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𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 ~ 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟐𝐤

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬' 𝟏𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 <𝟑

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞

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The morning air was crisp as you marched through the halls of Hogwarts, making your way towards the Transfiguration Courtyard. It was March 27th, 1978: James Potter's 18th birthday. You entered the empty courtyard, feeling thankful that you had pulled a jumper on over your pyjamas as the cold air nipped at your nose. You set your gift box down on a bench, taking a seat next to it and letting out a yawn. It was much too early for any student to be out and about, let alone out of bed, so the courtyard was peaceful and quiet.

That was, until a familiar, cheery voice broke the silence.

"Y/n!" James called out, jogging over to you. His glasses had fogged up from the cold air, causing him to stop a few feet away from you. He took his glasses off, wiping them down with his scarf before putting them back on. "Bloody freezing, yeah?" He approached you, pulling the Gryffindor scarf off of his neck and wrapping it around yours instead.

The sincere action made heat rise in your cheeks. You wondered how someone could be so energized at such an early hour. Not only was he wide awake, but he looked damn good. You could tell that he definitely didn't just roll out of bed; surprise, surprise, he had taken the time to style his hair. 

"Good morning, Potter." You grinned, standing up to conceal the gift box behind you. "Care to explain why you had me get out of bed so early?"

James paused for a moment before a frown spread across his face. "Have you forgotten something?"

You tried your best to act clueless, ultimately failing at the sight of the heartbreak written all over his face. "Okay, okay. Happy birthday, James."

He smiled widely, pulling you into a hug and resting his chin on your head. The smell of sandalwood and cinnamon filled your nose, making you sigh happily. His signature scent had grown to be familiar and comforting. 

You were snapped back out of your thoughts by his voice scolding you. "You're so mean, you know that? Pretending to forget about my birthday. Unbelievable. I want that scarf back now." James pouted.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're also unbelievable, instructing me to wake up so early to meet you here just so you can get a gift." You pulled back slightly to look up at him.

James looked down at you against his chest and couldn't help but feel a flutter in his heart. "What if I just wanted to start my special day with my girlfriend? Is that so hard to believe, Y/n?"

"Your special day?" You scoffed. "It's just a birthday, James. Not your wedding."

"Our  wedding. And no, it isn't, but it's my 18th birthday! Let me live. Now, about that gift you mentioned..." James smirked, releasing you from his embrace.

You tried to shake off the giddiness you felt from his wedding comment, clearing your throat. "I was getting to that, but I suppose you can open it now." You approached the bench, taking a seat. James sat next to you, picking up the gift box and placing it in his lap.

"Go ahead, I know you'll explode if you have to wait another second." You watched James tear open the gift wrap with the expression of a child on Christmas morning. He then opened up the box, his face lighting up at the contents.

"You're kidding." He pulled out the pair of red Converse high tops, inspecting them carefully. "Y/n, these are perfect."

"You like them?" You sighed in relief.

"Like them? I love them." He kicked off his shoes, putting on his new pair and lacing them up. "How do I look?" He stood up, looking down at his feet.

"You look amazing, James."

"You aren't even looking at my shoes." He grinned cockily.

"I know." You smiled at him, standing up. "Now, where's my thank you?"

James pulled you into another embrace, kissing your head. "Thank you, love. I never want to take them off."

"Just don't get dress-coded." You chuckled, burying your face into his chest. The warmth of his body was a stark contrast against the brisk weather, heating up your body in no time.

"Now, can we find some place to get some more sleep before breakfast?" You asked tiredly.

James chuckled, rubbing your back. "Yeah, let's go. My birthday excitement has been satisfied for now, and I'm sleepy."

The two of you headed back inside the castle, James keeping his arm around your shoulders the whole way.

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The two of you roamed the empty halls in search for a cozy spot to rest. James held you close, supporting the weight of your tired body.

The sound of stones shifting broke the silence, causing both of you to stop in your tracks and look to your left, where the sound was coming from. Both of your jaws dropped as you watched the wall form into a secret doorway.

"...Are we seriously sleepy enough to hallucinate?" James inquired, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"I don't think so." You said, approaching the door and reaching out for the handle.

"Wait!" James exclaimed, to which you raised a brow. "What if this is a trap or something?" He questioned, stepping in front of you. "I'll open it."

Too tired to argue, you nodded and watched as he pushed the door open.

Inside was a small room, holding the appearance of a cozy bedroom with one large bed in the middle. 

"What is this place?" James stepped inside, examining the details of the room.

"This must be the Room of Requirement." You realized.

"No way. The Room of Requirement was kind enough to lend us a bed? How sweet." James chuckled, carefully taking his new shoes off before flopping himself onto the bed. He shifted onto his back, getting under the covers and patting the spot next to him.

You happily obliged, joining him in the bed and pulling the blanket up to your chin. "This must be the most comfortable bed I have ever laid in."

"Me too." James sighed, pulling you in by the waist. "Let's get as much rest as we can before breakfast, hm?" He burrowed his face in your neck, closing his eyes.

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That evening, you waited in the library for your date with James. That is, until Sirius barged in through the doors, receiving a loud shush from the librarian. "Sorry." He mumbled, scanning his eyes over the room before spotting you.

"Y/n!" He whisper-yelled, lightly jogging over to you.

"Sirius? What are you doing here? Trying to crash my date?" You questioned, shutting the book you were reading to pass the time. James was already 15 minutes late.

"Uh, about that date..." Sirius rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. "James can't make it."

"What?" You were the one receiving a shush this time, causing you to lower your voice. "Why not?"

"Well, you see..." Sirius stifled a chuckle. "He told me to let you know that he's in detention for being out of dress-code during class. He said something about improper footwear."

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Omg thank you sooooo much for writing!! <3 Absolutely love the Puddlemere setting! And “I'm breaking up with you, or, dinner at eight?” part totally cracked me up 🤣 I wouldn’t dare change perfection! But I am however now curious as to what would happen if some guy was really checking the reader out 🤣

Let's find out, shall we? This took so long I'm sorry 😭

Oliver Wood never zoned out. He was a quidditch player, he didn't have the time to. If he did, he'd either let a quaffle through one of the three hoops, or he'd get hit by a bludger if one of the Weasley twins didn't get to it in time.

Fred Weasley sighed as he realised how little his quidditch captain had been listening to him talk about strategies to use to win their next game against Slytherin. "You know, I hate to admit it, but George is right. You do have a staring problem."

"No, I don't," Oliver said, so defensively that it sounded as if it was the most absurd and offensive thing he had ever heard, and his voice even went up an octave.

Fred said, "You don't have to sit here and pretend that it doesn't hurt you."

Oliver released a sarcastic chuckle. After being hit by bludgers from all directions, and letting in more quaffles than he could count in his first year or two as a keeper, there was nothing in the grounds of Hogwarts that could hurt him. He was put out, maybe, but not hurt. "I'm fine, Fred. Why would I be hurt?" He didn't say he was good, or great, he said he was 'fine' because that's how he hid how unstable his relationship with his girlfriend was. Fine. But wasn't that how everyone else answered the common question of 'how are you?', anyway? I'm fine, thank you, how are you?

Fred jerked his head in the direction that Oliver had been not so subtly staring at for the past ten minutes.

And there you were, in all your glory. Even wearing the Gryffindor colours - red and gold - like everyone else, you stood out.

He looked at you again and noticed the thing that had been irritating him. You were still talking to him. He hated the boy, and he hadn't even met him. And he had reasons for it - not good ones, but still reasons.

Who the hell wears a black tie with a black suit?

Who the hell even wears a suit at a party with loud, rowdy teenagers?

Who the hell goes to a Gryffindor party when they're not a Gryffindor?

You were still smiling and talking with the Ravenclaw boy. That was okay. You loved to talk, and you smiled at everyone. What wasn't okay, however, was the way the boy was not so subtly checking you out.

"Oliver, why don't you just talk to her?" For a moment, Oliver is taken aback. He had forgotten that Fred was still sitting beside him.

"Tell who, what?" Oliver feigned nonchalance, averting his eyes from you.

Fred chuckled. "How many hers do you have in your life, Ollie?" None, Oliver thought, just her.

"I know many people who go by 'she/her'. You're going to have to be more specific."

"Sure. How many 'hers' do you stare at?"

"None," he replied, a little too fast for his liking, and Fred gave him the knowing Weasley smirk that he was so used to at quidditch practice.

"I am not staring at anyone, Fred." He gave the younger boy a pointed look.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Oliver. But I'd talk to her before it's too late. These rumours have damaged your relationship enough, all you need to do is show her that that's all it is - a rumour. She needs to know that you're not cheating on her with Angelina, who is, by the way, my girlfriend, so these rumours better be fake. I will not hesitate to punch that handsome face of yours."

Before he even knew what he was doing, Oliver was out of his chair and walking towards the bar. You laughed at something the blond boy said before you noticed Oliver walking towards the both of you. Your smile grew wider but was clearly slightly forced.

"Hey," he greeted you, completely ignoring the boy standing beside you.

"Hey, Ollie. Please tell me Fred didn't talk your ear off about skiving snack boxes. Being a prefect is hard, I can't bring myself to confiscate any more. Pranks are what make them who they are," you said.

The awkward clearing of a throat brought both of your attention back to the boy standing beside you.

"Oh, I am so sorry. Ollie, this is Finley. Do you remember the posters for the transfiguration club that Professor McGonagall put on the noticeboard?"

Oliver simply nodded, not at all interested in the boy's identity.

"He's the one who leads it with her." You introduce him to Finley, while Oliver seemed as uninterested as humanly possible and instead looked as if he would rip the boy's head off if he could.

"Hi, Ollie, I've...heard a lot about you." Finley said, clearly indicating that he had heard the ongoing rumours. He reached out a hand for Oliver to shake, but it was ignored.

"Oliver." He replied with a stern look on his face.

Finley awkwardly withdrew his hand. "Sorry?"

"My name is Oliver. It's only shortened for friends." If looks could kill, Finley would have fallen dead at the beginning of the party.

"It's nice to finally meet you in person, Oliver, the famous Gryffindor quidditch captain."

"I wish I could say the same, Finley, the not-so-famous transfiguration club captain. What are you even doing here? You're a Ravenclaw." Oliver asks, annoyed.

You sigh. Here he goes, you thought. "Ollie, he's here to spread word about the club."

"You've been standing here the whole time, you must be very talented if you've managed to tell anyone here about your stupid turn-your-teacup-into-a-cat club." Oliver muttered.

"The whole spreading word about it is just an excuse, really," Finley said, ignoring Oliver. "I came here in hopes of meeting a beautiful girl." He then winked at you. "Clearly, I was successful."

You flushed at his words and your eyes darted to Oliver. His jaw was tense and his hands were clenched into fists. If the three of you were not in school, let alone standing in a room full of so many people, Oliver would have picked up the empty Butterbeer bottle from the nearby table and smashed it on Finley's head with no hesitation.

He instead just said, "Well, then, you don't have a reason to stay any longer. Leave."

Finley shrugged. "I could. But now that I am here, maybe I could enjoy the party for a bit. Gryffindors sure know how to party. Ravenclaws need some tips."

"You should stay. Our parties are the best. We have all you want. Food, drinks, g-" you tell him, but get cut off.

Oliver interrupted. "But you know what's better? The exit. You should check it out. The Fat Lady can give you a tour."

"Ollie!" You shove his shoulder. "Can I talk to you in private?" You sent Finley an apologetic smile before grabbing Oliver's hand and pulling him away from the Ravenclaw.

Oliver paused for a moment to look back at Finley again. "The exit is that way." He pointed at the passage in the wall.

You let go of him when you reach the only secluded area in the Gryffindor common room. "Oliver, what the hell is wrong with you?"

He immediately spun to face you after craning his neck to see Finley finally exiting the room through the passage. "Oh, so now it's me who has something wrong? You're the one who believes the rumour that I slept with Angelina when a) she's dating Fred, b) she's not even been at Hogwarts this year because of family issues, and c) I love you."

You looked slightly alarmed at him suddenly turning on you. "Okay, I got it wrong, I'm sorry. I believed something when I didn't have any proof. But how does that excuse your behaviour towards Finley?"

"He was flirting with you," Oliver argued.

"Ollie, you're acting like a spoilt 5-year-old now. Why are you-?" You stopped yourself as an amused grin spread on your face as you put the pieces together. "Oliver, you- you are jealous."

"No, love, no I am not. Not even a little bit. No, why would you think that? I'm not jealous. I don't get jealous." Oliver shook his head.

You grinned at your boyfriend. "I would have believed you if you hadn't denied it six times. You are jealous. You're jealous because he was talking to me the whole time and I didn't spend the night with you for once. You're jealous that he called me beautiful and said I look amazing in the simplest things."

"When did he-" Oliver cut himself off as he felt the rage creeping into his voice. He took a step back and turned away.

You stood beside him, about to say something, but then you looked into his eyes. You took his hand once again, this time gently, lovingly, and held it to your chest. "Ollie, I am- I am so sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Ollie, I am so-"

"I'm not jealous, okay?" He then turned to look you in the eyes. "I just hate it when someone else has your attention, especially someone who's flirting with you. Not because I'm jealous, but because I'm scared." Oliver swallowed, squeezing your hand.

"I'm scared because I don't want anyone else to realise just how amazing you are. I don't want to lose you, because it'd be forever, and this is our final year here and I'd never see you again. And- and I don't want that. I don't want to lose you to someone else when I love you and nothing can change that. Not you, not graduation, not Finley,"

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THE VIRTUE OF SHARING A @jilymicrofics. Prompt: comfort. Words: 878.

James had always fancied the armchairs beside the fire in the Gryffindor common room as the superior chair of choice. Cushy and red and comfortable and perfectly worn from years and years of use. They provided personal space, where the loveseat required sharing, a virtue his mother highly regarded. But one day, in the first term of seventh-year, while working on a gruelling essay due at the end of the week, something occurred that permanently and entirely changed his perspective. 

The armchairs had been taken, snagged by two fifth-years. James could’ve made a fuss, pulled rank, or bodily removed one of them, but he was drained from a long Quidditch practice, and honestly, there was nothing wrong with the loveseat. Especially when sitting on it was a Lily Evans, deep in her Transfiguration textbook, forehead ever so wrinkled with concentration. Lily Evans, red-headed, sharp-tongued, strictly friends. James plonked down beside her, and she looked up with a quick and cutting smile. 

“Hey, you.” She was already returning to her textbook. 

“Hullo,” James replied. He watched her for a moment before shuffling through his handful of parchment to find the desired sheet.

“How was practice?” Her voice was slightly muffled by the pages. 

“Eh—cold, long.”

Rain battered heavy on the windows dotted about the common room. 

“Bloody ruthless Captain.” Lily shook her head. Though her tone was dead-serious, James could see a small smile that she tried to hide behind her textbook.

James grinned. “Right twit he is.”

“Oh, absolutely. Massive twit.”

“Mhm.”

Lily looked at him now, eyes sparkling. Her finger twitched, and she glanced down at the essay draft in his hands, then back to his face. She sat forward, posing her next words carefully, “Could you help me with something? I’ll make it worth your while.”

James—thank Merlin—managed to stop himself from choking. “Oh, will you now?”

Lily nodded. “Absolutely.”

“How can I be of service?”

The facade fell, and she flopped back into the loveseat, sighing dejectedly. “I simply cannot understand a single word in this blasted textbook. It makes zero sense. Can you explain it to me?” She held the open textbook out to him, its pages flapping helplessly in the space between them. 

James took the book from her and skimmed through a paragraph. He looked up. “And what will I get in return?”

She was already snatching the essay off his lap, “I’ll edit this for you. Merlin knows it’s probably unintelligible, and we want you to graduate, don’t we?”

James barked a laugh, piercing her with incredulous eyes. “You, Evans, are a swot, and a mean one at that.”

“You love that about me.”

James swallowed a sudden lump in his throat. “Not if you keep this act up.” 

It was her turn to laugh. “I’m sorry. I truly do need your help. You’re so much better at Transfiguration than me.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“It’s bound to get me somewhere.” 

They were grinning at each other.

After a moment, James sighed dramatically. “Oh, alright, Evans. I’ll help.”

“I knew you would.” She was still grinning, scooting down the loveseat to sit directly beside him, her skirt-clad thigh pressing against his trousered. 

Another lump in his throat to swallow. “Right, well. What exactly is it that you don’t understand?”

Lily set about pointing out phrases and words, brandishing a page of notes filled with anxious scribblings. 

James wasn’t sure exactly why it happened. One moment they were sitting—admittedly very close together—going over a chapter on a complex branch of Human Transfiguration. The next moment Lily’s head was resting lightly on his shoulder. It was a small change. Nothing to blink at. But by Merlin, James was blinking. That pesky lump was back, and James couldn’t help but think that this didn’t feel like strictly friends behaviour. His breath caught, his body froze. James was quite sure Lily could hear the blood pumping through his veins, the cogs whirring in his brain. 

And then, slowly, he manoeuvred his arm around her. His heart had definitely stopped. His lungs too. He was quite sure he was dead. Then Lily sighed, a small sound, barely distinguishable, but all the same. She sighed, and she folded her stockinged feet up and under herself. James was definitely dead. Dead and gone to some better place where a version of Lily Evans snuggled into his side. 

Mind exploding, throat thickening, lump refusing to be swallowed. 

“James?”

She had said something. She had definitely said something. She pulled away slightly, and James loosened his arm, prepared to have his whole world ripped away from him. She remained, dropping a tentative hand on his chest and tilting her face up to peer up at his.

“Crinus Muto?”

“Oh—yeah, right…”

The armchairs had been abandoned. He looked over at them out of habit, but between the forgotten draft essay, the open textbook in his lap and the red-headed, sharp-tongued, strictly friends, Lily Evans, whose head was resting on his chest, breath tickling his neck, fingers absently playing with a loose thread of his jumper, he found he could not care less about the cushy, red, comfortable, perfectly worn chairs of choice. He much preferred the loveseat. And, after all, sharing was a virtue. 

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Seventh Year Bonus Scene 4

I just realized I can share this bit! This is from Chapter 9, right after Michael tells his siblings that yeah, he'll go back with them. The reason I didn't share it earlier is because I was leaning hard into Michael's narration and didn't want to show you guys what he was missing and also what he was giving off to his siblings.

Now that Chapter 10 has dropped, we can start to pull that curtain aside.

So! Here's the 4th bonus scene for Chapter 9! Appreciate your thoughts! :)

Bonus Scene 1

Bonus Scene 2

Bonus Scene 3

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“Not now. You can go if you’d like, but I’ll follow later.” Michael didn’t even leave them time to respond before he flew off to Hogwarts.

Gabriel stared after him, confused and vaguely upset about the abrupt brush off. Where had that come from?

“What a dick,” he muttered, then stepped hastily to the side when an unimpressed unicorn head-butted his shoulder.

He’d thought Michael had been different, had picked up on that sense of weariness and grief at first. And, sure, they’d had that heart-to-heart on an asteroid in the middle of outer space, but for the most part Michael was…essentially as Gabriel remembered him.

Stoic, slightly cold despite the heat of his Grace, and a yes-man.

“Gabriel,” Raphael said reprovingly.

“What?” Gabriel huffed, taking the bag of magical sweets in hand. He’d been surprised when Michael had paid for the sweets rather than just whisking it all away, but he supposed that even Michael had to pick up some human customs after six years here. “You know it’s true, Raphael.”

“I’m sure he’s processing,” Raphael said. “He took it remarkably well.”

Yeah, Gabriel had to give Michael that. He’d been worried about telling Michael about having Created brand new souls. Michael had been dead silent with a blank expression, but then all he’d asked was…

All he’d asked was what their Father had to say.

Honestly, Gabriel had once been worried about that, too, but there were some who hadn’t even considered that (Gadreel being a prime example). And for Michael to hinge everything on that…

He really hadn’t changed at all, had he?

“If he’s processing,” Gabriel said eventually, “I don’t want to know what’ll happen when he’s done processing. We hit him with a lot of info.”

“It might not be what you’re thinking,” Raphael said. “There was a great deal Michael never let you see, Gabriel.”

“He showed it to you?”

“No.” Raphael shook her head lightly. “But last night… How much did you hear?”

“Absolutely nothing,” Gabriel admitted, since he’d wanted to give Raphael privacy. He’d had only a small eye on the conversation to make sure things didn’t go south.

“I caught something just now,” Samael said, rubbing briefly under nir eyes before looking back at Gabriel. “He…regrets.”

Gabriel sure hoped Michael had regrets. Everything that had happened and everything he did…regrets were the least of what Michael should have.

He abruptly remembered the flash of guilt and hurt from Michael yesterday after Gabriel’s comment about him sitting on his hands. It had been sharp enough that Gabriel had felt guilty about the jab, but not guilty enough to apologize because it was true.

Michael had sat on his hands long enough through the years, shouldering off his duties to Gabriel and doing basically nothing aside from plotting the damn apocalypse and ordering the wiping of their siblings.

But for someone who felt regret, Michael sure didn’t look like he did.

No, he still carried that air of cold superiority. Gabriel had honestly thought Michael would kill Pansy Parkinson for what she’d said if she didn’t apologize properly. The only reason he hadn’t stepped in had been because Michael’s two friends hadn’t seemed quite so alarmed (Malfoy had looked more hurt at Parkinson’s words than focused on Michael).

Michael hadn’t protested either. The only sign of actual emotion he’d given had been when Malfoy had seemed ready to do something entirely un-wizardlike.

It was still disbelieving that Michael had friends – let alone human friends.

“I could have told you that,” Raphael said to Samael, unimpressed. 

“He didn’t seem very regretful just now,” Gabriel noted, glancing to where Michael had been standing.

“No, he…” Raphael hesitated. “He was different last night. He…apologized.”

Gabriel blinked. He’d never known Michael to apologize. “He did?”

“He has regrets,” Raphael said shortly. “The same regrets I do.��

Gabriel breathed in, held it for a few seconds, and then let it out.

“I’m so tired, Gabriel.”

Michael had spent practically all this time in their Father’s Grace, in that place where angels went after dying if they were saved, and he still felt tired.

Gabriel wasn’t even entirely sure what Michael had gotten up to here aside from apparently killing Voldemort so Harry Potter didn’t have to. And hadn’t that been a surprise to hear.

“Well, looks like he’s coming back with us,” Gabriel said when no one else spoke. He had the niggling sensation that it all seemed too easy.

“Yeah,” Samael said slowly, “guess he is.” Ne seemed doubtful.

Gabriel glanced at nem. “What?”

“I’m just…a bit surprised.” Samael shrugged. “You’ve seen him around his friends, haven’t you?”

“A bit.” Michael had amassed what looked like quite a crowd here. And Gabriel wasn’t entirely sure what was up with the Malfoy boy…

“I’m just saying,” Samael said, frowning slightly, “I haven’t seen him like that in a long time. He wouldn’t listen to me at all. He wasn’t fighting me because he wanted to. It felt more like he was doing it because he had to.”

“That’s a difference from before?” Gabriel asked.

Samael sighed. “He never wanted to fight me, Gabriel. Not back then and not during the apocalypse. This didn’t feel any different, but he also felt really determined. That was new.” Ne made a face. “And then there were his friends. They were also weirdly determined to step in, but Michael was just as set on keeping them out. He kicked me into a lake,” ne complained.

“How are you even surprised?” Raphael sounded exasperated.

“I really shouldn’t have been, but now I’m more surprised by his friends. And that he seems just fine with leaving them behind.”

Gabriel might have said that perhaps they weren’t really friends. Perhaps it had just been convenient for Michael to make nice with them while he was the only angel here.

But that was absolutely ridiculous. Michael could have just not done anything on Earth at all. But he had. And he’d…made friends.

So perhaps he’d changed a little.

“Has he changed?” Gabriel asked, directing the question to Raphael.

Raphael considered the question, tilting her head back. “I think so,” she said. “Changed enough to regret, certainly. He wasn’t in a place for that before. Neither of us were.” She met Gabriel’s eyes. “He hid himself from me as well,” she said quietly. “There were doubts he had back then that he never shared. The same doubts I held but which I also held back.” She smiled mirthlessly. “You wear masks, Gabriel. Michael has his own.”

Gabriel had never pictured Michael as the type to wear masks. But then…

He had never spent the most time with Michael, had he? Samael had been closest, and then it had been Raphael. But as for Gabriel…

When he cast his memories back to the early days, he remembered Michael as somewhat distant. He had been there, but he’d also left Gabriel mostly to Samael, only occasionally expressing some kind of disapproval or dismay or mild amusement at their antics.

But masks…

Michael hadn’t seemed to wear any when Gabriel had first seen him here. He’d been at once exhausted, pained, bewildered, and…happy. But sometime within the last day those emotions had disappeared, replaced by the older brother Gabriel was so familiar with.

Was it all a mask?

Gabriel couldn’t read Michael.

“So…does he want to leave or not?” The question left his lips before he realized he was even considering it.

“I don’t know,” Raphael admitted.

“You were the one saying he wears masks!”

“Just because I know it’s a mask doesn’t mean I know what’s under it!” Raphael sounded irritated. She turned to Samael. “What about you?”

Samael startled, head jerking up. “Ahh…that’d be a no.”

“Really?” Raphael pursed her lips. “You were closest to him—”

“A long time ago, Raphael.” Samael sounded tired. “He’s changed since then. And we didn’t exactly talk while we were in the Cage.” Ne grimaced, looking down to the grass. “I have no idea what he’s thinking, and he wouldn’t tell me either. He doesn’t trust me.” Nir shoulders slumped.

Gabriel would have been extremely surprised if Michael had decided to trust Samael. “Let’s give him some more time on that.”

Samael smiled weakly. “Sure. Besides, he’s coming with us, isn’t he? He could have said no.”

“Yeah,” Gabriel said slowly, something still niggling at him, “he could.”

He could so easily find out what that niggling was, but he’d already decided not to go that route.

Exhaling slowly, Gabriel pushed down the newly expanded part of himself that granted that omniscience.

He’d find out what it was later.

Hopefully it wouldn’t bite him in the ass.

“You do realize,” Raphael said, “that you told him nothing of your friends. The same friends who are now a mixture between angel and human.”

Gabriel winced. “Ah, uh… I’ll tell them to hide?”

Raphael shot him an unimpressed look. “For how long?”

“Until I tell him?” Gabriel was not chasing after Michael now. “I can’t exactly rescind the invitation now, can I?”

“You could,” Samael said brightly. “But he’d probably want to know why.”

Ugh. Gabriel knew it had been too easy.

#seventh year #bonus scene #first born #the last archangel #my writing

[okwritingandpain]

Hogwarts Legacy: The Curse of The Ravenclaw House Chapter Index

Summary: It had been two years since the events that transpired underneath Hogwarts. Life wasn't the same and the headmaster was doing all he could to make your life a living hell. When mysterious stained glass windows start appearing around the school, it is up to you and Professor Black to figure out its origin. (Spoilers for Hogwarts Legacy).

Chapter 1: Seventh-Year Growing Pains

Chapter 2: In the Commons

Chapter 3: Curses

Chapter 4: Mending Cracks

Chapter 5: Toujours Pur

Chapter 6: The Shadow

Chapter 7: The Respiratory

Chapter 8: Trial One

Chapter 9: A Sirius Matter

Chapter 10: Secret Affairs

Chapter 11: The Ominis Curse

Chapter 12: Trial Two

Chapter 13: The Raven is Dead

Chapter 14: To His Dismay

Chapter 15: The Guide

Chapter 16: Trial Three

Chapter 17: Woes

Chapter 18: Flowers

Chapter 19: Betrayal

Chapter 20: Trial Four

Chapter 21: Half-Blood

Chapter 22: Exile

Chapter 23: Ancient Magic

Chapter 24: Lover Boy

Chapter 25: Mudblood

Chapter 26: Up To Bat

Chapter 27: Return of The Raven

Chapter 28: No More Pure Bloods

Chapter 29: Final Battles

Chapter 30: Pure of Heart

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Snippet Tag Game

Was tagged in this a while ago and just got around to it!! Thanks for the tag @possessingtheproperspirit and @kay-elle-cee!!

Snippet from The Joker and The Queen — my Jily fake dating WIP: (fingers crossed that I'll have the first chapter done in time to post for Jily Week!!!🤞🤞)

Lily shook her head, suppressing a smile. “I would bring a friend,” she said. “But everyone’s going home for the holidays. And since I don’t have any friends in Cokeworth anymore…” “I could go.” Lily blinked, stopping on the stairs once more. She stared at James, eyes roaming over the slight curve to his lips, the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Something about the way he was looking at her made her mind short-circuit. “You…what?” “I’ll go with you,” he said simply, shrugging his shoulders slightly — like the two of them attending a wedding together was the most casual thing in the world. “I’ve never been to a Muggle wedding before. Could be a laugh. We could go together.”  Lily continued to stare at him, speechless and stupid. James shifted on his feet, his expression growing sheepish. He lifted a hand to his head, carding his fingers restlessly though his dark hair. Lily stared — transfixed — as the strands went wild under his touch, standing up at odd angles as though they’d been electrified. “You know…” James said quickly, “as, er—” He cleared his throat. “—as friends…” Lily swallowed and forced herself to look away, focusing on her hand for a moment as her fingers drummed against the railing. As friends, she thought fiercely, of course.

Tagging @cersxisbitch, @uncertainwallflower, and @crumbofmoon, if you feel like it!!

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[officialyourdailyinspiration]

The Seventh Year

At the end of every seven years you must cancel debts. This is the manner of remission: Every creditor shall cancel what he has loaned to his neighbor. He is not to collect anything from his neighbor or brother, because the LORD’s time of release has been proclaimed. You may collect something from a foreigner, but you must forgive whatever your brother owes you. — Deuteronomy 15:1-3 | The Reader’s Bible (BRB) The Reader’s Bible © 2020 by Bible Hub and Berean.Bible. All rights Reserved. Cross References: Deuteronomy 15:9; Deuteronomy 23:20; Deuteronomy 31:10; Nehemiah 10:31

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[practicecourts]

My entry for the November Jily challenge : Tropefest - trope: stranded/locked up together / maybe there’s a bit of veritaserum prompt: You’re useless.  Partnered with the lovely @abihastastybeans & @constancezin. (Thank you for letting me shout about this crazy boat idea;-)

Enjoy!

Many thanks to @oneofthesirens for beta-reading!

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[merlinsbbeard]

Temulentus Aliquis @jilymicrofics prompt: embrace, words: 222

A quick embrace was all it took to plaster James Potter to the forefront of Lily’s mind. He had a habit of being annoyingly persistent like that.

The next she saw him was in the corridor on the way to Potions. He had rushed past her; the scent of his cologne lingered in the air around her for a moment. Lily found herself wishing it had stayed for a moment longer.

At lunch the same day he passed behind her, following Sirius, Remus and Peter, choosing to sit farther up the Gryffindor table. Lily would have been—woefully—miffed, if he had not trailed his fingers gently across her back as he passed.

Later, she sat fiddling with the feathers on her quill—though she was sure to ruin it—while Professor Binns droned on and on about broom history. Lily usually tried to give her utmost attention to her Professors, even when the lessons were particularly boring. This time she couldn’t help but reminisce the way the warmth of his body had submersed her.

The mere thought of his face buried into her neck, his warm breath on her cold skin that prickled with goosebumps, his arms wrapped comfortingly around her frame, his hands on her waist, body pressed up against hers…

Well, it was enough to make any girl blush, Lily had to admit.

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[arielle-reads]

It took less than a moment for the one good thing left in Pansy’s life to crumble.

She knew going into her last year of Hogwarts that things would be…unconventional. What she didn’t expect was the level at which the Carrows planned on terrorizing the entire school every single day. When a sworn enemy stumbles upon her secret hideaway within the castle and keeps coming back battered and bleeding, she starts questioning the entire belief system she was raised on. Ever the fiercest protector of the ones she loves, she can only hope she won’t be forced to choose between all that she loves and those on the side of the light.

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[cabin07slytherinblogs]

Hey y’all! I am writing a story based on the golden trio going back to Hogwarts and having a normal year after the war. It is going to be on Wattpad if you would like to check it out! Cabin07Slytherin!

#harry potter #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #witchcraft #wizard #hermione granger #ron weasley #ginny weasley #seventh year

[possessingtheproperspirit]

Something short and sweet for @thegobletofweasleys fab Jily week! For the prompt: "blood on my hands".

James is determined to help Lily, if he can.

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[uncertainwallflower]

SNEEZEWORT PRUNING A @jilymicrofics. Prompt: pain. Words: 251.

“Ouch.” Hissing, Lily peered down at the small splinter embedded in the soft pad of her pointer finger. It hadn’t really hurt. Not a lot. Her response had been a reflex, instinct. 

But as if she had broken a bone, fallen a great height, fainted, screamed bloody murder, James was beside her. Eyebrows knit, hazel eyes scanning her body for the potential source of the pain. 

His voice was thick with concern, “What’s wrong?” 

She held up her finger and said in her most wounded-soldier voice, “I got a splinter.” 

“Oh, Merlin.” He took hold of her finger, pulling it closer to his face and peering at it through his spectacles. “I’d take you to the hospital wing, but I don’t think you’d make it.” 

Lily couldn’t help but smile as he set her with his most serious eyes and said gravely, “Evans, it was an honour knowing you.” 

Then with deft fingers, he plucked the splinter from her finger. 

“Ouch!” she yelped again. 

“Sorry.” James did not look sorry at all. In fact, he was grinning as he planted a small kiss on the wound sight and said, “There, all better.”

Lily examined her finger for a moment. She sighed, “I suppose it will have to do.” 

James was preparing to be offended when Lily stretched onto her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. 

“Thank you,” she added. 

James was grinning again. “You’re most welcome.” 

They both returned to their Sneezewort pruning, a little more blushed than they had been before.

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[idkwhylou]

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[okwritingandpain]

Hogwarts Legacy: The Curse of The Ravenclaw House: Phineas Nigellus Black x Reader

Chapter 9: A Sirius Matter

"Oh, uh hello." You say, walking out of the undercroft. A tall and lean boy was sitting on the floor. He held a book in his hands and he glared at you. It was the middle of the night and you usually visited the undercroft when no one else was around. Ominis was discussing something he saw in defense against the dark arts and you mostly tuned it out. Suddenly you were faced with a stranger who didn't seem so fond of you.

"You're the witch who saved Hogwarts?" He asked, bitterly. You nod. "You're the one who works with my father?"

"Yes, you sent me an owl." You replied, remembering that you had dinner with the Black family in a couple of days.

"Brilliant! We need to talk." He said, scooping up his books and guiding you down the hallway towards the doors that led to the flying class lawn. "You don't mind going on a midnight flight, do you?" He asked once you got outside. It was windy and his dark curly hair rustled in the breeze. He looked a lot like Professor Black, but there was a charm in his eye that his father didn't have. Some sort of spark of hope. It made you smile. He jumped on his broom and you jumped on yours. Racing across the Quidditch field, Sirius laughed as he swooped down and flew under the railing. You attempt to follow him, but his speed is remarkable. The only thing he didn't know was that you had beaten his housemate Imelda Reyes in every time trial she had made. You quickly gained speed on him. His shocked expression gave you all that you needed as you flew in front of him.

"So, what is it you wanted to talk about?" You ask with a smirk. Sirius nodded towards the owlery where you had searched for Mr. Ollivander's family wand and ended up meeting Richard Jackdaw. You flew over to the tower, watching a couple of owls fly by. You landed on the balcony and admired Hogwarts. The large castle was decorated for the Holidays and the large storm had covered everything in snow. You were freezing, but your curiosity was getting the best of you again.

"Well..." Sirius said, setting his broom down and petting one of the owls. "I wanted to talk to you about my parents."

"What for?" You ask. You had noticed that they seemed to have a very different tone from what you thought a husband and wife were supposed to have. Without parents it was a little harder for you to understand the dynamic. Some books she read gave small insights, but nothing much.

"They've been arguing more than usual. I think it has something to do with you." He explained, walking to stand next to you. He was taller than you, but not nearly as tall as his father. Adjusting his robes, Sirius brushed his hair out of his face. The wind was beginning to pick up again. "Father is quite fond of you, but mother doesn't seem to agree."

"How kind..." You mutter. Professor Black being fond of you? Now that was a good joke if you ever heard one.

"She thinks you're too young and a lady of course..." Sirius trailed off, not meeting your gaze. While you were not the biggest fan of being seen as just a woman, it wasn't as big of a deal as it used to be. Sirius didn't seem to think that though. So, you let it go. "They've argued so much that I haven't talked to them in ages. Phineas, my younger brother not my father, has been locked up in his room after the whole ordeal. He's only a fourth year and he avoids dad like the plague. Now he's avoiding everyone like the plague!" Sirius hung his head low. "I hope the dinner goes better than everything else so far."

"I'm not exactly counting on it." You admit and he chuckles.

"Finally someone who speaks the truth." He laughed. You smile at him. The two of you sat in silence for a moment.

"What do you think of your parents?" You ask, looking at him. He thought for a moment before shrugging.

"It's complicated. Honestly, our family never has really cared for each other. When we were young and hadn't attended school yet, our father was gone all the time. We didn't know a single thing about him. Now that we attend school it's all still the same. You probably know more about him than I do." Sirius sighed, a gust of wind blowing his hair into his face. You hated the fact that he probably was right.

"I'm sorry about that..." You whisper. The silence over took you both again. As if nothing stranger could happen, your owl came flying towards you with a letter. "Again?" You mumble. Sirius tried to peak at your letter. Funny enough, it came from Professor Black.

"Did father send you a love letter?" Sirius laughed.

"Shut up." You say, opening the envelope. The letter read:

Dearest Y/N,

I am writing to you on concerns of Cornelius Hopkirk. There was a sighting of a man fitting his description in Hogsmeade. We shall investigate after dinner with my family. I hope you are prepared...I don't predict a pretty picture. I talked more with Fig and the second trial will be ready soon. I hope we don't get killed by more Basilisks and dragons. Also if you see my sons Sirius and Phineas do you mind telling them that their mother wishes for them to bring her some ingredients from Hogsmeade. There is a list on the back.

Sincerely,

Headmaster Phineas Nigellus Black

You hand Sirius the letter with the ingredients. He groaned.

"Who's Cornelius Hopkirk?" Sirius asks, sneaking a glance at the letter.

"No one important." You lie.

"It seems important." He retorts.

"Here let me rephrase. It's not important to you." You snap.

"Calm down! I'm not going to question it further. I don't want to get mixed in my father's affairs anyway." Sirius snatches up his broom. The wind was stronger now and hair strands blew in your face. "Shall we?" He asked, extending a hand to her. They got on their brooms and took off from the owlery. Your owl flew alongside you as the wind attempted to push you off your broom. You make a loop around the castle and happen to see Black sitting in his study window. It was rather late for him to be up. Sirius freaked out and tried to dive quickly out of the way. It was too late as Black made eye contact with them.

"Oh No--"

"Quickly! Get to your common room!" He threw you some floo powder as you dived for the flying class law.

"Ravenclaw Common Room!" You yell as you fell into the room. Dashing to your bed, you dived under the covers. Hopefully Black thought he was dreaming...hopefully. You were too scared to get out of bed, so you slept in your school robes.

The next day was rather quiet which was a relief to you. While you hadn't talked to Professor Black all the day, it still gave you hope that he thought he was seeing things. You enjoyed the quietness for awhile, but when the day of the dinner came everything seemed to be different. Suddenly everyone was sending you letters. Professor Black had sent five and Sirius had sent thirteen. You even got one from his younger brother Phineas.

Dear Miss L/N,

My name is Phineas Black. Son of Phineas Nigellus Black and Ursula Flint-Black. I'm writing to prepare you for the dinner tonight. We fight some times...so...prepare.

Signed,

Phineas Black

You were confused. What was so bad about this dinner? Fighting in families was normal, but...this was different. Well, with no time to waste, you begin to dress up. You decide to wear a blue dress to represent your house with golden trimming. It was a simple dress, but still beautiful. You walked out of your room, checking the time. Professor Black said he was going to meet you on the flying class lawn. You had about 10 minutes to get down there. Luckily, you had floo powder. Other students looked at you curiously as you walked out into the main room. Amit walked over to you, his usual look of pursing knowledge on his face.

"What are you all dressed up for?" He asked with a grin. "Are you seeing that Slytherin again?" What? Amit realized he had said something he shouldn't have.

"How did you know about Sirius--"

"Sirius Black!" Everett shrieked, running over to you. "Really? You were with Sirius Black last night!"

"Not last night, but--" You were cut off by Everett's screaming of excitement.

"You are close with Professor Black and his son! She's this close to being able to shove us half-bloods and muggle-borns into their pure-blood faces!" He cheered. Amit gave a nervous smile, turning to you.

"I'm sorry. I was gazing at the stars and...I saw you. I didn't mean for...this to happen." He motioned to Everett.

"It's alright. I trust you more than Everett so try and shut him up, okay?" You say.

"Why? If you don't mind me asking of course." He gave a nervous laugh.

"I'm visiting the Black family for dinner tonight. Professor Black and I are trying to stop a dark wizard and you can't tell anyone!" You hiss at him. Amit nodded quickly, stepping back a pace.

"I wish you luck." He whispered, turning around to stop Everett from spreading the knowledge further. You let out a sigh of relief as you use the floo powder. On the flying lawn, Black was watching some students play Summoners Court. Leander Prewett and Natsai Onai were facing each other in a pain staking long competition. You tapped the headmaster on the shoulder and whipped around in surprise.

"You came?" He sounded shocked by your arrival.

"Of course I did." You raise your eyebrow at him. "Why wouldn't I?"

"I just thought after my letters..." He trailed off before shaking his head. "Shall we leave?" He extended his arm to you. Like father like son it seemed Sirius and Black were more similar than you had anticipated. He held your arm (Which made you blush a bit as it was strange to have the headmaster hold your arm) and Black said the name of his house and there you were. Inside the home of the Black family. He left go of your arm as Sirius and Phineas rounded the corner.

"Merlin's Beard! You actually came!" Sirius looked astounded at you. "I thought after all the letters I sent you..." Black looked confused at his son, but continued past him down the hallway. The room you were in looked like a library that had two hallways that led out of the room. Sirius looked around the corner to make sure his father was gone. "He hasn't talked to me about the flight a couple of days ago."

"Neither I." You reply, wondering why Black would fail to mention it. He didn't even imply that he had seen anything. It was rather odd for him not to find a reason to punish a student...then again it was his own son and a student who was helping him defeat a dark wizard from his past.

"I'm taking that as a good sigh for now." He said as a thundering of feet came from the opposite hallway. A young girl with black hair ran into the room with a dark brown almost black haired boy.

"You must be Y/N!" She exclaimed, running up to hug you. "I'm Belvina and that's my brother Arcturus." The boy gave a small wave. "My other brother is with my mum, but I think four is enough!"

"What are you up to this time?" Phineas asked, his black hair glistened in the light.

"I just wanted to play a game before dinner." Belvina said, but Ursula walked into the room with what you assumed was their younger brother.

"Arcturus, can you take Cygnus to the dining room?" She asked as Arcturus rolled his eyes. He guided his brother down the hallway and Ursula smiled at you. "You look lovely this evening." She commented, motioning for you to follow her. You obeyed. Sirius and Phineas were whispering to each other as Belvina complained to her mother about not playing a game. Ursula led you down hallway after hallway until after what felt like years, they made it to the dining room. Black was standing next to his chair at the head of the table. When you walked in, he looked at you with a smile, but tried to hide it from Ursula.

"Father." Sirius, Phineas, and Belvina bowed and stood next to their chairs. Ursula nodded to them so they could join their brothers who were already seated. You stood awkwardly, btu Ursula could see your distress as she guided you to your chair. The room was large and extravagant. It was if it was made of gold. The table was large and held plenty of food. You almost felt guilty for touching everything due to how fancy it was. They joined in a prayer (Which sounded like a pure-blood chant) and you tried your best to follow. Finally, everyone started passing food around. Black was watching you intently which made your stomach twist. Had you done something wrong already?

"Y/N." He said once everyone caught all the food they needed for the time. "This is my family. It seems you have been introduced to everyone." You nod.

"No need to be quiet dear, we don't mind." Ursula added.

"Oh, uh. Yes, I feel well introduced." You say. Ursula smiles while Black takes a bite of his steak. They sat in silence for a moment, eating their food. You had never eaten food that looked this expensive before, so you were figuring out your best approach to not look stupid.

"Y/N?" Belvina asks as you turn to her.

"Yes."

"Why does father like you more than us?" Both Black and you spit out your food. Ursula stifles a laugh.

"Belvina." Black hisses, "That is not how we speak to guests."

"It was a question! I'm sure we all want to know the answer--"

"Belvina!" Black snapped. She sunk in her seat and stared at her plate. Sirius and you exchange a knowing glance. "I don't like Y/N more than you." He added.

"That might be a lie." Phineas muttered under his breath. Like daggers, Black glared at his son.

"Thank you for inviting me." You say, trying to change the subject. Ursula smiles.

"Of course dear. I thought that since you were working with my husband that you should at least get the chance to meet the family." She shot daggers right back at Black. He ignored her.

"That's very thoughtful." You look at your plate. Sirius is whispering to Phineas and you catch a few words.

"Get ready to run." He said. What did he mean. You had tuned out most of everything else so you weren't ready for the glass plate that hurled at your head.

"Duck!" Sirius yelled as him and Phineas booked it out of the room. You hide under the table where Arcturus and Cygnus are. They cuddle up against you as you hear Black, Ursula, and Belvina fighting over something. You were already tired of the fighting as you stood up with your wand and said,

"Silencio."

It took them a moment before even realizing what you had done.

"Obviously, you all need to talk if this escalated so quickly. What was it that you were even fighting about?" They glared at you. "Right." You undid the spell and they all yelled,

"You!"

It seemed you had some work to do.

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[diamandodusto]

CHAPTER 1 : SEVENTH YEAR (SEBASTIAN SALLOW X FEMALE OC)

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Synopsis : Eloy, Sebastian and Ominis are students in Hogwarts and entering their seventh year together and none of them actually knows what they got ahead…  

1. 

Seventh Year

The morning that came, she felt dizzy. Dizzy in reason of what’s happened, a week before getting back to Hogwarts. She had almost nothing to buy, considering how thoughtful her classmates had been the past two years. And, when the time has come, she was already at the train station waiting for the Hogwarts Express. Way more casual than getting attacked by Dragons, she thought. 

Tapping her fingers nervously against her luggage, Eloy smiled awkwardly at her brother, the third eldest of her siblings, to reassure him. But he wasn’t stupid. He didn’t catch her lie. 

“Sallow and Gaunt ? Again? I thought we were over this, Sissy,” he called. 

“Are you ? You finished Hogwarts three years ago, I don’t get why you’re so interested in my studies. Get up your own business, I wouldn’t mind tranquillity a bit further.” 

Although that sounded mean, Eloy thought each word she had said. The millions of students in Hogwarts would soon enough speak rapidly to her, than her brother could’ve for the next twelve months. If not more. After all, she didn’t know if she was going to pass an eighth year just to catch on to the little she had missed. 

The Train sounded loud sufficiently for her to jump at its noise, the heated steam flying into the station as Eloy was rapidly waving goodbye to her family again. She was used to it by now. And, she openly admitted how done was she, with them. When she sat, she had let her luggage being taken by the service of the train, and all she did was to think about the trial again. 

Why did Ominis said the exact words she employed herself ? Why did he switch sides again? Wasn’t so resentful towards Sebastian ? Was she going to see him again ? 

Sebastian, 

Oh, how exhausted he looked when she glanced at him. How drained were his eyes. His once so expressive orbs that enlightened empathy in her heart. For Anne, even his uncle, and of course him. Shivers went down her spine at the memory of her friends and the moments they had when they were fifth year students. 

Her thoughts would eventually lead her to lose track of time, the train stopped, and her body almost smashed against the table. Rapidly brushing her hair presentably, Eloy stood up as she took her stuff before jumping off the transport. The smell of Honeydukes’s gummies, chocolates, and marshmallow comforted her sore heart. 

Familiar faces stared at her. Some were judgmental, others reassuring, comforting, and then, there was Ominis who had recognized her footsteps. The sound of her favourite boots she was always wearing. Leathered and laced. 

“Denford ? I am sure it’s you,”

“It is… Ominis,” she almost murmured as the voice went extinct. 

The man walked further. Hair were parting here and there, falling on his delicate traits. His cheekbones sharpened, and even the slight resemblance of the first sign of a beard, made her smile. Eloy always had thought Gaunt’s features were elegant. Masculine, but with a softness that made him so singular. 

Like a terrified animal, the dark-haired walked at the direction of Ominis. The latter stayed still, waiting for her presence, as Eloy then headed her hand towards his sleeve to grab it in comfort.

It’s been so long. 

“You changed so much,” she sweetly said. 

“I can’t say you did,” he joked. 

A light laugh escaped her plumped lips, as her fingers crossed his to head them to her hair, which Ominis caressed to comprehend its length from now-on. A gentle smirk passed on his thin corners. “You gotta tie them up now, don’t you?” 

“They are. They just…” 

“Yeah, I can tell you had let them grow. I am sure that suits you very well.” 

His tone had changed from the dark noise of vengeance to the once soft and tender sound of his voice. Although he admitted he was embarrassed. After all, it wasn’t like he had treated her well at Sebastian’s trial. Even if she was just as much on the edge as he’s been. Ominis regretted. Deeply. 

The Slytherin didn’t even know how to act any more. 

“I am sorry for what happened at the tr-...” 

“Hush, we no further should be about this. It’s over, and it was the best sorting we could’ve had. I just want to take this chance to make things right again, don’t you?” 

She smiled. 

“Yes, Ominis, I do.” 

He stepped ahead, following the sounds of their classmates heading towards the different carriages that were driving right to Hogwarts. “Then, we shall go, don’t we ?”

Answering positively, Eloy followed her friend to their seats. The Ravenclaw then proceeded to tell him about everything that has happened to her. As they arrived, she quickly came to leave the carriage to help Ominis out without having him falling. 

Stepping right to the double doors of Hogwarts, right to the Great Hall, they both froze at the sound of vocal cords they once had forgotten. 

“Greetings,” welcomed them. 

Without her consent, Eloy figure pivoted right to the source of the noise.

He was there. 

Tall, 

Freckled, 

Standing straight, 

But most importantly, 

Smiling. 

Without a warning, Eloy ran to Sebastian and crossed her arms around his neck, encircling his green tuxedo with no flinch. Caught by surprise, Sallow lowered his head to the one that gave him the first warmed contact he ever had since he got arrested. A warmth that would have driven him to tears if he wasn’t publicly shown to all. 

Why ? 

Because of the heels of Eloy, that went heard across the room in resonance. Ominis stopped, comprehending the now-sobbing Ravenclaw meant who had entered into the gigantic room of Hogwarts. 

“Sallow,” 

“Gaunt.”

Both men were staring at each other, intensely. As if a silent fight was running, and they were trying to win over each other’s will. One that had no eyesight, but clairvoyance while the other had eyes, but has been blinded. Moreover, by Dark Magic. 

But he was at a loss for words. 

Was he truly where he should’ve been? Sebastian felt like floating, the presence of Eloy’s arms around his body was enough for him to forget what happened in court. Was it a week or two ago? He forgot. 

In an automatism, he wrapped his own to her waist that, he noticed, remained just as thin as he’d known, though her hips got considerably wider through time. 

“You’re back…” 

The soft tone she employed, sent shivers down his spine. That’s how he proceeded to realize how broken she was, how sad she had been. And, in all honesty, he’s been as well. Behind magical metal bars to keep him straight shut. Torture to make him speak about how he discovered this much about dark magic. 

So much, it would've eventually left scars within his body. His very soul. 

“I am sorr-...”

“Shh, please don’t,” she whispered, her grip getting tighter, as if she desired burying her head in his torso. “Let’s forget about this. All of this. It’s time to move on, we shall.” 

Ominis’s and Sebastian’s lips curved upwards. The blind man walked in their direction, quickly finding his way to his two friends. 

“We should sit at our tables. If Weasley or anyone else sees us by now, we’ll get detention. I don’t want my house to lose points while it hasn’t even been given yet.” 

Both nodded as they parted. Sebastian felt cold again, just as Eloy did, when the pair went to their seats. Although genuinely happy, they felt freezing at the separation of their figures again. And deep inside, Eloy feared she’s lost him again. 

That, this breakfast at Hogwarts, was just a dream.  That she’d wake up and be just as lonely in her bed, that she'd bear the mockeries of her brothers. She nervously shook her head. No, she wouldn’t. She just couldn’t. 

“Welcome back to Hogwarts. For some, your seventh year is at its beginning. To others, you are all-new. To those who started a long time ago, you’ll continue to learn magic with us for another year,” started the Transfiguration teacher. “The last two years have been rough on Hogwarts. We fought recklessly to survive and provide us the brightest of futures. Not without help given between one another…” 

But Eloy wasn’t listening any further. Instead, she swallowed apples and others fruits that were laying, and she pursued, avoiding the glances of her Ravenclaw classmates. 

It was brutal, but deserved. After all, they had come to know she used Dark Magic. Forbidden Curses… And Sebastian noticed again. He noticed how lonely she looked. Because of him. Because of what he’s done. That he dragged her into his dark shenanigans. 

All he wanted was to bring her between him and Ominis. So she wouldn’t be alone any more. But he couldn’t. 

Foremost, because of how the others looked at him as well. Judgemental, horrified. As if they feared, he’d cast “Adavra Kedavra” in the mere seconds that's passed. 

But he wouldn’t. 

“From now, your planning will be given to each with a howl. At this moment, you can circulate freely throughout the school. New students shall come see me and the director, to speak about their wands and furnitures they didn’t complete to get yet.”

And it went on until the entirety of the room just got on its legs to get back. A lot hugged, while some avoided each other. She noticed some couples, but what she didn’t feel were the hands of Ominis on her shoulders, followed by Sebastian. 

“I cannot see you, but I can feel how anxious you are ‘loy. We’re here, remember ?” 

“I…- I know you are, it’s just that-…” 

“We know,” admitted Sebastian. “You don’t need to explain, we know. It doesn’t change, we’ll remain by your side.” 

The dark-haired smiled. “Promise?” 

The Slytherins upped their pinkies as they crossed it between them three. Nonetheless, they got cut off by a throat-clearing sound right behind their positions. “Gaunt, Sallow and Denford ? Right to my class. I need to talk to you three about something for the upcoming year.” 

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