year

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HP Meta: Bonus thoughts on werewolf as sexual predators, and Lupins' response to this.

I mentioned in this post in response to @evesaintyves question that I had some additional thoughts on this topic. Here they are:

Warnings: Rape, sexual assault, sexual assault of minors, violence

To an adult reader of the Harry Potter books, I think it’s pretty clear that werewolf attacks are linked with sexual assault. People are scared of werewolves all the time, not just when they’re transformed at full moon. This suggests that werewolves are even when they’re not transformed. Greyback is the only “bad” werewolf we meet so we’ll have to go with him as our example. For me, it’s pretty clear that Greyback is a sexual predator. It’s most explicit in the way he is talked about in relation to Hermione at Malfoy Manor:

" And lastly, your pretty little friend..." The relish in his voice made Harry's flesh crawl. "Easy, Greyback." said Scabior over the jeering of the others. "Oh, I'm not going to bite just yet," [said Greyback].

"Wait," said Bellatrix sharply. "All except.... except for the Mudblood." Greyback gave a grunt of pleasure.

"Reckon she'll let me have a bit of the girl when she's finished with her?" Greyback crooned as he forced them along the corridor. "I'd say I'll get a bite or two, wouldn't you, ginger?"

"And I think," said Bellatrix's voice, "we can dispose of the Mudblood. Greyback, take her if you want her."

You can also infer it from everybody’s reaction to him attacking Bill in HBP.

On both these occasions Greyback is not transformed, making these incidents different to the werewolf attacks that Lupin and the Montgomery boy suffered.

To clarify: I’m not claiming Bill or Hermione actually were sexually assaulted. That doesn’t work with what happens either scene. But the language around them and the way they are discussed and reacted to suggest that there is a link, either in-universe (as in in-universe an attack from a werewolf, transformed or not, can also can include sexual assault) or allegorical (as in JK is drawing a parallel for the reader).

Also obviously worth mentioning that most of the werewolf attacks we hear about happen to children. According to Lupin, "Greyback specialises in children". He’s referring to Werewolf Greyback biting them, but given the above this could theoretically refer to Human Grayback sexually assaulting them.

(The difference the supernatural aspect brings is that the attacked becomes the attacker. Victims of (transformed) werewolf attacks don’t just have to deal with the trauma of the assault, they become the thing which attacked them, and are forced to want to attack others in the same way. It’s so many levels of fucked up that I find it quite upsetting to think about).

Which brings us to Lupin. He was attacked as a child, and is now thought of as dangerous when transformed and disgusting because of what he transforms into- and dangerous and disgusting even when not transformed, partly because he’s thought to be a sexual predator. As we know, Lupin absorbs the worst of what everybody thinks about werewolves, so I reckon he thinks that he’s basically a latent rapist.

I don’t think Lupin falling in love with Tonks is the issue for him- he’s used to being lonely and disappointed. The problem is her falling in love with him back. He must be baffled somebody liking him that much, and even more confused about her actually wanting to sleep with him. It was a real twist of the knife for JKR to have made Tonks a lot younger, since Lupin already sees himself as almost a child sexual predator. Poor bloke kind of thinks he’s a potential rapist, plus the girl he’s ended up falling for is younger. The whole experience must be very disorientating and frightening for him....made worse by the fact that he really does love her, and wants to try to be normal, and actually wants to have sex with his girlfriend in the way most blokes do.

Disc: I’ve said, “scared he’s going to rape” a few times. That actually shows Lupin having quite a poor understanding of sexual assault. Any kind of violence is a choice. If Lupin had his head screwed on enough to understand that, he’d realise that he wouldn’t have to worry. He doesn’t want to rape anybody, so he will avoid making any choice to do so.

#hp meta #meta #harry potter #remus lupin #please read warnings #fenrir greyback #werewolves #my rambles

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